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 Female x Female  BDSM  Dark/Violent Cellmates [Chrystal Dark & Corrupted Quartz]

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Chrystal Dark, Jul 13, 2019 at 6:52 PM.

  1. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    @Corrupted Quartz

    [​IMG] They say the first five years are the longest. Katherine Lensky could testify to the fact that wasn't true. The first five years were as long as the second five and they were as long as the third five... and so one. The final six months.... they were the longest. Knowing that her twenty five year term inside this Correctional Facility was all but over, that if she was sensible, didn't let anyone (else) provoke her into killing them, and did her job, that she would be back out on the streets in less than a year.... Then six months, and now... now it was down to ninety nine days.

    Lensky had privilege and position in this prison. She more or less ran the commissary, with a fist of steel. She had her replacement picked out and trained. The three smuggling rings (two inmate-run, one guard-run) that used the commisary's deliveries as their pipelines all paid her tribute. Lensky was tough. She was inside because an armed robbery had gone slightly wrong, and she'd been forced to shoot a guard, then shoot a cop on her way out. Her accomplices hadn't faired much better, one she had murdered in cold blood, although he was already dying from multiple wounds inflicted by the cops. The other had suffered an unfortunate accident while they were both in the same prison about six months after she was caught.

    Twenty five years for armed robbery and second degree murder. The guilty plea she entered had kept her out of the chair, taken murder-one off the table along with the death penalty. And had given her something to look forward to. Because the police never recovered the stolen diamonds! Lensky had no real idea how many she'd stolen, but it was a lot. Almost certainly worth a cool million on the black market even then. Now? She was looking forward to her retirement.

    It was six o'clock, she had closed up the commissary and was being escorted back to her cell to wash up, clean it, and get ready for dinner, the highlight of the day. She'd managed to keep her cell a one-person place for the past month, but she had a feeling that wasn't going to last when they were putting third bunks into some of the other cells. So she wasn't too surprised to see Mrs Kravinsky, not her favourite PO but at least one of the manageable ones, standing outside the cell with a kid.

    "Evening Mrs Krav. Who's this? New shave tail on a first offence?" She grinned, or more accurately, leered, at the new arrival.

    Kravinsky rolled her eyes. "Watch your mouth, Lensky. Kid's moving in with you. Show her the ropes, keep her alive, she gets out just before you do. Do this right, don't fuck it up, and maybe you'll get out when you expect!"
     
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  2. Corrupted Quartz

    Corrupted Quartz Well-Known Member Member

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    “You’ve been found guilty on one count of assault. You’ll be sentenced to three months
    at a correctional facility..” the voice faded off into the back ground as everything around her started to move quickly. The gavel slammed down on the small wooden striking block as an officer took hold of her cuffs, slowly she was lead away through the doors on the right. From that point on she was moved from one room to the next, from car to bus and from bus into a building she would be calling home for the next three months.

    Her name was Jaydan she was just barely twenty years old and had been charged with assault, she had pled guilty in the hopes of getting a lighter sentence, it was her first offense. At least the first offense they had caught her on. She’d been running with the wrong group for years, dropping out of school at a young age running away from her foster homes. Jaydan had learned that the only person who cared about her was her. When she’d joined the small gang she became a runner. Delivering goods to and from locations, she never asked what she was moving she just did it, she never went to the same place twice. The drop location always changed and so did the pick up. It was never a problem, until someone refused to pay, then she was forced to act. Cops were called, both of them were caught and the never ending story of the government’s court system.

    Jaydan sighed as she ran her hands through her short black hair, her bright green eyes filled with fear and worry. She was not happy about going to jail, she was completely freaked about being in jail. She had watched several shows, read books and even watched long drawn out documentaries to get an idea. She knew she just had to keep her head down and keep to herself as long as she behaved and didn’t piss off the wrong person shed6be home free.

    “Hey! Get up, time to get you processed" a bulky woman snapped as she hit the bars with her baton. Jaydan jerked from the noise as she was pulled from her thoughts, swallowing the lump in her throat as she got up from her seat and followed the woman out into a much smaller room with no windows, forced to strip away all of her clothes, do go over a rather basic body search. Dressed in a baggy jump suit and a bag of supplies thrust into her hands she followed another corrections officer through the prison, an alarm blaring in her ears. An suddenly her quiet world filled with sounds, hundreds of voices calling out the correct officers name, whistling at he as Jaydan was lead through the area.

    Watch tykes has to be followed, breaking a rule results in a strike, get to many strikes you will start to lose privileges, keep getting strikes you will be taken to the warden. Going to the warden means time will be added to your sentence. Do you understand?” All she received was a quick nod in response “Good, Krav she’s all yours. I’m going to get the rest of the girls settled in tonight"

    “Alright, let’s get you set up newbie. You’re bunking with one of our older girls. Do what she tells yea and you’ll make it out alive" it was the last bit of advice she got before she found herself standing out a small cell, looking at a much older woman, Jaydan could feel every muscle in her body going tense as she cleared her throat “Swift, Jaydan Swift. “ she muttered as she held out her hand , not sure how to really react.
     
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  3. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    Lensky snorted. Ignored the hand the kid was holding out. Ignored the kid completely. "Seriously? You want me to babysit? How long's the shave tail in for?" The older woman's eyes had a dangerous glint in them.

    "Like I said, Inmate, she gets out just before you do." Kravinsky stood her ground, and glared back. "So yes, you get to babysit for three months. Behave yourself and maybe we won't count up all the shots you've earned and tack on a couple extra years."

    Lensky paused, thought for a moment and chose to laugh. "Ha ha, very funny, Ma'am. Good joke." She broke the eye contact, relieving the sudden tension that had the CO's hand on her night stick and inmates nearby taking a step away. Kravinsky relaxed, and Lensky turned to look the kid up and down. "Skinny brat. Come on, let's get you sorted. Top bunk is mine, bottom bunk we share." She leered at the kid again, then glanced back at the CO who had coughed. "I mean, like I need to put a foot on your bunk to get up to mine, and I might want to sit on your bunk... Anyway, they're serving dinner in a bit. Put your stuff in the locker there. You can make your bed later."

    Of course the word "locker" was a misnomer, as there was no lock on it, actually it was just a cupboard. "You help keep this cell clean, you keep it tidy. You earn me a shot I'll make sure you do a lot more than three months!" She stood and watched as the kid did as instructed then led her out, along the cell lined corridor with people heading the same way, out into an open area with tables and chairs and a big TV screen at one end. The other was a row of serving hatches with metal roller-shutters currently closing each one. Lensky grabbed a food tray from the stack on a table by the door and marched to the front of where a line was forming, cutting in behind a woman of about 30 who was covered with tattoos. They nodded to each other, and the shutters rattled up as the kitchen staff opened them for dinner service.

    The food was edible and supposedly nutritious, that's all you could say for it. Something brown and lumpy dumped into one depression on the tray, something white and gloopy in another, and something stodgy, yellow and rectangular and covered in yellow gloop in a third, a plastic cup placed in the small round depression that you filled from either a hot water or cold water dispenser and had the option of adding a pouch of instant coffee, a tea bag, a single packet of sugar, and a packet of powdered milk to, or just having plane water. Beyond the drinks were the plastic knives, forks and spoons.

    Lensky made her way to her usual table. The tables were bolted to the floor and the chairs were made of plastic, the idea being that throwing one wouldn't do much damage. She sat and began eating. Food was food and the snacks and junk available in the commissary would fill you up, give you an energy boost, but would ultimately do you absolutely no good what so ever. The food was hot and edible and tasted like... Well, she'd never eaten dog food, but it was pretty much how she imagined it would taste.

    She ate, clearing her plate. Food was food!
     
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  4. Corrupted Quartz

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    Jaydan sighed as she dropped her hand to her side, taking a deep breath as she bit her tongue. This was an entirely new world to her, she was use to having some respect behind her. But the title shaved tail let her know exactly where she was standing. The bottom of the pile, an it seemed she was being stuck with one of the older dogs of the prison. When her new cell mate called her, well insulted her. She went into the cell, dropping her bag on the bed and shoving her personal stuff into her locker, well what was being called a locker.

    She followed behind the older woman through the maze of halls, she stayed a few feet behind with her hands in her pockets. She could already hear the whispers, comments about the new meat. The term shaved tail slipping between several women, her jaw clenched as she felt her stomach turning and twisting in knots. She took a tray and made her way to the end of the line, even as her cell mate made her way to the front. So she was with one of the top dogs, she was with the top dog. Every time the line started to move Jaydan found herself pushed back, people walking in front of her. Her grip on her tray tightening as she tried to keep her cool.

    Even though she wasn’t hungry she was pissed that she meant nothing, was nothing to these people. When she finally got her food and made her way to each table she was shunned, snapped at or rejected. Soon she was in the far corner, sitting with some of the oldest women in the jail, women who barely knew their own names or could tell where they were. She toyed with her food though, pushing it around her plate as she tried to process everything.

    When people started clearing out of the lunch room Jaydan moved quick, bussing her tray and making her way back to her cell, sitting down in her bunk she ran her hand through her hair. Taking a deep breath she sigh, she just had to keep to herself and stay silent. The only downside of this was being with the top dogs, if this woman was anything like her gang boss she was screwed.
     

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