Interred, Irish Style (closed for irishrule05)

[RennyStyle]

"Inmate No. 56336, Wells, Tricia, for transfer to cell X-11." The transfer guard called out.

"You are inmate 56336, Wells, Tricia?"

She took a second to respond. She was still not used to being referred to as a number.

"Answer. Now."

"I am."

The sound of the sliding door reverberated throughout the high security floor. When it was finally open, the small platoon of guards escorted Tricia Wells past the line of metal doors, forcing the woman to keep a brisk pace in her leg manacles.

The tall blonde woman was still woozy from her trip. At 2 in the morning, she had been roused from her old cell and shoved into a makeshift cage in the back of a van, where she spent 3 days and nights in unairconditioned agony as she was brought to this place... wherever it was.

This place was different than the last prison she had been in. She couldn't put her finger on why. It looked similar enough, but there was a strange smell, a strange atmosphere, and the guards who brought her in and deloused her before putting her in her new uniform paid keen attention to her.

They passed 10 metal doors. She couldn't help but wonder who was inside. The windows were covered from the outside.

"Inmate 56336, your disciplinary hearing is scheduled in six months. Until that time, you will be interred here. Your phone, mail, and visitation privileges are suspended, your one hour of courtyard time will be supervised and you will be manacled, you will spend the remaining 23 hours a day in your cell. You will be subject to random cell and body inspections. Any infraction will be dealt with severely, do you understand?" She nodded.

Her entourage stopped at cell X-11.

"Inmate, stop. Face the end of the corridor."

Tricia did as she was ordered, turning away from the guards and looking down the long corridor. One guard unlocked her manacles, another put her number on the door, and a third clutched his club, ready to use it against her.

"Hands behind your head."

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She placed her hands behind her head as the guards unlocked the metal door behind her and swung it open.

Tricia tried to take in her last view if the sun-filled corridor before these men shoved her into the dark cell.

 

[irishrule05]

Patrick Murphy was considered an enemy of the Crown. He had spent years fighting for what he believed in. What did that get him? Not much at the moment. He was currently incarcerated at the highest level maximum security prison in the country.

Murphy hadn't been tried, yet. He wasn't sure when or if he would get a trial. He didn't even know what the charges against him were. He was simply told that he would find out about the charges when he went to court.

He had been in prison before, and the cell he was currently locked in was no different than other prison cells he had been in. The difference here was that he was locked in this cell for 23 hours each day. His one hour of yard time involved being shackled and walking around in a 12' x 12' outdoor cell. It was not a fun place.

X-11 had been his home for about 3 months. In that time he had seen no other inmates. His only human interaction was with the prison guards. When he heard the guards outside he was intrigued. When he heard them say that someone was being put in the cell with him, he was angry. When he saw who the pushed into his cell, he was shocked.He could not believe that they were putting a woman

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia stepped back in surprise when she saw the man in the cell. She turned around, but the guards slammed the door in her face. She heard the mechanism lock, and she tried to peer out through the slot in the door.

"I think there's been a mistake! Hello?"

"Shut up in there!" A guard yelled from the outside. He hit the door with his club and Tricia stepped back in shock, almost tripping over her feet.

She turned, facing her new cellmate, and stepped backwards carefully until her back touched the wall.

What was she doing here? Had she really just been thrown into a mens' prison?

 

[irishrule05]

Patrick looked his new celly up and down. He smiled at her as she backed away from him. He had no idea what was going on, and he was certain, based on her reaction, that she had no clue what was going on either.

"So, my dear, what did you do that pissed them off so much that they put you in here? It must have been something pretty bad, because they think I am the worst of the worst, and they have no idea just how bad I am."

He gave a wicked little laugh and sat down on his bunk. "So, tell me, you want to be in the top or the bottom?"

 

[RennyStyle]

"Nothing that deserved being locked up in a place like this." Tricia shook her head. "This has to be illegal, they can't really do this, can they? Lock a woman up with a man?"

She eyed the small, dark room. It was noon outside and the room was almost totally dark. Sunlight glinted off the metal toilet and sink, and she realized she would have to do that in front of him. And everything else as well.

"When do the guards get back?" She asked. She had to talk to them, get this cleared up.

 

[irishrule05]

"My dear, in this place, they do whatever the hell they want to do. They make the rules and therefore, they ARE the law." He watched as she looked around the tiny confines of their "home." "So, do you like what I have done to the place?"

Murphy could almost tell what she was thinking as she looked around the cell. "Sweetie, this is all about embarrassing you. It is another form of punishment. Humiliation. They put you in here with me because they think that I will take advantage of you because, in their eyes, I am the worst possible person. They figure I know that they will never let me out, so, I will have no problem in exploiting you for your hot body."

 

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Tricia looked around the place. The walls were covered in graffiti and posters of half-naked women. He had a pile of belongings on the table, but she couldn't make out what any of it was.

"And do you intend to exploit me? Or are you going to be a model prisoner?"

 

[irishrule05]

"Model prisoner? I am not sure exactly what that is. I have spent 23 hours a day in this pit and the other hour I have spent in a fenced in yard with my arms and legs shackled. Oh, and yea, there is the 15 minutes shackled in the shower every other day. Hell, maybe if they take us to the shower together, we will get 30 minutes."

He licked his lips as he eyed her up some more. She was incredibly beautiful and had a wonderful body. "So, tell me what a hottie like you did to get sent here. This is the second time I asked you.... there will not be a third time."

 

[RennyStyle]

"Embezzlement. And fighting with the other inmates. How about you? How did a guy like you wind up in a hole like this?"

 

[irishrule05]

"The have identified me as an enemy of the Crown. That happened years ago. I have been in and out of prisons for a number of years because of my rebellious nature. the charges this time, however, they have yet to inform me of. They keep telling me I will find out when I get to court. I am not sure when that will happen."

He patted the bunk next to him. "Come on over and sit down. I won't bite... not yet, anyway."

 

[RennyStyle]

"So we're just here waiting?" Tricia sighed as she sat down on the far end of his bunk. "I guess as long as we're here, we're isolated from the others. That's nice." Tricia hated being locked in with the other women, they were constantly finding ways to torment her or tease her. And her looks brought plenty of unwanted attention.

 

[irishrule05]

"Oh yea, it is great being isolated from the others. We are here all by ourselves. Well, us and the guards."

He continued to look at her and he wondered what the prison officials were up to. There was no doubt they were up to something. He had two ideas: one was that they were playing mind games with him by putting this hot woman in the cell with him... the second was that they were fucking with her, figuring that Murphy would not be able to resist taking advantage of the situation.

"How long has it been since you saw your man?" Patrick smiled evilly.

 

[RennyStyle]

"Before the arrest. He must have known the heat was on him and skipped town. And after everything I did for him. And unless he's going to take my place in this cell, I have no desire to see him."

She thought back on all the times she and her husband had been intimate, and imagined herself exacting revenge on him for what he had done.

"How bad are the guards here?" She asked. The guards at her old prison were tough, but this place was far harsher, and she doubted they would go easy on her for long.

 

[irishrule05]

"Oh, the guards here are wonderful. They are the best friends I have in the world. Of course, before they put you in here with me they were the only people I have had any contact with. I must tell you that you are much better looking than they are."

He stood up in front of her and lifted his shirt; showing bruises on his ribs and back.

"This is how they show their affection. I hope that you will be nicer to me than they are." He pulled his shirt back down and sat back on the bunk. "You will get to know them real well... and soon."

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia shuddered as he hid his bruises. What had he done to warrant a beating like that, he hadn't even been charged. Meanwhile, she had been tried and sentenced, and may have been looking at a longer stint if her disciplinary hearing went bad. If the guards here were prone to violence, those extra years were all but guaranteed.

"Well, I won't fight you and you don't fight me. Does that sound like a deal?"

 

[irishrule05]

Murphy smiled at her. "Come now. Why would I want to fight with a beautiful thing like you? I can think of a lot of things I would like to do with you, but fighting never would enter my mind."

He sat back and leaned against the cinderblock wall. "So, what would make the warder move you from the prison where you are, to this hole in the wall? How bad did you piss him off? What did you do, exactly?"

 

[RennyStyle]

"Well, look at me. I had to defend myself against the other inmates, I wound up in a few fights and got in trouble. I spent a few months in the hole, and I guess they decided to move me here. Although I don't know why they would intentionally send me to a man's prison. At least..." she thought about her situation. "I almost said I was grateful to not be in the general population, but what if my disciplinary hearing goes well? Will I be sent back where I came from, or will I stay here, and be sent to live with all the men here?" Her stomach dropped at the thought.

 

[irishrule05]

"Trust me princess, if they put you in here with me, you are going to be here for a while. Your disciplinary hearing..... well that will probably happen around the same time that they tell me what the charges against me are. Don't hold your breath."

He smiled at her and noticed the long look on her face. Then he heard guards at the door. They yelled to them..... "stand and put your faces against the back wall. Do it now ."

After the 2 inmates moved to the back wall, the cell door opened. The first guard in shouted, "okay love birds. It is shower time. Get undressed and prepare to be shackled. NOW."

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia kept facing the wall and began removing her uniform, but her eyes couldn't help but drift over to the side, to watch her new cellmate strip to his underwear. She looked past his bruises and cuts to his toned, muscular form underneath. She quickly suspected that he noticed, and turned back to face the wall.

 

[irishrule05]

Murphy undressed as he was instructed. There was nothing new to this routine. Well, except for the presence of the beautiful, sexy woman in the cell with him. He was certain that the guards were enjoying watching her undress. Why would they not? Murphy bent down and removed the last stitch of his clothing, his boxers, and then stood back up. He looked out the corner of his eyes at his new cellie. Her body was incredible. Then the guards grabbed him and shackled his legs and then his wrists. What happened next was a surprised. The guards shackled the 2 cell mates together and guided them out of the cell and toward the shower.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia was equally surprised as her chains were linked up with his. Was this simply to transport them to the shower rooms, or would they be forced to stay like this? She was about to ask when the guard pulled on the links, yanking the two naked inmates forward.

They exited the cell and followed the guards down the long hallway, into the empty, grimy bathroom.

 

[irishrule05]

"Well cellie. It looks like they plan on trying to conserve water by having us shower together."

Murphy moved over and turned on the water. "It takes it a while to get hot. The water that is. However, it has never been as hot as it is in this room right now."

He slowly looked up and down her magnificent body. "Nope. Has never been this hot at all."

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia wasn't sure what she was going to do. Her instinct was to shy away from him as best as she could, not easy the way they were shackled together. But another part of her was aroused. She didn't know if Murphy was a bad person, only that he was in prison, but he was also a handsome man with a nice, toned body.

She reached out to test the temperature of the water with her hands. The water wasn't icy, but it was uncomfortably cold. She wondered how long it would take for it to become tepid.

"Quit standing around," one of the guards told her and pushed her into the stream.

 

[irishrule05]

"Don't be an asshole," Murphy said to the guard who pushed his new cellie.

He had a feeling he was going to pay for that, and he did, as another guard jammed the edge of his nightstick into Murphy's ribs. He took it, despite the pain that he felt.

Murphy looked at his cellmate and noticed that her nipples were hard...probably a result of the cold water hitting her hot body. The thought of sucking on those nipples went through his mind just before he was pushed into the stream...bumping into her.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia tried to avoid thinking about his naked body colliding with hers, but tried to reach for his ribs, to see if they were okay. Their manacles clattered as the two got close.

His side was bruised and starting to turn purple. Tricia tried to put her own body between him and the guard with the nightstick, hoping to de-escalate the situation. The guard snorted in derision at the sight, but stepped back.

"Get on with it."

Tricia turned away and gently stroked Murphy's arm.

"Are you okay?"