Jose lay on his bunk in the cell and listened to the drip, drip, dripping sound of water somewhere in the Los Angeles County jail. He couldn't locate where the sound was coming from and he was unable to do anything about it. He found himself concentrating intently on the sound; he wanted to scream. After a while he became aware of other sounds around him,...
Suzy woke up in the middle of the night again. The clock on her nightstand read 2:13am. She felt something sticky and cold between her legs. After a few minutes, she realized that she had the dream again, the recurring dream with David, who had been a classmate of hers in middle school. In the dream, David had come to her up in the attic. She had been waitin...
David was in the infirmary for 9 days. Because of his youth, and because there was no concussion, nor any internal bleeding, his wounds healed quickly, all except for the cracked (not broken) ribs. He would have to endure the binding bandages and some pain for a while in that regard. He was scheduled to be released relatively early compared to other cases, a...
The characters in this story are over the age of 18. This is my second ever story, and my first ever story that I hope to turn into a multi-part series. If you like it, let me know and I'll start uploading the rest. If you don't like it, let me know why and I'll try and re-work it so it's more acceptable. ... Zoe's cell, or rather, Zoe and Charlotte's cel...
Blake was in his cell with his cellmate passing the day away. His cell almost looked more like the inside of a space capsule than the traditional cage depicted in movies. There was nothing to do. He had already done his exercises and taken his daily shower. Because of his good behavior, he was allowed to check up to five books a week from the prison library....
Staring at Kathryn's unconscious body made me wonder if this was success or failure. Failure is unacceptable. I don't keep track of my successes with trophies. I don't take anything from my victims. I don't have a box of trinkets somewhere that can prove I killed the many people I have over the course of my career. There's no need to take a remembrance of my...
The rest of the drive to the station was tedious and not at all erotic. Once my arresting officer had parked, and cut the rope connecting my bound wrists and feet and untied my ankles, he escorted me out and up the stairs. They were painful to climb with how limited my movement was, but I managed. Entering the building I found the main hall was mostly a coll...
What follows is the epilogue for the six-part "Resurrection of Crazy Jane." If this is your first exposure to this story, please consider reading from Part 1. I didn't go out of my way to let this epilogue or any other part stand on its own. If you have read through to this point, make the decision whether to continue. There is no sex at all in this part....
I fucked up one time too many, and they threw the book at me. Four months in the slammer. I suppose you could say I had it coming. The judge went on an on about some county work program. Rehabilitation through honest labor, or some damn thing. But when the paperwork came through, it had me going to Logan rather than Potter. Logan is the Women's Facility. Th...
"Sex and Liberty City" The loud clang from the cell door opening wakes up the two female inmates both under the covers of the bottom bed. Realizing it to be morning, Anna-Lucia Gomez forces her eyes open to see the naked woman sleeping next to her. "Up and at 'em, girls." Calls out a black woman in a corrections officer's uniform, entering the cell. Alli...