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Garian walked his route through the prison, which started from the rec room and headed towards Cell Block A. He would then make a small detour through the Court Yards before heading back to the Rec Room. During his time at the Prison, he'd had to bash some heads in, stop riots and fights, rape some women so that they'd know their place and accepted bribes here and there when it came to stuff such as cigarettes and alcohol, he'd let them have weapons and drugs to at times, just so he'd have an excuse to beat them.

Blushing furiously, Rachel balanced a tray upon her breasts as she carried it to a table that seated 4 people, one of them is her mistress. Speaking in a timid voice, Rachel said. "Here is your food mistress."

Ashley wakes up from her deep slumber she had. She looks around and sighs heavily before standing up and splashing some cold water on her face in the sink. She hated being in prison again. She especially hated the guards and other prisoners. ''Bastards.'' She mumbles to herself before taking out the shiv she has under her pillow and sharpening it.

Stella looks at the clock and then through the fence at the prisoners making sure they didn't do anything stupid to get themselves hurt. She looks at her nails every now and then

The woman stood before Rachel, her body poised to lash out at any minute, her form reminding Rachel of a snake coiled up and ready to strike. She took the tray from her prison-bitch dismissively, before placing it firmly in front of her, both tattooed arms slamming down to the table. She took her seat, her presence still powerful though her stature diminished. She was her senior, her age reaching into the late thirties. Her arms were slim, yet well tones and oddly muscular, their dark skin covered in tattoos from shoulder to wrist, dragons, skulls, bloody tears, and the like, each a different badge of honor among the under-world in which she served. She took the time for her boss, her money and influence growing as a result of it both within and without the prison. It is how she secured herself such a prison bitch in the first place, her slave ready to please her at any moment time. "I am so sick of this god damn slop. Why do they have to feed us fried shit all the time, it makes me have to work out!" she shouted. "At this rate I am going to leave either a fat fuck or a muscular butch lesbian" she shouted, chuckled emanating from around the dining hall. She picked up her feet, throwing her beaten steel tipped boots on the table, a slight of hand the prison guards let go through from her tithes of flesh she whored out. Not hers of course, that is why she was the boss.

Rachel trembled at her mistress form. Wheter it was from fear or desire Rachel couldn't tell. Gulping Rachel spoke. "May I go eat mistress?"

"I dunno, have you done all I asked you to do yet today?" she said, throwing her super long black hair behind her head with scarred hands. There were many benefits of being the top bitch in this steaming pile of shit of a prison, and she enjoyed many of them, all while hiding behind her expendable resources. She leaned further back in her orange prison suit, contemplating whether to let her bitch go.

Bowing her head in fear of being hit, Rachel stuttered. "I'm so sorry mistress, but I forgot what they were."

"Let's see" she thought to herself, thinking it deeply. "Did you begin to sell the contraband, arrange "fun-time" for the guards with our slaves, and take care of my cell?" she asked, tapping her boots onto the metal table of the jail.

Fear siezed Rachels heart. Her knees began to shake as Rachel fearfully replied. "No mistress."

"You dumb cunt, are you only good for that luke warm hole between your legs you call a pussy?" she said, slamming her feet on the table and rattling all the trays. She dragged her feet of the table, knocking trays, cuttlery, and drinks aside, before letting them fall to the floor with a great thud. She towered over her cowering slave, looking down her dark-skinned nose with eyes as black as coal. "It is a good damn thing you are good with that pussy, otherwise I would've shanked you a long time ago. Now stop calling me mistress and go eat, before I whore you out to the guards again" she said with a threat in her voice. "Unless you rather eat under my watchful eye."

Jessi sat in one of the hard chairs of the prison library reading a book quietly and glancing nervously around the quiet room. Few went in here and that`s why she liked it but she was still paranoid and didn`t like the way the men and even a few of the ladies looked at her. So she kept to herself and quickly absorbed herself back into her book.

Rachel trembled underneath the womans harsh gazed and fled to the food line and sat at an empty table that was quite a bit away from her mistress. (does she know that Rachel is a futa or no?)

"Excuse my little bitch, she is working on her pitiful manners. If it weren't for her, ..., special attributes, she would have been shanked long ago." she said. She grabbed one of her other followers food, substitution the food she knocked over with theirs, and began to dig in. She was a gruff personality, though she had to be, step out of line for one minute, and she would be killed from above, show any weakness, she would be killed by those she kept in line with fear. She continued to eat, in silence, contemplating the last few months of her sentence, she was going to miss this place.

Finishing her meal, Rachel looked around the cafeteria unsure of what to do. Standing up Rachel walked by her mistress table to head to their cell.

"O good grief" A big pile of paper work lay on the conference table. To think the best day is also the day that happens to require so much paper work. The Big Brass Balls Challenge, a day where once every month where participating prisoners would have to survive a remade version of dodge-ball. With all this paper work it made the day seem so bland, well until the game started that is. Maybe James could get the secretary to do it. "Hey miss secretary would be a dear an-" Seeing her conversing with the guard which one thing quickly led to another. "I'm just gonna take this to my office then." He says walking with the load of paper in his arms.

"Already back my slutty pet? What's wrong, why do you come back to me with your tail between your legs, or is that something else for me?" she said. For all her timidness and faults, she was a good fuck, and that rod between her leg wasn't entirely useless as a bargaining tool in this all female-prison. She stood up, done eating, and walked towards the quivering form of her fuck toy, before talking once more. "Why are you so afraid of me anyway, as long as I am your boss, you will be out of harm's way, well mostly" she laughed, her tongue as barbed as ever as she degraded the girl in the middle of the mess hall. "Well best we make it back to the cell" she said, beckoning to the girl with her hand.

Rachels cheeks flared red and embarresed Rachel looked around, hoping no one heard as her mistress dragged her away.

"Did you at least be a good slut and get the condoms?" she asked, dragging her towards their cell-block, the other prisoners shouting rude remarks at Rachel, one of the favorite bitches in all the prison, until Samantha had gone way out of her way to the make the woman her own. They reached their shit-hole cell, nothing but bare walls and a bunk-bed, one measly sink, and one toilet so stained and dirty it might as well have been a hole in the ground.