Authors Note: Okay, this story is an alternate universe angst!fic. It follows the show for the most part, except where Thirteen and Amber are concerned - you'll see when you start to read. It's disturbing and will have graphic scenes (rape, violence, sex, etc) so be warned! It's going to be a Cadley fic, but not a fluffy romantic piece.
Chapter 1
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley lit her second cigarette of the day. The air was muggy and hot; her black wife beater clung uncomfortably to her well toned chest. The young woman was twenty six and had been at the maximum security woman's prison since the day she turned 18. Her three year stint at a juvenile detention center before that had done well preparing her for what would be the rest of her life behind bars. She was a "lifer": an inmate sentenced to life with no chance of parole. The majority of women at Mayfield were lifers, but Thirteen was unique; the "top dog" as some would call her, she feared no one and whatever she wanted, she found a way to get.
"You know what today is." Thirteen took a drag of her cigarette and turned to look at her current cellmate: Amber Volakis. The blonde was shifting from one hip to the other; she'd run out of smokes the day before. Like Thirteen, she was also a lifer. Sometimes referred to as "Cutthroat Bitch", she enjoyed her status as the younger woman's right hand. While Thirteen inspired fear in the vast majority of prisoners, she rarely got her own hands dirty keeping this image. Amber was smart and a good fighter; if something needed taking care of, Thirteen knew the girl would step up without even being asked.
"Christmas Day." Thirteen blew a plume of smoke at Amber knowing full well her need. "It's fucking gift unwrapping time." The corner of her lip curled in a grin. She handed the remainder of her cigarette to Amber and headed across the dusty courtyard to the tall chain link fence. A crowd was already present but she needant had to clear her throat but once before a space had been made for her up front. Amber was pulling on the cigarette greedily as she stepped up behind her girl. Not only were they cellmates and "business partners", they were also lovers.
A blue painted school bus with chicken wire and bars across the windows had just pulled up at the gates to the prison's main entrance. It was a processing day; one of the few times a year that Mayfield took in new inmates. With less than a handful up for parole, and even less ever acheiving it, there was rarely an empty bed. Before Amber was moved into her cell, Thirteen had gone through seven previous cellmates. Four performed "favors" for the guards and were granted a move, two had had the bad idea to pick a fight and were sent to the hospital wing and then a new cell, and one, Ambers predicessor, had hung themselves in the middle of the night with a pillowcase.
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Allison Cameron watched through the guarded windows the vulgar and violent gestures being made by the inmates waiting at the fence. She was one of three women who were newly sentenced to Mayfield, but unlike her busmates, she had never suffered a detention in high school let alone previous jail time. The events of the past two months were a blur; her arrest, trial and conviction had passed in the blink of an eye. She had foolishly allowed her strained moral compass convince her that the right thing to do was to confess her crime and accept her fate. After all, what was done was done and could never be taken back. She could never go back to being the person she was before Dibala's death; before she had willingly murdured her genocidal war-mongering patient.
The bus stopped just inside the gates. "Arms out." One of the three transportation guards assigned to her 'shipment' ordered, the keys to the girls handcuffs dangling in his hand. Obediently and without pause she raised her wrists, tugging on the chain looped through her arms and secured to the back of the seat before her. "Don't do anything you'll regret later." He hadn't needed to threaten her; she had enough regret to last a hundred life sentences. The man unsnapped one handcuff, unlooped the chain and then reattached it around her wrist. "Legs." She moved her cuffed feet as far as she could towards the isle so he could release her completely from her seat. "Let's go." A flurry of movement and she was suddenly being lead out of the bus by her upper arm.
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Thirteen studied the three women that had exited the bus. The first two didn't interest her; they looked like 95% of the other inmates, like they belonged there. The third woman, a blonde, intrigued her. "A regular fucking Bambi." Amber spoke up beside her, also watching this new inmate. "I give her two hours." Her cigarette had burned to the filter and she let it fall to the dirt.
"Till what?" Thirteen turned to her lover and pulled at the fabric still sticking to her chest in discomfort. She was more eager than normal for a shower; the mornings labor plus the humidity leaving her skin slick with sweat. "You're in her pants?" They weren't by any means exclusive when it came to sex or fucking, especially girls fresh to the slaughter house.
Amber snorted and turned from the fence since the new arrivals were now inside and out of sight. "She should be so lucky." In illustration she stepped so her chest was brushing against Thirteen's, and without regard to whoever might be watching, reached down and gripped the woman between the legs. The brunette was amused but gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away, placing it instead between the girls own legs. Being pleasured in the courtyard in front of the guards and other prisoners was not something she desired at the moment.
Amber stayed pressed up against the other girl and began to rub herself through her jeans. "If the screws don't get to her first." The "screws" were the prison guards, or more specifically the dozen or so that had no business being around women, let alone women that were for all intents and purposes caged. They targetted the younger, inexperienced girls. Some got their jollies fooling these "freshies" into beleiving they would watch out for them in return for sexual favors while others simply took what they wanted, when and where they wanted it.
Thirteen had no doubt that this Bambi would set off every sadistic man's radar and Amber's estimation of two hours seemed about right. If it took an hour and fifty five minutes to completely process in, then five minutes was long enough for her to be dragged off to some shadowed and off camera corner of the prison. The brunette thought back to her own first few hours at Mayfield; she had sent one screw to the hospital wing with a broken jaw and another with teeth marks in an area teeth shouldn't be biting down on. The screws had left her alone immediately following and thus had managed to gain notoriaty among the prisoners, establishing the foundation that would lead to her current position as "top dog".
"Mmmm, this is no fun alone." Amber pulled her hand from between her thighs and wrapped it around Thirteens lower back, grasping her ass and giving it a squeeze. "I wanna fuck." She pressed her lips to her partners neck and sucked her skin into her mouth so she could bite down teasingly on it. Mid-morning rec was almost over and they would be given a half hour to shower, relax or do whatever they wanted before being put back in their cells for noontime lockup. Thirteen intended on using her time to actually shower, though had begun to entertain the prospect of letting the girl please her while she was doing so.
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Cameron held tightly to the fabric of her sleeves, her arms crossed protectively over her chest as she was led out of the warden's office by the same guard that had escorted her off the bus. Despite her insistance that she was not a drug user, she had just endured a full body cavity search. Half a dozen guards and the wings doctor had been present and she wanted nothing more than to be put in her new cell and left alone. "This way." The guard aimed them down a side hallway, away from the main gate into the inmate block. Cameron walked behind the man apprensively, the sounds of her future home growing fainter as they turned another corner and reached a dead end.
"Inside." He didn't wait for her to comply, instead pulling her into the room with him and shutting the door behind them. Cameron felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise as she glanced around the deserted room. She wasn't naive; she understood exactly what was about to happen but the orders for her to get to her knees seemed to lock up all her muscles and she could only stare at the guard in horror. "I said, get on your knees cunt!" Suddenly his hand came out and slapped her hard across the cheek, sending her sprawling to the dusty, wooden floor. Moments later he was on top of her, his muscular body easily pinning her as he used his hands to tug at her standard issue orange pants.
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Authors Note: Drastic place to leave it, I know, but I am testing the waters with this.. Depending on what type of reviews I get etc.