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Male x Female Bitch City (pink_silk_glove~rand564)

Discussion in 'General Original RolePlays' started by pink_silk_glove, Dec 2, 2017.

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  1. pink_silk_glove

    pink_silk_glove Member Member

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    "Welcome to Bitch City."

    Those were the first words that Tori Breeden had heard when her and six other females were first marched into the population at Barstow Correctional Facility for Women. She wasn't sure just who had called out the crude greeting, but it didn't really matter. Although she was under no false impression that she had been sent to a not-so-bad place, the moment that she was paraded past the mess hall inmates that morning she knew that it was worse than she could have imagined. Although she witnessed no events of particular nastiness, the vibe was just terribly bad. It made juvenile detention seem like a walk in the park and kept her nerves on a constant knife-edge. It was all that she could do to try not to let it show.

    Bright orange orange orderlies were everywhere, and Tori was one of them, with the words 'California Correctional' stenciled in black across her back and the number F7B-83086 on the front.

    "What are you in for?"

    "Stealing cars," Tori answered stonefaced. She had been stealing cars since she was fifteen. At first it was just for a couple of joyrides, but then not long before her seventeenth birthday she got caught. That one got her sent to juvenile. Once she got out she went right back to it, however this time as a profession. She was paid to steal cars for Miguel. He probably used them for hold ups and other shit. Nice ones may have been exported. Tori didn't care what for. The money was good. It kept her independent and out of foster homes. Then one day when she was meeting Miguel to drop off the goods of her latest theft, the cops jumped out. Apparently the fucking pigs had him under surveillance and chose that day to bust him. Now Tori was doing hard time over some lame Chevy Cruze. At least it could have been an Audi.

    Her cell mate was Shonice, a badass black girl twice her age and size. Her disdain for climbing forced Tori to the top bunk and as soon as lights went out Shonice took her pillow and threatened to bite off her clit if she tried to take it back. Tori didn't sleep a wink the whole first night and it didn't take long before her eyes had thick grey bags beneath them. Barstow was off in the desert. Tori wasn't used to this heat either. She was from Torrance on the coast. There was no air conditioning in the cell. At least nothing came through the vent. Shonice had an electric fan but it only pointed at the lower bunk and Tori didn't dare touch it.

    Three days later she was in the shower. They went in twelve at a time, stripped down naked. Tori was the scrawniest one in the group, her flat chest and spindly limbs completely exposed. On advice she had removed all her piercings before admittance as they could have been ripped out by fellow inmates, but her tattoo of a pair of rolling dice stood out stark on the back of her right shoulder, as well as the hotrod flames encircling her left wrist. Her fair hair had been shaved up the sides at one point although had since been growing in, but the top was swept over with the tips dyed black red and green. Someone grabbed her locks from behind and yanked.

    "Punk-ass bitch!" Tori found herself surrounded by four Latinas. "We don't like your kind," one of them taunted cocking her head from side to side while the other held her. The one doing the talking was Anna-Lupe as she would later learn. Anna-Lupe was wide and curvy with a mass of wild black hair. Tori screeched out as Anna's fingernails dug into her cheek. The next thing that she knew she was shoved to the unforgiving hard tiled floor while chaos erupted.

    "You wanna fight? Try someone your own size!" It wasn't so much someone coming to her rescue as it was someone seizing the opportunity to get rough. A big black girl jumped Anna-Lupe and six girls were on a pile on the floor, punching kicking and wrestling. The guards burst in and ushered anyone not involved back to the change room. Tori never saw how it finished but she heard that tazers were used. The infirmary spent a few minutes patching up the three scrapes on her face. It wasn't too bad but she couldn't walk around bleeding. The next day the gauze came off revealing three little finger mark scabs.

    Things settled down a bit after that but her nerves never did. Tori climbed up into the top bunk to contemplate her 27 months, less time served (two months in county jail awaiting trial and sentencing), eligible for parole in seven. She was only two weeks into it. How was she going to make it?
     
  2. Rand564

    Rand564 Active Member Member

    Local Time:
    5:35 PM
    Barstow Correctional Facility for Women had more men guarding the place than women. In fact, there was were only three women on the CO staff, unless you count Sam, who looked like a man, talked like a man and everyone was pretty sure she got more pussy than most men. Aside from that, a lot of men were charged with watching over 79 women, divided into three cell blocks with around 25 women in each of them. People like to talk about male prisons, but when you put a lot of criminal women in one place, the air itself becomes volatile and unstable. In William's experience, there were times when a simple glance could set these women off when at other times such a glance would be ignored. He had worked in both the male and female facilities, but at least the women' side had some sights to see. Sure, a lot of these women were ugly bitches and the lack of makeup didn't help either, but once in a while there would be a couple of girls that he would enjoy.

    Will had been in charge of block C for a long time, being the one that put every women in there in line. As a result, his boss saw fit to transfer him to block B, which housed a lot of unruly girls. He didn't particularly like being transferred all the way across the facility, but at least he got along well with the guys in the area. At the same time that he arrived, there was a batch of new girls and the guys were immediately intrigued. They came in and were studied, including their records. This was all set-up for a little game they played.

    During the weekends, some of the COs got together to play poker. Sometimes they played for chips, sometimes for money, other time for trinket and other stuff. But the most interesting was when they played for girls. They had mugshots of each prisoner that they found to be good targets, girls that weren't part of any major gangs and were unlikely to cause trouble. They played the game for ownership of them.

    Few were interested in the skinny white chick named Tori. When a fight broke out, one of the guard saw her naked and while she was a prime target, she didn't have a body that excited many of the guards. William aimed for her and won her easily. He liked her type most of all. He was a big man, standing taller than most of the other guards and wider too. The contrast of this skinny girl with him turned him on the most. They all knew Will's tastes, nobody got in the way.

    So two weeks into the time in the jail, Will opened up the block door during lockdown and walked over to her cell. "Open Twelve!" He called out and a guard in the control room unlocked the cell door. "Johnson,, sit your old ass down." He told Tori's cellmate, who was standing by the sink they had in the cell, and turned to the white girl. "Breeden, come with me." He said.

    Will escorted the girl thought the halls and eventually they ended up at a small, empty room with nothing but a table and two chairs. He told her to it and then he did the same across from her. "I'll be brief. Tell me the names of the ones who started that bullshit in the showers." He ordered, looking her straight in the eye.
     
  3. pink_silk_glove

    pink_silk_glove Member Member

    Local Time:
    2:35 PM
    "Breeden, come with me."

    His voice was deep clear and imposing. Tori sat up and looked at him and as he looked straight back at her there was no mistaking. He was definitely there to summon her and no one else. Trying to move slow enough as to appear relaxed, yet not too slow as to come off defiant, she slipped off the top bunk and dropped her feet to the floor. The guard was huge. Tori had lost a little weight since her arrival and was down to about 105. This man must have been two-and-half times that, maybe three. She couldn't estimate well and didn't dare let her eyes linger.

    Following his direction, she walked down the hall with his expressionless watchful eye burning in the back of her head, or was it her back? The worst part of it all was that Tori had no idea what this was all about. She didn't think that she had done anything wrong. Perhaps it was a medical checkup. Maybe they were putting her to work. She just wanted to be left alone. Her pulse was in a gallop. Down halls, through doors and around corners, eventually she was let into a small room. As instructed, she took a seat. Then the massive guard sat across the table from her. His words were direct.

    "I'll be brief. Tell me the names of the ones who started that bullshit in the showers."

    As if he didn't know already. Was that what this was all about? That was a week and a half ago and forgotten. Her scars had even healed. Only one little white mark atop her cheek remained. Besides, she only knew two of their names.

    "Anna-lupe and Rosa?" she uttered slowly and quietly hoping that her answer would suffice. Already sticky from the heat under her loose prison oranges, new sweat trickled from her arms down her ribcage and soaking into the sleeveless tank that she wore in place of a bra. She couldn't hold his gaze for more than a few seconds, glancing away to the floor and forcing herself to lift her eyes again only to repeat.
     
  4. Rand564

    Rand564 Active Member Member

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    This girl's an idiot, he thought to himself as he sat down on the table next to her. She had broken one of the cardinal rules of all prisoners: "Snitches get stitches". So regardless of what happens, an inmate should never snitch on another. They could be beaten half to death and it would still not be acceptable to snitch on the attackers. This girl did not need much pressure to break such an important rule. That meant she really was weak.

    "They were already sent to the hole." He said, looking down at her with a lecherous gaze. "If that really is all of them, then that should settle it." He added with a shrug. "Now for an even more serious matter. The drug trade is rampant in each block and we are trying to stomp it." This was true, each block had their own dealers and there was little the COs could do most of the time. People got high off their asses in the most inventive ways. Will somewhat admired how these women were able to do it so efficiently despite all of them being idiots. "To make sure that you do not have any drugs on you, I'm going to have to ask you to stand up and undress. I'll be conducting a cavity search." He told her with a grin.
     
  5. pink_silk_glove

    pink_silk_glove Member Member

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    "They were already sent to the hole."

    She half glared at him for the remark. It was like she thought, the matter had long been dealt with. Was he really just fucking with her head? Fucking cops were all the same. They were all assholes. Pigs and foster parents - she had no use for them. All they ever did was ruin her life. She scanned his face. He was a pig all right, with that black crew cut. His dark eyes stared her back down, flaunting a power trip as heavy as his physical stature, so she found something else to look at. His name tag read William Mercer.

    "Now for an even more serious matter."

    Her eyes snapped back up to his for a moment before her nerves forced her to play it cool, scowling off into the corner at nothing. She just wanted him to hurry up and get to the point so she could get out of there.

    "To make sure that you do not have any drugs on you, I'm going to have to ask you to stand up and undress." William Mercer couldn't be serious. He had to know that she was the least likely inmate to have any connections in this joint. In order to get drugs in prison you needed something to trade. Either that or at least one good friend. She had neither. There were 80 other girls that he could be shaking down before her. Tori didn't have any drugs. She wished that she did. It would be a lot easier to kill the time. "I'll be conducting a cavity search."

    "Like, now?" she spat. "Are you fucking kidding me? How the hell would I have anything?"
     
  6. Rand564

    Rand564 Active Member Member

    Local Time:
    5:35 PM
    The look on her face when he told her what he intended to do and why was... exquisite. William didn't want to admit it, but his depraved mind kind of got off on his victim's reactions. He liked to push buttons and see how they went with it. He was curious as to how she would entertain him during the time they would be... together. The last girl he had wasn't as fun, just something he got from the little game and didn't really pay out as much as he liked. She had grown to like it... or at least thought he loved a whore that would so willingly give him her ass. Regardless, this one would learn how things worked around here.

    "Disobeying an order?" He asked, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her hair. Will pulled on Tori, forcing her up and then slammed her body into the wall. His hand expertly gripped her arm and twisted it behind her back. "See... here's the thing about me. I'm not the most patient man and when I tell you to do something, then you'll end up doing it one way or another." He spoke in her ear, making sure to use the hand holding her hair to keep her from headbutting him. It wasn't the first time an inmate had done it in this position. "Now, from now on... you're going to keep that pretty little mouth of your shut. You're going to do as I tell you and you're going to do it now." His whole body was pushing her against the wall, making sure that she felt as trapped as possible to drive the situation even further into that dumb skull of hers. "Strip, right now." He told her finally, letting go of her arm and taking a step back, but ready to lunge at her if she tries anything stupid.
     
  7. pink_silk_glove

    pink_silk_glove Member Member

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    Yanked out of her chair by a fistful of her punk-dyed locks, Tori found herself smacked back against the thickly painted cinderblock. He was up close and personal and she could feel the clamminess of his sweat surrounding her as he wrenched her arm awkwardly behind her. True fear billowed up inside her and she began to shake as the realization that she was definitely and immediately on the wrong end of a power trip hit her full force. She was not going to get out of this without something very bad happening. Well over a foot taller that she, William Mercer bent his head down to speak. Tori twisted her neck to the side to keep his breath from her ear.

    "Now, from now on, you're going to keep that pretty little mouth of your shut. You're going to do as I tell you and you're going to do it now."

    The words 'pretty mouth' made her nauseous. He pressed the bulk of his body against her and she stifled a yelp as her shoulder bent awkwardly in his grasp. Eyes shut tight and open mouth gasping for breath, she squirmed to relieve her discomfort to little avail. Then suddenly he relented. William Mercer stepped back and as soon as he released his grip on her arm she turned sideways, shoulder to the wall, cowering.

    "Strip, right now," he commanded.

    Tori slid down the wall and crouched, pulling her knees up to her face. On the street she was pretty tough but inside those walls she was totally overpowered. She was nothing. Her brain knew that the smart thing to do was to comply and remove her clothes, but her body would not permit it. it was locking up in tight resistance. Feeling tears welling up, she cursed herself not to cry, to not show any weakness, but her attempts were futile. Unable to stop herself, she sniffled and exhaled with a shudder. Every muscle in her body tensed in preparation for what ominous dread was to come. Rebellion was not going to work in here. Tori knew that she was about to get raped.
     
  8. Rand564

    Rand564 Active Member Member

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    Unruly and difficult prisoners were a dime-a-dozen and Will was more than used to it by now. However, normally their reaction was a lot more aggressive. He had always been careful to pick the ones that wouldn't give too much of a fight, since the first time he did it, he was unlucky enough to get a violent woman that fought back like a mad dog. He didn't mind struggling, but too much ruins the fun of it all. Since then, he picked smaller women with criminal records that showed they weren't scrappers. He also had to be careful not to pick anyone that would be problematic legally... if he ever did it to a someone smart, it would be a pain to deal with. Thus why he picked women like Tori now, scrawny and small, easy to handle and unlikely to have anyone that gave enough of a shit to guide her in the right direction to expose him.

    She refused to move, but he could see that it wasn't because she wanted to rebel; rather, it was due to fear. He delighted in it, but didn't have the time or patience for coercion at that moment. She was at the right angle for a kick and that is what he did. Will's big boot shot to her face and the sole struck her powerfully. "I gave you an order!" He growled, grabbing her by the hair and striking her face with his fist. His hand hurt, he hated punching people; the skull was a solid mass while the hand had several small bones... it was easy to see which was more fragile. However, he was sure that to hits would be enough to pacify her completely.

    Will jumped on her right away. He pushed her head to the floor and a knee on her back. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed the hem of her pants. She pushed them down forcefully, revealing her bare ass and he smiled. "There we go... for a skinny bitch, you have a decent ass..." He told her while still holding her face to the ground. His hand moved down, dipping between her legs and feeling her folds. "And I'm sure your pussy's tight too." He said, forcefully pushing a finger inside her.
     

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