Cell Block C

[Jewelskye]

GM Post

On his way into the prison, Donovan was greeted by one of the other guards, this one new, young, and always looking for a piece of ass. He grinned, walking along side the older officer. "You seen that new girl they brought in yesterday? Man, what a dish. Fine little ass and those pigtails..." he trailed off, mind obviously on the delectable little piece.

 

[fukensploogin]

Donovan

Donovan sneered at the young up and comer. "Well, don't get any ideas about that one. We need to let the Warden have his way with her first. You know how he is... he likes the fresh meat. Now! Do I need to put you on toilet cleaning duty? Get back to work!"

 

[Jewelskye]

GM Post

The young man blinked. "Yessir!" he said and promptly turned, scurrying away and back to his duties.

OOC: *Squeels* you're back!

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC:

IC: Franklin smiled. "I'll see if I can get you anything interesting. Candy, you still need drawing paper?"

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy smiled and nodded. "Yah, got some good pictures drawn up. I have one here that your Neice wanted of the horses." She went to her hiding spot, and handed it to Franky through the bars.

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin smiled, then stuffed the picture in his bag, exchanging it for a sketchpad, the kind without wires, of course.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

"Thank you Franky, your the best." She leaned as close as she could to him, trying to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Tell your neice that if she want's any more, just to give you the message to give to me."

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin nodded, then smiled. "Anything else I can get either of you, before I make my rounds?"

 

[Jewelskye]

Rhea shook her head. "No, thank you..." she said when he asked if they needed anything else. Sitting down on her bunk, she bent to tug her socks and shoes on, waiting for him to leave before she moved to relieve herself using the toilet.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

"No thank you Franky, have a great day, and don't work to hard." She smiled and waited for him to go on the rest of his rounds.

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin nodded, and then headed to each cell to check on the prisoners. Seeing no problems, he stepped out of the cell block and headed to pick up the list of new activities planned.

 

[fukensploogin]

Sergeant Donovan

"Franklin!" Donovan barked as the young corrections officer walked briskly past his office. Franklin stopped and stuck his head in the Sergeant's office. Donovan quickly gave him his orders: "The Warden would like to meet the new girl. Rhea. Go get her, shackle her, and bring her here. I will escort her to see the Warden."

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin sighed, and headed to get Rhea. He could easily take the warden, the man was old and almost decrepit. Of course, then he'd have to hurt the guards too. He knew better, and intended to speak with the warden using the secret entrance in shower room. He headed there first, and had a long conversation with the warden, before heading back down to get the girl.

 

[Jewelskye]

GM Post

Sorry for not making the clear earlier, but I forgot. I've asked Sploogin to play the warden for me, so any actions including the warden are going to have to go through him first.

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: ah....well, either way, it wouldn't have been a successful attempt to stop the old lech anyways <<

 

[Jewelskye]

GM Post

lol oh I'm aware. I just wanted to make sure you knew.

 

[fukensploogin]

Warden Byron Johnson

OOC: I should have made that clearer in my previous post. Sorry...

IC: The Warden may have been an old man, and his body may seem frail, but even at 60 he is a prime specimen of the human race. He stood at only 5'9", and was skinny, but inside scrawny arms lay reservoirs of incredible power. Twenty years ago, Byron Johnson made a deal with the devil. Byron had been a big man, a football player, about to go pro. Only problem was, he had a teeny-tiny dick. Women were incredibly attracted to him, only to discover what was lacking in his pants, and laugh him right out of their beds. So he sold his soul to the devil in exchange for a huge horse cock. The devil took it out of his soul, and his body, leaving him skinny, half the man he had been before, but with a giant cock. The transformation left him hideously ugly, so ugly, in fact, that no woman would sleep with him at all.

His only option, if wanted to use the package he had sold his soul for, was rape. He had been taking his pleasure out of the women of this penitentiary for ten years now.

He keeps the lights in his office, at the top of the tower overlooking the pen, very low. The shades are always drawn. There is a small lamp on his desk, below the level of his face, and he sat in the shadows.

That twerp Franklin had come in to pester him. Used a secret entrance to get there. How annoying, the Warden thought. We haven't used that old thing in five years. He blathered on and on, talking about how some of the officers had been raping the prisoners and he thought: well, duh! that's what they're there for!

He dismissed Franklin abruptly. He was supposed to have that new girl in his office by now! He'd have to give Donovan a talking-to this afternoon. He was usually so punctual. Now, where the hell was that bitch. He hit a button on the phone. "DONOVAN! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG? YOU'RE TEN MINUTES LATE!"



Sergeant Donovan
Donovan had run all over the detention facility looking for Franklin. Where the hell is that boy? Why didn't he get Rhea? A simple task, all he asked was for a prisoner delivery. Where was the delivery?

 

[Jewelskye]

Rhea was in her cell, nose buried in a book that had been brought by on the library cart. She hadn't been able to sit and concentrate on a book since highscool, and it was refreshing to be able to relax about it. Sitting cross legged on her bunk, she found herself slipping away into the world described on those pages, only to be interrupted as Franklin came to the cell door.

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin sighed, and shook his head. He looked at Rhea with sadness in his eyes. "The warden wants to see you." He couldn't bring himself to tell her any more.

 

[Jewelskye]

She could feel the cold fingers of fear gripping at her heart and clawing at her stomach as she slowly set the book aside, glancing sideways at Candy. Her eyes were wide as she stood and moved to the cell door as it slid open. Stepping out into the aisle, she clasped her hands infront of her as they walked along to where she'd be shackled. She asked no questions, she knew what he wanted with her.

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin led Rhea to the wardroom, and then put the shackles on her. She could easily tell he didn't want to be doing this, but to him the only other option was to let his old self out and take out every single guard in the place. That would cost him his job, of course, and he couldn't have that.

 

[fukensploogin]

Donovan

"Franklin! You bastard! There you are! What the FUCK took you so long? When I ask you do to do something, you damn well do it, do you understand? You don't take your break. Or talk to the ladies. Or whatever the fuck it is you do around here. I should have you promoted to a sentry tower. At least then you're out of everyone's way! Now get out of my face." He grabbed Rhea's arm roughly, his large hands easily enveloping her small arm. He led her along the concrete passageways, and she was never out of his grasp. He knew. Some of these women, you give them one instant, and they'll take it and try to do something ridiculous. They went up a few flights of stairs and finally came to a closed door. Donovan stopped at this door. There was nowhere else for them to go. He unshackled her, releasing her from the binds that held her arms and legs.

"I'll be waiting for you, darling," Donovan said to her as he opened the door to a very dark room. The door was shut behind her. There was a lamp on a desk. An immaculately tidy desk. It shown on a pair of hands. A voice, presumably belonging to the owner of the hands, said: "My dear Rhea. Tell me, what brings you to our establishment for the next ten to fifteen?"

 

[Jewelskye]

Rhea's head snapped up at the sound of Donovan's voice shouting down the hall as he spotted her and Franklin in the room where they'd stopped to put her shackles on. His voice left her trembling and in all honesty, she just wanted to shrink down to the size of an ant and hide somewhere where he couldn't find her. She was frightened and, her mind reasoned, she had every reason to fear this man.

Then his hand was on her arm and she let out a whimper. His grip was like a vice, and it hurt. She knew she'd have bruises within a few hours from where his fingers had been. Stumbling along beside him, she tried to keep up, slipping a few times when going up the stairs and apologizing every time she did, fighting back tears.

Then they reached the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could swear anyone within a mile would be able to hear it. "I'll be waiting for you, darling" he said. And somehow... she imagined it would probably be a relief to see Donovan when this was all over.

The door shut behind her with a sort of finality to the thud it made against the door jam, and her eyes blinked, trying to adjust to the light. The fell on the desk and she found herself taking a step back, until her back pressed to the door. Then came that voice.

"My dear Rhea. Tell me, what brings you to our establishment for the next ten to fifteen?"

Her first instinct was to try to tell the truth and hope he'd believe her. That she'd done nothing wrong, that she'd been wrongfully accused and was serving a sentance she didn't deserve. But she bit her tongue, reasoning that that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"I... Drug possession and money laundering, sir..." she said quietly, voice as meek as ever as she stood there, hair pulled up into pigtails high on her head and unbraided, the hair falling in loose silky waves from their holders.

 

[fukensploogin]

The Warden

"I... Drug possession and money laundering, sir..." she said quietly

Interesting, he thought. No sob story...

"Well," he said, "if you're a good girl, and co-operate for the next few years, we might be able to set you free a bit earlier than ten to fifteen." He stood up in the darkness. She heard his heavy footsteps falling on the ground, coming towards her.

"Now, Rhea..." the Warden said, looking down at her pathetic, whimpering figure. "If you are a good girl and co-operate with us, this will happen less often." He was coming for her, she could see him now in the palest of light, and he was terrifyingly ugly, skinny and corrupted to the bone, and he was naked from the waist down, and she could see his flaccid cock. He was holding it in his hand, rubbing it, making it hard.

"Now bend over my desk, bitch," he said to her.

 

[Jewelskye]

The closer his footsteps came, the further away Rhea tried to be, side stepping and moving around furniture she came close to bumping in to. Then she saw him... Even in the pale light, he was grotesque and it was all she could do not to scream.

"N-no... please..." she pleaded softly, stumbling away from him, horrified eyes darting from his face to the flaccid cock he held in his hand, already big and not even fully hard yet. She couldn't imagine that she'd be able to fit such a thing into her body, even if she wanted to.

Her breathing was already quick, but because of panic, not excitement. As she moved, she did her best to stay as far from him and his desk at the same time.