A week elapsed before the guards came to get them again. Zach surreptitiously slid his hand into his scrubs and ensured he was smooth. He was already becoming a bit engorged in anticipation of his session in the milking room. When the cell door opened, he and Rodriguez stepped out and proceeded to strip as usual.
"Not you," the guard said using her stick to prod him back into the cell. "Just Rodriguez."
"Huh?" Zach said as he pulled his pants up again, confused.
"Miss Starla wants us to leave you out of this rotation."
Zach swallowed hard and felt himself twitch below at the mention of her name. "M--M--Miss Starla?"
The guard shoved the cell home and the lock clicked shut. "Yeah. Miss Starla said to keep you out of this rotation."
"I'm dying here, boss lady," Zach complained. He hadn't ejaculated in a week and was badly in need of release. This, along with the mention of Starla's name caused his balls to ache dully. The front of his prison issues was beginning to tent noticeably.
"I'm just following orders, kid," the guard said. She indicated Zach's obvious arousal. "You'd better get control of that, too."
"Get your mind on something else, man," Rodriguez said as he stared at the television in the common room. Zach was pacing up and down the wall beside their table, agitated because another week had gone by without being taken to the milking room. His world was becoming his cock which was now exquisitely sensitive to anything brushing against it. His balls were two saturated, swinging weights between his legs.
Nights were the worst. He woke up a half-dozen times a night with an aching and throbbing erection. He had been warned about sheet inspection, which occurred once a day at random times. They had a way of dealing with unauthorized releases, he had been told. From what he'd seen so far, he was afraid to imagine exactly how they would deal with it.
"Inmate number 77552, step forward," a loud female voice said waking Zach from a fitful sleep. He swung his legs out of bed, rubbed his face and his eyes finally found the Captain of the Guards glaring at him through the bars. "Miss Starla wants to see you."
Zach stepped into his slippers and waited for the door to open. He was aware the head of his penis was swinging against the inside of his scrubs. The idea of meeting Miss Starla again was bypassing his brain and heading straight for his groin.
"You're not going to give me any trouble, are you, boy?" Van Dietz said.
"No, boss lady," Zach said meekly.
"Damn," Van Dietz whispered in his ear. "I was hoping to practice with my baton on those swollen nuts of yours." With that, she shoved him down the corridor and hustled him off the cell block.
Zach swallowed hard as he was guided through door after door. He was already lost by the time he got to an anteroom that looked like something akin to a doctor's waiting room. Van Dietz shoved him into a chair and left him alone in the windowless room. His need to release was forgotten completely now.
In a few minutes, Van Dietz appeared again and pointed her baton at him. "You! Front and center!" she barked. Zach stood and came over to the captain who immediately shoved him through another door. He stood in front of a red door that looked to be covered in red leather and ornate stitching. He didn't need a nameplate to know who was on the other side.
Van Dietz opened the door and leaned inside. "Miss Gravestone, the prisoner is here to see you as you requested." There was no answer save for the door opening wider. Van Dietz gripped a handful of his prison scrubs and almost jerked him off of his feet as she pulled him inside.
The office seemed so out of place to Zach. The floor was plush carpet, the walls covered in animal prints and lined with books on anatomy, physiology, biochemistry, and even some spiritual stuff. Dominating the room was a red cedar desk behind which sat the platinum-haired porcelain goddess that Zach had been thinking about since his arrival. She leaned forward, her delicate hands clasped together with a smile playing across her face.
"That's all, Misty," Starla said to the Captain of the Guards without looking at her.
"Yes, ma'am," Van Dietz said and backed out of the room shutting the door behind her.
Starla opened a file and pulled it in front of her and read a moment leaving Zach unsure what to do.
"Zachary Michael Hill, nineteen years old--almost twenty--inmate number seven-seven-five-five-two. Grand larceny, auto theft," she read as if running off a takeout order over the phone. "You're not really a troublemaker, are you, Mister Hill?"
"No, ma'am," Zach said.
"You have three months left with our happy family. How have you enjoyed your stay so far?"
Zach's mouth went dry. He swallowed once then managed to croak out, "It's better than the other joint I was in."
Starla smiled at him. "You don't have to be nervous. It's just you and me and I'm the top of the food chain in here, so nothing you say will cause you grief back on the block. What do you really think?"
"The guards are too hard on us," Zach managed.
"You understand I have to have an orderly operation here or nothing gets done well, especially the harvesting process. I don't tell my staff how to maintain order, I just insist that they do. They found out a long time ago that you can keep a man in line much easier if you threaten his manhood as opposed to--well, anything else."
Zach said nothing.
"Thomas was a bit overboard," Starla said. "But he assaulted one of my guards. Broke her nose. Had I known about it, we'd have put him in solitary and sent him back. The thing with the noose and his testicles was Van Dietz's idea. She's got a real problem with men just on principle if you've noticed. She's been reprimanded."
