Locked up (closed for Ava_44)

[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.

 

[Ava_44]

Denise bolts up as someone is shoved into her dark cell. It is very dimly lit, and thickly surrounded. Little sound or light can get in or out. As her inmate walks in and the door shuts, she says hello.

"Hi there, I'm Denise. And you are??"

"Seeing as your new here I'll give you a heads up, you're gonna need to pass the time well here or you'll go crazy, as my last inmate did. The darkness gets to your head. So what are you being transfered for?"

 

[RennyStyle]

"Fighting. Well, defending myself, but they never care about that." That fight had been the last straw for Tricia back in her old jail. The other inmates viewed her as easy pickings, weak and susceptible, someone they could put a scare into. She had tried her best to not let it get to her, but a woman can only take so much. It wasn't the first time she had hit back against someone, but the officers in charge decided it would be the last.

"How about you?" Tricia asked as she sat at the metal stool.

 

[Ava_44]

Well A similar sort of thing. I get things done around here. So if anyone wants something done, or retrieved they come to me. Unfortunately the Warden and I had a falling out, and I've been put here as Penance. I'm a fixer for lack of a better word.

"What did you do to aggravate the other women??" She begins to eye up her cell mate in the darkness, admiring her outline.

 

[RennyStyle]

"Just took up too much space." Tricia shrugged. "Overcrowded prison, lots of time in lockdown. Three women in a two-person cell. That must be why they sent me here."

 

[Ava_44]

Denise gets down from her bunk, and stares at Tricia. ''So,'' she whispers, ''What are you in for?''. She proceeds to circle her cell mate, clearly eyeing up her body, admiring her ample breasts and bum.

 

[RennyStyle]

"I killed my husband. Well, I wanted to at least. He embezzled a ton of money, managed to get me on the hook for it. Throw in a shit attorney and a sour jury and they gave me ten years. How about you?"

 

[Ava_44]

"GBH. They had it coming." Denise moves closer to her.

"Presumably that marriage hasn't lasted huh?"

 

[RennyStyle]

"No kidding." Tricia tried to get a good look at her new cellmate. She didn't look particularly mean or violent, but could you really tell what people were like underneath?

"Have you been in this cell long?"

 

[Ava_44]

''Long enough. It gets very boring by yourself as you can imagine. You have to find imaginative things too to please your self. Do you please yourself Tricia? "

 

[RennyStyle]

"I haven't really been in the mood recently." Tricia answered. "Besides, where was I supposed to do it? The showers, the bathrooms without stalls, in my cell where everyone can see through the bars?" She failed to appreciate she was now in a room with a metal door blocking all sight and sound from the outside.

 

[Ava_44]

Ann squares up to Tricia, inches away from her. "You're all alone now, apart from me of course. Fancy you'll give it a try?" x

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia breathed in as her cellmate came close to her. She reached down and lowered her own zipper, trying to play it cool. "How warm do they keep these cells?" She asked.

 

[Ava_44]

Ann stands in front of Tricia, slowly unzipping her jump suit. "Too warm I think. They often try to punish us I believe" She lets her cleavage show, her 34B's almost poking through.

"If you don't mind, I make take the rest off." She smiles.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia took a deep breath, feeling more flushed than she'd care to admit.

"Please, don't let me stop you. Make yourself comfortable."

 

[Ava_44]

Ann takes the rest off, revealing her birthday suit in all its glory, and her trimmed pussy.

''That is sooo much better! Why don't you join me?''

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia nods. "Why not?"

She undid her buttons and slid her zipper down to the crotch. She then pulled her arms out, then wriggled out of the trousers as the jumpsuit fell to the floor.

Beneath, she had been dressed in a white tank top and panties. She peeled the tank top off and tossed it aside, letting her pert breasts free. Her body was highlighted by the narrow beam of light from the window, and she reached down and stepped out of her panties.

 

[Ava_44]

"Well aren't you a stunner?" Ann steps forward, pushing Tricia's hair back, looking into her eyes.

She then grabs her hair and yanks it back, domineering over her. "May I ask which you prefer??"

She smiles

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia yelped as her head was yanked back with force.

"Which what?" She reached back, trying to free her blonde hair from that iron grip.

 

[Ava_44]

Ann's finger traced Tricia's nipple. "Do you prefer your partners to be tender or rougher??" Ann smiles

 

[RennyStyle]

Her nipple was becoming erect as the finger rolled around the areola.

"In a place like this, I think we should choose tenderness any chance we get. Don't you agree?"

 

[Ava_44]

"It depends on my mood'' Ann leans in and gently kisses Tricia, gauging.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia shut her eyes and let Ann's tongue slip into her mouth. She reached around to hold Ann in her arms as the two kissed, soon becoming more passionate as they realized they enjoyed the sensation.

 

[Ava_44]

Ann pulled Tricia in closer, grasping her body and arse as her hands run wild.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia moaned in pleasure as she felt her cellmate's hands groping at her firm body. The fingers reached down and stroked her ass, near her pussy, while Tricia's arms wrapped around Ann's shoulders. She felt their breasts smother each other, their hard nipples tickling each other while they continued tongue-wrestling.