Authors Note: Wow, such awesome response for just one chapter! I apologize for the delay in updating - it's not that I don't have the ideas or the desire to write - I just don't have the time! Busy busy busy at work and not sure when it's going to slow down. I was able to leave early (read: on time) today hence my being able to get this chapter done.
Warning ahead though - there's some graphic content in here - yes rape and violence and foul language. It's not overly graphic like my other stories, but it's enough to probably make some of you squirm. And a reminder - this is an AU fic. Please don't tell me someone's acting OOC because yeah, they are ;)
And for those waiting eagerly for the start of book three of Family, I am going to try and get that started (and maybe finished) as soon as this is posted.
Chapter 2
Thirteen closed her eyes and let her head rest against the tile wall of the communal shower. Her back pressed into the wall kept her balanced as she shifted her thighs further apart. Amber was on her knees beneath her, her mouth and hand expertly working at her swollen sex. They had both finished actually showering ten minutes ago but when the small crowd of squeaky clean inmates cleared the room, they had stayed back. "You're taking forever." Amber pulled her head back long enough to grin up at her lover.
The brunette rolled her eyes and placed a hand into the other woman's hair, pressing her face back to her center. "That says more about your performance than-" Her insult died in her throat as the double doors to the shower room flew open and one of the new inmates was led in by a guard she had a personal grudge against. "Fuck..." She watched the Bambi with interest, avoiding eye contact with the screw.
"Hey, hey! None of that!" The guard released Cameron's arm and crossed the slick floor. Stopping behind Amber, he twisted his hand into her hair and yanked her head back and then up to her feet. "This ain't no whorehouse."
Amber didn't resist being pulled up, in fact, once on her feet she turned to the guard and pressed her naked and still damp body flush against his. "You sure about that?" She slid a hand down and groped the guard between the legs. "Come on Karl, let's have a fuck." She used her other hand to try and and untangle his from her hair. The guard was not amused and kneed the blonde painfully in the stomach, causing her to nearly double over; his hand still held firmly in her hair keeping her from falling.
"I wouldn't fuck you with a ten foot pole." The guard, Karl, sneared down at her. Amber placed both of her hands on his now, pulling more firmly in an effort to be released. She could hear Thirteen shutting their shower off and from the corner of her eye saw her head in the opposite direction towards the bench of towels. Not wanting to appear weak in front of her lover and the new inmate, she dug her nails into his wrist.
"What's the matter? Can't get it up again so soon? I hear they make pills for that." She retorted mockingly. As expected, Karl wasn't appreciative of her assessment and in a flash he had both hands on the side of her head, pushing it down at the same time as he brought his knee up. Her nose made a sickening crack on contact, blood vessels bursting, causing a deep red tide to cascade over her mouth and down her chin.
Amber let out a half groan, half laugh as she ran her fingers over her lips, tainting them. She knew he'd broken her nose; it wasn't the first time. "That all you got, hot shit?" She spat blood across at him, hitting him in the chest and staining his shirt. As quickly as he'd broken her nose, he sent his fist into her temple. This time he released his hand from her hair and let her topple to the hard tile floor. Once on the ground, Amber rolled onto her side just as his boot connected with her ribcage. She didn't cry out even as she felt a rib crack from the violent contact. Pain was a minor inconvenience to her; she'd stopped reacting to it before she'd hit double digits. "You're dissappointing me Karl." She wheezed, having a hard time expanding and contracting her chest as she lay in a slowly growing pool of blood.
Cameron had tossed herself against the nearest wall the moment the guard released her arm, sliding down it until she'd made contact with the floor. She didn't care that she'd placed herself in a still draining puddle, her orange pants soaking up the water like a sponge. Everything hurt. She hadn't struggled as the guard raped her; he would have won anyway. Despite this, he forced himself on her so roughly it felt like he had been struggling with her. Maybe he had expected her to fight; to kick and scream and beg. She probably should have fought; that's what innocent people do. Only she wasn't innocent.
The wetness seaping into her clothes began to bring her back around and it occured to her why the guard had brought her here afterwards. She was meant to shower and wash away all physical evidence of what he had done to her. She wished it were that easy to wash away what she had done to Dibala. The showerhead above her was off, but the one across the small communal shower room was still on and she realized that that was where the flow of water she was sitting in was coming from.
It may have been shock from the rape, but she hadn't even noticed the rooms two other occupants until one of them was now on the receiving end of the guard's rage. She swore she could hear the woman's nose break from where she was sitting as the man kneed her in the face and then knocked her to the ground in order to kick her. She was glad that she hadn't fought.
Thirteen wasn't interested in watching Amber play hackeysack to this guard. The blonde woman was strange when it came to the screws; she seemed to want their negetive attention. She was well aware of the woman's tolerance for pain, having experimented with this threshhold on many occassions herself. If it hadn't been Karl, she may have stayed to watch or even participate, but it was and she wanted to be well out of his reach both physically and verbally. Besides, she had a new toy to inspect.
"Did he fuck you?" The fact she was completely naked and still dripping water didn't even make it to her radar as she stood over the Bambi. She had no doubt that he did; the only reason he wouldn't have touched her first was if he'd been off work when she'd arrived. And Karl made sure that that was never the case on processing in days, a routine of sorts he'd had since before she herself had arrived. If it was pretty and female, chances were he'd be one of, if not the first to welcome them to Mayfield. He and another guard had welcomed her and she had broken his jaw.
Cameron watched uncomfortably as a young, naked, brunette walked across the slick floor towards where she was still sitting in a puddle. This woman was thin, but muscular and she guessed that she was a few inches taller than herself. Her lack of clothing left the tattoo's on her upper arms and down the left side of her body visible. The one on her side was the word 'Thirteen' spelt out in big, black letters. Unlike the two on her arms, which were of skulls and crosses and obviously done by a professional artist, the large horizontal piece looked like it could have very well been done with a sharp nail and the ink from a black ball point pen.
"Did he fuck you?" Cameron wasn't sure why the question shocked her, maybe it was the way in which the girl had asked. There was no concern or sympathy in her voice; it was as if she already knew and was just asking to be cruel. Whatever her reason, she nodded at her and waited to see what she would do.
Thirteen thought about this situation for a moment. Behind her she could hear Amber groaning and gasping from whatever onslaught Karl was using on her. His innattention to his prize was an opportunity she didn't think she could pass up and she held a hand down towards the woman. She could see the confusion and mistrust wash over the Bambi's face as her hand was inspected for a few seconds before being reached for. If the girl's instincts were to be wary of her, then she was an idiot for not following them.
As soon as she had the woman's hand, she pulled her up and almost completely to her feet. Instead of helping her all the way up though, she used her leverage and soon had the girl falling forward onto her stomach and chest with only one arm to break the fall.
Cameron let out a sharp gasp as she hit the tile floor hard, one arm bent painfully under her body while the other one was still held firmly in the brunette's grasp. Seconds later the girl's hands were gripping her, turning her from her stomach and onto her back. "What are-" She couldn't get the rest of her question out for the girl had knelt down on top of her, her thighs encasing her head while her hands pinned her arms to the floor.
This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Cameron repeated to herself as the woman began pushing and rubbing her already aroused sex over her mouth and face. This was a violation she had never imagined ever happening to her. She knew women could be as brutal as men and that they were capable of rape, she had just never put this fact into play in her current situation. The part of her that had grown to mistrust others, the part shaped by five years of working for House, had let her more easily come to terms with the possibility that a guard or some other male figure would take advantage of her. It didn't make it any less traumatic when it actually happened, but she had been able to tell herself it was just 'how it was'.
This wasn't supposed to be 'how it was'. She shouldn't be lying immobile on her back while another woman used her face as 'living texture' with which to masterbate on.
Thirteen was surprised the girl didn't put up a fight; even the youngest, most frail little freshers struggled the first few times. What had this Bambi done to cause her to submit so easily? She was certainly no masochist like Amber; she would have sensed that immediately. "Oh.. fuck.. yeah.." She groaned as she ground herself against the woman's tightly closed mouth. She had been further along than Amber estimated so the build up was hardly necessary and with another few thrusts she found herself hitting that peak and falling downward into ecstacy.
As the brunette slowly began to catch her breath she rubbed her readily flowing juices over as much of the girls face as she could reach, marking her territory like an animal. Karl had gotten to her first, but she was certain Bambi would remember her welcoming even more.
