Dreams (part 1)

“Are you paying attention Twenty?” the aging captain asked her sharply.

“Yes mam!”

“Good, because forgetting to follow these basic safety regulations can get you **** and killed in a place like this,” the old woman explained, wagging her finger in warning, “Now dismissed.”

As the young guards walked away she sighed. She knew the old crone meant well but these constant lectures were tiresome and completely unnecessary.

Sure, she had heard the horror stories of male prisoners overpowering the smaller female guards in secluded areas of the prison. The stories brutal **** and **** at the hands of deranged men had terrified her when she had been a cadet, but now she was nearly twenty and had been guarding for a little over a year.

Besides, she told herself, there hadn’t been a serious **** on a guard for nearly six months and with modern security equipment the chances of an attack was almost nil.

Shaking her head the young ebony guard made her way back to the guard dormitories, tantalized by the thought of a rejuvenating shower. Her room, her have, it was the only place on this forsaken rock where she felt she could be herself. Eagerly she began to disrobe, slithering out of the tight one piece uniform that all the guards wore.

She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was tall and athletic but these things only added to her beauty. Giggling she spun around and flopped onto her bed. She could hardly believe it but tonight she would become a woman. She had been seeing Eight for nearly three month now and over the last few weeks things had really started to heat up. Though Eight had initially been **** to take things to the next level, she finally caved under Twenties constant nagging and agree that tonight, the night of Twenty’s twentieth birthday would be the night they consummated their love.

Looking at the time the young guard gasped, Eight would be here to pick her up in just over an hour. Quickly she jumped out of bed and flew into the shower. She moaned as waves of hot water poured over her, glad to finally rid herself of the dirt and crime that inevitably coated her over the course of an average day.

….

Meanwhile, in another part of the prison…

“Prisoner 183 step forward,” the guard ordered impatiently. There was no response.

Angrily the guard walked up to the bars of the tiny cell, “Listen you fuck, if you aren’t either dead or dying I’m gonna castrate…” As she peered into the cell her eyes widened and the colour drained from her face.

“SOUND THE ALARM!”

….

Amidst the sound of falling water Twenty never heard the door to her apartment slide open. She simply stood their, eyes closed and daydreaming as the hot water flowed around her, unaware of the sinister figure lurking just behind her.

Suddenly the water shut off and she turned around grinning, “You’re early…” Her eyes widened when she saw who was standing behind her.

“'Ello lovely!” The toothless prisoner snarled at the dripping guard. She froze, her mind not fully understanding what was happening.

“What…” she was cut off sharply as the inmate jabbed a painstick into her naked abdomen, doubling her over and in agony.

“Be a good li’l hussy an keep dat beautiful trap o’ yur’s shut.”

The pain was excruciating but it faded quickly. Not anxious to feel the pain again she kept her mouth shut.