Private Smut Thread, warnings for underage and non-con

[grandtheftmecha]

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?"

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[grandtheftmecha]

She felt good. For a few short, euphoric moments, Kyoko was loving it, and that's all Katina wanted out of her for now. She carefully pulled her fingers free of Kyoko, standing up and away from her, wiping her hand off on her pants, and then crossing her arms to grin down at her. "Alright, alright, I'll give you a break now. Put your damn pants on and take a nap if you need it."

Now, Katina didn't plan on bothering Kyoko for the rest of the day. She was, after all, trying to control Kyoko without making an actual enemy of her.

[phantomspear]

God, did she forget about her pants? Kyoko had no time to answer that question -or rather, didn't want to answer it-; instead, she quietly reached for her clothes and put them on, without even caring about cleaning herself properly. Ugh, whatever.

Only when she finished, she glared (quite tiredly) at Katina. "You promise?"

[grandtheftmecha]

Kyoko could forget her pants all she wanted - Katina was never gonna get tired of that ass - but they'd probably get in trouble if they just lounged around undressed in their cell. She watched as Kyoko dressed, hands on her hips, before finally making her way to the other side of the cell to sit down. "Yeah. I won't touch you in your sleep. I won't touch you for the rest of the day, unless you ask for it, and I have a feeling you're too worn out for that huh?"

[phantomspear]

"Hn," it was enough for Kyoko. At least for now, she could only trust Katina would keep her word.

But wait, why only 'the rest of the day'? Did it mean Katina would start bugging her the next day? Kyoko frowned, but she didn't feel like fighting because of that.

"I still hope you choke and die," she said, getting inside her bed and falling sleep soon after that.