Note: The following is purely fictional. Any similarity to any person living or                dead is purely coincidental.

                                                         VIS- A-VIS

     The noise was deafening. The occasional muffled screams somewhere distant were even more frightful. There were over fifty of us in a room twenty by twenty   with five long rows of narrow wooden benches toward the center. Some of the other women were standing at the bars. Others were asleep on the floor. The place reeked of urine, sweat and vomit.

   The women in the tiny room were of every age and description. Scary looking tattooed gangbangers to bent over old women. Some cried. Others just stared blankly into space. We were all waiting for our indoctrination and induction into Valley State Prison for woman in Chowchilla California. They called this cesspool the ‘Reception Center.’ What a joke. I didn’t see tea and cookies anywhere.

     I’d been here about ten hours now but it seemed much longer. My head still throbbed and my jaw was badly swollen from the beating I had taken in the holding cell in county jail. I thought for sure it was broken but since I was on my way to state prison they just told me to shut up and get it treated there.

    I was sitting near the middle of the room straddling one of the six inch wide benches. My arms were crossed and I had my chin on my chest. God I hurt. I needed to pee badly but knew the second I got up someone would take my place on the bench. After that I knew I’d either have to stand up forever or sit on the nasty floor. Neither appealed to me at all.

     I had just about decided to go pee when I heard my name yelled out from the lone CDC officer outside the bars. “Upis, Kate, front and center.” I heard a couple of voices around the room snickering at my name. But I was used to it and frankly didn’t care at the moment.

  I stood and faced the voice and started to step over the ones on the floor.  

    Walking over to the stout Department of Corrections Officer (CO) I held the bars with both hands. “I’m Katie.” She opened the heavy sliding door with her strange key and I walked out into the hallway. She slammed the heavy door behind me and turned and said “Come on Upis the Doc will see you now.”

     “Well it’s about fucking time.” I said a bit too loud. The sow slammed me against the bars head first and I crumpled to the ground. Much to the delight and hoots and hollers of my new room mates.

      “On your feet Upis or I’ll throw you back in there and you can wait a few more hours.”  Silently I pulled myself upright using the bars for support and ambled down the hallway. The sow following closely.

   As we approached a corner the sow told me to turn to the right, which I did. As we approached the sign marking the dispensary she held me by my arm and turned me to the right to enter the door. 

     “Sit on the exam table Upis, and behave your ass or I’ll slam you again cunt.”    I started to tell the sow to fuck off but thought better of it.

     I was way out of my league here, and though pissed off at my ruined life, I was new to this world and knew I had a lot to learn if I were to survive here.

    You’re going to find out soon enough. So as I sit on the exam table waiting for the prison quack I might as well tell you now.

   I Katie Upis was found guilty of two counts of California Penal Code 191.5. Gross vehicular manslaughter which to this date I do not remember in the slightest.

      Ok ya, I’m a fucking alcoholic and was taking Clonazapam for chronic anxiety. The perfect mixture for amnesia.

   They said and allegedly ‘proved’ that I offed an old couple in a high speed auto accident while driving drunk.  I accepted a plea bargain for eight years as opposed to a probable twelve year sentence.

     The six months I spent in Los Angeles County Jail was hardly an epiphany. To this day I don’t remember shit.

     I moved to southern California from Omro Wisconsin a year ago and stepped into an entry level position as a mid level supervisor in a growing marketing firm.

     It was good money for me as a first level supervisor with a BA degree from Oshkosh University. I moved to Hermosa Beach in 2005 and lived in a tiny apartment right on the strand. I loved it. It was within walking distance of several bars and so so night clubs.

    One night I drove to Belmont shores in Long Beach to meet a couple friends for drinks. Well one thing led to another and we ended up in so many bars I couldn’t remember.

     The last thing I do remember was being pissed off and driving too fast thru five stop signs that were like ten feet apart then a flash of orange.

     The next thing I remember was waking up cuffed and bloody in the back seat of a police car. Sitting up I saw a mini van upside down and badly mangled with a utility pole in the middle of it.

      When I woke up again I was on a gurney with a heavy chain around one ankle. It was a tremendous effort to climb off the gurney to go pee. When a nurse came in to check on me she told me I was at USC medical center in Los Angeles. She also mentioned how lucky I was to be alive.

     I didn’t feel so lucky these days. I did feel bad for the old couple I killed. Their families their friends. But it was an accident and I certainly didn’t do it on purpose. And besides I was in prison for a long time to come. They weren’t.

     Just then the prison Doctor walked in. She was a short thin woman with coke bottle bottomed glasses. She picked up a file that I suppose was mine.

     “Upis, it says here you received a severe blow to your jaw prior to your transport. How are you feeling now?”

    “It hurts like hell Doc.” I said. The Doctor turned my head to look at my swollen face and grimaced. “I bet that hurts Upis. Step over here and we’ll take an x-ray or two.” 

    She took the x-rays and told me to have seat and wait which I did. She was back in about ten minutes. “Okay Upis, it’s not broken. But I see in your file that you were on Topamax in county. What’s that about?”

     “Well Doc, after my accident…” “Accident?” That’s what you call killing two people?” She muttered, more to her self than to me.

     “After my accident I started having seizures. Even worse that before.” I said. “What do you mean ‘before’ Upis?”

      “Well I’ve been on Clonazapam for years for seizures, but after the car wreck it got worse.” This wasn’t really true, I had been on Klonopin for anxiety, but I knew enough by now to hit up the Doctors for drugs so I could use them for barter later on. And besides the Topamax was very similar and was a good diversion to the madness of jail.

    “Alright Upis I’ll put you on the list for the hot med line.” At that she turned and walked out of the small exam room. “Hey, what about now? What the fuck is a ‘hot med’ line?” I got up to follow her then as if on cue, the sow returned.

    “Upis, you just don’t fucking get it do you?” snarled the sow as I turned to face her. I read her name tag. “Fellows.”

     It figures I thought. She was about my size but a bit taller and heavier. “What is there to get OFFICER Fellows?” I mimed. I didn’t see it coming. But Fellows had punched me in the stomach so hard it doubled me over and sent me crashing to the floor.

    As I lay there in a fetal position, I heard and smelled her nasty breathe. “Upis, if you fucking dis’ me one more god dam time I’ll put you in Ad Seg with the meanest, nastiest bull dyke on the planet.”

    Still on the ground but starting to sit up I moaned, “I’m no lesbian officer Fellows.”

    Fellows just laughed. “Not yet you aren’t.” She chuckled. “But you’ll learn. One way or another. Now get on your feet Upis, I don’t have all fucking day.”

     “Yes officer Fellows.” I said a bit more humbly now. She didn’t even turn around as I groggily got to my feet to follow her. All she said was, “Better and better Upis. Let’s go.”

     Returning to the holding cell I stopped dead in my tracks. All the women were in line and butt naked. They were in four lines all facing forward and holding small card board boxes. The four in front were facing the wall with their arms against the wall while four CO’s stood behind them.

     “Okay, next four. Backs against the wall face me.”  You four get your asses out in the corridor and get in line.

    The first four walked out and stood naked in the walkway in a long single file line. Each clutching their boxes.

     The nearest CO turned to look at Fellows and I. “Fellows, what have we here?”  Officer Phillips this is Upis.”

      The whole room laughed aloud. One of the CO’s yelled: “One more fucking giggle out of your pussies and ill throw you all in the hole.”

    CO Phillips walked over to the open cell doors and stood before me. “Upis huh?” “Uh huh.” I replied. “”Well do you?” She asked.” “Do I what?”  

     “Do you piss?” asked CO Phillips as she roared in laughter. No one in the stinky cell made a sound.

   “No I don’t.” I said meekly.

       Phillips threw a box at me and I caught it. “Then fucking strip and put everything in the box right god dam now, And I mean everything.

     I was still wearing the blood stained tight jeans and dress shirt I had on the night of my arrest 3 months ago. They had been washed in LA county jail and returned to me prior to my transport here to VSPW.

      “Well Upis, what the fuck are you waiting for?” Snarled CO Phillips.

     This was so humiliating. There were over 25 naked pissed off women clutching boxes and every eye was on me.

     I dropped my box to the floor and quickly unbuttoned my blouse and kicked off my shoes and dropped them in. I took off my jeans and stood there in my black silky bra and matching panties staring at CO Phillips.

     “Well aren’t you pretty. My my. There’s some lucky lady in here somewhere ain’t there?” Muffled laughter erupted in the room.

     Then Phillips started to yell angrily. “I said everything Upis. Now fucking strip. You’ve wasted enough of my god dam time.”

    As fast as I could I peeled off my panties and bra and dropped them in the box. “Now pick up your fucking box and get to the end of the line while you still can Upis.”

   The next four in front walked forward. Phillips went back to her drill sergeant rantings. “Turn and face me, Bend over and shake your hair out. All four obeyed in unison. Lift your tits up.” This was to search for contraband I guess.

   “Not like that Sullivan you cow, by the fucking nipples.”

     “Oh lift your arms and turn and face the wall. Reach back and spread your cheeks ladies.” This brought out a slight chuckle from the 5 women CO’s. “Come on Reyes spread that fat ass.”

     I heard groans and yelps as the guards started probing there orifices with there gloved fingers.

    “Okay, you 4 into the corridor, next four up here and face me.” And on it went until I was in the next to the last line.

    “Okay, you four into the corridor, next four turn and face me.” My row was next after this group. As they faced the CO’s and my row. They went thru the hair and the tit routine.

     One Mexican with big tits was looking right at me and sneering. This sent a cold shiver up my spine. She was shorter than me and had huge nipples and powerful fat legs. Her gaze was quite intimidating and I looked away in fear.

    When the CO.s ordered them to turn and spread she looked over her shoulder straight at me again. I was terrified and I’m sure it showed.

     “Salazar, turn the fuck around and face the wall.”

    When the CO’s were probing their assholes and pussies I was a mere 5 feet away. And saw that they were none to gentle. I mean these bitches rammed those fingers in each stinky hole as far as they could and gave their hands a few twists. Thank god they at least changed their gloves after each woman.

    “Okay ladies, turn around and face me, pick up your boxes and get in line in the corridor.

    When they turned, the one called Salizar again locked her menacing gaze on me. As she turned to walk out she made kissy lips at me. Again I felt a sickly cold shiver down my naked spine.

     “Okay last four up front. Turn and face me. Boxes on the floor. Bend and shake out your hair. Stand up and lift your tits. Turn around and face the wall. Reach back and spread your cheeks.”

     “Ah Upis, we meet again.”  I was too scared to reply. Oh no, it was Fellows and she was putting on gloves. I started to tremble in fear. Wider Upis.”

    When fellows jabbed her fingers in my asshole I was so stunned and it hurt so much I peed myself. God it hurt. I braced myself for the blow I was sure was on its way. But no one struck me.

    Roars of laughter erupted from the other CO’s in the room. Phillips and another called Jameson were teasing Fellows, who stepped back out of the way. “Hey Fellows, looks like you-piss likes you!”

    “Godamit Upis. I hope you didn’t do that on purpose. You’re already on my shit list cunt.” I still couldn’t muster a reply but just continued holding my ass cheeks apart.

    When Phillips fingers entered my pussy I though I would faint but got thru it ok.

    “Okay Upis you and you other three get your asses in line.” I picked up my box and walked out into line. The very last ones in line.

     The line moved slowly. It was almost two hours by the time I reached the clothing issue counter. They had me fill out an address label to ship my box of clothes to. So I put my brother’s address in Cleveland.

     One of the old crone trustees threw me and orange CDC jumpsuit called a “Moo-moo.”

      When I unrolled it there was a pair of ugly gray socks and a pair of panties that were way too small. And a bra that actually had the nipples cut out. I couldn’t believe it.

   “Hey can I have another bra and a pair of panties?” I asked the fat black crone at the counter. She didn’t even look up but said. “Sorry sugar it’s all we gots.”

   “But the nipples are cut out.” I whined. Finally she looked up at me and smiled and lowered her gaze to my bare breasts staring right at my 34C boobs.

     “Sugar If’n I gots sexy nipples like dem, I’d wan’ ever’one to see ‘em.”

      I quickly put them on and zipped up my moo moo. They were way too small too and crept up my pussy and ass.

     “Theses don’t fit either”. I whined to no avail. “None uh dem do sweetie, look at it dis way chile, wit dat bod’ of yers y’all gots no trouble at tall findin’ a girl friend.”

     “But I’m not a lesbian.” I cried. “That’s wa dey all say at first darling. Now fill this dis shit out befo’ ya piss off a CO.”

    She had me fill out some forms like where I wanted my body sent which really creeped me out.   

    As three male CO’s strutted toward me talking and laughing, I saw all three wearing   ‘Orange Crush’ mace cans on their belts. I hurried to rejoin the line. I heard the male CO’s were the worst and I wanted no part of that scene.

   There was a sigh over head that read “A Yard” whatever that was. The line went around a corner to the right. There was a long narrow stinky corridor with cells on only one side. All cells seemed to have eight women in them all dressed in orange as I was.

    As I neared the wall at the end of the ‘alley’ I heard CO Jameson say. “All the way to the end Upis, on the right.”

       I walked into the dark smelly cell and came face to face with my very first cellie. Salazar. The same one from the R&R room that was scowling at me.     It was a bare cell. Only eight feet long with a mere three feet of floor space and had a two tiered bunk. A wash basin at the far end. A stainless steel commode at the other.

      I turned to face the cell door as it slammed shut and heard the CO’s footsteps fading. I knew there was going to be trouble. I just felt it.

   As I turned slowly, I was met with a fierce blow to the stomach that doubled me over. The knee coming at my face was the last thing I remembered. 

      When I woke up I was laying doubled over on the slimy floor and Salazar was sitting on the commode staring at me. She was fully nude and had her hand between her legs. To my horror I was naked as well!

   Salazar was a nasty looking woman with huge saggy tits and short legs

      “Well ho’ look like we be cellies don’t it? Les’ git shit straight.” “Get what straight?” I asked still dazed as I sat up. “Give me back my fucking clothes you pig.” She just snorted and stood up towering over me. She wrapped me on the head lightly with her knuckles and continued. “In here, you be ma bitch puta.” 

     “I’m nobodies bitch you cow give me back my fucking clothes.” I demanded. My defiance was short lived as Salazar grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me toward the commode where she sat back down.

    The back of my head was resting on the edge of the stainless steel commode. And my body was ass first on the nasty floor. Her chubby hand still tangled tightly in my hair. She closed her legs around the sides of my head as she looked fiercely down into my face. She held something real sharp to my left cheek and spoke in a low voice.

     “Be’s a shame to fuck up dat pretty face cunt.” She let go of my hair and put her fat powerful hand around my throat and started to squeeze. I thrashed my body but couldn’t move my head. I couldn’t even scream.

    She released her grip a bit so I could breathe and in a whisper Salazar said. “Now cunt you gonna do anythin’ yo new mama says, ain’t ya?”

     “Yes, Anything I croaked.” I knew I had to obey. This crazy bitch could easily kill me. And with all the screaming no one would hear mine before she strangled me.

    “Say it ho.” She hissed. Still gripping my throat tightly. “I’ll do anything my new mama says.” I said in a whisper. “Louder cunt, I wants everyone to hear.” She said. Drizzling spit in my mouth.

     “I’ll do anything my new mama says.” I yelled the best I could. This brought crazed hoots and hollers from the unseen neighboring cells.

   “Now cunt, when I lets ya go, ya gonna roll over on all fours and lick mama’s pussy. Got it?”

     “Yes mama.” With that she released my throat and grabbed my hair again as I painfully rolled over onto my knees.

     Salazar had scooted forward and shoved my face deep into her nasty wet pussy. “Lick it cunt. Show mama ya love her.” I felt her shudder and heard her moan as she forced my face up and down her fat pussy. I felt the warm wet excretion of girl cum as she shuddered even deeper. I lapped it up and swallowed it to keep from choking to death.

   Salazar had cum several times now and was moaning loudly as she ordered me to shove two fingers in her asshole. I reached up under her fat legs and swiped some of her juices from her pussy and none to gently crammed them in her asshole. As soon as the fingers were in, the iron grip on my hair tightened and she screamed.

    I felt her body stiffen as she shoved my face deeper into her sopping cunt. She came at that exact moment and squirted gushing piss in my already soaked face and hair. I started to choke and gag from the flood when she suddenly released me and I crumpled to the floor at her feet. Lying in her piss.

     She was shuddering and still pissing as I stood up to retrieve my moo moo off the top bunk and put it on. I shoved the panties and bra in my moo moo pocket even though they didn’t fit. I hoped I wasn’t coming back.

     “Come ‘ere mija.” Ordered Salazar. I zipped up my moo moo and took a small step toward her. “Help me up cunt.”

     I grabbed her arm and helped my rapist to her feet. She stood and stared at me. There was no menace or anger to her gaze. But almost like that of a sobbing lost child.

     She put her arms around me and squeezed me tightly. “Kiss yo’ mama mija.” I didn’t really have much choice so I kissed her full on the lips. Her fat wet tongue filled my mouth as she kissed me passionately. I was not at all aroused. In fact this was sickening. But I was powerless against her strength.

    When she finally released me she was smiling. Just then the cell doors all slammed open at once along the alley. A loud metallic voice boomed over a PA somewhere. “Chow for A yard. Form a single file along the wall. No talking. Hands in pockets. Move.”

    Shuffling down the alley to the main corridor I saw the chow line and fell in behind all the other women. There were hundreds. The line went as far as the eye could see. It crept along slowly but started to speed up eventually.

     Along the way I saw another line on the other side of the corridor and then I small sign that said. “Hot Meds.” I remembered the Doc telling me she put me on the list for Topamax and took a chance and stepped across the hall and got in that line.

     In front of me was a tall thin blonde. A wisp of a girl. “Excuse me.” I said. “Is this where ya get your meds at?”

     She turned and smiled kindly at me. “Yep, this is the place. You’re new here aren’t you?” “Ya I’m afraid so.” I said wearily.

     “Well nice to meet you I’m Sarah.” “Hi Sarah, I’m Katie.” She beamed into my eyes. We briefly hugged and she kissed me on the cheek.

     “What was that for?” I asked. Laughing uneasily. Sarah blushed and smiled shyly at me before looking away. “It’s just so hard to meet nice people that aren’t cruel. Thank you Katie.”

    “So this is the hot med line?” I asked again out of nervousness. “Yes it is sweetie.” She said.  What are you getting Katie? “Oh I’m supposed to get Topamax. I said. What are you getting darling?

     “I’m a diabetic so I get insulin twice a day.” Said Sarah. When my new friend and I made it to the small window, the nurse verified her name on her wrist bracelet and readied her arm then injected her with insulin.

     It was my turn at the window. “Name?” Asked the old woman nurse. “Upis, Katie.” I said. She made me show her my wrist band ID bracelet and handed me a small white pill and pointed me to the nearby drinking fountain.

     Turning to get back into the line for evening meal I ran smack dab into Sarah. “Come on Katie, let me buy you dinner.” she said with a chuckle. It took fifteen minutes before we got the sickening smelling meal on metal trays.

     The dining room was pretty near full with about two hundred women seated at six person tables.  We sat opposite of each other and ate our meal in relative silence. There were CO’s everywhere walking between the rows of tables.

    Sarah told me she was a junkie in here for three years for dealing Heroin and had only been here a few days herself. She was in an eight person cell on the same alley as I was.

    We both commiserated as we ate.  Soon a whistle was blown and we were ordered back to our cells. I wasn’t looking forward at all to going back for round two with Salazar. I was sick as fuck of being fucked with. By the CO”s and especially that fat ass sow.

     On the way back to our alley I told Sarah of my troubles with Salazar. She told me that I needed to “handle my business.”

     What does that mean darling?” I asked. “Simply that Katie. If you don’t stand up for your self, then the word gets out and everybody will fuck with you. Trust me you need to do what you can.”

     “I know, but she’s so much meaner and stronger than I am sweetie.” I said sullenly. “That may be true darling, but she has to sleep sometime. And if you do get in a fight they usually move you to another cell. If they know about it that is.”

     “We had reached Sarah’s cell and she hugged me again and said. “See you at morning med line sweetie.”

     “Good night Sarah” I said as I arrived back at my cell. Salazar was sitting on her bottom bunk and scowled as I walked in. At least now I sorta had a plan. If I lived thru it.

      Salazar didn’t say anything to me as the doors along the alley slide closed with a bone rattling metallic clang. I climbed up to top bunk and was dismayed to find no bedding at all. Just a tattered lumpy mattress that looked a hundred years old.

      I decided to take a chance and talk to my rapist cellie. I mean what harm could it do? “Mama?” I asked in a sheepish voice. She didn’t answer. I tried again. “Mama, how come there’s no bedding for us?”

      Surprisingly she spoke softly. “Because little one. Dey don’t wan’ us to git too comfortable here. I seen ya in da hot med line. Wha’ kinda dope ya gots?”

    “Oh just Topamax nothing special.” I knew I shouldn’t have told her but I figured if I talked to her she might leave me alone.

    “From now on little one ya brings yer dope home to mama.”

     “But mama I need the stuff for my seizures.” I said incredulously.  Salazar smacked the bottom of my bunk hard and her voice changed to a menacing tone.

    “Mama dun give a fuck mija. You bring da shit home or I’ beat yo mutha fuckin’ ass ‘gain. Is dat wad ya wan’?” “No mama, I just wanna get long.” I said. Not meaning it.

       I planned to wait until she fell asleep and just start beating her face in as hard as I could for as long as I could. It was a shitty plan, but I needed my meds and knew she’d never leave me alone if I didn’t at least try.

     Several hours passed until the lights went off for the night. What a day it’d been. Christ. The din of the other women in the alley never stopped. I knew it wouldn’t because it was the same in county jail. At least Salazar wasn’t bothering me.

   I nodded off and had no idea what time it was I was awakened by the fat pig below me. She was banging on my bunk again and mumbling something. I climbed down to go pee and had just unzipped my moo moo and sat down when she spoke.

    “Takes yo clothes off afta yo done mija and git in bed wit mama.” “Excuse me?” I asked, confused. “Ya heard me mija, git your ass in bed with yo mama cunt. Don’t worry. We gonna play house.”

       I sure didn’t want to get beaten again and I wasn’t yet ready to risk my life by fighting her outright. Reluctantly I slipped out of my moo moo and stood naked before Salazar. She was laying naked on her side in the darkness and had her back against the wall.

     She reached out and pulled my arm none to gently and made me sit with my back to her. “Lay wit mama mija.” she said again. She put her arm across my back and pulled so that I lay with my back up to her.

       I wanted to pound her face in, but right now just was the wrong time. I knew I must choose my moment carefully. I’d only have one chance and it was a slim one at that.

     Salazar snuggled up behind me and put her knees behind my ass. With her left arm she pulled my left arm gently behind my back and pinned it between us. I laid my head on the greasy mattress and tried to relax the best I could. What the fuck else could I do?

   She had my left breast cupped in her chubby hand and was kneeding it. She soon moved to tugging on and twirling my nipples with her fingers. She was still pretty gentle. I hate like hell to admit it but I was becoming aroused.

    I have never hated myself so much in my life as I did in this moment. When Salazar pressed her left knee thru my legs and lowered her hand to my pussy I involuntarluily shuddered and tried to pull away. This was fucking creepy. Still… It had been so very long since anyone had touched me intimately as she was doing now.

     When she parted my labia lips and started ever so gently to finger fuck me I pushed back into her. “Dat’s it mija comes to mama.” She cooed in my ear. “Tell mama ya love her.” I couldn’t do it! I was so caught up in hating her stupid pig ass and the marvelous forgotten feeling of my sex. It was mind boggling.

     She stopped fingering me just as I was about to cum and savagely pinched my nipple. “I love you mama.” I screamed out much to my surprise and immediate embarrassment. The alley suddenly came to life out of the darkness.

    “I love you mama.” They chortled loudly and in a dozen or more voices. One laughed and hooted hysterically.

    “Dat’s betta mija.” Echoed Salazar as she resumed finger fucking me. She was expertly working my cunt. I thought I could keep from cumming. I just didn’t want to give the cunt the satisfaction. It soon became too much for me and I orgasmed so hard and suddenly I think even she was startled.

      I squirted so much it flooded the mattress. But she wasn’t stopping! “Dat’s a good ho” cum fo’ yo’ mama.” It was maybe a minute longer that I came even harder than the first time. I grabbed her hand and forced three of her fingers deep in my pussy. It didn’t matter anymore.

    Using her hand like a dildo I slammed her fingers in my swollen cunt. I had orgasm after orgasm there in her arms. I screamed like a banshee after having the most intense orgasm of my life. I shivered and was quivering badly. Still she held me tight. 

   As I awoke I lay there limp in her arms, covered in sweat and soaked in my own juices.  Salizar still held me tightly even though she was asleep now.

    I lifted her arm over me and slid under and stood naked on the cold cement floor. I sat on the cold steel toilet and put my moo moo back on.

      Finding my too tight panties and bra I put them in my pocket. And lastly my socks and tattered white canvas shoes.

      If I were to act it had to be now. I heard others stirring and didn’t know for sure when the cells would soon open for morning chow. I hoped they would anyway. God I hated this but I had to do it.

     I leaned down and ran my hand thru Salazar’s ratty hair and gently wound my hand around it.  Tightening my grip and Ieaning in I slammed her nose with the heel of my right palm. I did this two more times as hard as I could while pulling her hair savagely.

   Her nose erupted in blood as she grabbed my left wrist and twisted it inward. I had lost the advantage. I smacked her in the face with my fist and ripped my arm away from her and promptly fell backward into the bars and fell hard on my ass. My head struck the bars hard enough to daze me. 

      She was on me in seconds. With blood gushing down her sweaty nude body she stood shakily to her feet. I screamed as loud as I could but of course that didn’t change shit. Her first kick caught my in my left hip. I grabbed her foot out of desperation but she pulled it away with no effort at all.

     At that exact moment the cell door clanged open and I fell backward into the alley way. Lying on my back I saw the others on my alley coming out of their cells and looking and pointing at me.

     The shrill whistles of the three CO’s startled everyone on the alley as they surged down the row pushing everyone out of their way. I stood and mingled with the others.

    That was exactly when Salazar came staggering out of our cell all bloody and ran right into one of the male CO’s.

   Her face was covered in blood and she was swinging her arms wildly. All three CO’s had taken Salazar to the floor and were trying to cuff her up. She was howling like wounded animal.

    As simple as it sounds I just stood, turned and followed the crowd heading to chow. I mean there was so much commotion they just didn’t see me walk away. I was shaking so bad and panting from the fight I thought for sure I’d be jumped on and cuffed too, but nothing happened.

    I got into the hot med line and waved as Sarah walked by me and she waved back. “See you at chow darling.” I said. She smiled and walked to the end of the line.

     Just then CO Fellows came up behind me and gripped me by the arm. “Follow me Upis.” She said in monotone.

She took me around the corner of another alley. I thought for sure I was in deep shit.

   “Okay Upis, you seem bent on making trouble for yourself and me. Now what the fuck happened to your cellie?”

     “Something happened to Salazar officer fellows?” I said trying to act innocent. I was sure my nervousness gave me away.

     “Don’t give me that bullshit Upis; I know you cold cocked her after she beat your ass the other night.”

    “There must be some mistake officer Fellows. We got on alright.” I said.

   “You cons fucking amaze me Upis.” She said. “How’s that officer Fellows?” “Salazar said the same crap.” She said. “So you have no fucking idea why Salazar was all bloody?”

   “No ma’am, not a clue.” “Uh huh, that’s what I thought Upis. Well I should just keep your stupid ass in there with her and let her kill you.”

     CO Fellows poked me in the chest as she went on. “Upis, it’s your lucky fucking day. I could care less if Salazar makes salami out of you. But I don’t like paperwork Upis. Is that fucking clear?”

     “Why yes officer Fellows it is.” I said. “Okay Upis, after chow you come to the duty desk and I’ll assign you to another cell. Oh and Upis….”

     “Ma’am?” I asked. “One more fucking headache and you wont see the light of day for a fucking month, Got it?” I nodded solemnly. “Now get the fuck out of my sight Upis.”

    The hot med window was closed now and I walked into the chow hall and found Sarah and sat down.

    “Are you okay Katie?” I though I heard you scream and I saw your cellie all bloody and being helped to the dispensary.  I heard you calling someone mama.”

    “I’m fine Sarah darling, don’t worry. And I don’t have a mama.” I laughed despite being terrified that I now had a mortal enemy.

    Sarah reached across the table and took my hand in hers. She leaned over and whispered to me. The pain visible on her face. “I have a mama Katie. So many of us here do. She makes me do nasty horrible things.”

    “Why don’t you just ask the CO’s to move you darling?” I asked. “Because they won’t Katie. And even if they did it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

     “What do you mean it wouldn’t matter darling?” I Asked Sarah. “There’d just be someone even more cruel that before in the next cell. The bull dykes here all talk and share notes on their ho’s.”

    “Now Katie tell me what happened to you.”

      I told Sarah every detail of what happened and she listened intently. “You’re lucky Katie, they usually would just leave you together to work it out. They hate doing paper work.”

    “Paper work?” I asked. “Of course silly, they always have to do paper work when they move someone to another cell.” Said Sarah.

     “Oh my god.” I said in a low scared voice. A cold chill running up my spine.

“What’s wrong Katie?”  Sarah asked in a hushed whisper.

     “You said paperwork.”

     “Yes paper work darling. What about it? That’s mainly what the CO’s do here when they’re not watching us.”Sarah said. Her eyes watering

     I told her how officer Fellows said she was moving me because she hated doing paper work.

   Sara’s face turned ashen. “Oh no. Oh fuck, Fellows said that Katie? You’ve gotta be kidding.” Fellows has been busted once already for brutality. And that was because she nearly killed a woman. She’s also the biggest sexual predator in here. Even worse than the male guards from what I hear.”

     “You’ve got to be shitting me?” I said. “No Katie I’m not. I’ve heard rumors from several that claim to know that Fellows makes women perform sexual favors. But that she’s twisted ya know?”

     “What do you mean ‘twisted’ sweetie?” I asked, my nerves on the ragged edge.

     “That she likes to be real rough with her humps.” Sarah said eerily.

The whistle was blown to empty the chow hall and Sarah held my hand even tighter. “Katie I’ll pray for you sweetie.”

   “You worry too much my darling. We have each other and we’ll help each other figure out what’s what okay Sarah?”

     She nodded as we stood and held my arm as I started to walk away. “Yes sweetie, what is it?” I asked.]

     Sarah didn’t say I word, but wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately on the lips. I didn’t try to pull away and returned her kiss. There were tears in her eyes as she disappeared into the crowd.

     The duty desk was toward the rear of the wing and I started the walk to find CO Fellows. I had to pass thru a security corridor to get there.

      Once at the checkpoint I was stopped by a male CO and asked where I was going. “Officer Fellows told me to see her at the duty desk after chow.” He looked me over curiously. “What’s your name convict?” “Katie Upis Officer.” I said

    “Okay Upis get a move on its right at the end of the hall on the left.” I muttered thanks and walked apprehensively to the duty desk.

     There was an older woman CO I’d never saw before. “What do ya need?” She said without even looking up.

    “I was told to meet officer Fellows here after chow.”I said.

     “Name?”  She said. Still focusing on her paper work. “Upis ma’am, Katie.”

    The old CO took the walkie talkie off her desk and spoke into it. There was a garbled reply that I couldn’t make out.

     “Okay Upis, come on in and take a seat. Fellows is off duty but should be here in a few minutes.” I walked in and took a seat on the wooden bench and waited. I didn’t have long to wait.

      A few minutes later Fellows walked in and came straight to me. “Okay Upis, on your feet and turn around. Hands behind your back” She said.

      I stood up and turned around as Fellows started putting cuffs on my wrists. “Hey what the hell are you doing? I didn’t do anything wrong.” She didn’t say a word. But the older woman was up in seconds and holding my arms behind me in a vise like grip.

     “Come on Upis lets go.” Said Fellows. “Go? Go where? You told me I was going to a new cell.”

    “You are Upis come with me.” She said leading me out of the duty desk room and down an unfamiliar hall. A sign up ahead said AD SEG.

     We stopped at an unmarked door and Fellows opened it with her cop skeleton key and pushed me into the dark room.

     She flipped on the light and opened another door that led to a stare case going down. She closed the first door and turned off the light and prodded me to start down the stairs. It was dark and I was scared shitless. She was behind me and flipped on the lights in the stair well and closed the second door behind me.

    “Where are you talking me Officer Fellows? I said in a shaky voice. “Call me mama.” She said in a low voice. “I’m off duty now Upis. Now get your fucking little tight ass down those stairs.”

      The stairs ended a couple stories down at yet another heavy locked door that Fellows opened. I took one step inside the dark room and Fellows turned off the lights in the stairwell.

     When she turned on the lights, I saw we were in a service room. Probably plumbing or something like that. There were pipes overhead and boiler looking things along the walls. The concrete floor was wet and it was cold down here.

     She placed her hand on my shoulder and turned me away from her and started to remove my handcuffs.

    “What are we doing down here?” I said. My voice trembling. “Oh I think you know Upis. Now strip.”

     “Strip? What the fuck are you talking about? You were supposed to show me to my new cell.”

     “This is your new cell for the next few hours Upis now I’m not gonna tell you again. STRIP.”

     “But they’ll know I’m not where I’m supposed to be.” I protested. “Upis as far as anyone who check will see. And I guarantee no one will check. You are spending the night in the hole for fighting with Salizar.”

   Fellows back handed me so hard across the face I crumpled to her feet. She removed her heavy utility belt and dropped it to the floor.

    It was pointless to resist. I unzipped my moo moo and slipped out of it still on the floor but sitting up. Fellow’s laughter was haunting when she saw me in my too tight panties and nippleless bra.

    “Dam Upis, you sure got some nice undies there sweetie. I especially like the cut out nipples.”

     She motioned with her fingers at them and I stripped them off and stood before her stark naked. I saw her eyes probing me and her evil smile as she wagged her finger to come her way.

    “Please officer Fellows don’t hurt me anymore I beg you.” I was in a lose lose situation and knew it. She knew it too obviously because her demeanor suddenly changed. Her expression and voice went to one of understanding, even empathy.

      “Katie isn’t it?” She said softly. “Yes Officer Fellows it is. I said. “Call me mama from now on Katie. But only when we are totally alone. Got it?”

  “Yes mama.” I said scared shitless. 

    “Upis. I’m sorry, Katie, I’m no monster sweetie. Truly. But I have to deal with monsters on a daily basis. You understand?

    “Yes mama I understand.”

     “Now come over here and undress me little one.” She said almost meekly.

     I walked to her naked and started to unbutton her shirt. Once done I pulled it out of her pants and peeled it away from her. She helped by moving her arms. I saw that she wore a lacey sheer pink bra.

      A fucking pink bra I thought to my self. What a joke. If she were a guy she’d be a faggot for sure. I unsnapped her pants and unzipped them and she let them fall to the floor stepping out of them. She was wearing sheer panties the same color as her bra. I could tell her pussy was shaved smooth.

     There she stood. The mighty Officer Fellows. Clad only in pink panties and bra. She was far from an unattractive woman.  At around 5’ 10’ 160. She was actually very well proportioned with big firm tits and long unblemished legs.

     When she reached behind her head and removed her scrunchie. Her long pretty auburn hair tumbled free down to her mid back.  She shook her hair out and smiled at me

    “So far so good Katie now finish undressing me little one.” “Yes mama.” I replied walking behind her. I unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor. Her back was as smooth and nice as the rest of her.

     Until now it was impossible for me to view Fellows as feminine by any stretch of the imagination.

    As I pulled her panties down she stepped out of them. When I stood she pressed hand cuffs to my wrist and snapped it shut.

    I pulled away and backed up a few steps and looked at her. “What the fuck’s this for Fellows?”

     “Mama.” She replied advancing toward me. With us both standing there butt naked in the subterranean room she reached down and cuffed my other hand in front of me. She reached over to the only chair and pulled out a short leash looking thing. It was a five foot long heavy cord the CO’s used to hog tie unruly inmates.

     She fastened it to the middle of the cuffs chain and threw the end over a pipe over my head and pulled it tight till I was on my tip toes.

    “Please mama, what’s this for?” I asked now more scared than ever. “You know I’ll do anything you want mama.”

     “Oh I know you will my love.” She said coldly as she walked over into the corner of the tiny room. When Fellows returned she was carrying a police baton with the sideways handle and a slender long riding crop.

     As Fellows stood before me with the two items I stared at them in terror. “What are those for mama?” She didn’t say a word but dropped the heavy wooden baton on the floor. The hard wood making a loud echo as it bounced of the concrete floor. She still held the long slender crop in her hand and suddenly swished it thru the cold air making it whistle. She did this several more times before speaking in a low voice.

     “Ya know Katie you’re going to be here a long long time.” She said pacing in front of me. Still swishing the whip. I didn’t say anything but nodded solemnly. “And I’m going to be here a long time Upis.

      Do you remember telling me once that you’re not a lesbian?”

     “Yes mama, that’s right. I’m not a lesbian.” “Uh huh.” She intoned pacing back the other way.

    “It took a shit load of guts to beat Salazar like that.” Again I remained silent. “We usually wouldn’t bother to separate bitches like you two. We let them work it out.” She turned and looked at me coldly. “You do know Salazar has vowed to kill you don’t you Upis?”

     “No mama, I didn’t know that. But why did you offer to move me then?” I asked. My arms were really starting to ache.

    “Oh it was no offer Upis. I am going to move you. You’re going to be in with some new inductees that are pretty much harmless. The only thing is Katie….”   She stopped mid sentence and swished the whip again.

     “The only thing mama? I asked as she raised the whip.

     “The only thing Katie is that you’re going to have to earn it.” And with that she swung the whip and sent it whistling into my lower right side. I screamed and jumped. For an instant both my feet came off the ground. My entire weight being bore by the steel cuffs.

     She swung the whip onto my tits in rapid succession three times. “Please stop mama” I wailed. She walked behind me and sent the whip slashing onto my ass and lower back.  I screamed in agony like a wounded animal as she swung the whip in a figure eight. Each blow sharper than the last. At some point during the severe whipping I passed out.

     I awoke on the floor in a fetal position. Fellows had removed my cuffs and was sitting right next to me naked on the wooden chair. She had her left foot propped up on a nearby pipe her knee straight up.

      As I sat up I saw that she was fingering her shaved pussy and looking at me.  The wooden baton was lying on her right thigh. When she picked it up I thought she was going to strike me with it. I cowered and sobbed.

      I entertained the idea of tackling her and…. And what? Beat her to fucking death and oh by the way add a life sentence for murder to my problems? No. She held all the cards and we both knew it.

     For some reason the word pride went thru my mind over and over again. Pride meant nothing now. Maybe it never would again

     She picked up the baton by the long end and held the handle behind my neck and gently pulled. This caused me to scoot forward on my knees. I was six inches from her pussy. I knew what I had to do.

       Without a seconds hesitation I crawled the last few inches and buried my face in another woman’s pussy voluntarily for the very first time. I didn’t know really what to do but started licking the inside of it up and down. Fellow reached down and spread her labia lips and I started to lick faster. She immediately started to moan.

     Lightly she put her hand thru my hair and guided me to her clitoris. Pressing the back of my head to it. I started to lick it in small circles. She moaned even louder than before.

     “That’s a good girl Katie; show mama how much you love her.”

      I nibbled on her woman cock with my teeth a bit and that’s when I felt the sudden flood of her passion wetting my face and dripping down my chest. Fellows let out a loud squeal as she came all over me.

    She released the grip on my hair and put a single finger under my chin. “Come up here and kiss your mama.” Said Fellows in a weird sexy voice. I stood over her and leaned down and let my lips find hers.  She kissed my deeply and pressed her warm tongue deep into my mouth.

    She continued kissing me passionately as she maneuvered me over her right leg. I felt the handle of the baton being pressed slowly but expertly into my pussy. I remember being totally surprises how wet I was as the handle slid in easily. 

     She pulled me closer until we were face to face and started to rock her leg up and down. She was nibbling my lower lip and twiddling my clit with her other hand. The look of passion on Fellows face was incongruous to her gruff exterior. I must confess that I too was caught up in the moment.

   I soon came intensely bouncing on the baton handle. Fellow’s mouth locked to mine as she stroked my nipples and occasionally pinched one.

    “Get up.” She said in a whisper. Which I did. She motioned to the chair and I sat   down. “Put your foot up on the pipe Katie.”

     The mighty Officer Fellows got on her knees and started to lick my pussy like a pro. I was already highly excited and soaking wet from before and I was soon cumming a second then a third time.

    When she started to lick my ass I thought it real creepy but was soon enjoying that too. She slid a finger in my virgin asshole and then a second. Working them in and out slowly as she ate my pussy even more aggressively than before. When she twisted her fingers back and forth in my ass I came so hard I fell off the chair and landed on top of her.

    We looked into each other eyes and laughed heartily. For a moment in time we were neither prison guard nor inmate. We just smiled and held each other close and kissed.

   Maybe this was the way it was to be. Now at least I had an ally. We made love again there on the cold concrete floor. 

     Fellows stayed true to her word and moved me to a cell with sorta regular women who were no threat to me. About once every two weeks she arranged our return to that dank underground room.

    Hope is a funny thing. After a while it’s neither a good nor a bad thing. It simply is. So it goes.

     They say nothing lasts forever and maybe they’re right.

     The days turned slowly to weeks. The weeks to months. Time running into the abyss of a barely sustainable hopefulness. Tomorrow fading into the hopelessness of a future over before begun.

     The endless din of hundreds of tormented and lost souls becomes merely an   annoyance. Screams in the darkness of mind. Not a dream. 

     Every one here has a story of woe and sorrow. 

    Nothing matters but day to day, minute to minute survival.

    We hope and we pray. And in turn are preyed upon. We endure. Our deeds alone the testament of shattered ruined lives. 

    We will most likely survive another day. I pray that one day all will know the peace and love and harmony the universe intended for us as our due.

   At least I hope so. Time will tell…Maybe

                                                               

                                                       THE END