|| Cell Block A ||

Cell Block A - the top of the food chain, at least for the patients at Eternal Peaks. Anyone compliant enough eventually winds up on the second floor, and anyone on the second floor can tell you life gets a touch easier on that level. It's no vacation in the hell they are all in, but a bed beats a cold stone floor any day. Up on this level patients are allowed to freely roam except at night. Curfew starts at nine pm, and lasts till seven in the morning. But when the doors aren't closed locking them inside their cells, the patients in Block A get a number of priveledges to try and ease the torture of their daily lives. These privileges are awarded, and stripped, depending on behavior. For most, one of the best parts of the Block A is the cafeteria, a small mess hall run by the patients themselves, serving meals three times a day. The food is a step up from the slop fed to Block's B and C, and the fact the patients are in the kitchen, making meals, makes all the residents in Block A feel a little easier eating.

As well on the second floor, there are communal showers, alike Block B, although larger and free to use during the day. There is also a communal bathroom, set up with six stalls and six sinks, allowing both male and female patients to do their business in privacy of a stall, although cameras remain inside the room to watch for any...miscreants. There is a library, filled with books and again run by patients to keep tidy and organized. It also contains to computers, although the internet has been removed from both, only leaving a notepad app if anyone wants to write out their pains, and a handful of games. And their final privilege is the gardens, the true single serene area in the whole facility, a large room with a glass dome, filled with an array of plant life, with stone pathways through to wander and enjoy, and a small field in the very middle to take in and enjoy. In such a cruel place, it is an Eden of sorts to many, an escape into something natural and peaceful that can erase all the pain etched into their bodies.

This is what you get when you enter Cell Block A. Come. Enjoy.


With the orientation in session Nysa finds her way back to her cell...at least for now. Like all others it was white and drab, with three concrete walls thick enough to withstand almost any force, and one glass wall against the hallway, so doctors and nurses could supervise them 24/7, eliminating privacy. Lucky for her though in Cell Block A toilets had been traded in for small mattresses, a minor luxury in this facility. Down in Block's B and C they had no beds, only walls, cold floors, and a small gross toilet. Worse of all was anyone could see you using it, the glass walls highlighting even your daily routine. In Cell Block A it was different though. Like the communal showers on every floor, Cell Block A was granted a communal bathroom for patients, with six stalls. Like the showers, it was co-ed, meaning you could find men or women inside, and plenty of people fucking. You'd think with all the torture, tests and analysing that most of the patients would have no time to make relations, or even want for one, but a few did. And Nysa had caught a number of couples hiding in a stall, trying to satisfy each other before a guard found them. Pleasure was not to be had in Eternal Peaks. At least that was supposed to be a rule, though it seemed to rarely be enforced. Especially for Nysali.

The morning had been rough.

The guard was a pain in the ass last night – but none the less had ended in a good time. At least for Eli that was.

No cigarettes.

Still.

No alcohol.

Still.

And the one thing he’d always enjoyed in the morning was lacking today. Leaving Eli to roughly turn out of bed and grumble his way out of the cell – naked at that. His member perky and swaying with the man’s egotistical walk while he made his way to a certain member’s room, a scowl on his after shadowed face.

The door opened and the halfling’s usually emerald eyes – now black stared… Or rather glared down at the small female creature laying in her bed.

Nysali had slept rather well all night, although her grimy, sticky body helped little. If it hadn't been for her shuffling to bed much after curfew, she would have showered. When the door opened, however, Nysa squeezed her eyes shut further, holding desperately the the last wisps of sleep before having to wake. She assumed it would be Rupi, or perhaps a nurse sent by Rupi, to get the little helper for the day. One she didn't expect was hearing a guard suddenly call out.

"Hey! Patient EG6677! You can't run around naked, especially if you are going into another patients cell. Put the uniform on."

There was an annoyed grunt and then the click of a gun, obviously the guard wasn't going to play games today, "Put the sweatpants on EG6677. Now. Or we can move you down to Block B and you can say goodbye to that sweet piece of ass inside that cell. We both know why your visiting the siren."

No he doesn't, Nysa snorted internally, finding the comment ignorant, although she would never correct him, Silly guard, none of you have an inkling of why Elijah visits me daily. But sure...name it a booty call, if it gets your cock hard. What do I care?

She still didn't roll over, remaining passive as she pretended to be asleep. She was already in a bad mood from his uncomfortable sleep, and she didn't need more reasons to scowl. At least my eye mostly healed overnight, she thought, noticing the lack of pain, That's good. Elijah would throw a fit if he saw.

The door was open – but the guard around the corner was enough to set the scowl further upon his darkened face. Pitch black void’s moved towards the guard, his hand moving up to catch the sweats. Without so much as a word – had the Halfling slid the pants on. He wanted to open his mouth – but the only come back’s would place him easily deeper into the institute; and that wasn’t something he wasn’t about to talk his way out of, again. With that, he turned his sights back to Nysa’s room and closed the door behind him.

His hulking body slid into the bed behind her, his arm curling around her while his teeth pulled at her ear lobe gently.

“Morning my little red.” Eli’s hoarse husky voice breathed, his lips wandering along her neck. She was awake – the man knowing the difference between her faking sleep and genuinely being so. “Missed you last night… And this morning.”

She knew she couldn't fake sleep for long. He had known her long enough to tell the difference. As he slid onto the small twin sized mattress she was dwarfed in size, and she wondered what happy guard might get a show this morning. It wasn't like they could hide what they did. Not only were there cameras, but they entire front wall including the door was made of some unbreakable kind of glass. They saw everything.

"Morning sugar," she purred back, wiggling her shoulders as she rolled so her head was facing his, her nose inches from his. She slide her free right hand up his arm, showing the size of his muscle compared to her slim small hand. Her feet wiggled against his shins, too short to reach his feet with her head next to his.

Her chocolate brown eyes slowly opened, letting in light as she leaned forward and kissed his nose playfully. Nysa had heard it in his voice, that he was unhappy he hadn't seen her the night before, but there had been no way around it. It was easier to coax a smile out of him for the siren too, then trying to explain her reasons for being absent.

"Well at least your here now," she murmured, batting her long lashes at him, "We can change that mood easily...if you take me to the showers."

She wasn't asking him to shower with her; no is Nysa needed a shower she never went alone, always dragging the halfling along. The showers were the only area in the entire building not recorded on camera, mostly due to the steam constantly fogging up the lens and causing hardware problems. They did have another camera that watched the entrance of the showers, to ensure no fowl business. But Nysa wasn't looking to score when she headed in. Instead she truly did want a good shower, and Elijah's purpose was to simply watch the door, not letting anyone pass until the siren had her business done. It wasn't modesty or shyness that made her do it, she could care less if anyone saw her naked. No, it was one of her bigger secrets she carried, something only a select few doctors had seen, and she'd compelled them to forget, taking her punishment in stride knowing they would never get that memory back. When Nysa was doused with water her scales and gills came out, her legs turning into a tail, her body that of half a fish. It embarrassed her to sit on the floor of the showers to bathe, but she did, and because of that Elijah kept all onlookers at bay.

"But I can always be persuaded to wait a few minutes before we leave handsome," she hinted, smiling at him. She was aware that her bruise was mostly gone, although she hadn't realized there was still a faint outline, something Eli would be none to pleased on seeing if her looked at her now.

Her voice was sweet music to his ears, coaxing a soft purr from him while his body sunk further into her tiny little being. How long had he gone without her beauty? His lips pressed more firmly to her neck, his head only moving back when her heavenly chocolate pools opened up.

Yet… the coloring around her one eye was off.

Only by a couple shades. She could bat her beautiful long lash’s at him, but it couldn’t take his eye from the damage that had been done to her flawless skin. The Halfling couldn’t hide the scowl that pulled at his lips, nodding as she suggested her need for a shower. He was happy to keep watch and ward off unyielding eyes.

Eli’s strong hands shifted on the woman’s body, twisting her up and on top of him before a hand slid up her body to rest on her cheek.

“Who do I owe a visit to?” His husky voice asked, his other hand tracing circles along her outer thigh that now straddled him. The halfling’s blackened eyes staring at her intently, a darkness twisting and twirling within his eyes.

She saw the scowl and it took her a moment to understand what was annoying the man. In that time he pulled her on top so that her legs fell over either side of his waist, her breasts pressing hard into his chest, her tank top the only thing between him. When his hand rose to her cheek though she understood. The bruise obviously hasn't faded completely away.

"Me and the mad doctor had a scuffle," she shrugged omitting the amount of times he had hit, shoved, or tortured her the day before. She didn't need Elijah getting himself demoted in an angry fit. "Don't truss yourself up about it handsome. This gal is tough. One bruise won't knock down her ego."

She grinned, flashing him her dazzling white teeth, then shook her head so her red curls fell about her face and into his, tickling his nose. Happy and playful. Leaning forward her lips pressed to his then, soft and supple as she tasted him, the tangy taste of another woman still on them from the night before.

"Busy we've been," she whispered against his mouth, her lips vibrating, "I have you bet though my love. Broke in a new girl yesterday. She was...delicious. And Rufio had good fun with me too."

She knew the doctors name would earn a deeper scowl and even a flare of annoyance, easily misinterpreted as jealousy. She liked prodding at the demon within, enticing the possessiveness out of the man who loved his toys. And she was his prized item. His one hand stayed on her outer thigh but that didn't stop her from wiggling her hips against him, the kiss growing deeper and longer this time. Her fingers wove into her hair then suddenly yanked back, pulling his face up so he was staring at the wall while her hot lips ran down his neck, kissing and nipping. Hitting his Adam's apple she kissed it too, knowing it was a sensitive spot then moved to the left of his neck, suckling and biting into his intoxicating skin. He smelt good today, his scent mixed with that of flowers and pine.

Eli’s hand moved from her thigh, sliding up her body to rest gently on her back under her tank top, his finger’s playing across her skin. Her closeness brought his body to life, every atom in his very being buzzing.

That bruise may have been beyond faint – only one or maybe two pigment’s off of her normal skin color, but he could still see it with ease.

“No need to worry.” He breathed, his husky voice gentle while his thumb stroked her cheek. While she didn’t want him to have a fit – he already knew how he could get back at the man who’d done this to her pretty little face. Her lips pressed to his before he could finish that thought, lust, cologne, passion and cherries. A groan hummed in the back of his throat. “Very busy… Even with the guards…”

His word’s hung in the air, Rufio’s name making his anger flare – allowing for a rather possessive growl to come from his mouth, the sound smothered by the deepening kiss against his lips. Her hips wiggled, and his hips moved up into hers as she continued to tease him. Her lips shifted, earning another groan from the Halfling as she found one of his few places. Nya’s lips fueled his need, his member pressing into her before he grasped her tightly and took control – flipping her and applying his weight on top of her. Nysa’s shirt was off in seconds, his lips traveling down her perfect body. His hands wandered her curves – all of which he knew like the back of his hand. He couldn’t ever get enough of her, her skin filling his mouth with nothing but the taste of heaven. With a slowing ease – the Halfling made his way to one of her perky breasts, his lips caressing it, suckling it, before he caught her nipple between his teeth to hold the soft pink skin while his tongue teased and played with it.

His mind was moving off revenge and onto her allure, rolling her under his body so that he took control. It was going to be that kind of play than. Her eyes closed once more as he traveled south, her breath hitching as she hummed happily. When his teeth caught her nipple she gasped, eyes popping open to look down at the cocky man.

"Gentle, I'm fragile," she joked, laughing as she dropped her head again. Her laugh echoed around them smooth and high, sounding quite beautiful. Rolling her head as the pleasure continued, she caught sight of a guard watching them through the glass, the faint outline of his hands down his pants evident. Unsurprising. It wouldn't be the first time they gained an audience. She ignored him and returned her full attention to Eli, running and digging her nails into his scalp then down to his back, humming and purring as he continued to tease her.

"Elijah, baby, don't tease," she whined playfully.

She was without a doubt the only thing that could distract him. Her moan’s that perfect pitch that made his very being crave every inch of her. His mouth moved to the other breast, playing and lavishing in her perfect breast.

Oh god was it perfect.

Eli couldn’t help but chuckle at her response.

“You’re the least fragile beauty I’ve ever known.” He breathed, his husky voice vibrating against her bare breast. Her attention diverged for a moment, catching on to their already growing audience. Not the first time.

“Not quite like New York eh?” He breathed, his lips fluttering down her body, his hand’s having already spread her well-toned legs.

She truly was a perfect being.

His finger’s moved to her warmth, playing with her white his mouth quickly followed. His fingers didn’t waste a moment, sliding into her tight pussy while his mouth suckled at her clit that tasted so sweetly of her juices. He could taste the other men – and women but he ignored those tastes and honed in on the sheer honey that poured from her pleasure filled pussy as his fingers continued to pump within her – slow and teasing at first.

New York. She had almost forgotten that one.

"Nothing like Times Square," she giggled, agreeing, "Elijah....god, your such a tease."

Her voice rolled his name out with a soft whisper, like a spoken promise. A secret promise only he could understand. Her back arched as he dove further south, a moan escaping her pink lips as her eyes rolled back and her fingers dug into the mattress. It was like fireworks had gone off as his tongue began to lick and suck, playing with her as only he knew how. She had yet to find another better at this than him. He just knew her body too well.

"Stop teasing," her voice came out soft and whispy, obviously holding back another moan, "or are you waiting for more admirers?"

Luckily it was still one guard, and as most patients were still asleep the halls were dead so he could just stand and watch. Pervert. At least there wasn't a group with him. One time Eli had gotten cocky and put on a show, much to the delight of a handful of guards watching. Men.

[Arriving from Cell Block C]

Daniella ponder how long Kaige must have been a patient as they headed into the elevator. When had the girl not been here? The more she thought about it the more it made sense that Candice Whitehorn could indeed be this girl's aunt. She kept her thoughts to herself though, knowing better than to express her hypothesis. If she was right, Kaige could very well get defensive or even violent. Not to mention what hell she would bring on herself from Mrs. Whitehorn if she thought Daniella a threat, or a nuisance. Staying on a board member's good side was crucial for this job, especially as a lowly nurse. One wrong step and Daniella would be unemployed.

The elevator dinged as the doors reopened, now exiting onto the second basement level, Block A. The change of floors was obvious. Where Cell Block C was grungy and dirty, and full of small cement cells lined down the halls for solitary confinement, this level was clean and white. The tiled floors were waxed, glistening white and clean of stains. The walls were a similar shade, giving off a hospital feel to it all. Door lined the hall until it broke into a four-way, and then the cell's started. Lined up side by side, there was almost no white cement walls to be seen as the glass walls took their places, showing off each patient inside. Daniella let Kaige pause and look into one that was currently empty. It was double the size of the solitary cell's, and cleaner. There was a small twin sized mattress in the corner, with a folded blanket and pillow on top of it. Nothing fancy or extreme, but it was a luxury in this place for the patients. There was also a lack of a toilet in the room, whereas in Kaige's old cell there had been a small, filthy toilet in the corner she had to live with.

"There are no need for toilets in the cell's," Daniella explained, "There are shared washrooms on this level for that."

She pulled Kaige along to the left of the four way, where there was a plain empty hall way before it broke into another fourway. If they turned right they would see cell's again. If they continued forward they would reach the cafeteria. But Daniella wasn't here for the tour, she was simply getting the girl ready to move up. A patient would come and do the tours.

"This way," she touched her then, lightly on the arm as she guided her to the left, away from the wafting smell of food ahead of them. In the small corridor that they had turned into there were two doors on the left, and two archways on the right. On the left was a swinging door with a washroom sign above it and a guard leaning against the wall next to it, looking calm. Beside him on his left was a second door that looked locked.

"Janitor and supply closet," Daniella pointed out, "Only a guard can let you in there, so if you need cleaning supplies, you ask him."

On the right side of the corridor the two archways were rather far apart from each other, and looking straight in all one could see was a concrete wall. But it was actually just a barrier, and as Daniella and Kaige approached they could see to the left it opened into a rather large room. Both archways opened into the same room, a wide open room with a simple wall in the middle, cut short at either end so that anyone could move from either side. What made this room special were the shower heads sticking out of the walls and the little knobs below them with blue and red painted on either side. The floor was littered with drains in a long line along the walls, the floor slanted just barely to make the water run into them. As they entered they got a good view of two girl's showering seperately while chatting animately, and on the other side of the wall they could hear a couple guy's talking, along with another girl.

"The shower's are a shared space, alike the bathrooms," Daniella explained, "You don't get the luxury of privacy in Eternal Peaks, but we are granting you the luxury of showering when you need to on this floor. Unlike Block C, where you get no showers, and Block B, where you are escorted when told, in Block A it is up to you when you shower. But we expect you to keep up with your hygiene.

"Someone moving up to Block A Daniella?" one of the girl's turned, her eyes glowing red as she asked politely and in a chipper tone.

"Indeed she is," Daniella spoke back in a calm manner, "How's your sessions with Dr. Prax going?"

"Great," she smiled, walking up to them, her breast's bouncing as she did, "I haven't had an accident in five days!"

"Excellent."

"I'm Amber by the way," she smiled at Kaige, "Anyways I better get to washing. My shift start in the hour."

She pointed at a clock sitting just over the archway, ticking away. It was well past 9 am now. As Amber bounced away Daniella directed Kaige to the nearest shower head, pointing out the small dispenser above the shower knob that would turn the water on.

"Twist the knob for cold or not water, then press it to turn on. It is timed so it will shut off after two minutes. If you need more water, press it again. There are dispensers under each shower head, the left side contains shampoo, the right side soap. You will use both when cleaning yourself. You may undress now Kaige and shower. I am going to step out and collect some new clothes for you."

This was the part that was always a little risky. When being promoted, the patients would always get their first taste of Cell Block A in the showers. It was to rinse them of any grime and show them just a sample of what it was like to be cooperative. Block B's showers did not have the luxury of choosing the temperature, or how long a patient could stay. It was set at lukewarm, and those two minutes were all a patient got to clean themselves, and that was it. Up here, patients were given more freedom, in exchange for more compliancy. The risky part though was that Daniella was leaving the shower rooms, leaving Kaige alone for five minutes. When Daniella reemerged into the hallway alone she nodded at the guard, who instantly was on high alert, ready for anything. Most of the time, patients took this part well, reveling in the fact they weren't being monitored for a few minutes. They enjoyed their shower and when the nurse came back with their clothing they were ready to go. Once in a while though the patients took it as an opportunity to try and escape, and often it ended disasterously for all parties involved. Daniella could only hope Kaige chose the correct one, or else she'd be right back in Block C so quickly it would make her fleeting time on this floor feel like a dream.

Stepping back the way she had come, Daniella strolled towards the elevators once more, then turned into a small offset room near them with the LAUNDRY sign above. Inside was a wide room with washer's stacked along one wall and dryer's along the other. Patients on shift and nurses mixed in here, getting the facilities laundry done. The place was bustling with noise and chatter. In here Block A patients helped out with cleaning and folding laundry, working alongside the nurses observing and aiding them. It wasn't the worst job in here, and most times everyone was cheerful like this morning. Daniella said hello as she entered and got a chorus back, before walking over to the shelves near the door, stacked full of an assortment of fresh, folded laundry. A shelf for towels...a shelf for blankets...pillows...scrubs...ah, patient clothing.

Daniella picked out each of the four pieces, estimating Kaige's size. A tank top, t-shirt, sweatpants, and shorts. From Kaige's wardrobe she could tell the girl had only ever been given two pieces, but now she was in Block A. Yet another difference.

"Newbie?" one of the nurses asked, stepping up beside her with a handful of fresh folded towels.

"Yep. Hey, can I steal one of those towels?"

"Sure. You doing okay this morning Daniella? You look a little worn already."

The blonde looked away, steeling herself as her heart suddenly clenched, those emotions lurching back to the forefront of her mind. No, she wasn't okay. She'd been rejected and humilated last night and she was still stuck working under Dr. Vera's department, unable to avoid the doctor.

"Just one of those nights," she lied, taking the towel, "Thanks. I should get back before the patient gets any ideas."

"Good point."

Daniella turned and headed back out the room, retracing her steps. It had been at most five minutes, but that was still a long time. She readied herself to walk into the worst, reaching the second four-way and looking over to the archways...

Location: Cell Block A
Tag: Daniella

Her dirty bare feet carefully, slowly touched the pristine white floors of cell block A. For the first time ever, Kaige was seeing a whole new side of Eternal Peaks. Something like this was something she never dreamed possible. It all seemed so….so normal. It felt like she was dreaming, but Kaige knew she was wide awake. The smells filled her nose. How clean it was, the food cooking, it all was overpowering. She took another step. The floor was shiny. Her feet, covered in a mixture of her own filth and dried blood, were a stark contrast against the tiles. She clearly looked out of place.

“Well slap me in the ass and call me shitfaced,” she said unable to contain her smile. “I’ll be damn. You know I never thought something like this was up here. I thought the doctors were all fucking with me when they talked about cell block A, but damn if they were not telling me the truth.” She flashed the nurse a glance, clearly looking her over again. “Sorry about the elevator. I wasn’t trying to hurt you or nothing. Just a reaction is all. I’d say no sweat, but I think between those delicious tits of yours’ I see some sweat. So….yeah.” Kaige clearly didn’t fit in there, and it would take some time to see if she belonged.

As they continued down the hall, the beauty in white stopped in front of a cell. Kaige moved to the rather large glass pane and looked inside. “Damn! Look at that! That’s..a big ass..room. Whoa! And that’s a..bed..over in the corner? You mean I get to sleep..on a bed? With a pillow?” Her eyes were wide. “No shitter,” she said turning to look at Daniella. “A shared shitter? Well,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “If they can handle the smell, I’m okay with it. I know I’ve got a sexy ass.”

She stepped back from the glass at Daneilla’s urging. Even it was far cleaner than anything in Cell Block C. If this was truly the kind of cell she would be sleeping in, it was something to look forward to. Kaige was skeptical. This place, and her parents, had taught her to never trust anyone. People lie. That was her philosophy. She wouldn’t believe it until she actually laid her head down on the pillow inside the cell. “But the food is that way,” she whined, feeling and hearing her stomach rumble. “My diet has consisted of mostly toe and fingernails and any stray bugs that may have been unlucky enough to get inside my cell. At least I had a hot meal those nights,” she mused. Sadly it wasn’t a lie. Kaige had drastically lost weight in this place.

They neared the sign above the doors, and Kaige took note of the guard. ‘Now this is starting to feel familiar.’ She sighed, her smile vanishing as a sinking feeling filled her. ‘He’ll probably come in a fuck me. Yeah. That’s his job.’ Nodding at Daniella, she kept averting her eyes over to the guard. He wasn’t the only one on high alert. ‘I do that, and he wants a quickie in the closet as payment. I know how this place works.’

Daniella continue on, letting her know how the showers and her new found freedom would work. It was up to her to keep clean. She hadn’t had that responsibility since she was in the forest, even then it was something she didn’t do. “Yeah. I got it. Shit and shower when you want to. Keep it clean. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” The girl caught her attention for several reasons as she spoke. One, she was cheerful. Cheerful was something new in this place. Two, she didn’t lose that when she spoke about her sessions. ‘Are her sessions that good,’ she wondered. Three, her bouncy tits. Kaige loved tits, and this girl had a nice set all soaped up and clean. Subconsciously she licked her lips starring. “Yes you are Amber,” Kaige mumbled as the girl turned and walked away. Kaige looked at the clock, taking note of the time. “I think I know what time I wanna shower if she’s gonna be here at this time everyday.”

Daniella explained the showers well enough. Actually it was good that she did. Kaige hadn’t seen one since she was a little girl. She watched her disappear, and for the first time, Kaige felt….free. Even though she was still locked up inside this place, she felt free. The others finished up and left, and she found herself standing there alone. Gripping the hem of her shirt, she paused, nervous about taking it off. She kept looking towards the doors, expecting to see the guard come in at any moment. After a while, she looked around the showers again, taking in the sight once more. That’s when she saw it. A mirror hung giving the patients a chance to see their full reflection. What she saw took her breath away and broke her heart. Slowly she traversed the gap until she was right in front of it. Kaige hadn’t seen her own reflection like this since she was a little girl living at home with her parents. Everything had changed so much. The girl in the mirror was not that little girl anymore. She had grown up and changed so much by this place, and yet she noticed it. It was her parents looking back at her. She had her mother’s fiery red hair underneath all the grime that covered her. Her father’s eyes were looking at her. Her dirty finger ran down her nose. Yeah. She still had his nose, and her lips were like her mother’s. She remembered how she would put on lipstick with her mother, and then her mother would tell her to go kiss daddy. He would laugh as she decorated his face with lip prints. The woman in the mirror wasn’t that cute, innocent little girl anymore. She was covered in filth no person should ever have to suffer. The bruises were dulled by the dirt, but they could still be seen. She took the hem of her shirt and lifted it from her body, freeing her breasts. Her skin was pale, but here the bruises could be seen even better. Finger sized ones from being groped. Without hesitation, she pulled her pants down and the trend continued. She was disgusted with her own reflection and wanted to smash the mirror, but at the same time, she couldn’t look away. ‘What if I never get the chance to see myself again? What will I look like….clean?’ The thought drew her from the mirror and over to the showers. Reaching the knobs with ease, she smiled. The last time she did this, she had to stand on her tip toes to do so. She turned the knob and the water rained down upon her, and Kaige leaned her head to the wall. The mess from her years in C began to wash down her legs and into the drain. Her legs, coated with filth, were also covered in hair. She looked like a man. Kaige had never learned how to shave her legs. She was only 8 when her parents left her. “12 years,” she said. “12 years I’ve been alone and locked up.” She reached for the shampoo, and began to work it into her hair. It was the first step to getting clean. When she was finished and stood before the mirror, again the reflection had changed. There was no denying her parents in her, as much as she wished she could. She placed on hand on the mirror and one on her face as she continued to inspect her reflection. She whispered, “Hello mom. Hello dad. It’s been so long..since I’ve seen you. Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me alone to suffer this place? Didn't you love me?"

Daniella had not ignored Kaige's slight flirtations, with her and with the patient, Amber. As she strolled back there was a thought...just a small one...of enjoying the patient. Forgetting the heartbreak for a single moment and enjoying a woman's body. But then she shook her head. She wasn't one of them, the staff that used this place as an excuse for their perversions. She would never throw herself on a patient, and there was a certain disgust in Daniella at even thinking of sleeping with a patient. They were here for a reason. So was she. Sex wasn't part of her job.

She was happy to see that nothing had exploded while she was gone. Going to the supply closet, she grabbed a small bag known as a "starter" kit before locking up and moving away towards the showers.

"She's been quiet in there," the guard piped up as Daniella strolled past him.

"That's a good sign," the nurse spoke back, "means she isn't causing any problems. Can you redirect any patients who come down this way? They can use the other showers. I need a few minutes in there alone."

"Of course ma'am."

She stepped in, seeing Kaige standing at the mirror staring at herself. Neither stepping forward or making any loud noise, Daniella simply coughed, keeping her eyes anywhere but on the patient's round ass. If she kept staring those thoughts might just come back.

"Kaige? I brought you a towel and your clothes. I also need to prep you for Block A. Are you cleaned?"

Location: Cell Block A, showers
Tag: Daniella

The cough didn’t startle her, nor did her voice. It was her question. “Prep me,” she said turning around and pressing her back to the mirror. Old instinct. Never turn your back on an enemy, and anyone who worked her was an enemy. Well, except for aunt Candy. “What do you mean prep me? You talking about putting some kind of needle in me?” The water that still remained on the shower floor began to heat. “You gonna stick me with something? I don’t think so,” she said shaking her head. The temperature in the room clearly rising. “I don’t like needles. Last doc who tried that….I didn’t mean it, okay. It just….happened. I can’t..always..control it. I mean I’ve got good control, but when I’m..I just can’t..always..control it.” The water was starting to bubble, boiling. “Just back off. Back off! You’re not sticking me with no FUCKING NEEDLES!”

Daniella was taken aback. She hadn't mentioned needles and this girl was already freaking out. The guard would surely come in if she spoke any louder, concerned for the nurse's well being. There was a small shelf to hold towels and such against the concrete wall hiding the archway leading into the hall and giving the showers some privacy. Daniella placed the clothing and towel on the shelf then opened up the small kit, which was actually a frosted white plastic bag with a zipper, full of various things. What she pulled out was a hairbrush, holding it up to the light.

"Calm down Mayfair. It's not a needle, its a hairbrush. You just came from a lower block, which means you were denied a few necessities. I need to fix that hair of yours. No needles."

Maybe a razor though...if she lets me shave those legs of hers. Jesus, how long has she been cooped up?

"If you work with me we can be done before lunch," she explained, her voice and face stern, "Lunch is served at noon. Would you like lunch? If so, you will calm down now and allow me to prep you. Otherwise, I'm going to have to return you downstairs. It's your choice Kaige. Your choice."

Location: Cell Block A, Showers
Tag: Daniella aka nursezilla

Her hands came up, ready to attack as the nurse began to unzip the bag. “I warned you,” she whispered, feeling the tingle in her fingertips already. She eyed the hairbrush as relief slowly began to wash over her. ‘I was ready to attack….because of a hairbrush?’ Kaige felt..silly. Had being here really done this to her? Of course it had. She slowly lowered her hands as Daniella continue to talk. “My.. hair? What’s wrong with my,” she turned around looking into the mirror, “hair? Oh. Yeah. That.” Her hair was clean, but it was beyond tangled and matted. “12 years of not combing it will do that you know. You don’t have that problem though. Do you? No. You get to go home to your warm bed and lover. Not to mention your hair is shorter than Rufio’s dick, and trust me, that’s saying something. If the man’s cock gets any smaller it’s gonna look like a finger down there. A pinkie. He can pinkie promise with his cock.”

She turned back around to her, starting to relax a bit more. “Okay then. Sure I want lunch. Like I said, my diet of toe and finger nails with the occasional bug is just not up to standards. I’d like to complain to management, but then I might lose the one desert I get from time to time. Cum. Yeah the guards and docs are really good about giving me that. Hey. A girls gotta eat. Right?” Again she caught her eyes roaming the nurse’s body. “You look like you eat well. Bet it ain’t the same thing I been eating. Then again, maybe that man you got at home gives you a nice desert every night too.”

Kaige made her way over to her with her normal swagger, confident and far too sexual for someone who had been in this place as long as she had. “Thanks for the help and the food. Ain’t use to that around here. Seems like a lot of things are changing. Hope I can keep up. Then again, I’m a real fast learner. Had to be. Ain’t nobody around to teach me. Learn or die. Right sexy nurse?” Kaige never really gave her a chance to answer to her questions or comments. She figured the nurse probably didn’t anyway. Most of the people who worked here thought the patients were lower than scum. They didn’t care what they thought or had to say. “So lets do this. I’m hungry, and I wanna go,” she paused looking over at the kit. “What the hell is that,” she asked, pointing to the razor. “I know a blade when I see one, even one that tiny. What the fuck is that thing, and just what in the hell did you think you were gonna do with it?”

Daniella bit back her laugh at the comments. A lover? No, her broken heart was for entirely other reasons. The puffy rings around her eyes were not a sign that she had been crying last night. Please.

"If you're trying to get under my skin, I've heard it all," Daniella commented back, trying harder not to look at this patient's body. She was far more comfortable in her skin than Daniella was in hers. Hell, last night had been the first time she'd admitted she had feelings for a woman. She had been with a man once or twice before, but it had never pleased her. She knew why now. She wasn't about to open up to this patient though, or correct her statements of having a lover, or that any lover would be male. Her personal orientation was none of this girl's business.

Her cheeks started growing red the closer Kaige got, knowing she was going to have to stare at this woman's body for the next hour or so. The last time she had done a Block A prep it had been a male...much easier.

"This is a razor," she explained, pulling it out, "To shave your legs and armpits. Which we will do too. I won't shave...down there," her cheeks got pinker, "Unless you ask. It's not necessary prep, its only optional."

Location: Cell Block A
Tag: The sexy, naughty nurse aka Daniella

Kaige watched as she pulled the razor from the bag. She remembered seeing them as a child in her mother’s bathroom, but she had never used one. She reached for it, feeling the plastic surrounding the blade. It didn’t take a genius to know not to touch the blade. When Daniella mentioned shaving down there, Kaige turned her attention from inspecting the blade to her. Curiosity was clear on her face. “Down there,” she asked, raising her eyebrows. No sooner did the question leave her lips did the realization of what she was talking about hit her. “OH! You mean….down there. Well I…..” Pausing it was clear she was thinking it over. “Well hell girl you gonna take away my fun. I love watching the doctors spread the hair before they try to have a taste, and it’s even more fun watching them pick hairs out of the mouth as they leave the cell. Then again, I don’t know. It could be fun. I could see my pussy and not feel like I had another head growing hair down there. Sure. Why not,” she shrugged. “But why do girls even shave at all? I mean this hair ain’t been bothering me. The pervert guards is another story, but I don’t give a damn about them. Why should I? They sure as shit don’t care about me.” Her eyes flickered down for a moment before looking back at her. “Nobody does.”

She nodded, as if in her own way trying to push the conversation away from the lack of concern for her. “You do this,” she asked turning her attention back to the razor. “You shave you legs. I can see that. What about your pits and pussy? I ain’t asking you to show me. Your husband or boyfriend would just assume beat the hell outta me for looking. Just a question is all. Nothing more, but if you don’t wanna answer, I get it. Ain’t none of my business anyways.”

Kaige reached for the brush, allowing her thumb to run over it. She knew her hair was a mess, and she wondered if she would be allowed to keep this. The razor from the kit was probably a big no as it could be used as a weapon, but then again, so could her ability. A razor seemed small in comparison, but then again, they did keep her locked up. Had it not been for aunt Candy, she would still be down there rotting in that cell. “Alright then,” she began handing her the hairbrush. Let’s get started nurse….I don’t even know your name. What’s your name?”

Why did she get stuck with this? This girl talked about so many...personal things. Daniella wasn't sure she had ever had to listen to a patient be so forward yet. Most of them clammed up. Turning away, she walked to the back of the showers near the mirror and there at the break in the wall that split the room was a small plastic stool. Picking it up she placed it near the mirror and directly under a shower, so she could wash Kaige as she worked. In the minute it took her to do this she had calmed herself, her cheeks returning to their pale color.

"Sit please," she murmured, waving at the stool before sighing, "And please, no more talk of men. I understand you might like them, but some of us...don't."

Especially single nurses whose advances the night before had been rejected. She waited for Kaige to sit then knelt down, ignoring that her scrubs were getting wet. She had chosen black scrubs today with short sleeves and tighter pants. The outfits the nurses wore weren't flattering, but at least they were easy to wash. At her height now she was directly facing Kaige's pussy and the idea...no. No. Stop that. She's a patient. A creature. You are a nurse. You have a job.

A job that required her to clean this girl up, the two of them alone in the shower room, no cameras on them. The showers were the only place in the whole facility other than the staff quarters that were unmonitored. They had cameras at the archways, but they couldn't see past the cement walls set up for privacy, so what went on in the showers was unknown to security. All of this went through Daniella's mind as she pulled out some shaving cream and got to work, being quick about shaving the girls armpits and then legs, cutting through hair that had never been shaved before. After her armpits and the first leg she had to turn the shower head on to wash away the hair, getting slightly wet in the process. No one can see though. But that could be good...or bad. Kaige could as easily kill me as she could tackle me and force her lips- no Daniella. Focus. She might be pretty, but its just your broken heart talking. It's just that empty hole Rupi left...that stupid, idiotic hole that thought someone pretty might want an awkward lesbian like me.

The second time she turned the shower on she slipped a little in the water and half of her front was soaked, making Daniella sigh in exasperation. She moved out of the water fall and let it fall on Kaige as she sat there, washing the last of the hair on her legs away. Now her shirt clung to her, highlighting her perky breasts, her nipples hard from the cold air.

"Would you still like me to shave...else where now?"

Location: Cell Block A, Showers
Tag: sexy, naughty nurse aka Daniella

Kaige watched her with ever growing curiosity. ‘A stool? Has that always been there? Wait. She didn’t leave to get it. So it must have been.’ When she directed her to sit, Kaige nodded and strolled over towards her. “Don’t sweat it honey. I’ll fuck anything with a pulse. I ain’t only into men. I’m into feeling good. Ya know?” She tiled her head before giving her a nod. Sitting down, she jumped right back up. “Damn thing is cold! Maybe I should rub my tits all over it to warm it up? Nah. I’m good.” She sank back down and wiggled her hips, as if she were rubbing the stool with her ass to warm it up. “Just right,” she purred before flashing her eyes up at Daniella. “Ready when you are.”

She went about the task of shaving her. AS the hair came off, Kaige was amazed. More of her body was revealed to her. The feeling of slick, smooth skin was unlike anything she had felt. She was enamored with her own soft flesh. Daniella shaved one of her legs, and Kaige continued to inspect her armpits. “Why the fuck don’t men shave that shit off? They’re missing out big time.” Looking down she noticed the hair running towards the drain, and she got her first glimpse at her shaved legs. “Oh. Wow. Look at that. Son of a bitch that’s smooth. You do good work.”

Daniella worked efficiently but quietly. It was a fact that Kaige didn’t mind. She could tell when someone wanted to be left alone. It was the why part she struggled with. Reading people was something that being locked up had helped and hindered. When the men came into her cell, she knew what they wanted. Their body language told them if she was going to beaten or raped. With this woman, she had no clue. Her slipping in the water made Kaige turn around. Stifling a laugh she told her, “that’s what you get for starring at my ass. All you had to do was ask honey. I would have stood up and let you take it all in.”

The water touched her once more, and Kaige reveled in it. She wondered if she would ever get tired of feeling it. A smile plastered across her lips as Daniella asked her about shaving further. “You bet honey. This is fucking great. I want more. I want to see it and touch it.” She leaned back slightly for her and spread her knees apart a bit further. “Does that help? Do you want me to do anything else? Just say the word.”

Daniella hid her feelings well. It was just part of her job. She had hidden her growing infatuations for Rupi for months. Now she was hiding her broken heart from this patient. As she knelt down for a third time, she let out her breath, knowing she'd have to be careful. First shaving cream. like slapping a bandaid on, Daniella simply slathered some shaving cream on without much touching. Then she set to work, her cheeks a hot red the minute to razor began cutting through Kaige's thick bush. Any man doing this would have been giggling by now, or had their dick plunging into her, wanting to play with the sexually open girl. But Daniella was much too shy around pretty women, and while she tried to remain the in control one, the nurse felt like she was faltering.

"Halfway done," she muttered to herself, when she was done the easiest parts. Now for the more sensitive areas. She worked slower here, leaning in to make sure she didn't miss. It wasn't like anyone was going to inspect her handiwork but Kaige, but Daniella was a bit of a perfectionist. She still wanted her job done right. Time seemed to tick by as Kaige sat still, letting Daniella do all the work. The blonde nurse remained on her knees the whole time, her body between Kaige's legs, one hand holding a thigh open, the other shaving. She got so concentrated she began biting her lip, a cute tick of hers when she over focused on something.

"And done," she breathed, freeing her lip and instinctively blowing at the hair sticking to her skin, breathing hot air against Kaige's sex, "Sorry, habit."

Location: Cell Block A, showers
Tag: That sexy nurse Daniella

She worked. The woman clearly took pride in a job well done. It was just a simple job, and yet the woman was so diligent. When she bit her lip slightly, Kaige’s eyes narrowed for a moment. It was a tiny gesture, but she found it beautiful and endearing. She wasn’t such a hardass. ‘Then why is she here,’ she wondered. The only time she took her eyes off of her was when she leaned back, allowing the water to gently flow down her breasts and wash away some of the shaving cream and her hair. It was never for a long period of time as she wanted to watch. She wanted to see this woman work.

She moved a bit closer to the sensitive spot at the apex between her legs. A gasp escaped her lips, and she waited to see if Daniella noticed. If she did, she didn’t react. Her hand was warm and soft on her thigh. The nurse had a soft touch. It was….unusual….for this place. ‘Is this another change from C that I’ll have to get use to?’

She blew against her sex, and again Kaige gasped. This time her thighs tightened slightly, and her cheeks began to burn. It was a fire within her, but it wasn’t her powers. She shifted slightly on the stool. Both her hands grasped the plastic of the seat. “It’s..okay. Really. It’s okay. You did..a good job. Really take pride in your work..don’t you? I mean..you should..and all.” Kagie couldn’t believe it. She was flustered. This woman actually had her stumbling over her words. Her eyes looked up to the door, expecting to see guards rushing in at any moment. If they were going to come in, then she decided to make her time count. She moved one hand to rub over the fresh skin. The sensation was overpowering. “My skin. That’s my..skin..on my pussy..and I can feel it. There’s no hair there. Just..skin. My skin. It’s..fuck I don’t know a word to describe it. It’s just..wow. You gotta feel this,” She told her, reaching for her hand and placing her fingertip on her freshly shaved sex. “Does it feel normal? Is that how it’s suppose to feel? Does your feel like that? Do you even shave yours’? I mean you gotta. You do such good work. Will it grow back fast? Will you shave it again?” Her questions had been coming rapidly, but with that question, she fell silent for a moment, but just a moment. “Because..I want you to. Will you come back..and shave me again? I’d call you by your name, but you haven’t told me one yet.” Kaige still held the nurse’s hand to her sex. As long as she wasn’t fighting her or screaming, she didn’t want to let go. “Give me your other hand,” she told her softly. “It’s okay. You can touch me. I mean..I want you..to.” Her hand reached for her’s. “Come on then. Let me show you..where you can touch me. Let me show you..where I want you to touch me..if you want to..I mean.”

Shock hit her like a moving train. She hadn't expected Kaige's reaction to be quite like that. Or that she was suddenly...touching...the patient. A million thoughts ran past her mind, from how soft and good it felt, to if Rupi's felt like that too, to why she was still touching her. This was a patient, and she was a nurse. This was not...she shouldn't...they might get caught...but would they? I told the guard not to let anyone in...no one will bother us. Hell, what are you thinking Daniella. Your not one of those perverts, you don't touch the patients here!

But she was practically begging her too. Confused eyes looked up at Kaige, lost in what she was talking about, what she was rambling. Touch her? Did she want to touch this woman? Was Kaige asking her to touch her? Only one question out of them all was answerable for Daniella, the rest making her blush much too hard.

"Daniella," she whispered, her lips shaking slightly as Kaige's hand moved Daniella's against her pussy, "It's Daniella."

Her free hand dropped the razor and moved to push some strands of hair behind her head but got caught but Kaige instead.

"What-" she breathed, not pulling away but only freezing in her spot, holding her breath and waiting.

Location: Cell Block A, Showers
Tag: She has a name Daniella

“Daniella,” she repeated softly. “That’s a pretty name. Daniella. I’m glad you told me. I was one second away from calling sexy nurse, but to be honest..that name fits too. You are..a very sexy nurse.” Kaige continued to move her hand across the smooth skin. When she moved a bit too close to her sensitive spot, Kaige gasped once more, this time making no efforts to hide it. “That feels good Daniella. Do you….touch yourself like this at home? Do you know..how that feels? I could..show you..if you wanted.” Daniella as shy, timid. It was starting to become clear to Kaige. Her usual head on tactics didn’t seem to be getting her anywhere so far. So she decided maybe a different approach would work.

“Let me..use..your fingers,” she told her. “Come on. It’s okay.” Then fingertips that had been caressing her moved at Kaige’s urging to spread her lips open. The air in the showers hit her moist, tender flesh, and once more Kaige gasped for her. “See Daniella? Do you see how..wet..I am? It’s not just the showers. It’s..you. You’re doing this to me with the way you look, the way you smell, the way you talk, the way you touch..me. Just like this. That’s it. Don’t let go of me. I’ve never seen my own..pussy like this before. Is it pretty? Do you like it?”