SlaverTickler
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Starting next week I will be working on this as much a I can. It's not easy because I share the comp with family, and some wouldn't be happy to see me working on this. I really need to get out on my own. Even if all I have is a little flop, as long as I have Cable, my sterio, a bed and a Computer I could live with that.
Episode One: Fresh Fish
By SlaverTickler
MM/F, F/M, FFF/F
Isabeau watched through the bus window, as the ground seemed to open before her. Looking down into the bowels of the gap there was a long stretch of ash vault leading into the darkness. A tear trickled down the slender blondes angelic face as she knew her trip through the Canadian wilderness was the last she may see of the outside world again. It had been beautiful, the trees of the forest were changing to their Autumn colours. Gold’s red’s. and some stubborn green leaves adorned the branches as the empty bus had travelled along. She was the only knew convict being brought in this day.
“It’s happening more and more ya know.” commented the driver as he turned the last corner.
“What’s that?” asked Isabeau, “What happens more?”
“Getting less and less people on each trip.” he replied, “Used to get lots… 2 maybe 3 bus loads a day, but now I’m the only driver left.” he added, “Guess the more of you that got sent here, the fewer of you there are to send latter ha, ha.”
“What do you mean ‘more of you, less of you’, I’m not like the others people here!” debated Isabeau, “All I did was steel a few wallets, and I robbed a bank once.”
“Yeah, I heard about that.” said the driver, “You were busted for pick pocketing about 12 times, and a guard was killed when you and your friends robbed that bank.”
“I didn’t shoot anybody, I didn’t even use a gun!” she exclaimed tearfully, “I shouldn’t be sent to a place like this.”
“You’ve proven yourself beyond reform, and this is where people like that… like you go when they are like that.” said the driver as he pulled over, “This is your stop girly, get off my bus.”
Dressed in her orange jumpsuit, Isabeau slowly walked down the stairs of the bus, and on to the hard concrete of the prisons outer area, though the entire facility was underground it was built to have an “outside” exercise yard, and parking area for employees and when the buss brought in new guests. Looking around, Is could see all the other convicts had stopped what ever they were doing and were checking her out. A few hollered some profane remarks at her, something about a salad, but all that stopped when the guard arrived.
“Good after noon, my name is Aun Existe Amor, you will call me Guard Amor.” she said with a English accent, “We do not tolerate any miss behaviour or insubordination at this facility, I hope you will not cause any problems for myself, other guards or you fellow inmates.”
“No… um… guard Amor.” said Isabeau, “I just want to serve my time in peace.”
“That’s good to hear, lets see if you can live up to it.” she said, “Now follow me.”
Isabeau watched as the curvaceous guard walked ahead of her, and sighed. The woman was garbed in a skin-tight blue uniform that showed of all of her curves. It appeared to be made entirely out of latex, except for the coller with appeared to be some sort of silky materiel. The uniform reminded Izzy of something a Dominatrix would wear, right down to the black leather calve boots and elbow long gloves. The slender little blonde also took note that she wasn’t wearing a standard issue revolver, but she was armed with a stun gun, hand cuffs, and a small vile of pepper spray.
One thing Isabeau noticed, as they walked through the prison, was how clean it was. Not a spec of dust could be seen. Any other time she’d been to prison there was usually some sort of mess, but not in this place. The warden on this jail certainly had things running by the numbers. Looking up at the 3rd row of cells, Isabeau could see a trio of inmates painting over some graffiti on a wall, naked. The little blonde had never seen such a thing before, and gasped in disbelief.
“Don’t feel bad for them.” said Amor, “They were the ones who defaced the prison, and warden Mimi knows how to deal with trouble makers.”
Eyes wide open Isabeau mouthed the word wow, and continued to follow her escort. Soon the pair passed a door marked Discipline and Interrogation Room, the door to the room was slightly open, and the fresh fish could hear people talking. It sounded like two men, and a woman. Male guards at a women’s prison… performing interrogations and/or disciplinary actions. Never before had the little blonde heard of such nonsense.
Forgetting herself, she stopped following the guard to peared into the room. A naked woman stood before two male guards, her hands cuffed behind her back. With a pleading voice she told the men that she hadn’t stolen anything from a guard named Anna. The two men simply laughed, and went about adjusting the restraints, obviously intended for the pleading woman. A set of stock, in front of a chair, with a veridical bar that dangled from a post behind the it.
Isabeau looked over the poor woman, and sighed over her situation. The lass wasn’t very tall but had large breast, and a bit of a belly that Isabeau thought was sort of cute. Horrified, but unable to look away, she watched as the young woman was forced into the restrains, screaming of her innocents the entire time. The two men laughed as they locked her ankles into the stocks and bound her wrists to the vertical bar, either they believed she was guilty, or they simply didn’t care, and Izza was betting it was the latter.
“Mmmmm, I do love a girl with a belly.” said one of the guards, “What do you say Cosmo old boy.”
“I don’t mind it myself, of course I’m more of a foot man U.B..” replied the other man as he set a timer, “Now lets see, that’s 30 minuets for stealing, plus 15 minuets for each denial, hmm, I thing she said she didn’t do it 3 times so…”
“An hour and 15 minutes.” said a voice from behind Isabeau, “Your not supposed to be here ‘Fish’.” said Amor, “But since you are, you might as well see what happens to inmates that don’t follow the rules.”
“Aw Miss Amor, how nice to see you, and you’ve brought a friend.” said U.B. as he ran his finger through Lurker’s hair.
Hows that for a start. Though I admit I don't really have Cosmo and UB Lover's ok to use them, but I don't think they will mind.
Episode One: Fresh Fish
By SlaverTickler
MM/F, F/M, FFF/F
Isabeau watched through the bus window, as the ground seemed to open before her. Looking down into the bowels of the gap there was a long stretch of ash vault leading into the darkness. A tear trickled down the slender blondes angelic face as she knew her trip through the Canadian wilderness was the last she may see of the outside world again. It had been beautiful, the trees of the forest were changing to their Autumn colours. Gold’s red’s. and some stubborn green leaves adorned the branches as the empty bus had travelled along. She was the only knew convict being brought in this day.
“It’s happening more and more ya know.” commented the driver as he turned the last corner.
“What’s that?” asked Isabeau, “What happens more?”
“Getting less and less people on each trip.” he replied, “Used to get lots… 2 maybe 3 bus loads a day, but now I’m the only driver left.” he added, “Guess the more of you that got sent here, the fewer of you there are to send latter ha, ha.”
“What do you mean ‘more of you, less of you’, I’m not like the others people here!” debated Isabeau, “All I did was steel a few wallets, and I robbed a bank once.”
“Yeah, I heard about that.” said the driver, “You were busted for pick pocketing about 12 times, and a guard was killed when you and your friends robbed that bank.”
“I didn’t shoot anybody, I didn’t even use a gun!” she exclaimed tearfully, “I shouldn’t be sent to a place like this.”
“You’ve proven yourself beyond reform, and this is where people like that… like you go when they are like that.” said the driver as he pulled over, “This is your stop girly, get off my bus.”
Dressed in her orange jumpsuit, Isabeau slowly walked down the stairs of the bus, and on to the hard concrete of the prisons outer area, though the entire facility was underground it was built to have an “outside” exercise yard, and parking area for employees and when the buss brought in new guests. Looking around, Is could see all the other convicts had stopped what ever they were doing and were checking her out. A few hollered some profane remarks at her, something about a salad, but all that stopped when the guard arrived.
“Good after noon, my name is Aun Existe Amor, you will call me Guard Amor.” she said with a English accent, “We do not tolerate any miss behaviour or insubordination at this facility, I hope you will not cause any problems for myself, other guards or you fellow inmates.”
“No… um… guard Amor.” said Isabeau, “I just want to serve my time in peace.”
“That’s good to hear, lets see if you can live up to it.” she said, “Now follow me.”
Isabeau watched as the curvaceous guard walked ahead of her, and sighed. The woman was garbed in a skin-tight blue uniform that showed of all of her curves. It appeared to be made entirely out of latex, except for the coller with appeared to be some sort of silky materiel. The uniform reminded Izzy of something a Dominatrix would wear, right down to the black leather calve boots and elbow long gloves. The slender little blonde also took note that she wasn’t wearing a standard issue revolver, but she was armed with a stun gun, hand cuffs, and a small vile of pepper spray.
One thing Isabeau noticed, as they walked through the prison, was how clean it was. Not a spec of dust could be seen. Any other time she’d been to prison there was usually some sort of mess, but not in this place. The warden on this jail certainly had things running by the numbers. Looking up at the 3rd row of cells, Isabeau could see a trio of inmates painting over some graffiti on a wall, naked. The little blonde had never seen such a thing before, and gasped in disbelief.
“Don’t feel bad for them.” said Amor, “They were the ones who defaced the prison, and warden Mimi knows how to deal with trouble makers.”
Eyes wide open Isabeau mouthed the word wow, and continued to follow her escort. Soon the pair passed a door marked Discipline and Interrogation Room, the door to the room was slightly open, and the fresh fish could hear people talking. It sounded like two men, and a woman. Male guards at a women’s prison… performing interrogations and/or disciplinary actions. Never before had the little blonde heard of such nonsense.
Forgetting herself, she stopped following the guard to peared into the room. A naked woman stood before two male guards, her hands cuffed behind her back. With a pleading voice she told the men that she hadn’t stolen anything from a guard named Anna. The two men simply laughed, and went about adjusting the restraints, obviously intended for the pleading woman. A set of stock, in front of a chair, with a veridical bar that dangled from a post behind the it.
Isabeau looked over the poor woman, and sighed over her situation. The lass wasn’t very tall but had large breast, and a bit of a belly that Isabeau thought was sort of cute. Horrified, but unable to look away, she watched as the young woman was forced into the restrains, screaming of her innocents the entire time. The two men laughed as they locked her ankles into the stocks and bound her wrists to the vertical bar, either they believed she was guilty, or they simply didn’t care, and Izza was betting it was the latter.
“Mmmmm, I do love a girl with a belly.” said one of the guards, “What do you say Cosmo old boy.”
“I don’t mind it myself, of course I’m more of a foot man U.B..” replied the other man as he set a timer, “Now lets see, that’s 30 minuets for stealing, plus 15 minuets for each denial, hmm, I thing she said she didn’t do it 3 times so…”
“An hour and 15 minutes.” said a voice from behind Isabeau, “Your not supposed to be here ‘Fish’.” said Amor, “But since you are, you might as well see what happens to inmates that don’t follow the rules.”
“Aw Miss Amor, how nice to see you, and you’ve brought a friend.” said U.B. as he ran his finger through Lurker’s hair.
Hows that for a start. Though I admit I don't really have Cosmo and UB Lover's ok to use them, but I don't think they will mind.
