"Did that bitch just flip me off?!" An irate Quentin asked himself. Well now this cunt was going to get it. He knew Reynolds was a badass, but fuck, if he could get the rest of the Nation to back him up, they could take this fucker out. However, this might be difficult as Aryans tended to merely tolerate his presence. Still, pussy was a hell of a drug, and could bring them all together.
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Tanya smiles and says "My daddy was a gambler, and a bad one, so when he couldn't pay he wanted me to. When he did, I put a hole in his head with a hand gun."
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I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, but deep inside, I was glad that he had recognised me. It meant that I could still get to him somehow, despite what he had done to get him locked up here.
"I'll live, how about you? I think I got to you before they gave you the - usual - treatment." Before I continued, I quickly gathered myself. I was softening up in front of, in essence, a con. This was a luxury that I could not afford. Not twice in a day.
Before he could answer, I stood up, straigtening my uniform.
"Well, is there anything you want to tell me before I leave? You do know there are consequences for jumping me like that. Just like the time when you refused to hand in your term assignment." I chuckled.
There was nothing I could do for him. I didn't have enough capital yet to plead leniency on his behalf, even if I had a suspicion that he might have pulled a stunt like that to get me out of trouble. And even if I did, the rest of the cons would know that he was receiving preferential treatment. It would be as good as signing his death warrant.
I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, but deep inside, I was glad that he had recognised me. It meant that I could still get to him somehow, despite what he had done to get him locked up here.
"I'll live, how about you? I think I got to you before they gave you the - usual - treatment." Before I continued, I quickly gathered myself. I was softening up in front of, in essence, a con. This was a luxury that I could not afford. Not twice in a day.
Before he could answer, I stood up, straigtening my uniform.
"Well, is there anything you want to tell me before I leave? You do know there are consequences for jumping me like that. Just like the time when you refused to hand in your term assignment." I chuckled.
There was nothing I could do for him. I didn't have enough capital yet to plead leniency on his behalf, even if I had a suspicion that he might have pulled a stunt like that to get me out of trouble. And even if I did, the rest of the cons would know that he was receiving preferential treatment. It would be as good as signing his death warrant.
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Tanya hears this a groans.
"Damn it" she whispers to Billy as the guys walks to her "looks like one of these dicks found me. If you want to know i'm cell 113 in the girls block. Come see me sometime."
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"Smooth," is all Reynolds says. Then he notices that the sharks are starting to circle. Marks is in for rape, so he's no big threat to Reynolds so long as Tanya's over there to distract him. But Peck is a bigger problem - he knows which end is up, and he's bigger than Reynolds. He's also Brotherhood and even though Reynolds is white, he's not tight with the Aryans. Psycho or not, he knows he'd be getting in some deep shit if Peck gets froggy. He tightens his grip on the shank - it'd be easy to slide it out if necessary, but he'd prefer to stay out of a fight.
Instead he moves a bit to one side, putting himself between Tanya and the maximum number of guards. The step is just big enough to show that he acknowledges Peck's power inside, but small enough to show that he isn't intimidated. Peck has numbers and thuggery, Reynolds has mental issues and a propensity for hiding dangerous objects. He mutters to Tanya, "Better get ready, sweet thing. You're in for a rough time. I'll find my way over later and make it all better." He cracks a thin and razor-edged smirk.
Instead he moves a bit to one side, putting himself between Tanya and the maximum number of guards. The step is just big enough to show that he acknowledges Peck's power inside, but small enough to show that he isn't intimidated. Peck has numbers and thuggery, Reynolds has mental issues and a propensity for hiding dangerous objects. He mutters to Tanya, "Better get ready, sweet thing. You're in for a rough time. I'll find my way over later and make it all better." He cracks a thin and razor-edged smirk.
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Tanya walks over to Marks and punchs him the head, then tightens her fists and waits for a guard to get her.
I can't wait to see that Billy guy again. Tanya thinks to herself
I can't wait to see that Billy guy again. Tanya thinks to herself
A smile touched Davis's face "Yeah I remember that, but somehow I think the consequences in this place involve a lot more pain than a few detentions and a letter to my parents" the smile slowly faded as he said this.
Davis looked at Guard Hughes, his one time favourite teacher, at one level he wanted nothing from her she was a guard afterall , but then he hadn't done what he had done to find advantage in it.
His eyes moved down her body quickly, she had been the source of many a wet dream when he had been in school and in his current situation he wanted to drink in the sight of her while he could.
"Yeah I have something to tell you miss, a couple of things actually, I'm sorry if I did hurt you but I did it for your own good I couldn't just watch you being molested " an image of watching his sister and mother being more than molested flashed into his mind.
"The other thing" and suddenly Davis blushed , he wanted to tell her the truth about how he felt when he saw her and what he'd love to do if given the chance, "ah well the other thing is " his eyes met her's a mix of lust confusion hope and dispair seemed to battle inside him "well I just want you to know if I had to do it again I would and well, you, I mean... "
With that Davis broke his eye contact with her and his head bowed , tears welled up and for the first time since the murder Davis acted his age in facing the mess that was his life.
"Sorry miss, i'm sorry I'm here, I'm sorry I never had the courage to tell you how I feel .." then tears began to fall down his cheeks
Davis looked at Guard Hughes, his one time favourite teacher, at one level he wanted nothing from her she was a guard afterall , but then he hadn't done what he had done to find advantage in it.
His eyes moved down her body quickly, she had been the source of many a wet dream when he had been in school and in his current situation he wanted to drink in the sight of her while he could.
"Yeah I have something to tell you miss, a couple of things actually, I'm sorry if I did hurt you but I did it for your own good I couldn't just watch you being molested " an image of watching his sister and mother being more than molested flashed into his mind.
"The other thing" and suddenly Davis blushed , he wanted to tell her the truth about how he felt when he saw her and what he'd love to do if given the chance, "ah well the other thing is " his eyes met her's a mix of lust confusion hope and dispair seemed to battle inside him "well I just want you to know if I had to do it again I would and well, you, I mean... "
With that Davis broke his eye contact with her and his head bowed , tears welled up and for the first time since the murder Davis acted his age in facing the mess that was his life.
"Sorry miss, i'm sorry I'm here, I'm sorry I never had the courage to tell you how I feel .." then tears began to fall down his cheeks
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Tanya turned her head to the side and saw one of the prisoners crying. She couldn't resist the urge to yell out.
"Pussy!" as she looked around the yard at the few guards.
"Pussy!" as she looked around the yard at the few guards.
Peck smiled. "Good job. You know, we could use a guy like you in the Brotherhood. What do you say guys?"
The Aryans grunt in approval.
"Of course you would have to be initiated. But I know you can do it. "
He saw that Reynolds was unmoved.
"Of course, it's all up to you. But I warn you, if we go after her, you stay the fuck out of our way. Otherwise, we may have to use you as her replacement."
He laughs, but the rest of his group seems less enthused.
"Fuck it, I think we've gotten through to this guy. White Power!"
The Aryans disperse.
The Aryans grunt in approval.
"Of course you would have to be initiated. But I know you can do it. "
He saw that Reynolds was unmoved.
"Of course, it's all up to you. But I warn you, if we go after her, you stay the fuck out of our way. Otherwise, we may have to use you as her replacement."
He laughs, but the rest of his group seems less enthused.
"Fuck it, I think we've gotten through to this guy. White Power!"
The Aryans disperse.
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The guards took Tanya away, although one of them got hurt pretty bad, and beat her so she would understand the message. She was also given kitchen duty and not given food.
Later in her cell
"Fuck" she said in a whisper as she gently touched her bruise. "This is fucked up. Why did they beat me so hard?"
Later in her cell
"Fuck" she said in a whisper as she gently touched her bruise. "This is fucked up. Why did they beat me so hard?"
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Marks woke up in his cell, groaning and rubbing at the prominent bruise forming above his right eye.
"Fucking bitch," he said, memorizing Tanya's face so he could rape the bitch AND shank her ass next time. Fucking bitch thought she could punch him and get the fuck away with it?
Marks got up to go and talk to some oft hef riends he had made, particularly with the pen's Mexican gang, La Diablos Putos.
They had a women section of the gang, too, so if he could get a communication over to that section, Tanya was fucked.
"Fucking bitch," he said, memorizing Tanya's face so he could rape the bitch AND shank her ass next time. Fucking bitch thought she could punch him and get the fuck away with it?
Marks got up to go and talk to some oft hef riends he had made, particularly with the pen's Mexican gang, La Diablos Putos.
They had a women section of the gang, too, so if he could get a communication over to that section, Tanya was fucked.
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One of the girls across the hall whispered to Tanya "Hey Bitch, the La Diablos Putos are looking for you. Better hope they don't find you."
Tanya looked at her like a idiot and said "Whatever gang that is can kiss my ass. I'm a lone wolf."
Tanya looked at her like a idiot and said "Whatever gang that is can kiss my ass. I'm a lone wolf."
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Deep beneath the earth within the dark, dank pits of the big house, and far from the cells of all the other prisoners, a long hallway is closed off by multiple thick bullet and blast resistant windowed doors.
Passed the security of the doors and at the far end of the dimly lit hallway their are two rows of steel doors, three on each side and one in the middle making a total of seven cells which are bolted to the stone wall and sealed off by a electronic lock and a thick steal beam that is placed and locked across it's center.
Out of the seven doors present only the center one is currently closed and keeping its only resident safety locked away within.
The tiny room inside was dark...making it nearly impossible to see as one of the security guards of the prison lifted a small metal hatch and peered inside.
"Yeah he's in there alright." the rather fat guard said as he closed the hatch and turned to look back at the four other guards that were required to come with him anytime they came down here.
"Why are we doing this again? can't we just leave him in there?" One of the younger guards said as he looked around nervously. It was his first time coming down here and from the rumors he had heard he had hoped he would never have to come down here. That was until he was tricked by another guard and ended up switching places with him.
"This place gives me the creeps and I don't know if I want to be here when we let that guy out"
Above the heads of the guards a small light bulb hung and swayed lightly from an unknown breeze. The light bulbed started to flicker then a buzzing noise being heard from it before it finally stopped and much to the young guards relief didn't go out.
The fat guard sneered and shook his head at the ignorance of the young guard.
"It's the wardens orders you fuck head, we have to let every prisoner out now and then no matter what kind of scum they are...even this guy." The fat man said as he kicked at the door with a heavy clank.
"There's nothing to be afraid of anyway. He's all bound up inside with a muzzle over his face so he can't do squat to us. We just have to let him out when the other prisoners are done with their lame ass exercising time..watch him move around a little bit and then throw him back in here."
The younger guard blinked then as he listened to the fat guards explanation and then slowly he allowed his eyes to be drawn back to the tightly sealed door with the numbers 988 written on it.
The younger guard suddenly had a shiver run up and down his spine as a quiet scraping noise was heard and echoed throughout the dimly lit room. The younger guards eyes widened then in slight fear as he realized the sound was coming from behind the sealed door.
"pfft shut the fuck up in there!" The fat guard said as he drew out his black paton and whacked the steel door a few times with it.
"We'll let you out soon enough and you'll get your precious 5 minutes in the fucking sun light, before we throw you back down here for another month"
The sound of the scraping stopped then and the other guards within the room gave a sigh of relief.
"See nothing to be afraid of..you just show these scum bags who's boss and they'll listen." The fat guard said in a bragging like tone.
Little did he know from within the cell of 988 Michael Michel the mass serial killer and psychopath was grinning from ear to ear.
Name: Michael Michel.
Age: 30
Height: 5'8
Weight: 128lb
Disription: Brown hair , green eyes, Caucasian
Crime: Mass murder of a gruesome nature
Sentence: Life with no probation no redemption.
State of Mind: Deemed insane by psychologist.
Risk level: Extremely dangerous.
Passed the security of the doors and at the far end of the dimly lit hallway their are two rows of steel doors, three on each side and one in the middle making a total of seven cells which are bolted to the stone wall and sealed off by a electronic lock and a thick steal beam that is placed and locked across it's center.
Out of the seven doors present only the center one is currently closed and keeping its only resident safety locked away within.
The tiny room inside was dark...making it nearly impossible to see as one of the security guards of the prison lifted a small metal hatch and peered inside.
"Yeah he's in there alright." the rather fat guard said as he closed the hatch and turned to look back at the four other guards that were required to come with him anytime they came down here.
"Why are we doing this again? can't we just leave him in there?" One of the younger guards said as he looked around nervously. It was his first time coming down here and from the rumors he had heard he had hoped he would never have to come down here. That was until he was tricked by another guard and ended up switching places with him.
"This place gives me the creeps and I don't know if I want to be here when we let that guy out"
Above the heads of the guards a small light bulb hung and swayed lightly from an unknown breeze. The light bulbed started to flicker then a buzzing noise being heard from it before it finally stopped and much to the young guards relief didn't go out.
The fat guard sneered and shook his head at the ignorance of the young guard.
"It's the wardens orders you fuck head, we have to let every prisoner out now and then no matter what kind of scum they are...even this guy." The fat man said as he kicked at the door with a heavy clank.
"There's nothing to be afraid of anyway. He's all bound up inside with a muzzle over his face so he can't do squat to us. We just have to let him out when the other prisoners are done with their lame ass exercising time..watch him move around a little bit and then throw him back in here."
The younger guard blinked then as he listened to the fat guards explanation and then slowly he allowed his eyes to be drawn back to the tightly sealed door with the numbers 988 written on it.
The younger guard suddenly had a shiver run up and down his spine as a quiet scraping noise was heard and echoed throughout the dimly lit room. The younger guards eyes widened then in slight fear as he realized the sound was coming from behind the sealed door.
"pfft shut the fuck up in there!" The fat guard said as he drew out his black paton and whacked the steel door a few times with it.
"We'll let you out soon enough and you'll get your precious 5 minutes in the fucking sun light, before we throw you back down here for another month"
The sound of the scraping stopped then and the other guards within the room gave a sigh of relief.
"See nothing to be afraid of..you just show these scum bags who's boss and they'll listen." The fat guard said in a bragging like tone.
Little did he know from within the cell of 988 Michael Michel the mass serial killer and psychopath was grinning from ear to ear.
Name: Michael Michel.
Age: 30
Height: 5'8
Weight: 128lb
Disription: Brown hair , green eyes, Caucasian
Crime: Mass murder of a gruesome nature
Sentence: Life with no probation no redemption.
State of Mind: Deemed insane by psychologist.
Risk level: Extremely dangerous.
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Sierra Hughes
I was a little taken aback when he started tearing. It felt as if my mere presence, had unlocked an entire chest of emotions. A chest that he had suppressed way too long for an 18-year-old. Now that we were alone in the cell, he was my student again - except that he had nothing to look forward to for a long time to come.
I put my hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Anything more would have been inappropriate to say the least. Even if deep inside I wanted to give him a hug, to let him know that it was alright. And that I was sorry as well. That as his teacher, I too was responsible for the way things turned out.
Sounds of footsteps filled the cell as I heard people approaching. The locked turned with the keys, and I stood up, turning to see the Warden standing in the doorway. He looked a little displeased when he saw me in the cell. "I'm making sure that that it will not happen again." I said in a firm voice, gesturing at Simpson, his head hanging, sniffling as he struggled to hold back the tears.
The Warden squinted at Simpson, head tilted to the side as if weighing up the situation. Then he broke into a little grin. "Looks like we won't be needed here." He turned, waving back the guards behind him, as he stepped out of the cell.
"I'm done here as well, for now anyway." I said, stepping out of the cell. "But I'll be back." I said to the Warden, but really more for Simpson. As the door to the cell slammed shut, The Warden placed his hand on my shoulder. "I didn't know there was this side to you, rookie. Well done." He then gave it a little squeeze. "Perhaps we can have a good chat later in the week." And with that, he turned and headed down the corridor.
Phew.
I followed down the corridor soon after. I had to get to Simpson again soon.
What I didn't quite understand though, was when he started talking about how he felt. Initially I thought it might have been something to do with not staying in school, and disappointing a teacher in general. But there seemed like there was something more. I remember his story quite vividly. A family tragedy, resulting in him murdering a scumbag, when he decided to take matters into his own hands.
But for now, I had to get back onto the roster. It was still a long day ahead.
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I was a little taken aback when he started tearing. It felt as if my mere presence, had unlocked an entire chest of emotions. A chest that he had suppressed way too long for an 18-year-old. Now that we were alone in the cell, he was my student again - except that he had nothing to look forward to for a long time to come.
I put my hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Anything more would have been inappropriate to say the least. Even if deep inside I wanted to give him a hug, to let him know that it was alright. And that I was sorry as well. That as his teacher, I too was responsible for the way things turned out.
Sounds of footsteps filled the cell as I heard people approaching. The locked turned with the keys, and I stood up, turning to see the Warden standing in the doorway. He looked a little displeased when he saw me in the cell. "I'm making sure that that it will not happen again." I said in a firm voice, gesturing at Simpson, his head hanging, sniffling as he struggled to hold back the tears.
The Warden squinted at Simpson, head tilted to the side as if weighing up the situation. Then he broke into a little grin. "Looks like we won't be needed here." He turned, waving back the guards behind him, as he stepped out of the cell.
"I'm done here as well, for now anyway." I said, stepping out of the cell. "But I'll be back." I said to the Warden, but really more for Simpson. As the door to the cell slammed shut, The Warden placed his hand on my shoulder. "I didn't know there was this side to you, rookie. Well done." He then gave it a little squeeze. "Perhaps we can have a good chat later in the week." And with that, he turned and headed down the corridor.
Phew.
I followed down the corridor soon after. I had to get to Simpson again soon.
What I didn't quite understand though, was when he started talking about how he felt. Initially I thought it might have been something to do with not staying in school, and disappointing a teacher in general. But there seemed like there was something more. I remember his story quite vividly. A family tragedy, resulting in him murdering a scumbag, when he decided to take matters into his own hands.
But for now, I had to get back onto the roster. It was still a long day ahead.
Candace "Candywine" MacIntyre
Name:Candace MacIntyre
Aliases: Candywine
The Black Widow
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 120 pounds
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Measurements: 36DD/26/36
Ethniticity: White
Sexual Orientation: Straight but Curious
Crime: Prostitution and Murder
Sentence: Life without
Candace MacIntyre was known as many things. Her pimp called her Candywine, which she used while working the streets. The Prosecutor called her The Black Widow, when the brought her up on charges of killing her latest husband. What they didn't know, was that he was the fourth husband that she had killed. She would marry them, and when they got abusive or other reasons, she would put them and herself out of misery. She only got caught this time, because he was a well known politician, and wealthy to boot. She had killed him, after getting out of the hospital after he made her have a miscarriage from the baby she was carrying, when he kicked her in the stomach a couple of times. She was pissed off at the world right now, and didn't care if the guards knew it or not. She wasn't going to be sticking around here that much longer anyway, she already had plans for her escape, but she was smart, the guards weren't going to know, or at least she thought that.
Name:Candace MacIntyre
Aliases: Candywine
The Black Widow
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 120 pounds
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Measurements: 36DD/26/36
Ethniticity: White
Sexual Orientation: Straight but Curious
Crime: Prostitution and Murder
Sentence: Life without
Candace MacIntyre was known as many things. Her pimp called her Candywine, which she used while working the streets. The Prosecutor called her The Black Widow, when the brought her up on charges of killing her latest husband. What they didn't know, was that he was the fourth husband that she had killed. She would marry them, and when they got abusive or other reasons, she would put them and herself out of misery. She only got caught this time, because he was a well known politician, and wealthy to boot. She had killed him, after getting out of the hospital after he made her have a miscarriage from the baby she was carrying, when he kicked her in the stomach a couple of times. She was pissed off at the world right now, and didn't care if the guards knew it or not. She wasn't going to be sticking around here that much longer anyway, she already had plans for her escape, but she was smart, the guards weren't going to know, or at least she thought that.
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OOC: Oh no I'm the only guard, facing up to all the "I hate the world" angst. 
Davis sat back once again when Ms Hughes had left , he couldn't wipe the tears away being handcuffed , but his little emotional display had apparantly had an unexpected benefit.
It looked like he would avoid an extra special 'fuck you very much' from the guards before his actual punishment would be given.
And he remembered the shoulder squeeze, the touch of a woman , a caring one would it be enough to sustain him and in all honesty Davis knew it would not when his ultimate wish would be contact of a more intimate nature, but still it was a powerful gesture moving forward , the bigger challenge would be knowing the difference between Ms Hughes and Guard Hughes and knowing when to use both of her roles in his life.
A smile touched his face as his eyes closed the tears gone for now, an image of Ms Hughes entered his mind and she did more than squeeze his shoulder.
It looked like he would avoid an extra special 'fuck you very much' from the guards before his actual punishment would be given.
And he remembered the shoulder squeeze, the touch of a woman , a caring one would it be enough to sustain him and in all honesty Davis knew it would not when his ultimate wish would be contact of a more intimate nature, but still it was a powerful gesture moving forward , the bigger challenge would be knowing the difference between Ms Hughes and Guard Hughes and knowing when to use both of her roles in his life.
A smile touched his face as his eyes closed the tears gone for now, an image of Ms Hughes entered his mind and she did more than squeeze his shoulder.
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Marks smiled as he saw that fucker that was with Tanya out in the exercise yard, standing right there in the lunch line in the cafeteria. He drew up behind him quietly, and drew out his shank, stepping forth and ---
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Reynolds doesn't relax, even though Peck isn't being hostile. Could be a trick, after all - if you relax too much, you won't like what happens next. He says, "I'll keep it in mind. Let me know if you want someone lit up." If most other inmates used that phrase, it would be a reference to drug smuggling. Reynolds isn't one of those inmates, however.
After the allotted time had passed, the prisoners were brought back into the prison and put back in their cells. But things weren't quite the same as before. Somewhere along the line, a new male guard had appeared. Reynolds' latest shiv worked wonders when applied to the back of someone's neck - the slightest prick and they immediately did whatever he wanted. He'd grabbed the last male guard as the females were coming out, gotten somewhere out-of-the-way, then beat him unconscious and shoved him in a locked room. He stole the uniform and kit and looked nonchalant. The long sleeves on the polyester shirt neatly covered up his giveaway tattoos.
Eventually things died down as the guards rotated off shift. Some went home for the day, glad for the break. Reynolds phoned in the guard's ID number from the women's block, using the guard's card and radio for it. He also arranged to have some of the cleaning supplies stored in a new location, easily accessible to him by prison standards - just in case. Cell 113, he thought, making his way through the women's block. He counted down the numbers, finally arriving at the correct cell. It was the last one on the row, with only cell 112 next to it. The inmate in that cell shouted something incoherent as Reynolds passed, arriving at 113. He growled, "Inmate Tanya Cole, stand by for cell inspection." He spied her through the narrow glass window in the door and noted where she was. With one hand he opened the door to the cell, with the other he held a brutal improvised weapon - the shiv tied to the end of the guard's baton. Just in case. Even though Tanya had big tits and a nice ass, she might be trying to put a hit on him. That wasn't happening. Reynolds strode in as though he owned the place.
After the allotted time had passed, the prisoners were brought back into the prison and put back in their cells. But things weren't quite the same as before. Somewhere along the line, a new male guard had appeared. Reynolds' latest shiv worked wonders when applied to the back of someone's neck - the slightest prick and they immediately did whatever he wanted. He'd grabbed the last male guard as the females were coming out, gotten somewhere out-of-the-way, then beat him unconscious and shoved him in a locked room. He stole the uniform and kit and looked nonchalant. The long sleeves on the polyester shirt neatly covered up his giveaway tattoos.
Eventually things died down as the guards rotated off shift. Some went home for the day, glad for the break. Reynolds phoned in the guard's ID number from the women's block, using the guard's card and radio for it. He also arranged to have some of the cleaning supplies stored in a new location, easily accessible to him by prison standards - just in case. Cell 113, he thought, making his way through the women's block. He counted down the numbers, finally arriving at the correct cell. It was the last one on the row, with only cell 112 next to it. The inmate in that cell shouted something incoherent as Reynolds passed, arriving at 113. He growled, "Inmate Tanya Cole, stand by for cell inspection." He spied her through the narrow glass window in the door and noted where she was. With one hand he opened the door to the cell, with the other he held a brutal improvised weapon - the shiv tied to the end of the guard's baton. Just in case. Even though Tanya had big tits and a nice ass, she might be trying to put a hit on him. That wasn't happening. Reynolds strode in as though he owned the place.
Davis found himself in solitary a few hours after Guard Hughes had last seen him.
He would be there for a week and then be hauled in front of the Govenor for addtional sentencing which could be anything from a couple of months back in solitary to added time to his sentence or anything in between.
His hands uncuffed now he sat quietly on the small bed starring ahead trying not to think of what mean have been or what might yet be, hoping only to let time go by.
How he came out of this would influence things almost as much as how he had gotten into this latest mess.
He would be there for a week and then be hauled in front of the Govenor for addtional sentencing which could be anything from a couple of months back in solitary to added time to his sentence or anything in between.
His hands uncuffed now he sat quietly on the small bed starring ahead trying not to think of what mean have been or what might yet be, hoping only to let time go by.
How he came out of this would influence things almost as much as how he had gotten into this latest mess.
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"Inmate Tanya Cole, stand by for cell inspection."
Tanya got up from her bed and groaned a little as she stood over on the oppasite wall.She looked the guard and a feeling of deja vu nudged at the back of her mind. She shook her head to force it away and the idea to try stealing the guards keys poped into her head/
"My first cell inspection. Sounds fun"
Tanya got up from her bed and groaned a little as she stood over on the oppasite wall.She looked the guard and a feeling of deja vu nudged at the back of her mind. She shook her head to force it away and the idea to try stealing the guards keys poped into her head/
"My first cell inspection. Sounds fun"
MountainMan24
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"Definitely," Reynolds-as-guard grated. He shoved Tanya to one side, getting her out of the way of the window in the door. Obviously he didn't want anybody to see what was about to happen. He got hold of her wrists so that she couldn't try to grab him as he looked around the cell. A cursory inspection, mostly to make sure nothing was actively on fire.
Then he ground his waist and hardening cock into Tanya's nice ass, without bothering to warn her or remove any clothes. He said into her ear, "I'll inspect your other rooms now." He slid the guard's baton up around her waist to rub at her pussy through the orange jumpsuit and prison panties while he more or less dry humped her ass.
Then he ground his waist and hardening cock into Tanya's nice ass, without bothering to warn her or remove any clothes. He said into her ear, "I'll inspect your other rooms now." He slid the guard's baton up around her waist to rub at her pussy through the orange jumpsuit and prison panties while he more or less dry humped her ass.
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Marks looked down at the man he had shanked. It was not Reynolds, thought the man had Reynolds' clothes. It was the new male guard!
Shit!
Marks turned and ran, dropping the bloody shank, planning on revenge as soon as he saw that little two-timing shit.
Shit!
Marks turned and ran, dropping the bloody shank, planning on revenge as soon as he saw that little two-timing shit.
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The day continued normally for the guards of the prison, fights were common in a place like this but usually no one was seriously injured save for a few rare cases were things became a little too hot and uncontrollable, again a rare event in a highly secured prison.
The male prisoners had taken their exercise break first, followed by the women and now the lions den was completely empty as the burning sun in the sky started to set, disappearing behind the high walls of the prison.
It was pretty much supper time for the prisoners with the usual gruel of foul tasting food that was at least editable and passed the health inspection for the prison.
It was this time that the warden had issued for Michael to have his chance in the sun, far from the other prisoners both male and female alike.
Usually it was policy that four strong male guards escort Michael outside and watch over him, but with the new policy of females watching over males and males over females, it would have to be females now that watched over him and that alone caused some unrest among the guards.
~~~
As the doors to the upper prison block opened Michael's form emerged with the four male guards from earlier (including the fat one) moved along side of him and took up each corner of his form.
Wrapped around his slim and seemingly scrawny body a white strait jacket securely bound his hands together to his chest while a pair of metal chain shackles were secured over the normal orange prison pants of his ankles.
As they all move down the hallway Michael's head remained lowered and his face and eyes unseen. A thin layer of rough brown hair covered Michael's head, having grown back after being initially shaved off.
Once at the end of the hallway the fat guard frowned as he looked pasted the metal gate and saw three female guards standing on the other side and was waiting to receive Michael.
"Why there only three of you? where's the fourth? You know we can't proceed with only three of you here."
The fat man said while spitting in the female guards direction.
In response one of the senior female guards frowned and spoke harshly.
"Hold your tongue pig, she'll be here shortly she had to deal with another male inmate that had attacked her earlier in the lions den."
"I don't care what kind of excuse she has, she just better well get here soon. Else we'll just throw this coo coo back in his cell and let the warden know the female guards are failing in their duties and need another paycheck reduction." The fat guard sneered while the female guards gritted their teeth and glared with heated looks.
Michael only smiled, his boney fingers twitching lightly from within his jacket.
The male prisoners had taken their exercise break first, followed by the women and now the lions den was completely empty as the burning sun in the sky started to set, disappearing behind the high walls of the prison.
It was pretty much supper time for the prisoners with the usual gruel of foul tasting food that was at least editable and passed the health inspection for the prison.
It was this time that the warden had issued for Michael to have his chance in the sun, far from the other prisoners both male and female alike.
Usually it was policy that four strong male guards escort Michael outside and watch over him, but with the new policy of females watching over males and males over females, it would have to be females now that watched over him and that alone caused some unrest among the guards.
~~~
As the doors to the upper prison block opened Michael's form emerged with the four male guards from earlier (including the fat one) moved along side of him and took up each corner of his form.
Wrapped around his slim and seemingly scrawny body a white strait jacket securely bound his hands together to his chest while a pair of metal chain shackles were secured over the normal orange prison pants of his ankles.
As they all move down the hallway Michael's head remained lowered and his face and eyes unseen. A thin layer of rough brown hair covered Michael's head, having grown back after being initially shaved off.
Once at the end of the hallway the fat guard frowned as he looked pasted the metal gate and saw three female guards standing on the other side and was waiting to receive Michael.
"Why there only three of you? where's the fourth? You know we can't proceed with only three of you here."
The fat man said while spitting in the female guards direction.
In response one of the senior female guards frowned and spoke harshly.
"Hold your tongue pig, she'll be here shortly she had to deal with another male inmate that had attacked her earlier in the lions den."
"I don't care what kind of excuse she has, she just better well get here soon. Else we'll just throw this coo coo back in his cell and let the warden know the female guards are failing in their duties and need another paycheck reduction." The fat guard sneered while the female guards gritted their teeth and glared with heated looks.
Michael only smiled, his boney fingers twitching lightly from within his jacket.
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