A grunt walks in with meal trays to the emaciated captives. They grab the trays like a pack of ravenous wolves. The guard walks over to a pretty blond haired female, and whispers
"A grunt will pick you up at seven-fifty. I want to see you in my bedroom at eight."
The grunt leaves, and a red haired man leans up against the bars as close as he can get to his female companion. A friend pats the blond on her shoulder sympathetically.
"Elesa, what was that about?" The red haired man asks concerned.
"Alder, I don't really want to talk about it." Elesa sighs.
Later that night a man who is dressed in a gray knight uniform comes int the jail. He clears the meal trays, and he goes over to the blond.
"You come with me." He hisses, unlocks the cell, and roughly grabs her arm.
He drags her through a complicated maze-work of hallways, to a room. He shoves her into the compartment, and slams the door behind her. A key turns in the lock. The blond called Elesa sighs. She knows the drill. Ten minutes to change in this cubicle, and at eight, you go into the room. Elesa pulls on the scanty nightgown provided to her. At eight, as promised, the door to the room opens. Elesa is pulled inside, and has the door locked behind her. The grunt who brought them their meals earlier, now waits inside, partially undressed. He grabs her, and drags her towards the bed. Elesa doesn't even bother to protest, they just enjoy the process more. The grunt pulls her into bed, and she feels is rough hands fumbling with the night gown as he pulls it off her. She feels the grunt fumble with the clasp on her bra, and she thinks
"A bra isn't like a high security prison. Not that complicated." as she feels the elastic snapped on her back multiple times, before it finally gives.
The grunt pulls her into a passionate kiss before fumbling around, and pulling the bra off her body completely. They kiss a few seconds longer, and then she feels the mans hand on her thong. The worst has yet to come. She feels the man pull it down, and lock her hips in his. Then the agony truly begins.
The grunt in the other room pulls his hood off, and he hears the screaming begin. Damn. That little blond can really throw herself into her work. Maybe he should make a personal request? Nah, he should probably wait a few days until then so she isn't so tired. The screaming stops, and he hears the door slam. He will definitely make a request.
Elesa is shoved back into her cell, crying.
"What's wrong Elesa?" Caitlin asks.
"You know Arceus damn well what's wrong Caitlin!" Is the reply.
"Sorry I can't help." Caitlin whispers.
Elesa sighs and wishes it will be Caitlin's turn soon. Then she hates herself for thinking that. Caitlin was ten when Team Plasma took over. She was caught sacrificing herself to save her friends when she was thirteen. The grunts decided she was too young, but once she turned fifteen, the guards tossed her into the system, and fucked her like the rest of us.
"I hate being fucked." Elesa mumbles into her pillow.
"I know Elesa. Me too." Caitlin sighs.