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Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

Jora chuckled internally pleased the woman had taken the hint offered to her and had picked up the conversation naturally. The people around watched for a moment longer before returning to their own conversations, some of them sounding less than pleased. She wondered if the girl knew just how many targets she had just lost on her back, probably not. In any event the mercenary pushed aside her tray and shifted so she was facing her new friend. She rolled her eyes at the observation posed the table being empty had not been an easy thing to achieve of that there was no doubt. Even someone like her had needed to work for it. Still too sarcastic for your own good, I see. Anyway, dont sweat it. The food is dreadful but the place is nice enough once you learn the ropes. Not too worry though Ol Jora will put in a few good words for ya. The merc said, smirking. Subtext was always a tricky thing so Jora made sure her word choice sounded natural for her but also making it deliberate. What she was trying to get across was that she was willing to show her around a bit, get her acclimated. Hopefully shed pick up on that and possibly find a way to slip in her name just like Jora had managed. It was a strange introduction but it killed the monotony and anything that killed that was more than welcome. Prison time was slow time after all so a lot of people took up odd hobbies on the inside. Jora had found she enjoyed knitting, for instance. The needles also made for lovely weapons. Sitting closer to the woman she noted that she was indeed very much underwhelming. No gang tats, no real muscle on her, and she did not have the same hardness about her as most did. She just appeared to be so very soft. Not that Jora minded that, she liked soft things and especially liked soft things under her. Preferably squirming and alive. The merc undressed her with her mind, a task she kept hidden behind her slight grin. On the inside she was pondering just how much she might bring in if she rented her out to the guards instead of the Queens. Anyway. Did you get your cell number? Jora inquired.
Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

Kaci pushed a quick smile to her lips, dipping her spoon into the sludge that occupied her bowl and stirred it around slightly. Too sarcastic for her own good was that a warning, caution not to stray too wildly in this fiction they were creating together? It was possible that she was reading far too much into the turn of phrase, it could just as easily been a playful retort for all she knew - still it didn't hurt to be wary. The young woman didn't have too long to consider this particular phrase, turning her attention to the rest of what this woman had to say. Jora, that was a name that she wasn't going to forget any time soon, mentally rehearsing it in her mind a couple of times in the hopes that it would stick. Knowing the name of someone who appeared to have a significant amount of clout could only help in her current situation. Her gaze fell back to the gloop that now surrounded her spoon, trying to summon the courage to lift it to her lips and actually consume whatever it was suppose to be as she dipped her head in faint appreciation. Putting off eating for another moment longer, a faint laugh broke the silence, Who'd have thought it, Jora and Kaci together again! And here I was thinking I'd keep myself out of here another year yet. She almost found herself caught up in the story, partly wishing herself into this persona and friendship that really wasn't there. Perhaps they could be friends, a team perhaps she would survive this yet, heck with Jora beside her it was even possible that she might flourish. The follow up question dragged the young woman's attention back to the present, staring back blankly at Jora for a moment before what she had said registered and she could summon up an answer. Oh, cell 127, block C. Don't suppose you know who I've landed up with as a cell-mate, hmm?
Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

Jora enjoyed the fiction she had weaved, simple and easily remembered if anyone inquired over her relationship with Kaci. Nice of her to drop her name, sounded somewhat natural and the woman was noting the young woman caught onto things quickly. Jora actually did have contacts in both places shed mentioned, both of which shed killed when she had been on the outside for their betrayal. Kaci did not need to know that of course so she kept up the personae of them being friends. She recognized opportunity when she saw one walk up and it had been some time since she had gotten some entertainment. The older woman chuckled at Kacis disgust at the prison food, a perfectly normal reaction. Occasionally prisoners like Jora could afford to have actual food smuggled in though it was rare and one needed exceptional contacts in the guards. The guards controlled the flow of goods and anyone that wanted to make it big attached themselves to them fast. For a merc like Jora that meant taking a few jobs to eliminate either rival guards or troublesome inmates. It had served her pretty well in her lifetime and she intended to keep at it for a long while yet. A smile broke across her face at the named cell number and block. Well, that happens to be my little slice of the prison. I was wondering when they were going to replace my old cell mate. Bitch tried to stab me in the neck so I broke hers. You can see the scar on my shoulder where she missed. The woman said, pulling her shirt collar just enough to show a mostly healed scar. The medical facilities here are pretty good if youve got connections with the staff. Guess how long that took me. Jora said. Once you finish with the slop Ill show you to the cell. Block C is pretty tame, mostly minor murders or manslaughter. Took me forever to get in there. She continued, putting her feet up on the table and reclining back.
Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

What were the chances that of all the inmates she could have sat down next to, she had managed to find the very one that was to be her cell-mate? Perhaps her luck was changing. This woman seemed to be nice, or at least as nice as one could expect in a place such as this, and from what she had been saying it would appear that she had some sway, even amongst the guards. As her companion explained what had happened to her last cell-mate Kaci mustered the courage to push a spoonful of the grey goo into her mouth, struggling to maintain a straight face as she quickly swallowed much of it before she could really taste it. It wasn't that bad, as long as you made sure not to taste it. Reaching for her cup of water, the young woman fixed her attention more fully on the conversation as Jora explained who were housed in Block C. Only now did a rather important realisation dawn upon her - she had no idea what Jora had done to be put in here in the first place. If she hadn't been placed in Block C, then it was more than likely she had originally been housed in a block with a more dangerous population. Already Kaci knew that this woman was capable of killing someone, but what else was she capable of? Forcing a faint smile to her lips, she nodded lightly and refocused her attention upon her bowl of gruel, hoping that her sudden panic had not reached her face. Her mind whirred as she spooned the slop into her mouth, swallowing each mouthful before it barely had a chance to settle upon her stomach, washed away with mouthfuls of water shortly afterward. It sat heavy in her stomach as they both rose to their feet and Jora led the way out of the canteen and to their cell block. To Kaci's relief it looked just as she had envisioned it rows upon rows of cells, stacked three high with walkways and metal stairs servicing them, the same set up mirrored opposite. The cell numbers were stencilled in yellow above the doors which currently sat open, other inmates milling about within or out in the main thoroughfare, the odd few pausing to turn and look them over. Their cell was fitted out like all the others a 6 foot by 8 space with a bunk bed up against one side of a wall, a sink and a toilet at the far end. It was nothing special, but no more or no less than Kaci had honestly been expecting. She cast a cursory glance around the small space before examining the beds thin mattresses, a single pillow and a blanket each. Which is yours? The blonde finally turned to look back at her cell-mate who as of yet still stood within the entrance to the cell, and coincidentally also blocked the exit.
Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

Jora stood at the entrance of her cell with an easy posture, clearly not threatened by the young woman standing in front of her. The convicted killer suspected she could tear Kaci apart quite easily if she so desired. She looked extremely frail compared to most of the more hardened inmates of the area. Like she was out of place in this facility. Jora had seen it plenty of times before, some stupid person was in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up killing someone. Kaci did not belong here most likely but the system placed her here so Jora figured someone might as well get use out of her. She smirked at the question. The bottom. Its unwise to sleep over someone you just met. The woman said. Her expression shifted from the amiable one from the mess to blank in the blink of an eye, a calculating gaze picking apart the new inmate easily. The taller woman pondered just breaking her in now. The guards would hardly care as long as she did not make too much of a ruckus. Shoving a pillowcase in her mouth would keep the voice muffled and likely she could begin and finish in a matter of minutes. However that would be no fun at all, it would be over too quickly and Jora would have to figure out a new way to alleviate her boredom. Better to just establish some dominance. Right, Kaci, so in my honest opinion alone youd last about a minute before getting stabbed in the showers. Fortunately for you I think you might have potential, so Im willing to give you a hand and keep you from getting murdered. Protection essentially. Jora said. Everything has a price though, girl, so in exchange for the protection Ill expect you to do everything I say. You do that and you might just live a long and relatively comfortable life in this place. The woman said, leaning against the entrance with a slight smirk on her face. Lets see if you understand. Strip. Now. I want to see everything. Jora commanded, narrowing her eyes imperceptibly at the younger woman. Jora had no intention of doing anything untoward against Kaci yet, she just needed to ensure that the younger woman was willing to behave. If she wasnt then the older woman might have to change that a bit. Her last bunkmate had been an uppity cunt that took every opportunity to rebel against her. Ended pretty badly for her though when she failed to kill Jora. The merc hated wasting perfectly good entertainment. The scar didnt really piss her off overmuch, just another addition to the map of survival on her form.
Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

Kaci glanced back to the beds as Jora replied, the answer made sense she supposed - the lower bunk provided some shelter and clear warning if anyone decided to creep up on you in the middle of the night. So she would take the top, that suited her fine - she wasn't sure she wanted to be any more confined than she already was. Besides Jora wasn't going to attack her, right? Her gaze swivelled back up from the bed, over to where Jora still stood and face far different than it had been moments before. The young woman took a reflexive step backward, a cold feeling of dread settled over her as her cell-mate began to talk, laying out the situation as she saw it and informing Kaci of exactly how well she would fare alone without protection. The teen stood there in stunned, horrified silence, wide blue eyes fixed upon Jora as if she expected the woman to leap at her at any moment. Why was she surprised? Surely she had not expected the little fiction they had dreamed up to continue indefinitely. This was a prison full of criminals, with its own balances of power and notions of respect. Jora's order hung in the air between them, the goings on out with their cell distant and barely acknowledged. She spoke true of course, Kaci knew this. On her own it was highly unlikely that she would survive very long being utterly naive to the ways of criminals nor having the brute strength to defend herself in a fight. Sure, she was slight and agile but that would only carry her so far in a place like this. Obedience seemed like the simplest option show willing to do as she was told and earn the older, more experienced woman's protection in return. Yet did she really want to be somebody's bitch, to show herself so easily commanded? Perhaps it would be better if she refused, show some back-bone, some spirit - perhaps Jora would respect that sort of thing. Above all this there was the simple unwillingness to expose herself so fully to a person that was practically a stranger, and make herself even more vulnerable than she currently was. Kaci hesitated, her hands curled loosely at her sides, staring back at Jora as an uneasy silence settled between them. Her gaze slipped, taking in the other woman's muscled physique as her mind began to whir with the possible outcomes of disobedience. Jora was clearly no stranger to violence, she had barely flinched earlier when informing her of the latest life she had taken so what would she do to Kaci in retaliation for this act of disrespect? With her heart hammering wildly within her chest, the blonde girl stood stiffly in the centre of the cell, silently refusing to do as she was commanded.
Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

Jora half expected the girl to immediately give into her demands though she was not exactly surprised when she got a bit of defiance from Kaci. Somehow she did not seem like the type to just drop her pants on command. It appeared shed need a bit of discipline beaten into her before she could even be broken in. The taller woman stood up straight and rolled her shoulders, sighing as little pops sounded as she worked out some minors kinks. Her movements were still relaxed but in the end the criminal suddenly opted to spring forward into action. Her fist was slammed hard into Kacis stomach, only for her knee to rise up enough so that it could meet the other womans face. The mercenary felt a sting for the knee but it was minor for her compared to how much pain she must have left her new cell mate in. Once this was done Jora moved back to the entrance of the cell and gave Kaci another look, smirking down at her. No need to get too violent as she did not want to risk breaking her completely. Killing her would leave her out one new cellmate and the next might be even more hardheaded. I dont have a problem with beating you, Kaci. The doctors here are pretty damn good so I could probably go at it for a bit before needing to stop. You dont want that. I dont want that. So just do like I told you and well be golden. Youve got guts but guts tend to get spilled in this place when they have nothing to back them up. Smart women are the ones that make it a long while here. So be smart. Jora said, examining her nails before turning her gaze back to her cellmate. If it makes you feel better Im not planning on raping you or anything. Not yet anyway. Just want to make it clear how things are. Now strip. She reiterated. Jora could have likely ripped Kacis clothes off herself but that would be perfectly meaningless in terms of power plays. There was a fine line between force and power. Force was doing things to someone while power was making them do those same things. Beating Kaci was inconsequential so long as in the end it was Kaci that removed her clothes. It sent a message that she was following Joras orders, dancing to her tune. Sure force could be fun at times but power was something that lasted far longer than force.
Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

She knew what was coming, there was little chance that Jora would simply accept her defiance with a shrug of her shoulders and they'd go back to talking like they did before. Despite her determination, Kaci inched backward as the older woman straightened, watching her movements warily, fearful of what was to come. Her hands tightened into fists, prepared to at least attempt to defend herself if it came to it. As it happened there was no time to even raise her fists as the gap between them was closed in a matter of seconds, Jora's face looming in front of her own before everything went dark. A fist crashed into her stomach, driving the air from her lungs and doubling her over in time to meet the raised knee on the way down. She hit the ground hard, clutching at her body as she gasped desperately for air. Kaci's cheek pressed into the cold concrete, her vision swimming in front of her as the metallic taste of blood coated her tongue. A blurred pair of boots moved away from her, Jora retaking her position at the entrance to the cell. The teen squeezed her eyes shut, sucking down air as she squirmed up the ground, trying to regain control of her faculties. A voice floated down to her, trying to reason or threaten her into compliance - Kaci couldn't be sure which. The pain began to ebb a little, the burning in her lungs fading enough that she was allowed to breath a little easier. Bracing her hands against the concrete, she pushed herself onto her knees, cradling her stomach with an arm. The order came again - strip. Her options seemed pretty clear - do as she was told or face a further beating, one that she was unlikely to be able to defend herself from despite her best efforts. Lifting her head, Kaci cast a desperate glance beyond her cell-mate, searching hopefully for a patrolling guard, all the while knowing that there would be no help or assistance forthcoming. The teen's gaze fell to rest upon the ground as the gravity of her situation fell upon her, her trembling hands moving to push the orange material from her shoulders and down her arms. She couldn't bring herself to look up at Jora as the shirt was set to the side and she began to peel the white t-shirt up and over her head. A simple white sports bra cradles her perky, youthful breasts revealing only a small semi-circle of soft skin. Here she stopped to set her t-shirt upon the bottom bunk along with her shirt, bracing her hand against the thin mattress in order to push herself to her feet. Kaci's skin was pale and smooth, with barely a noticeable blemish, her stomach flat and her arms toned but certainly not muscular. She felt heat fill her cheeks, radiating with her humiliation as she halted the process of removing her clothing, the orange trousers still very much on.
Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

The woman watched with a keen eye as her cellmate disrobed, raising a brow as she stopped at simply removing her shirt which amused her quite a bit. Jora pondered beating her again to drive her point home but instead closed the distance between them. Her fingers encircled her throat, hovering with the clear threat hanging in the air between them. Jora smiled down at her cellmate in a predatory fashion, her eyes alight with amusement. Her free hand gripped one of the Kacis wrists and jerked it up, tightening her hold on the appendage to an almost painful degree. Since youre new Ill give you one last chance to do this the easy way. When I said strip I meant you strip down naked. Dont go looking for help or someone to save you. No one will help you even if you scream as loud as you can. Where do you think you are, Kaci? Jora said. Now, save yourself some humiliation and strip before I decide I do want to hear your squeals a bit earlier. The taller woman said before stepping back and blocking the entrance once more, just standing there and looking as menacing as she could. Beating Kaci would certainly be amusing and technically Jora could bet it would make stripping her easy but there would be little point in her doing it herself. The point of this whole affair was to establish who was the dominant person in their relationship. Who was the bitch and who was the owner. Kaci would no doubt feel all the more under her control if she was the one that had to do the stripping. Jora had done it with her last cellmate as well, the bitch had been stupid and tried to stab her but Kaci looked far less courageous. The tall woman briefly glanced at a passing guard outside who peered in and smirked at what she saw happening within. She didnt intervene and she didnt say a word, just gave Jora a nod and continued on her patrol. The truth was the guards were even more of thugs than the actual criminals. They were apathetic to the plight of those within the prison indeed some went out of their way to abuse the criminals. Jora had passed more than one cell where a couple of guards had tied down some unfortunately woman and took turns humiliating her. In a prison of the worst criminals even the guards were dragged into crime. After all with this isolation who was going to reprimand them?
Thread: With a mother's love (Courgar Girl and Manic)

Martha woke to find the house in darkness and herself stretched along the sofa. The last thing she remembered was her son Daniel kissing her goodnight as he headed for bed. She must have fallen asleep, worn out by the stress and strain of work and bringing up a 15 year old boy without a father. To be fair to him, he was a credit to her. She had not had to suffer any of the teenage tantrums that her friends had experienced with their children. He seemed the perfect son. Well behaved, good at school, athletic, well built, popular, developing nicely into a muscular young man. Only one thing puzzled Martha. He didnt have a girlfriend. In fact, hed never had one. It wasnt that girls didnt like him he got plenty of attention. Nor was he gay she was sure of that, because there were no signs whatsoever that he preferred boys or that they preferred him. Still, she told herself, give it time. Dont push him that would only make things worse. Just let nature take its course, and one day shed come home to find him entwined with a female. Slowly, wearily, Martha made her way upstairs, tiptoeing so as not to wake her son. As she approach his door, she was surprised to see his light still on and as she drew closer, she saw him standing naked in front of his mirror examining himself. Nothing surprising about that. If he was taking after his father, hes be admiring a well-proportioned cock. Martha sighed at the memory of that cock forcing its way inside her for the first time the feeling of being stretched so far she was sure she would be torn open, learning what it meant to be a size queen. As she drew level with the door, Martha could not resist glancing sideways to see if she could catch a glimpse of her sons tackle and compare it with his fathers. but what she saw made her stop dead. Her son was staring at his erection in the mirror. An erection that was barely more than a couple of inches long. He had not taken after his father quite the opposite. Suddenly the absence of girls made sense. She stood staring, oblivious of whether or not Daniel knew she was watching.