at the lopsided assault on the new girls.
The girls didn’t even hear the alarm go off as they continued fighting as if their lives depended on it. The police came busting through the crowd and broke up the melee. Bloodied and battered, none of the four girls gave the police an easy way to go as they cursed and struggled all the way out of the house and into solitary confinement for the next thirty days. The girls adrenaline-filled bodies smiled wickedly all the way to the hole, because they knew they’d won a small victory. They’d all fought back valiantly and violently despite being outnumbered five to one. They knew that the other inmates would think twice before they tried putting their hands on one of them again.
**********
When the girls finally got out of solitary confinement, they were welcomed back into the house with evil stares or light nods. At that point, they were either hated or respected. That suited the girls just fine, because above all, at least everyone now knew that they would not be easy prey. The entire house also knew, most importantly, that if you fucked with one of them, you had to fuck with all of them. Over the next few days, the girls kept to themselves. They ate together, showered together, and walked the yard together. None of them wanted to be caught out there alone if anything would have jumped off. They knew that it would only be a matter of time before they were tested again, but they never expected it to go down so soon and by whom.
Corrections officers had three tours, morning, evenings, and overnight shifts. They had four officers on each tour. Two in the bubble, which was inside the control room, and two who actually walked the dorms. Most of the officers were there to do their jobs and go home, but you always had the ones who took their job too seriously or loved it too much. The others tried to get everything they could out of it by taking advantage of the weak. The latter would be Officer Clooney and Officer Landry, who worked the graveyard shift.
Officer Clooney was third generation, uneducated poor white trash, and the entire prison hated him because he showed no mercy or respect for inmates. His tall, wiry body and short, close-cropped dark hair made him look like the local rednecks who’d settled in the area since the prison was built in 1918. Without these state jobs, and the business that it brought to the area, Officer Clooney would have definitely been an inmate in some other prison in New York State long ago.
Officer Landry was female and gay, and she definitely fit in the category of loving her job a little too much. She was a butch woman who favored a man in every sense, down to prickly hairs that sprouted from her chin and upper lip.
These rogue guards ran everything from drugs to prostitution and loved to take advantage of all the new girls, especially the young ones. The new arrivals—Vonda, Jessica, Tiny, and Lynn—definitely fit the bill. When Clooney and Landry landed the job together over eight years ago, they were in pussy heaven and quickly learned they had something in common and personally requested floor duties, which required them to personally escort and watch the girls take showers. It would be only a matter of time before they would take the liberty and taste the product sooner than later. They were also the biggest supplier of drugs inside the Jungle, and had handpicked workers—all inmates—to sell it for them. Together, Officer Clooney and Officer Landry wreaked havoc for years by raping, extorting, or anything else inhumane or against their oath, as they walked the floors of the dorm.
It was 6AM, and the girls stood in the chow line for breakfast. Clooney and Landry had breakfast duties, monitoring the movement of the inmates.
Landry walked over to Clooney and gestured in the new girls’ direction as they stood on the line holding their trays. She whispered, “Look what we got over there.” Landry leered over in their direction and
The girls didn’t even hear the alarm go off as they continued fighting as if their lives depended on it. The police came busting through the crowd and broke up the melee. Bloodied and battered, none of the four girls gave the police an easy way to go as they cursed and struggled all the way out of the house and into solitary confinement for the next thirty days. The girls adrenaline-filled bodies smiled wickedly all the way to the hole, because they knew they’d won a small victory. They’d all fought back valiantly and violently despite being outnumbered five to one. They knew that the other inmates would think twice before they tried putting their hands on one of them again.
**********
When the girls finally got out of solitary confinement, they were welcomed back into the house with evil stares or light nods. At that point, they were either hated or respected. That suited the girls just fine, because above all, at least everyone now knew that they would not be easy prey. The entire house also knew, most importantly, that if you fucked with one of them, you had to fuck with all of them. Over the next few days, the girls kept to themselves. They ate together, showered together, and walked the yard together. None of them wanted to be caught out there alone if anything would have jumped off. They knew that it would only be a matter of time before they were tested again, but they never expected it to go down so soon and by whom.
Corrections officers had three tours, morning, evenings, and overnight shifts. They had four officers on each tour. Two in the bubble, which was inside the control room, and two who actually walked the dorms. Most of the officers were there to do their jobs and go home, but you always had the ones who took their job too seriously or loved it too much. The others tried to get everything they could out of it by taking advantage of the weak. The latter would be Officer Clooney and Officer Landry, who worked the graveyard shift.
Officer Clooney was third generation, uneducated poor white trash, and the entire prison hated him because he showed no mercy or respect for inmates. His tall, wiry body and short, close-cropped dark hair made him look like the local rednecks who’d settled in the area since the prison was built in 1918. Without these state jobs, and the business that it brought to the area, Officer Clooney would have definitely been an inmate in some other prison in New York State long ago.
Officer Landry was female and gay, and she definitely fit in the category of loving her job a little too much. She was a butch woman who favored a man in every sense, down to prickly hairs that sprouted from her chin and upper lip.
These rogue guards ran everything from drugs to prostitution and loved to take advantage of all the new girls, especially the young ones. The new arrivals—Vonda, Jessica, Tiny, and Lynn—definitely fit the bill. When Clooney and Landry landed the job together over eight years ago, they were in pussy heaven and quickly learned they had something in common and personally requested floor duties, which required them to personally escort and watch the girls take showers. It would be only a matter of time before they would take the liberty and taste the product sooner than later. They were also the biggest supplier of drugs inside the Jungle, and had handpicked workers—all inmates—to sell it for them. Together, Officer Clooney and Officer Landry wreaked havoc for years by raping, extorting, or anything else inhumane or against their oath, as they walked the floors of the dorm.
It was 6AM, and the girls stood in the chow line for breakfast. Clooney and Landry had breakfast duties, monitoring the movement of the inmates.
Landry walked over to Clooney and gestured in the new girls’ direction as they stood on the line holding their trays. She whispered, “Look what we got over there.” Landry leered over in their direction and
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