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It hadn't been that long ago that Katina had 'celebrated' her one year anniversary of her prison stay. A longer one than she thought she deserved; she'd tried to argue it down to involuntary manslaughter, didn't think it was her fault the guy had keeled over when she beat him down for picking a fight with a friend, figured she should be locked up for three years at most...

Ten to fifteen god damn years, they'd given her; said that while she was provoked, she was brutal beyond any reasonable self-defense, even without a weapon, even without breaking his neck or something like she knew she could. At least people were wary of fucking with her from day one, because apparently beating a man to death with your bare hands even had people talking about her in the men's part of the facility, and she'd cracked a rib or two when some of the tougher women wanted to see if she was the real deal.

Katina knew she couldn't take getting ganged up on as well, of course, got along with the guards, had a gang she was starting to roll with. Her cellmate wasn't someone she'd gotten along with, and was lucky when she was moved down to finish out her own sentence. Katina was, frankly, in a lower security facility than she probably should have been anyways, but such was prison politics, and that was made even more stark when her new cellmate showed up.

Some kid, a wet behind the ears, scrawny little redhead who'd gotten thrown in for whatever, Katina didn't really care. She probably didn't know anything about the pecking order, and Katina could take down a few birds with one stone - make sure the kid got in line before she got beaten, show the kid that Katina was someone to worry about, and relieve some of her pent up sexual frustration, because scrawny kid though she was, she was a pretty little thing, and Katina knew the guard's habits well enough to know when she could get away with things.

Waiting for her moment, of course, she was just reading the newspaper, looking bored, glancing over at Kyouko. "They really threw the fuckin' book at you huh?"

Date: 2014-06-12 02:17 am (UTC)
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To tell the truth, it was quite shocking for Kyoko to know she was going to spend the next couple of month behind bars. Like, seriously? All she did was stealing a few things here and there -repeatedly- and occupy fancy hotel rooms she didn't pay for -but no one was using them anyway!-. A girl had to do whatever she needed in order to survive, right?

But it seemed like she was the only one who thought like that, since it didn't matter how much she complained about it, she still ended up in jail. Stupid public lawyers.

"Whatever." Kyoko didn't even bothered rising her head or turning around to face Katina, but instead she kept lying on her side in the bottom bunk of the bunk bed. The cell was small, so it wasn't like she wouldn't hear her, and the younger girl was trying to take a nap. If anything, Katina was the one being rude!

"They're giving me a bed and free food, so..." So she might as well used them.

Date: 2014-06-12 04:29 pm (UTC)
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Kyoko was going to ignore her comment. Come on, she wanted to sleep! She was lying on the bed, body turned toward the wall, how much obvious she had to be so Katina stopped talking to her? She was already in a bad mood, so her comment about cocks and handjobs wasn't exactly welcomed.

It actually made her snap.

"What the hell is your problem?" She yelled, jumping on the bed to face Katina. Kyoko looked pissed, but most of all, embarrassed. What kind of question was that? She could feel her cheeks going red. "What makes you think I'll answer that?!"

Date: 2014-06-12 07:51 pm (UTC)
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Kyoko was far from feeling intimidated by Katina's height, so if that was what she was looking for, she'd have to try another way. The girl had lived in the street, after all, so she was already used to bigger people. That said, she did look surprised. No, shocked. Was she really asking for sex?

"Are you insane?!" Kyoko quickly composed herself, her expression showing anger now and her body tensing. "Who would do something like that? You're disgusting, don't talk to me!"

If things were going to be like that, maybe she should ask to be transferred to another cell.

Date: 2014-06-12 08:45 pm (UTC)
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"Back off."

Kyoko pushed Katina's shoulder, trying to put some distance between them. "You should ask one of those girls then, or fix it yourself, but leave me out of it."

Half-sat in the bed as she was, with Katina blocking the way and the wall behind her, Kyoko obviously felt cornered but did her best to hide it. However, there was some tension on her face that was impossible to conceal.

Just what was Katina thinking?

Date: 2014-06-12 10:01 pm (UTC)
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Well, shit. Kyoko knew things weren't looking good, and she had to do something. She still had months away from freedom and she wasn't going to let someone else use her as they wanted. No way in hell.

"Get off me!"

Kyoko pushed again, and once there was enough space between them, aimed a punch to Katina's cheek. First thing first, and whether or not it connected, Kyoko was going to jump out of the bed, in an attempt to escape - even when she knew there was nowhere to go.
Edited Date: 2014-06-12 10:02 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-06-13 04:58 pm (UTC)
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Kyoko cried in pain and surprise, not expecting her to pull of her hair.

"Let me go, you stupid fuckhead!" She yelled and flailed trying to hit Katina again, but it was hard to do while trying to keep her balance.

She fell on the bed when her legs hit it, but once again she tried to escape, using both her hands and feet to punch and kick if she needed too.

Date: 2014-06-13 08:23 pm (UTC)
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The hit against the wall was strong enough to knock the air from her lungs. Shit, shit. It wasn't her first time being overpowered, but usually she was able to put up more fight. However, Kyoko was still far from giving up.

"Fuck you-" She gasped, trying to free her neck from the powerful grasp of Katina's arm.

Date: 2014-06-16 04:05 pm (UTC)
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Kyoko made a pathetic pained sound, the punch on her kidney making her see stars. She wanted to fight back, but it was hard when she was already struggling to breath. What could she do? It was clear enough -even to her stubborn self- who was the strongest one among them.

She tried to oppose Katina again using her whole body in spite of the pain, but the second blow came making her cry, a black veil starting to cover her sight. Was she going to pass out? Damn it.

"Shut... up..." Kyoko muttered. She didn't want to admit her defeat yet -she wasn't going to admit it-, but even she had to admit fighting was useless at this point. With a click of her tongue, Kyoko lowered her arms and stopped resisting. There you go, you fucking psycho bitch.

Date: 2014-06-16 05:59 pm (UTC)
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Of course, Kyoko wasn't expecting being treated with kindness, but being led by her hair really was getting on her nerves. She whined, falling helplessly back in the bed. So there she was, back in the same place she was less than a minute ago, except this time her body hurt like hell. Yeah, fuck you too, life.

She could feel Katina's hands messing with her clothes, but even if she wanted to, her body refused to fight. Katina would end up doing whatever she wanted to anyway, right? So why bother fighting when it would only bring more pain to her. It was a logical thought: giving Katina what she wanted would save her the abuse, and hadn't she promised she would return the favor?

If she looked at it objectively, the best for her was to cooperate.

...but then Katina completely exposed her ass, making Kyoko's cheeks go red with embarrassment and shame. Oh no, she couldn't let this happen.

"You bitch--!" Forgetting about the pain for a moment, Kyoko started struggling again, weak and clumsy. "What are you doing?!"

Date: 2014-06-17 02:25 am (UTC)
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It was awful. The way Katina touched her was awful and humiliating, but there was nothing Kyoko could do about it. Even her attempts of fighting back went completely ignored as the blonde played with her ass.

"Wait- ah!" She gasped when the finger got inside her, bucking her hips trying to get it out. "Take it out! You stupid... ah-- Take it out!"

It was something she could have enjoyed in other circumstances -maybe with enough preparation, with a caring lover-, but it wasn't the case now. It hurt, it was uncomfortable, degrading, and if she tried to defend herself it would only end up in more pain.

"Fuck you!" It was Kyoko's answer.

Date: 2014-06-17 04:11 pm (UTC)
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A groan escaped her throat when the second finger came in, but her attempts to fight seemed like a mere formality now. She felt defeated and hopeless, and just wanted for everything to finish as soon as possible. "You wouldn't listen even if I said 'please'," Kyoko muttered, resentful.

Her body twisted away from the hand groping her breast -mostly to let Katina know she didn't appreciate her advance- but it didn't hurt, at the very least, so the girl tried not making a fuss at it. Even Katina's comment didn't seem to bother her... though it didn't mean she would answer what she thought was a stupid question.

"Just what do you want from me?" Kyoko asked in return, even when she didn't expect a proper response either.

Date: 2014-06-17 07:16 pm (UTC)
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She knew it. The third digit made her wince, a low groan rising from her chest that Kyoko tried to muffle biting her lower lip. "Shit-" It hurt, it burned, it made her feel sick to her stomach, but she didn't want to give Katina the pleasure of hearing her. It was the first time, after all. She had given a couple of blowjobs in exchange of money, but she never allowed anyone to get inside her... and damn it, if it felt like this, she would have remained a virgin for her whole life, for all she cared.

"I'm not yours," she complained as she grabbed Katina's hand -but she didn't dare to move it away, the pain of resisting her still too fresh on her mind-. "And I won't be your bitch..."

If only she could sound as intimidating as she wanted, but her trembling voice was filled with pain and disgust.

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Date: 2015-03-26 04:49 pm (UTC)
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Kyoko was kind of surprised to find out that Katina did keep her promise. And even went a little further, since the next day went by without any kind of incident. It worked for Kyoko, since it gave her some time to try adjusting to the prison routine. Food, showers, gym, library - they had a little time for a lots of activities that weren't work, but to Kyoko's annoyance, everything seemed overcrowded. Her only chance to get some alone time was in her cell, but even then Katina was always there and... well, she couldn't help feeling way too self-conscious. So sue her!

And then, the next day, she found the showers empty. Since it was a big room, just like a giant box, with several showers on each side and no stalls to separate them, it was impossible for anyone to hide in there. No, Kyoko was positively sure that it was completely empty.

Weird. It wasn't bad, since she was still not used to being naked in front of a bunch of other women, but it still made her wonder.

"What's this?" She asked to Katina, knowing she was right behind her. "Where's everyone?"

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