Inside

[Troglodyte]

All eyes were on the new girl.
But only their eyes.
No one would touch her without my permission.
They knew better.
I always got first crack at the fresh meat.
Rank has its privileges.


Still, it didn't stop them from calling out all the things they were going to do to her when they got the chance, all in the crudest possible turns.
She was shaking and in tears. Instinctively, she moved a little closer to me for protection.

Silly girl.


I let them have their fun.
In return, they would let me watch what they did to the little bitch.

I'd had each and every one of them in my time.
It was a loving cycle.

Eventually, we reached the door.
The guard on duty smirked as we walked past.
He knew he'd get his turn too.
In time.

All the guards did.
And no one complained.

Finally, we reached the room at the end of the corridor.
The one with my name on the door.

WARDEN DAVID IVES

This was my office.
And it was soundproofed.

I took the new girl's arm and pulled her inside......


OOC:
Warden David Ives.
Early 40's.
5'9"
160 pounds.
Thinning black hair.
Dark eyes.
Glasses.


This is an open thread.
I'm looking for one special girl to play the new prisoner.
I can also use guards of both genders and a cellblock full of horny prisoners.

Paging Linda Blair.....

 

[Guest]

Troglodyte,

Please check your PM box. Thank you.

 

[Guest]

New Prisoner - Chloe Reese
Age - 23
5'3"
118 lbs.
Honey colored blonde hair
Dark blue eyes sprinkled with specks of gold

As Warden Ives grabs me by the arm I am fully aware of the delima I am in. Had I not decided to kick the man who was in the bank I'd not be here now. That man - I'll never forget him, he had the meanest, cold eyes I've ever seen. Why did he have to stare at me like that? Didn't he see that I was not enjoying his steel gaze at my breasts? Why did he have to come closer to me - so close I could feel and smell his disgusting, alcohol laced breath on my neck.

It was at that moment I realized I was going mad. That's when I knew I had to do something about the way I was being treated everywhere I went. That's when I knew I needed to defend myself. My leg instinctively started to rise and I knew I couldn't stop it no matter what. Why had he needed to do this to me? Couldn't he have just smiled and made some raunchy remark instead? That wouldn't have bothered me so much.

After I kicked him he let out a yell so loud the guard in the bank ran over to me and quickly pushed me to the ground. It was like a three-ring circus in that place. I started laughing to myself at the sight of all those prissy people running around.

That's how I ended up being here.....now I know I have made a very bad mistake.

 

[Chronicler]

Guard William Black

OOC: Soory it took me so long to edit the post. Been offline for a while.

Name: William Black.
Standing at six foot four, Will, as he is known to his friends, dwarfs most men. Woman find his broad and rugged features attractive. He looks much older than his actual twenty four. He has tawny blond hair and is usually seen sketching on a small pad he is often seen carrying, remnants of his dream of becoming an artist one day.

This one seemed to be jerking off. What was wrong with these guards? The other one had looked at me strangely and then declared that I was going to like it here, in a very odd tone of voice. Maybe it's just my imagination. "Excuse me. Where can I find Warden Ives?" I said, startling the man, who gave me the evil-eye, and then slowly withdrew his hand from his trousers. It was sticky from sweat or...ugh.
"The Warden" he drawled in an irritating, slightly high pitched voice, "is busy" he finshed off, licking his lips. "You can wait here with me so long..." he trailed off. No thanks Sonny-Jim. "Is that him there?" I said, pushing past him and pointing to an older man dragging an inmate into an office.
"You can't go in there!" he shouted, trying to grab me. He was obviously very distressed. Under normal circumstances I would have waited for the Warden to finsh what he was doing, but I didn't want to spend more than five minutes with this sicko. "Don't worry. This will only take a minute" I said, evading his sudden lunge, and dating towards the office door, which was now shut.
I reached the office right before the guard and let myself in without knocking. "Warden Ives?" I inquired breathlessly...

 

[Troglodyte]

OOC:

Please ignore the previous post.
It has no place in this thread.

Thank you.

 

[Troglodyte]

Warden Ives

"Sit down, Miss Reese," I said, pointing to the uncomfortable wooden chair positioned in front of my wide desk. I walked around it and sat down in my comfortable leather chair. Then I opened her file and started reading.

It was light reading.
Just by looking at her, I could tell it was going to be brief, but even I was surprised by its content.

A single offense.
And aggravated assault at that.
And she was sent here?
It seemed a bit harsh.

But I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I opened the desk drawer and pulled out a bottle and two shot glasses. I filled them with whiskey, took one and offered the other to the prisoner.

"Drink?" I asked. She shook her head. I shrugged and drained both glasses.

She gave me a look of disgust.
I smiled.
Her opinion of me was only going to drop.

I poured another glass, set it down in front of me and said, "Let me tell you a little about your new life, Miss Reese."

"You are an evil woman, Miss Reese. A sinner. Oh, I know you don't think of yourself that way. None of you do. But it's true. If it weren't true, you wouldn't be here.
Do you know why you are evil, Miss Reese? Because you lack faith. You have nothing to believe in.
That will change, Miss Reese.
You will soon see.
Because, Miss Reese, Westwood State Penitentiary is a Church.
And I am your God."