Bailee woke up dizzy with a dull headache. She jumped out of bed when she heard the loud and sharp alarm sound that signals the start of her first day in prison. She splashed some cold water from the tiny sink on her face and she looked up at the barred window to see the warm light of dawn falling on the cold concrete floor. She could hear movement and chatter outside as a guard shouted.
"Move it inmates, get ready for count!" the guard yelled and all the inmates approached the door of their cell. The guard then walked to each cell and wrote something a tiny notebook. Then, the door opened and the inmates formed a line behind the guard. When it was Bailee's turn for the count, the guard noticed that she was wearing the specific tank top and shorts and asked her to hold her hands in front of her, close to the bars. She then proceeded to handcuff Bailee tightly with a pair of cold metal handcuffs and opened her door.
Bailee walked to the back of the line, confused of why she was the only one wearing handcuffs. Was the guard taking her somewhere else? Was she deemed a high-risk prisoner because she was foreign? Was this only to humiliate her even more because she was new?
She went to the back of the line, trying to avoid the stares of the other inmates, keeping her head down and trying to cover her face with her dark blonde hair. The guard continued the count until a line of around 15 women formed and they started to walk towards the end of the hallway. They turned right, and then right again until they arrived at a large sliding door with a basked in front. She saw the first inmate starting to undress and toss her clothes in the basked, and the guard then opened the sliding door and the inmate entered. For Bailee, it was a nightmare to undress in front of others. Even when she was in college, she would wait until everyone left the locker room to change, and there, she wasn't even naked.
When it was her turn, the guard then took off her handcuffs for a minute and she took off her top and shorts awkwardly and then tossed them in the basket. She hesitated to enter the room and the guard handcuffed her back again and then grabbed her arm tightly and pushed her inside. She sighed in relief when she saw that the room was in fact a shower and she was actually glad that she could finally take a shower. She walked to a shower and grabbed the bar of soap lying on the floor, but as she reached towards the faucet she heard a woman addressing her.
"Hey, you, what do you think you are doing, huh?" the woman said with an authoritarian tone. Bailee turned around and saw a young woman with light orange hair, that was cut just above the shoulders. She had thick dark eyebrows that were perfectly trimmed, piercing round dark eyes and full lips. Her chest was somewhat flat but her hips were broad.
"H...Hey, hi, hello, uhm, I'm Bailee, nice to meet you, I'm new here, I just wanted to take a shower, did I do anything wrong, or?" Bailee asked scared, intimidated by the other woman but still trying to show an awkward smile.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know who you were, I'm Vanessa, nice to meet you too, honey. What are you in for, sugar?" asked Vanessa scanning Bailee from head to toe as Bailee held one arm across her chest and the other between her legs, trying to be less exposed.
"Uhm, I'm... I'm in for having hairy arms." said Bailee ashamed and looking straight down at the floor. She couldn't figure out if it was a sarcastic question, or if Vanessa was trying to be friendly. She then felt Vanessa's hand on her chin and raised her head so that she could look straight into her eyes.
"Oh, really? I didn't know. I didn't notice the disgusting hair on your arms the first time you walked in here. Did you girls noticed it?" Vanessa asked loudly and the entire room turned and look at Bailee.
"No, how could we notice how hairy this bitch is, it's barely even visible!" said one woman.
"Yeah, no way, for hairy arms?! You can just see them for a miles away!" said another one. Bailee's face started to turn red as she tried to look back down to avoid the other inmate's gaze but Vanessa's hand was holding her face up firmly. Vanessa then got up really close to Bailee and looked her dead in the eyes.
"Listen, Bailee bitch, I don't know if you know, but if you didn't know, you'll find out now. Hairy bitches are the lowest bitches here, which means that you are our bitch. The hairy bitch of block A-10!" Vanessa said followed by a cheer from the other inmates. Then, Vanessa grabbed Bailee's arm and turned her around, with her face towards the wall, tying up the chain of her handcuffs to the shower head above.
"Come on, ladies, let's say hello to our new bitch." Vanessa said as Bailee looked back over her shoulder and saw the other women approaching.
"Wait, no, please, please, no, I didn't do anything wrong, please, I beg you, don't do anything to me!" begged Bailee almost starting to cry as a tall black woman approached her. She then placed her hand on Bailees arm and pinched her arm hair between the index finger and thumb. She then slapped Bailee across her bottom, one time on each buttock as hard as she could, making Bailee whine with each slap.
"Welcome, hairy bitch!" the woman said as she moved on. She was then followed by another inmate who did just the same thing. Tears were stating to fall on Bailee's cheeks as she could feel the other inmate's hand being imprinted on her bare bottom, and she could feel the outline of their hands stinging her. Bailee tried and twist, turn around but each time, Vanessa grabbed her hips firmly and put her back in her place, with her bottom exposed for the other inmates.
After each inmate slapped her and pulled her arm hair, Vanessa wen behind her and grabbed her firm breasts from behind. She covered Bailee's breasts with her hands and gripped them tightly and shook them up and down. She then pinched her nipples and rested her head on her shoulder kissing gently her neck just below her ear.
"Such a shame, bitch, you have nice tits and a plump ass." Vanessa said slapping her bottom again. "You know how to do your brows, and your lips are not bad." She continued running her finger through Bailee's thick beautiful brows and them rubbed her thumb on her medium-sized lips. "But, with this fur on you, you'll be just a bitch here." she then ran her fingers across Bailee's hairy arms. Vanessa then grabbed her and turned her around so she could face the other inmates as Bailee crossed her legs to hide her womanhood.
"There is this shower there, for bitches, so next time, this is where you'll shower, understand?!" Vanessa turned Bailee's head to a leaky and rusty shower in the corner of the room.
"Y...Yes, yes, I'll use that one, please!" said Bailee sobbing, feeling her wrists hurt from the handcuffs.
"Very good, then. This time, I'll let you use this one, okay bitch?" Vanessa said with a devilish look on her face.
"Thank, thank you! Thank you so much!" said Bailee. Vanessa reached for the faucet and turned it on to the maximum setting. Bailee then let out a sharp scream as she could feel burning water falling on her handcuffed arms and back. She started to scream and twist around, trying to avoid the water but the handcuffs held her pinned to the shower head. She pulled as hard as she could on them, trying to escape the boiling rain as the other inmates laughed, looking at her dancing under the hot water.
Vanessa then turned the water off, after around two minutes, as Bailee's skin turned pink from the heat. She then untied Bailee and grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her down to her shower. After that, she went back to her own shower and started to wash herself. Bailee sat on the floor, curled and crying hysterically as the other girls showered and left. She remained alone, on the floor, when the guard entered to check and found her there. She grabbed her and lifter her up and pushed her towards the exit.
"Please, they tortured me, please help me!" begged Bailee crying.
"Well, next time shave your arms, bitch. What did you expect? You deserve this, hairy cunt." said the guard while dragging her out. She then handed her a towel, a new tank top and shorts and allowed Bailee to dress. She then instructed her to head towards the dining room, where the inmates were waiting in line, for the breakfast to be served. A small yoghurt, a piece of bread and some fruits were on the menu, but Bailee felt sick to her stomach. She grabbed a tray and then sat at a table by herself in the corner of the room. She took a few spoons of yoghurt and managed to eat an apple.
After breakfast, all the inmates headed outside, to a large court to get some air. Bailee stayed near the wall, trying to hide as best as she could, when she saw Julie, the girl she met at the airport. She was also handcuffed and wearing a similar tank top and shorts. Bailee rushed towards her and Julie was happy to see a familiar face.
"Oh my god, Bailee, thank God, are you okay?" Julie asked, happy to meet with her.
"No, not at all, they tied me up in the shower and slapped me and then they turned on hot water on me, and they laughed and mocked me and I can't take it, I won't resist here, I can't take this!" said Bailee almost breaking down and crying.
"It's okay, it's okay girl, they pinned me down to the floor and slapped me as well, it's horrible, we'll get through this." said Julie caressing Bailee's face with both hands. Bailee hugged Julie holding her close. They chatted for a good few minutes when they were interrupted by Vanessa, which was together with a blonde girl. She had round green eyes and a pair of voluptuous breasts that would make any woman envy her.
"Well, well, looks like the two bitches know each other." said the blonde girl.
"Yes indeed, Haze, they do. Is this your girlfriend, Bailee bitch?" asked Vanessa.