Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

Hugo did not seem pleased with Joannes choice, his smug smile turning into a sour grimace. Jodidamente puta! he muttered. Geraldo, on the other hand, just chuckled. Nice try, hombre. he said, giving his friend a pat on the shoulder. When Joanne revealed her teeth in a threatening gesture, the smile returned to Hugo's face. Didn't the warden show you Pussy? Didn't you notice what's so strange about her mouth? Maybe all the plastic that they stuffed into her lips hid it. While he spoke, Hugo spun Joanne around and grabbed her hands, pulling them up behind her back. He could not resist the temptation to push them up a bit to high for a few seconds, just to send a wave of pain from her shoulders through her body. It was a small retaliation for her little rebellion, but it was not much. She will repay later, and I will make sure that she pays both principal and interest, he thought as he once again snapped the cuffs around her wrists. She bit one of the guards when she was new here, and was properly punished. Geraldo explained. He smiled as he remembered the incident. Carlos had been so infuriated that he almost killed the poor girl. Maybe he would have, if not Geraldo and an other guard had held him back. Once things had calmed down, Carlos had got to administer the punishment by himself. His fists had been bloody afterwards, both hers blood and his, since he had chosen to do it without brass knuckles. That way, the suffering would last longer for her, he had said. Off course you can follow her courageous example - just see how far it got her - but I would not recommend it, not unless you prefer fluid food over solid. But at least Pussy gives the best blowjobs now, without any teeth in the way. Both men took the aprons of, and put everything back into the cupboard. Then Hugo grabbed a handful of Joannes auburn hair. It's time to take you to your cell. he said. Apparently they had no intention of drying her before they left - her body was still dripping wet from the cold water. To make life a little bit harder for Joanne, Hugo lowered his hand so that she had to bend forward, her ass sticking up in the air. As the men exited the room through the door opposite the one they had come in from, their prisoner had no other choice than to tag along. It was not easy to walk forward leaning like that, with her face pressed down to the same height as her waist, but the two guards did not adjust their pace for her. Hugo had never had much patience with the prisoners - if they could not walk by them selves they could always be dragged, he figured. She was lead down winding corridors and through looked doors monitored by surveillance cameras. After a while, they entered a big hall. With her head bent down, Joanne could not see much other than the two guards polished leather boots and the worn, bare concrete floor. It was only the echoes of their steps against the cold floor that gave a hint about the size of the room. After a while they stopped, and Hugo lifted the hand that held her hair so tightly, allowing her to get a view of the room. It was a wide and deep corridor - in the dark she could see neither end of it - and on both sides the grey concrete walls were interrupted by sections of thick metal bars that gave no privacy to the cells behind them. Above them, there were at least two more levels of cells, beyond that it was to dark to see, surrounded by walk ways made of a tight steel grating. Geraldo picked up a big key chain from his pocket and unlocked the door to the cell they were standing in front of. With a loud rattling sound he pushed the barred steel frame to the side. Meanwhile, Hugo removed the cuffs from her wrists with his free hand. See you later! he said with a fake sweetness in his voice, and the next second he used the grip around her hair to shove her into the cell, tripping her forward so she ended up in a pathetic little pile on the floor. The cell was small. It was only big enough to hold two simple beds, one on each side of the narrow aisle, and between them a chappy, drab porcelain toilet attached to the wall opposite the bars. In the bed on her right side, a man was lying on top of the stained sheet. He looked old even if the harsh reality of prison life made people age faster, he must still be above 70. His tall but scrawny body was covered in a creased and pale skin that looked somewhat like dried leather, and the sinews were visible on his bony arms and legs. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of loose fitting, soiled, white boxer shorts, but most of his chest was covered in thick, greyed hair. His face, covered in a couple of days stubble, was slim like that of a weasel, and his head was only partly covered by unevenly distributed wads of grey hair. He almost looked like a mummy as he peacefully lied there, sleeping on his back. By the way, el Estrangulador has only killed two, a pair of seventeen year old twins, so you're one ahead of him. Geraldo informed her before he closed the door with a loud bang. In that instant, the old man opened his eyes, revealing a pair of mat, yellowish eyeballs with dark irises.