9
Stephanie awoke red eyed and dreary to the sound of a loud bell that echoed through the megastructure of the cellblock. She didn't know what time it was, but she could tell from the skylight high above in the prison's ceiling that it must have been early. The sun wasn't even out yet. She couldn't believe it.
Neither could Ana. The redhead rolled over on her uncomfortable bed roll. She struggled to open her eyes, they felt so heavy. But for the others, it was something they expected. During her trial, Yuki made sure to wake up at 5am every morning to prepare her for life in prison. As for Ashley, she had spent enough time in and out of county to know the score and Imogen was a seasoned criminal.
The tired and irritated moans and groans of all the girl's on the block flooded the hall, followed by another electronic ringing that signified the cells were being unlocked. A green light flashed above the doors of each cell. Sliding open in unison, their metallic thundering rocked through the megastructure. It was more than enough to rouse any girl who managed to sleep through the bell.
Imogen stirred awake from her bunk and held her head in her hands.
'The early mornings are the worst' she thought.
Ashley rose from beside her and stretched her arms. She had a big gleeful smile on her face.
"Morning cellies! Morning Daddy!" She spoke cheerfully.
Stephanie stirred up on the top bunk and threw her legs over the side. She had no idea of what the day had in store for her and figured it was best to follow the other girl's lead. Yuki, Ashley and Imogen sprung up from the bed and groggily began taking off their clothes. It certainly wasn't what Stephanie expected. Her jaw dropped and she raised her eyebrows.
"What are you doing?" Asked the goth girl in surprise.
"It's time for our morning search." Explained Imogen. "We're expected to wait naked outside our cells so they can check us for contraband before we get sent to breakfast."
Stephanie's chest tightened.
"What?!" She cried. "You mean they're going to search my vagina again?! But I don't have anything up there... Do they do this every morning?"
Imogen nodded before she pulled her tank top up over her head and bared her tits.
"Yep. Every morning. Everytime we leave our cells. Everytime we begin or end work duty, and everytime we have a court date. Just to name a few."
Stephanie couldn't believe it. She thought that she would just have to suffer one invasive search - But several a day seemed like a nightmare. She didn't want strange women touching her body.
Ana didn't seem pleased with it either.
"Are you serious? Really? They search us that often?" Asked the redhead in disbelief.
"Yes." Replied Imogen bluntly as she pulled off her panties. "Now the two of you better take your clothes off, or we'll all get it."
Ana had been humiliated enough last night but the thought of being naked in front of hundreds of dangerous felons seemed like another level on top of it. But despite that, she knew that she didn't really have a choice, and began peeling off her uniform. Stephanie plopped down from her bed and angrily grumbled.
"This is dystopian as fuck!" She growled in protest. "I'm a human being. I have a right to bodily autonomy. At least the patriarchy doesn't discriminate when it comes to its treatment of animals and people in captivity."
Imogen rolled her eyes. There Delgado was again, being some kind of radical political idealist. That attitude would not get her far here, or at least, that's what she thought. The street racer gave her an irritated glare that said more than Imogen could with words. Steph got the message after that. She figured if Imogen wanted to be mean, she would have been. This was clearly how the girl treated her friends. At least, in this place.
Steph sighed deeply and stripped off too. Ana knew she didn't have room to complain, so reluctantly, she also undressed. Imogen knelt down over her bed and neatly folded her clothes.
"They expect us to do this too." Explained the street racer, before changing her tone to one of mockery. "Everything has to be 'neat' and 'orderly'."
The others followed suit, folding their clothes and stacking them carefully. When they were done, Imogen collected the girl's panties in a laundry bag she left on the mattress in their cell. Then she retrieved her spare underwear and stacked it with her neatly folded uniform. The girl's did the same. Imogen led them outside the cell, and placed her clothes on the ground in front of them.
"They'll give you a clean uniform at the end of the day, but if you want more pairs than that, you'll have to get them from the commissary."
Stephanie and Ana hid their shame as they stood in front of hundreds of horny, mean inmates. Yuki was more than used to being naked around other women by now, and Ashley was loving it. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. The goth girl raised her eyebrow.
"What's the commissary?" She asked naively.
'Mmm, yeah, definitely not the brightest star in the sky.' Thought Imogen snarkily.
"It's like a shop." She replied. "If you can get your family to send you money, you can buy stuff."
Officer Holloway led an entourage of guards into the cellblock equipped with latex gloves. The mature, brunette uniformed vixen herself had a cane in her hand and a clipboard tucked under her arm. As she cracked the cane against her palm, Stephanie could see the girls around her tense up. Some of them winced. Others pouted. But all of them flinched, just a little bit.
Even her.
"Alright ladies, you know the score." Commanded the tomboyish guard. "And those that don't would do well to be fast learners."
Ana was getting nervous. How was she expected to smuggle anything if the inmates got searched so regularly. But she kept her doubts to herself. She figured she'd cross that bridge when she got to it. After all, she wasn't being given a choice in any of this. That was something that had been taken from her. Her only prerogative now, was to somehow survive this hell.
At that moment, it occurred to her that maybe sucking her old husband's wrinkly dick for a few more years seemed remarkably preferable in hindsight.
The inmates turned around and assumed the usual search position, spreading their legs wide and pushing their butts out in the air. The guards went about either side of the block probing and prodding each inmate's most intimate places. It wasn't as thorough as during their intake, but rest assured the guards would go further if they caught a girl hiding contraband.
But nobody had any contraband. At least not on their level. Holloway sighed with disappointment. She wanted nothing more than to spank a naughty, troublesome inmate this morning. Now, she would have to wait until an opportunity arrived later that day.
"You've been good girls today." Said an audibly disappointed Holloway. "Don't be late to breakfast, I'm just waiting for a reason to use this cane."
As Imogen and her cellmates began to get dressed back into their uniforms, Holloway approached them, making very little secret to the fact that she was watching them get dressed. She pulled the clipboard from her shoulder and unclipped five sheets of paper. She read their names from a list in alphabetical order.
"Blake #B35D-7063, Delgado #B39D-7064, Harper #B39D-7065, Kobayashi #B39D-7066 and Simpson #B39D-7067."
Imogen held a sardonic gaze.
"Yeah?"
She handed a form and a pen to each of them.
"Work duty forms. I need them done before Breakfast ends. I'll be inducting you on your new responsibilities."
"Work?" Gasped a doe-eyed Ana. "You mean like, with our hands?"
Holloway smiled. There was nothing more she loved than making spoiled, pampered brats like her work until their soft, manicured hands are rough and callus.
"Yes." She replied with a lustful breath. "And long hours too. For no money. You'll be paying your debt back to society, you little degenerate."
Tears welled in the spoiled girl's eyes. Her husband had pampered her, and certainly wouldn't expect her to do something as plebeian as get a regular job. A sense of dread overcame the girl as she looked over the work form. It was starting to dawn on her the exact nature of the situation she was caught in.
"No! Noooo!" She whined. "These all seem so totally common!"
Ana's face was now as red as her hair. The teary eyed girl looked up at Holloway and pleaded with her.
"Can't I like, do paperwork or something?"
Holloway laughed in her face. To say she was unsympathetic, was an understatement.
"No. You have to work hard. That's the point. You're in prison, and this is what happens to bad girls."
She cracked Ana's backside with the cane before sculking off to terrorize some other poor inmate. Ana yelped. Her butt was still sore from yesterday, and the cane irritated it all over again. Holloway marched away without a second glance.
"I'll send someone to collect you, and you ladies better be ready."
Ana rubbed her backside and began to sob. Imogen rolled her eyes. She slapped the girl across the face with her backhand. She couldn't have the whole block think her bitches were undisciplined.
"Are you done, Ginger?" She asked. "You're embarrassing yourself."
Ana sniffled.
"Yes, Daddy." She replied meekly in defeat. "Sorry Daddy."
As if that switch had been flicked again, Imogen turned around to Stephanie and smiled.
"You can sit with my new friends and I, if you want. Until you find your own 'Niche'."
Stephanie thought it was best to take her up on this offer. She most certainly did not want to sit by herself in this awful place.
"Thanks. I need a little help getting my bearings."
As she folded the form and put it into her pocket, Stephanie followed Imogen to the cafeteria.
"But I'm still not gonna eat anything. I mean that."
The street racer rolled her eyes.
"They don't care, Delgado. It's not worth starving yourself over."
But Stephanie still had an overly optimistic notion that the state actually cared about her well being. They didn't. She was a spoiled, pampered rich girl who'd been radicalized by a fringe group of eco-terrorists. She had killed police officers. The system didn't give a damn about her.
The cafeteria was bustling with chatter and the clanking of metal trays. Each faction sat at their own portion of the cafeteria, although there were a number of tables reserved for women smart - Or lucky - Enough not to affiliate themselves with such.
Breakfast and lunch were some of the few times that bitches were allowed to roam free of their owners. The girls always made the most of it. Rachel Madea and Cate Byron sat across from each other in the cafeteria. The cut down and cropped uniforms their Mommy made them wear, turned all kinds of heads. Their cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment.
They were so hungry. They hadn't eaten anything last night except for ass. The two of them demolished their lukewarm porridge, cold bread and tangy tasting water. They didn't complain that it wasn't vegan, and they didn't complain that it wasn't gluten free. They knew better than that now.
Maya Mukherjee stood in the breakfast line with Clara Worley. She was still dressed in the skimpy bikini that the Chola's had made her. The pair got to chatting as they waited to receive their tasteless and unappealing meal. The girls hadn't really got a chance to talk to each other, with how busy both the prison and their mommy kept them.
"You should come and sit with my friends, Clara."
Clara's eyes lit up at the suggestion. She hated eating with the Cholas because they always bullied her, and she had been far too scared to try and make any friends.
"Really? You'd let me hang out with you? I'd really like that. Thank you!"
