Set in an alternate dimension where the beloved cast and unloved host Chris are now either working, running or living at the large prison for women on Roney Island. A place so vile that only one vicious creepy sociopath could be the warden and one nasty dark-haired beautiful evil assistant
Who works in this place of shame and illegal activity?
Worse still, who are the poor souls locked away night after night with little hope of ever being released, and who put their lives in danger by going undercover trying to expose this nasty Warden and his vile schemes and brutal treatment not only toward inmates, but naive female staff who fear for their safety if they don't comply?
Find out in
Total Drama Prison
I don't own any of Total Drama or its subsequent seasons and have no affiliation with Fresh or Blu TV still, it would be great to see Blu tv be able to finish that Reunion. It was so great.
The characters who do not appear in the first Chapter have not been permanently erased, there will be some brief mentions of many characters but remember this isn't a happy story with a lovely ending.
Chris runs an old crookedly crooked Women's Prison and manipulates pretty young women who work there to either do as he says by coercing them into sexual favours with nasty bribes and contracts signed under duress.
This Story contains
Sexual harassment, coercion and dark themes including low level violence and medium level offensive language. Sex is mentioned such as foreplay etc, but the act itself well ..you can connect the dots.
Courtney is 25 years old and a big shot lawyer who has spent years trying to free her Husband Duncan from a charge she is 100 percent certain he did not commit. A crime with questionable witnesses, no dead body or remains and lack of conclusive DNA evidence.
What convinced the Jury to place Duncan Jones away for second degree murder (since there was no body) was purely circumstantial evidence by a team of hot and fast lawyers working for the District Attorney and they had one hell of a witness the attorney could bring forward. The respected Warden of a Prison with a stellar reputation for NO repeat offenders and not one successful escape attempt to date.
Chapter one
Chris McClean Warden of Roney Island Penitentiary Canada. A remote facility that to all intensive purposes serves as more of a rehab than an institution of cellmates and unnecessary hardship. Where the women work, study and enjoy (he actually stated that in the Company's latest Online advertisement) "Enjoy" three square meals a day. "Prepared by our great staff and served by two of our most trusted and hardworking inmates".
Naturally this was all a pack of lies...and deception.
Courtney couldn't bear to listen or read any more of this Sanctimonious Hero drivel and slammed her laptop down.
"Bullshit!" she screamed, flinging her Venti soy latte off her desk.
"It's all a pile of horseshit from a misogynistic bastard"...She coldly spat.
The tall brunette seethed with anger as she gazed out the window.
Owning her own office space and being proud of her accomplishments as a lawyer who represented clients in prison cases, domestic abuse cases, and family court disputes.
Courtney was driven, ambitious, and hated seeing the old boys' clubs and elitists of the world succeed through cruel, cutthroat means.
There was a soft knock on her office door.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Jones?"
"There's a Bridgette here to see you" her assistant quietly chimed.
"She didn't say her last name."
Courtney pushed past her assistant and headed toward the waiting area of her office.
"No need for last names," she replied. "We go way back."
"Cancel my 1 o'clock appointment; I'll be awhile."
Courtney ordered, then smiled.
After that, she was greeted by a friendly face with shoulder-length honey blonde hair. The same smile, bright green eyes, and gentle spirit that had drawn them together as friends in high school, Courtney wrapped her arms around her friend.
"It's so good to see you!"
Bridgette returned the hug.
"You too honey."
"Not since college, huh?" Courtney said.
Bridgette nodded and gave her friend a sympathetic look.
"Geoff and I saw the news, well we read it, that is, we saw it online… gosh…I'm so sorry Courtney."
Courtney inhaled and exhaled before placing one hand over her heart.
She quietly replied, "It's OK." But then she whispered to her friend, "Well, it's really not OK."... "I know who's behind this."...
Bridgette's eyes widened. "You do?"
"Yup and I have a plan", walk with me"
As they headed out of the building, Bridgette listened intently to the allegations against Courtney's husband and high school beau, Duncan. They had all gone to the same high school, including Geoff, so it didn't surprise Courtney in the least when Bridgette told her about their engagement.
She winked. "I knew you two would end up tying the knot." Stirring her large flat white over lunch with Bridgette in an inner city bistro.
She blushed as she said, "Yeah, we couldn't keep our hands off each other."
Courtney said, "Well, I'm happy for you." She added, "I know you have your reasons for not getting in touch."
Bridgette then explained how she and Geoff had been traveling the world on working holidays teaching surf, skiing and mountain biking in regions of New Zealand, Australia and Western Europe.
"The landscapes are breathtaking in Switzerland and Denmark".
Courtney sighed. "I can imagine."
Still, nothing beats home," said Bridgette with a smile.
Courtney laughed and said, "Good old Ontario."
"It's home," Bridgette gushed thinking of where she's planning on marrying Geoff...
Courtney had to snap the dreamy soul out of her thoughts.
"Sorry Courtney" "I'm in mental preparation for our wedding in the Bay."
Courtney raised an eyebrow. "The bay?"
"Georgian Bay." Bridgette replied, sipping her iced coffee. "Afterwards, we can swim, fish, sail, paddle, cycle, and even surf." "Best reception ever" she raised her arms.
"There will be champagne there right?" Courtney asked in hopeful anticipation.
"Yes"Bridgette laughed. "It's going to be a Summer time wedding." "Giving you plenty of time" she said with a warm smile. "Nearly a whole year.."
"Well then, massive congratulations, and I promise you that I'd be honored to be there". Courtney smiled, stirring the last of her drink.
Well, with what you're planning, I sure hope so. Bridgette took a deep breath and said. "I wanted you as my Maid of Honor."
Courtney stood up and gave her a massive hug. "Of course!" she exclaimed. "Definitely yes." She squealed. Then both Bridgette and Courtney excitedly hugged again.
Holding back tears, Courtney clung to her friend and then made an announcement.
"I'm going to be at that wedding, and I'll have Duncan with me too."
She lowered her voice, adjusted her plum lipstick, and snapped her makeup mirror shut.
"Make no mistake about it."
"Chris will be dead before he's released by the time I'm through with him."
Bridgette clasped Courtney's hands.
"Be careful" "There's a reason that the place has such a successful recidivism rate."
"No one gets out," Courtney said sadly.
She then looked up and her eyes met Bridgette's green orbs.
"Oh, I will."
"I will..."
Meanwhile on Roney Island
"You're Mine"
6:55pm
Lindsay was just about to finish her shift when she was called to the Warden's office for her monthly evaluation.
The fact was, Lindsay had become quite the star of the gloomy, isolated prison. She was friendly to inmates, kind to staff members, and pretty much did whatever she was told to do; yet when it came to dishing out punishments, she preferred her more capable colleagues to see to that.
Eva was one of them. She was strict but fair. Eva often voiced her concerns about the lack of hygiene and overall bad treatment the women received in this place, which she believed fueled their behavior.
Chris would always shrug this off and tell her to focus on her job and get ahead.
Eva was suspicious of the Warden's special treatment of Lindsay.
She often narrowed her eyes as the ferry would dock on the island and there he was, standing by the terminal, ready to welcome Miss Powell, completely ignoring not only her partner and colleague Tyler Smith, but literally scolding others for being late.
Eva had noticed his hands around the naive blonde on more than one occasion. Given the fact that Eva was often at intake with new inmates, she would be there finishing paperwork when Chris finally left, and without fail, every Friday since Lindsay began, the two of them would stay behind and leave together at 8 pm. Eva made notes of this for her own personal investigation.
There was a bar on the island which was frequented by the staff including Tyler who would wait for his fiance and hear her excitedly explain how she received yet another pay rise or incentive that was out of Chris's Character. Eva knew him better than that. If he was doing all of this, he was getting something back in return
Two hours ago
16:55
"You can't do this; it's illegal!" Gwen screamed.
A sympathetic DJ and Eva restrained Miss King, holding her arms as she kicked out at them.
The orange jumpsuit felt like a life sentence on its own, and her once stylish and vibrant hair had been stripped down to plain black. A pale, emaciated shell of her former self, Gwen used the last remaining ounce of strength she had to protest against this injustice.
Chris continued to ignore Gwen's protests and told Eva and DJ to take her away.
"Now, Gwen," he said, "one night alone will give you time to cool off. You can't paint whenever you feel like it; this isn't a rehabilitation centre or art school, you know that."
The condescending tone Chris used drove the once successful artist and once happily engaged woman to breaking point.
Gwen spat, "Go to hell."
Chris snarled and stomped on the extra time in her file.
I did nothing wrong and you gave me an extra year. You can't do that. You guys please listen, please... you have to process it, I know my rights. That's not how it works. It doesn't work like that, Chris.
Chris shouted out from the corridor.
"It does on Roney Island, Miss King"
Lindsay could still hear Gwen's voice bellowing from downstairs and held her heart.
The solitary confinement cell looked awful. A concrete room with a hole in the ground for a toilet, no bed but a worn-out, mouldy mattress, and a pillow as flat as the concrete floor. Cold, smelly, and infested with ants and maggots in the corners of the walls. It was a horrifying place.
The sounds of solitude lingered throughout the creaky halls. Gwen and three other female prisoners screamed and called out.
"I HATE YOU CHRIS"
Lindsay saw Eva walking past and she looked incredibly flustered and upset. It was almost as if she agreed with Gwen, but that couldn't be right, could it?
Lindsay was very confused.
"Goodnight, Officer Powell," Eva politely said and walked on.
"Bye!" she piped up.
Oh Gwen". "What have you done now?" Lindsay thought to herself.
She sighed, "Poor girl."
Lindsay then looked around, but the sound had grown very faint and was almost nonexistent.
She pulled out her phone and saw a text, it was her beau.
"Hey babe, I'm at the Tiki bar" "Hope your evaluation goes good *thumbs up* kisses gorgeous. See you soon."
Lindsay beamed and pressed the phone to her chest. "Aww."
She texted back sweetly. "I love you Tyler baby xoxo See you soon!" "Mwah."
She looked around and realized there was some free time which meant ...
"Time for lip gloss."
Chris always locked the doors and turned off the cameras in his office after 7 pm on those Friday nights.
The office was usually locked up on the weekends, while substitute Correction Officers and the Weekend Default Warden or WDW, as Chris called her, worked. Tonight was no different.
Chris quickly made a phone call while Lindsay peered inside. He winked at the blonde CO as he continued on the phone.
Lindsay smiled and adjusted her belt, skirt, and scrunchie, making sure her hair was in place as the Warden continued to blabber on.
"Hey, it's me. Make sure the night shift keeps Gwen in solitary confinement until 0600."
"I need the cameras in my office undisturbed until then as well."
Do not disturb them or me under any circumstances.
"If that happens, "call...call Heather early; that's what she's barely paid for."
He abruptly slammed the phone down.
Good evening, foxy lady. Please take a seat." Warden Mclean placed his work to one side and gestured for her to move towards him.
Lindsay approached wearing a tight denim skirt, blue stockings, black shoes with buckles, and a very tight white blouse. Her name had been sewn onto her blouse.
Even though the uniform was bland, Lindsay was no shrinking violet in the looks department and always dressed well, including her face which was delicately made up with soft colors and blue eye shadow. She found herself playing with her small silver hoops whenever she was in the warden's office, like a nervous schoolgirl - even at the age of 25.
This sight, of course, only turned the narcissistic Mclean on even more.
You enjoy our weekly catch-ups don't you?
He stood up and asked.
She followed him with her eyes.
Yes, Ward...I mean Chris, I do.
he stood behind her and laughed.
"Its not Warden to you, come on sweet cheeks you know that" ...
Lindsay covered her mouth and giggled.
He kissed her on the forehead.
"Time for your monthly evaluation, chipmunk," he said in a very low voice. Lindsay gasped. "Only Daddy calls me that."
Chris sat back down and picked up a pen.
"I know he said that," he stated. "He also told me to keep an eye on you; this is a nasty place full of rotten people, and you're making a difference in their lives." Chris then started pushing the pen up and down frantically.
I'd hate to see a sweet, beautiful, sexy thing like yourself get sucked down by this world. Roney Island isn't easy. He looked at her, knowing she would not let him down with the words he was about to hear coming from her mouth.
Chris, I really like it here.
His eyes lit up. "You do?" he asked. "Because I had called you in here tonight," he said, grinning.
Lindsay stood up and clapped her hands together.
"Ooh, what is it?" she asked. "You're always giving me nice things and pay raises that only Me and Tyler know about." She winked and made a "shhh" sound with her mouth.
Chris found her naive and vulnerable spirit ever so charming. Not only would he be able to manipulate her, but he could also create a future wife who would live in his mansion and attend to his every need. She would be drop-dead gorgeous and ever eager to please him.
Well then, sweetheart, the job with an added bonus holiday this weekend, all expenses paid, is yours. Monday you start as a supervisor. An extra five hundred dollars a week, on top of the $3,500 you're already getting, as you called them 'sprinkles.' You little cutie.
Chris waited for the happy blonde to launch herself into his arms for a warm embrace.
She squealed, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" and hugged him tightly.
Chris started to feel flustered and unbuttoned his shirt.
"So that's a yes?"
Lindsay nodded, still wrapping her arms around him.
"Now Lindsay...there has been an agreement made"
Lindsay looked to the floor and immediately sat back down.
It's the sex, isn't it? Every Friday night I know.
Chris stood beside her and stroked her hair.
"Hey, don't be upset." "This is how it had to be."
He leaned in and whispered softly into her ear
You don't want Tyler finding out about us, do you? Or everyone at work discovering that you're providing sexual favors to your boss?
Lindsay froze and began to clench her fists in panic.
"Hey beautiful, don't worry," Chris said as he reassured her with a kiss on the cheek and a hand down her blouse.
"Your dad is trusting me to take care of you."
He said, unbuttoning her blouse.
Lindsay held back tears and nodded her head.
She whispered, "For my family and my sweet Tyler, I can't let you or him down."
Chris unhooked her bra and had Lindsay remove her top. "That's a very good girl, Lindsay," he grinned.
He said, "You're coming away with me this weekend."
Lindsay sighed and threw her shirt and bra onto the floor. "If that's what you want," she replied.
He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her barely clothed figure. Her pretty pink thong was all that remained.
Do you enjoy water skiing?
"Uh huh," she said. "I actually do. My dad took me and my older sister Paula when I was sixteen." She started talking away as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be having this conversation with 90 percent of her clothes missing and her boss's hands moving around her like a viper.
Chris hushed her by placing his hand over her mouth and the other down her pants.
"That's great" he replied with a dirty grin.
"Now," he whispered into her ear. "If you want my little secret as to how Paula really got into college, you'll continue to have fun with me on Friday nights, won't you?"
Lindsay nodded. Chris could feel her fear.
He pressed his body against hers and removed his hand from her mouth.
He placed his free hand on her thighs and removed her panties gently. Lindsay leaned back and moaned as Chris pleasured her with his fingers.
He said, "Come on," and then slapped her beautiful bottom cheeks.
Feeling slightly giddy and aroused, Lindsay obeyed. She positioned herself over Chris's desk, elbows first, her back straight, and that perky bottom of hers high up in full view.
Grasping both of her soft porcelain cheeks, he leaned in and kissed them."Hmmm oooh ahh," Lindsay found herself moaning in pleasure, which only served to make Chris even more aroused. He knew he was better in every way than any other male competition when it came to Lindsay, particularly Tyler.
He panted. "You're a good girl." He said. "Very good..." he added.
Later that night.
Lindsay lay wide awake in their king-sized bed, while Tyler snored blissfully unaware.
They had their usual beer and long island ice teas at the bar, which was fine; he was ecstatic for Lindsay's promotion, and didn't ask any questions. In his mind, she was perfect, so why wouldn't the Warden also think that? If only he were a little wiser to that. The ride home was calm, and Lindsay held her beau's free arm as he cruised the freeway back to their cozy apartment, but she couldn't hide her true feelings forever.
Just then, her iPhone flashed.
Lindsay felt her stomach sink as she opened the text messages.
"Hey beautiful, it's me, Chris." You already knew that, right?
"See you tomorrow," Chris messaged while waiting for an answer.
The blonde gulped and texted back a smiley face emoji with a winking face.
"Okay."
"You won't regret it, Foxy Lady."
Yes, Chris. I'm sure it will be fun," Lindsay's delicate fingers were shaking as she typed.
A reply was quick from Chris.
"Don't you worry about a thing; I'll pick you up early tomorrow, and I have a foolproof excuse for CO Tyler. Just follow my lead and do what I tell you to like you always do, cutie."
"I can do that." *Smiley face* she responded.
His last response for the evening.
Good girl Lindsay. *Wink* "Be ready," "You're
Lindsay gasped softly.
Feeling completely trapped and desperate to keep her job, she complied with his request.
"Yes Chris, all yours."
She then set her alarm for 5:30 am and switched her phone to silent mode.
Laying her long hair against Tyler's back, Lindsay turned over and held him tightly.
She whispered, "I'm sorry, baby."
"I'm doing this for us; please don't hate me."
Meanwhile at Chris's Mansion ,in a remote area overlooking coastal rocks and ocean.
Chris switched off his phone and lay down on his massive bed.
Proudly placing his hands behind his head, he sighed with a happy, victorious groan.
"Not long now, Chris and she will be all yours."
He peered over at the picture he had printed and framed by his bed of him and Lindsay.
She wore a long-sleeved white cotton top with lovely painted nails, large earrings, and her hair flowed freely. She wore a short pink skirt with pleats and knee-high beige boots that finished off the outfit. He held her close in a blue shirt and neatly pressed pants. His signature necklace with a special stone hung from it.
The picture was taken when Lindsay was hired two months ago, and Chris had lied and told her that all employees got a personalized photo with the boss. Lindsay never questioned this, nor did she question why her partner Tyler didn't have a photo.
There was also the fact that Chris had one hand around Lindsay's waist and the other, very subtly, cupping one of her large breasts.
Her smile and seemingly peaceful look of calmness with the interaction led Chris to the conclusion that she, Lindsay Powell, was the one. The girl he'd been looking for.
There was only one tiny minor obstacle..
Tyler...
TBC
Will Chris find a way to get rid of Tyler and claim Lindsay as his own, once and for all?
Will Courtney's plan work out as she had hoped, or will she end up in worse shape than before?
Will Duncan Be Released From Prison?
Where are the other characters?
Will Gwen get more time added to her sentence? Surely not…right?
Find out next time or maybe the time after that on
Total Drama Prison in
Heather's Weekend as Warden ..
The title alone hints at dramatic greatness, and Chris certainly doesn't disappoint in his wicked and awful ways with Lindsay; but who pays the price for his money-making, illegal and downright awful schemes this time?