Two Girls, One Cell (closed for southern_slut)

[RennyStyle]

The rusting white van forced its way down the cracked highway leading to Jericho prison. The van had been retrofitted with a metal cage in the back, a makeshift cell for transporting prisoners.

Inside, two women sat with their heads lowered, the cuffs on their wrists and ankles each chained to a ring between their legs, clattering loudly with every vibration of the van. Without seat belts, the women were jostled around helplessly.

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Tricia Wells, a tall lanky blonde woman in her early 30s, occasionally looked up from the metal floor to see if she could recognize anything through the dirty windshield at the front of the van. Nothing. She wondered how this could be happening to her. The trial had been a joke, her lawyers had continued to drop the ball, and now an innocent woman was going to spend five years of her life behind bars!

She had been in this van for hours, without air conditioning, sweat was trickling down her body. The men up front hadn't offered even a sip of water. She wished she could remove her jacket at least. She never imagined she would be happy to see the prison gates.

 

[southern_slut]

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Margaret "Marge" Delittle. That's me. Another round of cheap jumpsuits and a cheap van. Judging by how she turned over this was a state vehicle that was on its last legs. Pity. Dad hated a mistreated car more than he hated smartass kids. Looking around it was just her and the newbie and boy was she new. Eyes darting all over the van, arms curling around herself like a hug, grinding her teeth. Poor thing, she's too pretty to walk out as whole as she's going in. Still, she's gorgeous. Hopefully she open to a new friend.

"Hey. Hey new blood. Names Marge. What gotcha? I'm thinking... hooker? I got four years for no contest plea of arson. Again."

"That's enough inmate, quite down or get muzzled."

The guard behind us is a total boyscout. Too new to be cruel, a fresh face. Somebody to get close to.

"Yes sir, sorry sir."

 

[RennyStyle]

"I'm not a hooker." Tricia shot back. Marge wasn't the first person who had thought that, and probably wouldn't be the last. "I'm innocent. Not that it matters much now, does it? I guess we're in the same boat now."

She tugged on her restraints again, partly out of boredom and partly out of desperation.

"I'm Tricia. If I'm guilty of anything, it's of having a shitty husband. If there was an ounce of justice, he'd be in this van instead of me."

She sighed. She was getting thirsty.

"How much longer do you think it will be before we get there?"

 

[southern_slut]

"Nothing wrong with hookers. Gotta put food on the table somehow."

This prison was new, at least to me. Yet they all have the same effect as you roll in the first time. How could I describe it? It's like an existential glow the invades your very core. You're not just in prison, you don't just see it, you feel it deep down inside of you.

"Look, don't go all suicidal. They'll lock you in the whacky wing for three days for 'observation' and then send you back out. Not worth it."

"I meant it, you didn't listen."

With that I feel an arm come across my jawline to hold my head down and a thick rubber hood is pulled down over me. Settling just over my nose like a balaclava and mumbling any noises I try to make. Pathetic whimpers escape my lips and my eyes plead with him to take it off. He smirks and I realize he's new and sadistic, the worst guards to know.

 

[RennyStyle]

"What did you do that for?" Tricia asked the guard. "We were just talking, you don't have any right to do that!"

She barely got the second sentence out before the same guard took out a second rubber hood and forced it over Tricia's face. It clamped her mouth shut and she tried to scream through it. She could barely move her mouth, her nostrils flared angrily and the smell of rubber made her wince.

The guard chuckled, hearing the girls moan helplessly.

 

[southern_slut]

The thought of going after the guard crossed my mind. Nah, last thing I need is to spend my first week in the infirmary for "falling out of the van". The guards up front cackle to themselves as the guard in the back begins stroking his fingers down blondie's hair and cheek. Shushing her with his lips practically on her ear. As the van comes to a stop he leans back to his seat. Stopping to lean in close to me and placing a kiss right where my lips would be. I'd never seen guards so overt. This actually began to scare me and I felt ragged breath break around the holes in the hood for my nose.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia wished there had been room enough in the van for her to slip away from the creep, but was already less than a foot from the corner of the cell. She snorted through her nose as the guard continued caressing her hair.

The driver stepped out of the van, leaving the girls in the clutches of the guard, and eventually the back door opened, revealing a set of guards in black prison uniforms.

"What the fuck is this?" One of them asked the driver.

"What's the problem? Two prisoners delivered as promised. Same names and numbers on the sheet. What else you want?"

Tricia let out a muffled sound of protest from her gag.

"Oh right, the headgear. What's the problem, too much or not enough?"

 

[southern_slut]

"We stash the other ones back here for a reason you ass. How else can you a put a dick down the bitches throat? They have to learn who makes their lives easier or worse somehow."

"I reckon he's offering up his turn for that. Pull them back here."

With that the creeper grabs a fistful of my hair and all but drags me over the seats and into the hands of the two guards. They smell of stale sweat and cheap cigarettes with pale hints of yellow on their toothy grins. One of them pulls me back and bends me at the hips so my feet are on the ground and my ass is to him. That explains the body shackles being higher on the hips than I remembered. Fuck.

Before I can try to wiggle free he leans in, all but crushing my legs between him and the frame. Looking up I see new girl getting dragged back as well but the guard is climbing in to have her. Putting her on all fours so her head is a foot or so from me as the bastards begin pulling down our jumpsuit pants and cheap white panties.

Well fuck me, literally.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia let out muffled sounds of refusal as her pencil skirt was lifted up and her panties pulled down by the guard. She tried to thrash in the metal enclosure, but the guard's body was already pressing into her.