Solitary Con-fuckment

"Trick is with these girls?" Thunderlane gave you a grin from behind his goatee, lowering his tone. "Gotta show 'em who's boss..." he started strutting forwards, and you followed him without letting your hint of hesitation show. "Gotta prove to them that you hold the power, that no matter what they do, what they say, they're not really people. Understand, new guy?"

You could feel yourself biting your tongue as you nodded. Thunderlane hadn't been hard to find, he seemed to make a point of being the most noticeable guy in the room, and you were assaulted by his cologne before you even entered the same room as him. "So, what do these rounds consist of?" Ask questions, show some initiative. Surely that was the way to show that you were actively engaged in your job.

When Thunderlane turned to look at you, you could swear you caught some element of twisted glee in his eyes. "This? Oh, it's nothing special. Just a quick survey of the area, check for contraband, make sure no one's fucking in plain sight, the usual." He flexed his muscular frame as he walked, puffing out his chest. You noticed that his presence drew uneasy stares from the inmates present, and you were quickly becoming another set of eyes to add to that list. You came into the dorm rooms together, finding that they were laid out in sets of two beds separated by walls on each side of the room. It almost reminded you of a camp, or a school dorm.

Just more sparse, more white and falsely pristine. Knowing you were meant to be shadowing Thunderlane, you allowed him to take the lead, but in reality, you had no clue what you were expected to do just yet, so it would be worthless for you to try to lead. He walked up to a pair of girls, who stood at attention at the end of the open plan walls to their 'room'. One of them was a short, busty thing with flowing pink hair and a pale yellow skin, looking about ready to crumple like a leaf. She didn't look as if she belonged here at all.

The other seemed to be her polar opposite. She had brown skin and white, spiky hair, and while she barely stood a few inches taller, the way she squared her shoulders and tensed her athletic frame made it clear that she wasn't to be fucked with.

But Thunderlane didn't seem to care one bit about the perceived threat. He moseyed on up to the pair of them, spinning and putting an arm on each of their shoulders, pulling them close. "Inmates... inmates! Such a hot day to be cooped up inside, you should be out enjoying yourselves, taking the place in!" A nasty grin. "It does get pretty boring in here, don't you want to see the outside for a little, even from afar?"

The white haired inmate jerked away, but the other looked too gripped by fear to move. Slowly, defensively, she began to pull her away too. "I would go outside, officer, but you banned me and Shy here from the track, remember?"

Thunderlane raised an eyebrow, clearly feigning ignorance. "Oh, I did? Well, that must have been some time ago, because I don't seem to recall." He leaned forwards, towering over the pair of them and reveling in the step back they took. "Remind me, why did I stop you before?"

"It was three weeks ago, and it was for running too fast." The white haired girl spat, staring directly at him.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Thunderlane reached forwards, pressing his hands against the bottom of Fluttershy's breasts and softly pushing up. "Shouldn't have been encouraging this one to run so fast, those knockers could have taken someone's eye out, swinging around like that. I think I made the responsible decision, don't you?"

Fluttershy recoiled instantly, her eyes wide with fear. The other inmate only growled. Meanwhile, you couldn't believe what you were hearing, or seeing. Did Thunderlane really just put his hands on an inmate's tits like that? Where did he get off? And for that matter... "Wait, you're telling me that you banned two girls from using the running track for running too fast? Isn't that a good thing?"

Thunderlane spun on his heels, clicking his fingers. "Hush, new boy! Speak when spoken to, respect the rank, blah blah blah."

"I have a name, you know," you responded, suddenly feeling quite heated amidst his treatment of both yourself and both the girls beside him.

"And I have a higher rank than you, bub, so do me a favour and keep your mouth shut before I write you up for insubordination. We'll get along a lot better if you don't question me, capiche?"

Oh, this guy was a total asshole. Why did Nightstick even tolerate him? Did she not realise how bad he was? You were seething, you could feel your face beginning to redden, but... You knew it was best not to make a thing of this now. If you blew up at him straight away, it'd look bad on you. Report it later, that was your best bet. "Yes, sergeant."

"Good boy!" Thunderlane walked over and gave you a pat on the head, and you could feel the intensity of your snarl. Thunder pouted only a few inches from your face. "Oh, doggie doesn't bite, does he?"

Lose the glare, lose it. Slowly, painfully, you returned to a blank, lightly amicable expression, though you felt your muscles rebelling all the way. Not snapping at this prick was looking like it'd quickly turn into one of the hardest things you'd ever do. You honestly felt sorry for these two girls, Fluttershy especially, and as you glanced at them again, you found they were both looking at you. Fluttershy's eyes were soft, almost appreciative, but the other girl appeared wary.

Eventually, Thunder lost interest in tormenting you. "Right, inspection!" Waltzing into the room, he began to pick up and hurl random objects around, books and photo albums and toiletries alike. Eventually, he flipped one of the mattresses, throwing it into the middle of the room, and walked back out. The whole time, he'd been humming a deceptively happy tune, and it was quite clear from the manner of his actions that he hadn't actively been searching for anything. "Inspection results are in: your room's a total fucking mess. Sort it out within the hour or I'll rain shit on you, you two understand?"

Fluttershy couldn't even look at him, the other girl gave what must have been the stiffest nod of her life.

"Right, I've gotta go take a piss. Make sure these two start cleaning up." He sauntered off, that same hum resuming, rising in volume.

It was rare you wanted to punch someone this much. As soon as he was out of sight, Fluttershy began shuddering, and the other girl was right by her side to offer reassurance, stroking her hair. "Now, come on, you'll be alright. Just don't be a pussy about it, okay?"

Well, some form of reassurance, at least. A couple of sniffles as she enjoyed the moment, and Fluttershy took a deep breath, looking up again. "I... I know. Thank you, Gilda."

"Don't mention it." Gilda backed away before doing a double take. "Seriously, don't. Your gratitude makes me wanna hurl."

Fluttershy snickered, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand as she stuck her tongue out. Soon after, she had her eyes on you. "Thank you for saying something to Officer Thunderlane, but we're honestly pretty used to it right now. We don't expect you to put yourself at risk to stand up for us."

Gilda looked at her with shock. "You kiddin'? I fucking do!" A couple of seconds pause, a grin. "Nah, no one gives a fuck about us in here, apart from maybe Nightstick and a few of the CO's, but not enough to do anything about that megalomaniac. He'll be lording it over us, compensating for his small dick for as long as we're in here, probably because no self-respecting woman would go near him on the outside and he fuckin' hates 'em as a result." Gilda squinted, taking a step closer. "What's your deal, anyways? Why'd you even say anything to him?"

"Just didn't seem fair to me, that's all. I'll talk to Nightstick about it soon, see if I can get your track privileges back too."

"No point." Gilda shrugged, chewing her lip between words. "Nightstick'll tell ya exactly what anyone else in her position would—warden ain't gonna approve of his step-son being reprimanded, main reason his golden child gets away with half of this shit. Besides, only five days until the end of the month, it's easier to wait than give yourself unnecessary hassle."

You gave a hesitant nod, but it still didn't feel right. Walking forwards into the once neatly kept room, you began to place the mattress back on the bed and pick up a few of the discarded books, stacking them on a nearby cabinet. You felt it was the least you could do considering, and both of the girls seemed appreciative. "At least tell me that there's no one worse than him in here, as far as CO's go, at least."

"Oh, he's definitely a top contender, no doubt there. As for whether he's the worst? Depends, really. He's got his favourites, the types that'll pretend to show an interest in him, the submissive, subservient, weak-minded bitches without a shred of dignity. Girls like us? It pisses him off to no end that we can think no, that we can show how much we hate being around him, even if we can't say it. And that's why we do it."

You flashed a smile at this admission. Not everyone could bend over to a guy like that, and you were glad that some of these girls showed the courage to stand up to him in their own ways, not pander to his bullshit. "You girls don't seem like the type for jail. Also, I think I recognise you. It's Fluttershy, right?"

"I think I recognise you too... you went to CHS, right?"

You nodded, and once the connection had been drawn, your eyes instantly lit up in realisation. "You were one of the Rainbooms, weren't you? I remember you hanging around Sunset—err, Nightstick, back in the day, now that I think about it. How the heck did you end up in here?"

Fluttershy shifted in place, quickly busying herself with picking things up and beginning to organise them. "Yes, I was always the quiet, understated one, so I'm not too surprised you didn't realise right away. I mean, I can't say much, I barely remembered you either."

Stranger and stranger as you made all of these connections, people you knew all seemed to be ending up here, one way or another. What did that say about the town you lived in, or the justice system, or your high school? Those questions were pushed aside for a more immediate concern. "You never told me why you're in here."

Fluttershy simply eep'd, stacking faster and being sure not to turn around. Gilda rolled her eyes. "We got put in here together. Actually a miracle we got the same bunk, considering. We've both got eight weeks served, should be out in a couple of months as long as we get good behaviour. It's been... interesting, to say the least."

"What did you both do?"

"It ain't what she did, it's what I did, but this one was stupid and loving enough to implicate herself just so I wouldn't have to suffer this alone. She could have gotten away with it." Gilda looked to Fluttershy, who was still stacking like a lunatic. "This is why she gets like this when someone brings it up, she ain't ashamed or anything, she just—"

Fluttershy cut her off, finding her voice. "I just know you'll tell me off again for pleading guilty, Gilda."

"Exactly. See, we were roommates on the outside. She responded to an ad I put up that said 'no pets, no smokers' with a text saying 'well, I'm not a smoker...' and a bunch of animal emojis. I thought it was cute and that the landlord could get fucked so I decided to move her in and hide whatever cat or hamster she had with her." Gilda narrowed her eyebrows, smirk growing with every word. "I wasn't expecting her to bring an entire fuckin' nature reserve with her, I can tell you that much."

You could feel yourself chuckling. This wasn't like earlier, no wolf whistling or being degraded. It was nice to have a genuine conversation with one of the inmates, even if it was in a one on two setting.

"Anyways, when it started to become clear that she wasn't gonna be able to keep all these critters, I had to break it to her that she'd have to give some away, or at least move a good portion of them somewhere else if we wanted to keep the place. Some of them went to good homes, but there were just so many that it was hard to keep up with which animal went where... unfortunately, Fluttershy was a little obsessive about the well-being of her ex-pets, and tracked down all of their locations a couple of months later, one by one."

Fluttershy seemed to tense a little at this moment in the story, and you didn't like where it was going either. "You two didn't go around stealing all of her pets back from people, did you?"

"Well... kinda, but it was just one. She had this rabbit, you see—"

"Bunny," Fluttershy chided, her eyes hard. You and Gilda both looked at her, yourself a little shocked, and she wilted under your eyes. "H-he's a bunny."

"Right. Anyways, she had this bunny called Angel that she absolutely refused to let live in a cage, and it kept leaving its messes around the apartment, so we had to give it up to a nice home. When Fluttershy tracked him down, turned out the family we'd given him up to had sold him again, he'd been difficult ever since leaving Fluttershy's side. Where they sold him? Avon, the cosmetics company."

Suddenly, you added two and two together really damn quickly. "You mean to say he was in there for animal testing?"

Gilda went back to organising her books, a grimace on her face. "Exactly. Companies don't pay that much for animals, but apparently it was enough for the dicks we gave 'em to. When Fluttershy heard about it, she was distraught. The idea of them doing horrible experiments on her bunny, cutting him up when they were done..."

You glanced over to Fluttershy again only to find that she'd covered her ears with her hands. "So... you went to go get him?"

Gilda couldn't help but chuckle. "Not him... them." You raised your eyebrows at the implications, this was starting to look like a serious crime. "I mean, yeah, the plan was just to buy him back, but the company insisted that test animals weren't for resale. No way we were having that, so the next night, me and Fluttershy broke in. You wouldn't guess how handy this one is with a crowbar."

Fluttershy's cheeks were tinted red, but she nodded. "We needed to get Angel back, and I wasn't going to just give up because the door was locked, and what we were doing was really, really illegal, and..."

"You just loved your bunny too much, I know." Gilda patted Fluttershy on the shoulder, and she gave her head a little shake at the contact, curls bouncing. "Anyways, once we got in there, finding Angel wasn't that hard, it's just..."

"When I saw all of the other ones, and how horribly they were being treated, I knew we had to act. Leaving them there would have been just as bad as being the ones who put them there."

"We argued, we debated it, but really, we didn't have much time to think it through. In the end, Flutters convinced me. We took as many as we could with us, and uncaged the rest." Gilda smirked, the picture of rebellion. "After that? It was fuckin' chaos. Animals runnin' all over the damn place, us trying to run away with half of 'em, and a bunch of lab coats trying to grab everything that was moving. Flutters got away, but I was caught with my pants down." She leaned forwards for emphasis, and you could almost feel her proximity. "Literally. One of the chimps was holding onto my leggings, it yanked 'em down and I toppled over, they detained me then and there and waited for the cops to arrive."

You couldn't help but feel of two minds about the whole story even as it sunk in. You hadn't gone into your job with any strong opinions on law and justice, only looking for something that paid and would put some experience on your resume, but hearing about the honestly noble reason that these two had attempted something so stupid threw you for a spin. Was it the right thing for them to do? Maybe not, but you couldn't help but nod along, trying to show that you understood what they went through. "And that's when Fluttershy turned herself in?"

"I wasn't going to let Gilda suffer alone for something that was ultimately my idea." Fluttershy wrapped her arms around Gilda's waist and pulled her onto the bed, rubbing the small of her back. "Ultimately, it was all worth it though, because Angel and some of the other critters found new, good homes and were taken care of, and honestly? I'm just glad that even through all this, I've still got the best roomie I could ask for."

Gilda laughed, burying her face in Fluttershy's shoulder. "Aw, shucks, you're gonna make me blush in front of the new guy..."

"And then he won't know what a big bad meanie you are, huh?"

In a flash, Gilda was standing tall, puffing out her chest. "Damn right! I'm the toughest bitch in this place, say that I ain't!"

Fluttershy took a single finger and pressed it against Gilda's lips, softly 'shh'ing her. You weren't sure who started laughing first, but it wasn't long until all three of you were at it, giggling like idiots. You hadn't expected to find camaraderie like this, especially from the inmates, and it was a welcome relief to consider that not every single one of them was eyeing you up like a piece of meat. Just a quirky, attractive, and entertaining duo you were lucky enough to meet on your first shift.

"So anyways, that's us, why not tell us a little about you?"

You froze at the question. You weren't particularly used to talking about yourself, but they were both leaning in to hear it, and you'd just listened to a pretty personal story about them, so would it hurt to share? A short mental nod as you made up your mind. You pursed your lips. "Well, I'm from—"

"That looks like fraternisation, new fuck!"

Oh, shit. Somehow, you'd completely forgotten about Thunderlane the goatee sporting bastard and the piss he was taking. "No sir, I was just making sure that they had their room up to standard."

Thunderlane squared up to you, his voice low. "Not trying to get your dick wet?"

You bit back a growl. "No, sir."

A belittling snicker. "Because you know if you were, you'd have better luck elsewhere. These two are massive fuckin' dykes. Right, finish up and meet me in the surveillance room." Thunder began strolling off before stopping with a snap of his heels. "And grab me a soda from the vending machine, make sure it's still ice cold when you give it to me."

Impossible request over, Thunderlane finally left. Fuck, you hated him. Looking to the girls with a guilty expression, you only found smirks on their faces, as if they were privy to some joke you were missing out on. When they didn't let up, you couldn't help but cave. "What? What is it?"

Gilda was the one to speak. "He called us lesbians. He thinks we're lesbians. Probably thinks anything that's ever not shown an interest in him is a freakin' lesbian." She dropped her tone to a scandalous whisper, locking eyes with you. "We're actually bi." A small wink from Gilda and a nod from a still red-faced Fluttershy, and you felt excited and conflicted all at once. Funny how such simple words could have such an effect on you. "Now go on, the biggest asshole on Sesame Street is waiting for you."

And how you wished you could trade a day with him for a night with them.