HT100#challenge 13: double down - shakedown
Ok, here's a second one, still in Apologies universe. I read about the coughing stuff in a book written by a prisoner, two weeks ago. Dedicated to Rifka. I hope she'll like it.
"Shakedown!" The voice startles me; I nearly fall off the bed, don't even know what time it is.
"Move your ass, Beecher!" I'm pushed against the door, two hands holding me up. I fell asleep with my jeans and tee; I'm quickly stripped for a very thorough shakedown, same hands pulling my boxers down roughly.
"No way!" I yell, trying to fight.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole and do as you're told. Bend over!"
What the fuck?
"I said, bend over!"
I obey. Looks like I haven't got a choice here.
"Ok, now cough, give me what you're hiding there."
Blunt fingers against my ass, I cough and the fingers penetrate me as I yell again. A hard blow against my back, fingers withdrawing and I nearly fall down
"Ok, you can go back to your bed, Beecher."
I'm pushed on it, dazed and Chris falls on me, his heavy body crushing mine.
"What was that about?" I ask, still panting as he rubs his face against my neck.
"You asked me what prison was like?" he whispers, "That's what it's like. I couldn't explain. Had to make you feel it."
I manage to turn, face him, catch his dark haunted eyes. "I'm sorry," I just say.
"Shakedown!" The voice startles me; I nearly fall off the bed, don't even know what time it is.
"Move your ass, Beecher!" I'm pushed against the door, two hands holding me up. I fell asleep with my jeans and tee; I'm quickly stripped for a very thorough shakedown, same hands pulling my boxers down roughly.
"No way!" I yell, trying to fight.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole and do as you're told. Bend over!"
What the fuck?
"I said, bend over!"
I obey. Looks like I haven't got a choice here.
"Ok, now cough, give me what you're hiding there."
Blunt fingers against my ass, I cough and the fingers penetrate me as I yell again. A hard blow against my back, fingers withdrawing and I nearly fall down
"Ok, you can go back to your bed, Beecher."
I'm pushed on it, dazed and Chris falls on me, his heavy body crushing mine.
"What was that about?" I ask, still panting as he rubs his face against my neck.
"You asked me what prison was like?" he whispers, "That's what it's like. I couldn't explain. Had to make you feel it."
I manage to turn, face him, catch his dark haunted eyes. "I'm sorry," I just say.