Solitary (closed for DarelHute)

[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 door sliding open echoed through 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 holding 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 acted unusually, as if it was their first day.

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?"

"Yes, sir." She answered.

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 inside.

 

[DarelHute]

It had been more than four weeks in solitary confinement. Never had it been that long. Richard Balfour was beginning to lose his mind, pacing up and down his cell reciting old poems, and replaying missions in his mind over and over again.

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His hair was much longer than usual, his beard almost as long. There was no mirror in the cell, so he assumed he looked like a caveman. He did keep fit, however. His body was toned like steel, even if his mind was beginning to lose grip on reality.

Then he heard noises outside his cell and he stood. The door opened with a large bang, and the light blinded him for a second or two until he could see a beautiful blonde woman being shoved into his cell, and the door close behind her.

"What the fuck?" he blurted, looking at her as if he saw a ghost. "Who... what are you doing here? Are you a... prisoner?" he asked, looking at her inmate uniform struggling to make sense of what was going on.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia nodded, staying close to the wall as she tried to get her bearings. "Yeah. I'm in here for six months... wherever here is. I've been stuck in the back of a van for the last few days, I can't event tell what time it is." She found the seat and planted herself on it.

She had only heard male voices for her entire trip, so it took the tired woman a moment to realize "you're a man. Are you a C.O.?"

 

[DarelHute]

Richard remained standing, looking at her still baffled. He crossed his arms.

"Yes, I am a man, as you can see! And I'm not a C.O. I'm an inmate, and it appears you are as well!" he said, looking at her head to toe.

"I don't know what the fuck's going on, and why a woman is being locked in MY cell, in a men's prison! You must have really pissed someone off!" he added, looking straight at her.

 

[RennyStyle]

"I must have pissed off God to have this kind of bad luck." Tricia shook her head. "Three years, four different prisons, each worse than the last and now this place. Wherever it is."

She sank down onto the stool and brushed her hair aside. "I don't even get calls or visits, I don't even think my lawyer knows where I am. Hell, I don't even know if this cell has more than one bunk."

She tried to sit back and immediately hit her head on the cinder block wall behind her. She sat back up and rubbed the back of her head. "Anyway, what did you do to get disappeared?"

 

[DarelHute]

Richard remained still, his arms still crossed, still in disbelief of what was happening. He moved closer to her, squinting slightly as he looked straight at her.

"Are we gonna confess our crimes to each other now? Is that what we're doing?" he asked with a low voice, watching her every reaction as he moved even closer. "Unless you're my new lawyer, I'm not just gonna come out and tell why I'm here!" he added, answering his own questions before she had a chance to.

He then turned around and lounged on the only single bed in the cell, folding his arms behind his head as he closed his eyes.

"All I know is that this... situation... is extremely fucked up! You're either a spy or somebody really wants to punish you!"

As soon as he said it the light in the cell turned on, startling both of them.

"Fuck! I hate it when they do that. So fucking random!" he grunted, covering his eyes.

He then looked at her and smiled. How did he get so lucky to be locked up with such a hottie? Or was it luck? Or a test? He shook his head and sat up on the bed.

"It looks like we may have to share this cell for awhile... And there's only one bed! It will be a tight squeeze!" he said, looking straight at her.

 

[RennyStyle]

"So, we'll be taking turns? Like a submarine?"

Tricia wasn't going to let this guy intimidate her. "And it doesn't matter why you're here, I suppose. I just thought we might have something in common, maybe we can figure out why we're here." She almost chuckled. "Maybe something that could help us get out of here."

She eyed the man on the bunk. If he wasn't so shaggy and dirty, if he trimmed his beard and wore something besides the grimy jumpsuit they'd each been issued, he might even be handsome.

"If we're going to be stuck in here together, I think we need to make some kind of arrangement."

 

[DarelHute]

"Taking turns?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "Hm... let me think about that!... No, I don't think so. I'm not gonna pace up and down while you sleep, and I don't think you want to do that either! We will have to share it!" he said and looked at her up and down.

He stood and walked over to her, looking her straight in the eye.

"And don't get any ideas about getting out of here. I doubt many people even KNOW we're in here! All we can do is keep ourselves sane as much as we can... Besides, it gets really cold at night, and there are no blankets! We might as well keep each other warm!" he added, and then invited her to sit on the bed.

 

[RennyStyle]

"And don't get any ideas about us doing anything if we're sharing a bunk. Body heat is one thing, but your dick stays between your leg and as far away from me as it can get."

She waited for a reaction from him, some sign of surrender, but he refused to give it. Tired of leaning on the edge of the stool, she finally sat down on the other side of the small cot, instantly feeling the hard steel underneath the thin mattress.

 

[DarelHute]

Richard's head rested on the wall with his eyes closed, not flinching as she sat down and spoke to him. He did smile with the corner of his mouth.

"You don't even know my name, and you're already talking about my dick?" he asked and turned to look at her. "Geez, at least buy me dinner first!" he added and turned to face the wall in front of him, his eyes closing again, breathing deeply.

 

[RennyStyle]

"Woman like me in a place like this? You can't blame me for expecting the worst. I don't even know what you're in for." She crossed her legs and glanced at him. "But you don't seem like a serial rapist or anything. What are you in for? And what's your name? I'm Tricia. Embezzlement."

The lights shut off and Tricia felt a small chill in the dark room.

 

[DarelHute]

"Embezzlement... exciting. You must have stolen from the wrong person... I'm Richard. And I'm an assassin. Nice to meet you!" he said, looking at her through the darkness of the cell, with a wicked smile.

He could barely see her face as some light made it through the tiny high window.

"You stole from the wrong person, I refused to end the wrong person. Not the same thing, I guess, but somehow related..." he added.

 

[RennyStyle]

"Maybe you could kill the guy who got me sent in here. Trust me, he deserves it." Tricia chuckled. "Sorry."

Tricia reached outwards with her hands to find her way to the bunk, then lay down, Richard was taking up a lot of the space on the narrow mattress, and Tricia found herself pressing her back against his. She felt another chill, then turned over, unintentionally pressing her hardened nipples against his back.

 

[DarelHute]

"Why are you sorry? You got screwed over, and you want the fucker dead. I get that! Can't do it from in here, though, and it's not for free! If you can pay me, I'll take care of it!" he said as he felt her lying down behind him on the mattress, pressing against his back.

He felt her shivering and then she turned around, her hardened nipples pushing against his back. His body reacted instantly, but he didn't move.

"I'm sorry there's no cover or blanket: it's part of their disciplinary tactics. If you feel you need to warm up, you can come closer..." he said as he felt his erection growing rapidly along with his breathing.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia couldn't push any closer to his warm body, her arms wrapped around his chest and she rested her cheek against his shoulder.

The hours began to pass and the two sank into sleep. At some point, Tricia had turned over and their positions reversed, with her back pressed into Richard, his arms holding her, and his still-hard cock pressing against her ass.

 

[DarelHute]

Feeling a warm body behind him made Richard fall in a very deep sleep, which was most unusual. He was usually on edge and any little noise making him jump. He woke up after what must have been a few hours and realised he was spooning her, his hard cock throbbing hard against her sexy ass. He froze when he realised one of his hands was resting on her breast. He suddenly thought that if he moved his hand she would wake up, although he wasn't entirely sure if she was actually asleep. In his attempt not to move, his cock refused to cooperate and kept throbbing. The moment his mind clocked it, his hand squeezed her breast. In response, he moved his hips, trying to get some distance from her ass. As the wall was right behind him he actually ended up rubbing his hardness against her ass, making it almost impossible not to moan. His hand responded by squeezing her breast again, making his breathing heavier and deeper. The urge to fuck her hard and deep was almost intoxicating. He relaxed his hand, hoping he hadn't wakened her, struggling to bring his breathing to a normal rhythm.