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The Kitchen Storeroom

"Deal," Daria responded to Jackson's request for helpers in the kitchen. "And if you can handle working with children, I'm sure their mothers would want to bring them along. Not in the kitchen, though, some of them are old enough to help you there. I actually meant out in the garden, planting. But that's up to you. Not everyone's a kid person."

"I don't mind kids at all, Warden," Jackson told her, quickly correcting his own way, "Miss Daria. I'll teach them how to stir batter and lick off the spoons afterward. Send'em along."

Jackson went back to cooking. Breakfast had been a bit later than normal. He'd told Daria and Cooper that lunch would be at 1 pm. That only gave him 3 hours to make the main course, sides, and desserts.

Luckily, less than an hour after the facility's two leaders had left, his help arrived: Sammi Alcott and all three of her children, 13-year-old Connie, 11-year-old Freddie, and 6-year-old Willie. Jackson excitedly urged them all into the kitchen, saying, "Welcome, welcome, one and all. I am so happy to see you all."

Jackson and Sammi discussed what needed to be accomplished. They discussed what the children were experienced at. He was delighted to learn that they often helped prepare family meals and bake such treats as cookies, cakes, puddings, and more.

Soon, the family's members were getting to know the kitchen and its resources. One of the kids started humming, Jackson mistook the melody as being Working on the Chain Gang. He joined in, first humming, then singing. When the humming child asked him what he was singing, Jackson realized his error. He looked to Sammi, asking, "Do you mind if I teach them the song?"

She was okay with it, and soon he was teaching them the Sam Cooke classic. After that, the kitchen was filled with singing and laughing.

Then suddenly, the power went out. The kitchen was on the interior of the building and went pitch black. "It's just the power, kids. Don't panic. I give it four, three, two--"

On two, the emergency power reached them and turned everything back on. Jackson checked the ovens and cookers to ensure they were still on. He looked to Sammi. "This might be the last big meal we get to cook if the grid stays down, so whaddaya say we go nuts and cook like madmen?"


The Exercise Yard:

Nigel made his way for the doors to the exercise yard that would normally be locked and monitored, if not physically guarded by Screws. It felt so odd to have such freedom of movement. He felt as though any moment some CO was going to order him to take the position, putting him face down on the ground, arms and legs spread.

He ran into people, Trustees and Civilians both, who were carrying folding chairs from a rack out the door. He snatched one up without direction and followed. Outside he found Cooper standing in front of three conference tables arranged in a "C" shape under a large canvas tent. Atop it was a canvas bag. Nigel knew what was inside it: firearms and, presumably, ammo.

Cooper launched into a speech that covered several topics. It began with the trust that was being put in those assembled to handle firearms. After that, he began introducing them to the weapons on the table. One after another, Cooper retrieved a firearm, checked that it was in fact unloaded, described how it worked, then handed them out for each of the attendees to handle.

Several years earlier, the State had contracted with a distributor to provide all Corrections Facilities with firearms. The only pistol of significant number that they stocked was the Beretta 92FS 9mm. "This weapon has the lowest rate of jams of any pistol of its price range, so long as it is kept clean and maintained otherwise. The first lesson today will be how to disassemble and clean the Beretta. After that, we'll take a break for lunch, then come back out and learn to shoot the Beretta."

They spent two hours learning to disassemble, clean, and reassemble the pistols. They repeated the work. Then repeated it again. Cooper was a great firearms handling instructor. By the third time around, all 8 people present had the Beretta down.

While they'd been outside, the power had gone down, then up again. Cooper wouldn't have realized it had happened if the security alarms hadn't gone off. He wasn't too worried about it for the moment. They packed up the guns again and broke for lunch. Cooper asked the electrical contractor who'd gotten stuck inside WGCF, "Carl, can you go with me to check the emergency generator?"

It was working fine when they got there. But they noted that at the rate of fuel usage now, it would be out in a handful of days at the most. "We'll have to find some ways to conserve."

"What about solar panels?" Carl asked. "The prison ordered an entire trailer full of them to be put atop the main buildings."

"Where are they?" Cooper asked.

"In town, Marietta, I mean," Carl told him. "There's a warehouse there on 3rd Avenue. They were being held there cause the State hadn't paid the final portion of the tab, I guess. But it's all there. Everything we need. We just have to go get them."

It was definitely something worth speaking to Daria about at lunch.

 

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The Chow Hall:

Cooper listened to Daria explaining what needed to be done in the very near future. She looked to him. "So, what I need before we do all that is for Mister Thomas to have his people trained to protect us when we go out there. We need to go soon. Tomorrow, Cooper. Will we be ready?"

Cooper thought a moment. He looked to Loretta James. The woman had surprised him with her gun handling skills. Her proficiency gave Cooper great hope for the others who included former military and wildlife hunters.

"Yes, we'll be ready," Cooper said confidently. "I'll have a dozen men and women trained to protect the others."

Nigel Standish stood up. "We're going to need more than just pistols, Chief."

"We'll have'em," Cooper said. He stood, too, looking upon the group. "I promise you all. Anyone who goes out to help us gather supplies, to scavenge, will be well protected."

They spoke on it more and finished lunch. Cooper made another visit to the armory with a couple of helpers. They collected shotguns, rifles, and a pair of Remington Model 700 sniper rifles. They took them and the wannabe Security Team members out front of the prison buildings. There, Cooper arranged a row of targets.

He stressed to one and all, "Regardless of whether you have firearms experience or not, you will follow my instructions to the letter. If you don't, you take the risk of harming yourself or someone else, even killing them. The first time I see anyone mishandling a loaded weapon, you will be asked to surrender that weapon and depart. Is that understood?"

Cooper set the unloaded Berettas out on the tables, one per participant, telling them, "You don't pick them up until I tell you to."

He walked them through step after step of how to properly handle and load the pistols. He treated each of the team members as if this was the first time they'd handled a pistol. It would turn out to be a good idea. Over the next ten minutes or so, he would snatch two Berettas away from having been mishandled. To each man, he said, "Git! You'll have another chance in a couple of days. Not today, though."

It was hard to dismiss the men that way. But it was necessary to impress upon the others proper firearms handling. Soon enough, the Team was aiming their Berettas and pulling the triggers. Just one shot each. Then another. Then another. Then they were instructed to empty their clips, slowly with control.

Cooper was fairly happy with what he saw from the shooters. A couple of them hit their targets with every shot. A couple more hit with more rounds than not. The rest varied. They might have hit a man coming at them or they might have missed. Cooper hoped that none of them would ever have to fire their weapon at another person, ever.

"Let's move on," he told them. He instructed them to empty their weapons as he distributed rifles to half and shotguns to the rest. Again, he went through the process with slow detail. They emptied their magazines with similar results. "Check'em, empty'em, set'em aside."

Cooper spent a few minutes speaking to individuals as he had after shooting the Berettas. They took a few more shots. He wished they had a week to go through more weapons handling. But they needed to go out tomorrow. Any delay was going to cost them, he knew.

"Okay, let's clean everything up," Cooper told them. They spent an hour thoroughly cleaning and oiling every weapon before storing them again. "Okay, everyone take a couple of hours, then dinner. We have a surprise for y'all after dinner."

 

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"May I?" Sally Stevens asked Cooper, gesturing to the sniper rifle.

"No, go ahead," he responded, checking, "You know how to handle it, I presume.

A moment later, Sally answered Cooper with a show worthy of a sharpshooters competition.

"My daddy taught me to shoot when I was a kid," Sally explained.

"Taught you well," Cooper told her. He gestured toward the Remington. "Whaddya think about that?"

"Good rifle," she responded. "Accurate scope. I like it."

"If you want to use it, it's yours," Cooper told Sally. "We will need someone in the tower to stand watch at times, particularly when we have people out on the fields, tending cross and such. Interested?"

 

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(OOC -- I don't have an image for Nigel yet. Soon.)

Nigel did in fact take notice of the candles and desserts. He also noticed the absence of their children. He started, "Where are the--"

"Our children are with the Alcotts' children," Gwen explained. She came to him, pulling their bodies together. By the time they were belly to belly, Nigel's cock was already getting hard. "Do you remember the last time we were here in this place together?"

"Do I?" he responded. "I walked funny for the whole next day, and I'd always thought that only happened to women."

She suggested they drink the wine and eat the dessert. Nigel instead swept Gwen up into his arms. He carried her quickly to the bed, tossing her onto it. If she did nothing to stop him, Nigel would strip his wife, then himself, and mount her with the excitement and energy of a prize bill that had been isolated alone in the South Forty for the last year

 

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Nigel was stripping as well but slowed as Gwen revealed more and more of herself. Just as she believed, he'd always been infatuated with her body.

He'd first noticed her running long distance races for his own high school's rival. Standing near the track, Nigel had fallen lust in first sight with her.

He'd started attending track meets just to watch her stretch, run, and stretch again during cool down afterward. Some of these meets didn't even include his school as participants. And he hadn't even liked track and field. Never had. Still didn't!

But he'd loved watching Gwen, running out otherwise. Eventually, Nigel had gotten up the nerve to introduce himself. Then he'd engaged her in conversation. Then he'd asked her out.

Then he'd dated, fucked, and married her, all within 4 months. Of course, having knocked her up the first time they'd fucked had had something to do with that last part.

But it hadn't mattered to Nigel. His infatuation and lust had long before that become deep love and affection.

The twins, Holly and Polly, had taken a bit of a toll on Gwen's tits, obviously. That had been disappointing to Nigel, of course. He'd cherished his wife's tits.

But they weren't all that Gwen was, of course. There was a lot more to her and to his love for her than those sweet, little orbs.

Still, when Gwen had been here for the conjugal a year ago, and she'd asked if she should have her breasts rejuvenated, Nigel had been intrigued. He'd left the decision to her.

And now, here they were Gwen's perfect tits. They looked just as they had the first time he'd looked upon them, just as Gwen had hoped.

"Magnificent," he murmured under her breath. Then louder, Nigel told her, "You have been, are now, and will always be the most beautiful woman in all the world."

Gwen continued undressing, then slipped a hand down between her thighs. Nigel froze, hallway through shedding his prison coveralls. Her fingers slipped inside her hole, then found her clit. She worked it as she suggested, "Finish."

Nigel continued undressing. A moment later, he, too, was naked. His cock was rock hard and pointing directly at Gwen. It was only average in length. But it had the girth of a cock twice as long.

He crawled up onto the end of the bed, reaching and partying Gwen's feet but he got no nearer to her than that. Instead, he grasped his shaft tightly, smiled to his wife, and just watched her.

Nigel would do his best to cause himself to cum with Gwen. Who could know what would happen, though.

 

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Gwen hadn't yet cum before Nigel had to release his grip on his cock. The pleasure he was causing himself from the start simply by grasping his shaft while watching his wife masturbate had threatened a very early orgasm.

What came next was both heaven and hell. Nigel loved watching Gwen pleasure herself. That was the heaven. But sitting there with his rock-hard, twitching cock just pointing at her untouched? That was hell.

Repeatedly, Nigel took hold of his true love handle. But each time he forced himself to let go. He wasn't ready to cum. He was. But he wasn't at the same time.

And then, a miracle happened. Nigel recognized the familiar body language and sounds that told him that Gwen was seconds from cumming. He crawled on his knees up tighter inside her parted legs. He only stopped when he was so close that their hands were almost touching as each continued masturbating.

Nigel spit into his palm, grasped his shaft, and desperately began stroking his full length. It wasn't long, just seconds, before he grunted out loudly.

His cock spewed out a long, thick string of cum. It reached all the way to his wife's neckline. A second volley went nearly as far. A third, fourth, fifth each splashed upon her. Each was less powerful than the last. But each was still as delightful to Nigel.

His brain swam to the euphoria exploding throughout him. Nigel's body trembled from head to toe. His cock and balls continued twitching, desperate to do their job, even after the flow of thick jizz had ceased. A pool of the stuff gathered upon his thumb and forefinger around his fat head.

His swimming mind was awoken as his wife's fast paced and growing cries ceased a moment. Then, as he opened his eyes, Gwen, too, exploded in orgasm. Nigel smiled in awe as she twitched and cried to the waves of pleasure washing through her.

He gave her a moment to get all she could from her still working fingers. Nigel knew from experience when she was done. He just watched her fingers, still feverishly working her clit, extending her climax as long as she had control of them.

When she couldn't take anymore, her digits went still. And Nigel did what he knew she wanted. He moved forward until his cock's huge head found her sopping wet hole. And he shoved.

 

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Earlier:

Nigel listened to his wife's cries, "Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!"

He was close, too. But she beat him to that second orgasm by almost a minute. He emptied himself inside of her, groaning out loudly. He relaxed downward onto her, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. They both breathed hard and fast. Their hearts beat against each other.

Nigel had a thin layer of sweat over him from the effort. Gwen didn't. She was in such incredible shape, still the athlete he'd fallen in love with. He couldn't wait for a night in which she herself sweated. She'd given him one of those just a few days before he began his sentence. She'd ridden him for hours. Four orgasms for him. Only God and Gwen know how many for her. It had been the greatest night of sex in their lives.

He rolled off of her, pulling her into a spooning position. He pushed his still hard cock into the crevice of her thighs and ass cheeks. He used to call it his post-coital parking spot.

Nigel pulled Gwen tight to him, whispering, "I've missed you. Not just for this. But for everything. I love you."

They cuddled a while, but her alarm ended that. He listened to her shower, then watched her dress. Then she ordered, "Get up! Shower! You don't want your daughters returning to smell what you smell like after that."

He lifted his arms to smell his pits. She didn't mean that, of course. She meant all the cum sticking to his belly and chest. When he'd laid on her to fuck, it had squished between them.

"Oh!" she continued as she rushed for the door. "And pull the sheets off and throw the blanket back over the bed. I'll make it when I get back."

Nigel waited for her to leave before getting up to do as ordered. He showered, stripped the bed, then actually made it himself. Then he spent a few minutes just studying their new home. It wasn't much, of course. It had been used for family reunions and couples' conjugal visits, of course. It was plainly decorated. There were the most basic furniture and a few paintings firmly affixed to the walls.

Nigel had heard that one of the civilians had volunteered to paint and decorate the prison's living areas. That suited him. If he and his family were going to live here for a while, he wanted it comfortable. There were windows, of course, to offer a bit or normalcy to what was supposed to be a bedroom. But they had bars on the inside and no drapes. Nigel would like to see the former removed and the latter added.

When Gwen returned with Polly and Molly, Nigel snatched each up in an arm and asked them about their night while swinging them around and laughing. He couldn't believe that he had them back in his life on a 24/7 basis again. Previously, he'd seen them only 3 or 4 times a year and usually only for a couple of hours.

They chatted about the farm that they were going to help create. He laughed when they told him about the guinea pigs they wanted to have. Soon, he and Gwen put the pair to sleep and laid down together again. Nigel held his wife close to him, caressing her under her sleeping shirt and kissing her softly.

"You wanna know the irony of this virus thing?" he whispered to her. "While everyone's dying around us, or dead already, it gave us a life together again."