The no good, terrible, very bad day at Larkhall
Fandom: Bad Girls/Harry Potter/Heroes
Author: Outsidethebx
Pairing: Helen/Nikki, Bellatrix and an unnamed Heroes' guest.
Summary: This is what happens when I combine my two favorite TV shows with my (current) favorite movie. It's a (hopefully) funny, enjoyable and hot depiction of my favorite Potter bad girl becoming a prisoner at Larkhall. *Does contain violence and sexual imagery.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad girls, Potter or Heroes.
To say that the morning had been a disaster would be the understatement of the year. Helen’s alarm hadn’t gone off, her coffee was cold, and Dominic hadn’t bothered to let her know he’d found another way to work. After dealing with traffic and a few coffee stains, she’d finally pulled into Larkhall.
What else can go wrong? She thought while walking through the front gates. As if to answer her question, the transport bus pulled up with its weekly drop off of new prisoners.
Bloody hell, what next? Usually, Helen tried to read the case files before the new girls arrived. Being prepared and aware of potential problems had kept her from a lot of trouble. Today, however, she wouldn’t have time.
“Lemme know how it goes,” Helen called out to Sylvia before closing her office door.
Sylvia mumbled something about the wing governor acting more like a task master, but upon questioning simply replied “Yes, Ma’am,” and was on her way.
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“Well, what have we got here?” Sylvia slyly smiled. “Monica Lindsay? Just couldn’t stay outta trouble, could you? Always mouthing about like you’re better than the rest of us, and then the coppers find out what you’re really like. Did you decide you needed a change of scenery? Need to visit the bottom of the barrel again?”
Monica refused to acknowledge the verbal abuse.
“Cat got your tongue, did he?” Sylvia spat while searching the prisoner for contraband. “Well, I’ll be sure to ask Miss Stewart to put a few chocolates on your pillow next to your champagne. It’ll take a while, you getting use to us again, won’t it, Ms. Lindsay?” Sylvia took pleasure in berating the posh “guests” who visited Larkhall.
She’s no better than Dockley or Wade, she thought. She had to admit, though, something was a bit different with Monica. She usually had a least something to say, but this time she didn’t utter a single comeback.
Oh well, Sylvia sighed. More important things were at hand than the comfort of one Ms. Monica Lindsay.
“Next,” she impatiently called out. “Bella Strange? What in bloody hell is that for a name? Your parents didn’t take too kindly to your arrival, did they?”
“Age?”
“Religion?”
“Next of kin?”
Bella simply stared ahead and didn’t bother to answer any questions.
“Fine then, I see you’ll be a bit of trouble. No worries. Maybe we’ll put you in with Ms. Lindsay, over there. I think you two would have good fun.”
Sylvia chuckled at the thought of the 60ish posh con rooming with this raven haired young crazy whose eyes looked far from normal.
“We’ll see about you visiting a dentist too. I’ve seen goats’ mouths that look better. I’ll introduce to you to a toothbrush in a bit.”
Bella shifted her weight and walked toward Monica.
“Move,” She commanded.
“Is this really necessary?’ Monica asked.
After giving a look that suggested Bella’s demands were high on the agenda, Monica complied.
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“You see who the trash brought in, did ya?” Sylvia laughed as she recounted Monica’s return to Di Barker.
“She’s just a common thief wearing designer’s clothes. She probably stole those too. Rich, my foot…” Sylvia couldn’t seem to resist the fun.
“Honestly, Sylv, I didn’t notice her when I escorted the new prisoner’s to their wing. About 4-5 girls, yeah? “
“Perhaps you weren’t paying attention. Though I’d have to say, you need to wake up a little, Di. My Bobby always says that when you don’t see the obvious, you’re in for some trouble. Maybe you should take a break.”
Di rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’m fine. She probably was hiding behind the new girls. You know how those older women are. Always walking slower and not bringing any attention to themselves. I’m her personal officer, anyway. I’ll check up on her in a bit.”
As she walked out the door, Sylvia called out: “Be sure to pull down the blankets for her. I’m not sure the old cow remembers how…”
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“Monica’s back! Hey, Monica!”
“We thought we’d never, “ Julie S. began, “Yeah, never see you again.” Julie J. finished.
“What are you doing back here?”
“I thought I’d throw a party. You girls needed a break from the shit that takes place around here.”
The two Julies looked at each other in confusion. This certainly wasn’t the same Monica Lindsay they had grown accustomed to a very months prior.
“Monica, you alright?”
Before she had a chance to answer, Sylvia interrupted the conversation:
“I see you ladies have become reacquainted with one of our celebrities. Oh that reminds me, Monica, I decided you needed some help figuring things out. I talked Miss Stewart into giving you a job.”
“Doing what, Miss ?” Monica asked. “Removing the proverbial stick from your arse?”
“I’ve had about enough of you, Lindsay. Starting tomorrow morning, you’ll be up early cleaning the toilets.”
“We’ll see about that,” was the reply.
“Excuse me, madam, but apparently you’ve forgotten who’s in charge around here. Giving you a swift kick in the rear is against the rules, so I’m putting you on report.” Sylvia retorted.
“Oh no, anything but that. You certainly know how to keep an ole girl down, you fat cow.”
The two Julies pleaded with Monica to shut it, but she simply wouldn’t give in. By this time, a crowd had gathered and no one knew what to think of the new (but not improved) Monica. Denny, Shell, Yvonne and Nikki waited for Bodybag’s response.
“That’s it. A few days on the block should do the trick.”
Sylvia grabbed Monica’s arm and began the escort down the walkway.
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“Did you hear about the new girl?” Nikki asked after the commotion had calmed.
Yvonne looked over and replied, “Yeah, what about her?”
“I dunno, she seems like a nutter. Not talking to anyone, looking pissed, like she’d be ready to go off any time.”
“What, you think I should be scared of her?” Yvonne sarcastically responded. “Cuz ya know, I don’t do scared. You know me better than that. Let the bitch try me.”
Nikki grinned as she walked toward her cell. It would be nice to have some peace and quiet for a few minutes. Settling in with a good book seemed to fit the bill.
As she walked into her cell, she noticed a dark haired young woman rummaging through her belongings.
“You looking for something in particular? Or do you just fancy sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”
Bella turned to face Nikki and an evil grin replaced the blank expression that everyone had previously noticed.
She didn’t scream, nor did she shout. She simply spoke in a quiet, yet bone chilling voice.
“Don’t even think about kicking me out. What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine. That’s how things will work from now on.”
With that, Bella’s fist came down on Nikki’s nose and she was forced to her knees.
“What the…” Nikki began, but Bella hit Nikki once more and shoved her across the room.
Nikki attempted to defend herself but this Bella-whoever she was-was far too strong for the tall brunette to fight.
She took turns kicking Nikki in the face and punching her in the ribs. A sneer spread throughout her expression and an eerie laugh echoed after each attempt at pain. She scrapped her nails down Nikki’s back while leaving a bit mark on her neck. The louder Nikki cried out, the more Bella giggled.
“You’re insane,” Nikki screamed.
“Oh, baby, you don’t know the half of it. The faster you give in, the quicker this will be over.”
Nikki cringed as her arm popped when Bella twisted it back. She whimpered in pain and begged for her attacker to stop. At the moment she heard Nikki’s pleading, Bella released her arm moments before it would have broken.
“That’s a good girl,” she whispered in Nikki’s ear.
The commotion brought Di and Fenner running toward the cell, but Bella seemed completely unfazed.
Holding Nikki by the scalp, she spoke in a low voice:
“I’m in charge now. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, we’ll finish this later. I won’t forget about you.” With that she planted a kiss on Nikki’s lips and wiped away some of the blood with her fingers. She allowed Fenner and Di to take her but turned quickly enough for Nikki to see her licking the blood off her digits.
Nikki shivered as Bella purred her approval. “I knew you’d taste good.”
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Sylvia came running past Fenner, Di and Bella, panting and looking deeply alarmed.
“Sylvia, alright, love?” Fenner asked.
But she was too far down the hallway to hear him.
Up the stairs toward Helen’s office she ran, not caring what Helen was busy with at the moment.
“Taking to walking on in, then Sylvia? Honestly, I have an open door policy but this is bit sudden.”
“Ma’am, there’s something wrong, with…I just saw the….I don’t know where to begin.”
Sylvia collapsed into the chair and began to cry.
“My god, Sylvia, what’s gotten into you? Do I need to call Dr. Nicholson?”
“No, no, Ma’am, let me catch my breath.”
As Helen prepared to wait, Dominic popped in to deliver the news of Nikki’s attack.
“What’s going on here today?” Helen motioned to leave, but something in Sylvia’s voice made her stay.
“Please Ma’am, you need to listen to me.”
“Ok, Sylvia, but make it quick. I need to check on Nikki and see about this Bella Strange.”
“Ma’am there’s just something not right about Monica Lindsay.”
“Monica Lindsay? She’s back? Well, I wouldn’t be right either if I were placed back in here.”
“No Ma’am please listen to me!”
“Fine, but hurry.” Helen was beginning to get impatient.
“I put Monica on the block for almost starting a fight with me. I put her in the room, but when I looked in through the peep hole, she wasn’t there. Instead I saw my Bobby sitting in one of our kitchen chairs, bound, gagged, and bleeding.”
“Sylvia…”
“Wait, Miss, there’s more. I opened the door and my Bobby opened his eyes. He was hurt, dying, in so much pain. I walked over but I couldn’t get him to move. I ran to get one of the guards to help out. They went in, but called me back to ask why I was in such a panic. There, lying on the bed was Monica Lindsay. I ran out so fast I didn’t bother to lock the door. I’m telling you, there’s something wrong. My Bobby was in there!”
I knew one day she’d finally lose it. Maybe we’ll get rid of her and I’ll have one less headache to deal with. Helen smiled at the thought. Sylvia always questioned her authority and never failed to cause problems.
“I think you need to take a holiday, Sylvia. Obviously you’re missing some sleep, or didn’t sober up before work. Either way, you need to go.”
“But Ma’am…”
“Sylvia, if you don’t leave now, I’ll call area management. I said go!”
After Sylvia left, Helen placed a call and requested that Monica be brought to her office in half an hour. It would give her just enough time to check on Nikki and then deal with this mess.
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Helen walked back toward her office with the thoughts of Nikki still lingering. She looked terrible. Never before had she seen her inmate so bruised, bloody, and scared. The last part disturbed Helen the most. Nikki had seen and done a lot of things. Above all, she was never scared. A long kiss and promises to return was all Helen could give at the moment, for Monica would be waiting in her office to discuss her fight with Sylvia.
“She’s already inside, Miss,” Di explained as Helen neared her office.
“Thanks, Di. I’ll ring you when we’re finished. I don’t expect her be a problem so you can take a break if you’d like.”
When Helen opened her door, she almost screamed with surprise. There, sitting in front of her desk, bandaged, but conscious was….Nikki.
“Nikki, what the fu….. How did you get in here?”
“I needed to see you, Helen, unless you’ve suddenly come off me. Di felt sorry for me after what that tart Bella did to me. But you can’t tell her, Helen. Don’t let her know I told you.”
“Well, I’m a bit shocked…”
“Oh Helen, come here. Don’t make me beg, all right? I’m sore enough as it is.”
She reached out for the jailor, who gingerly accepted her hand. Against her better judgment, Helen leaned in and gently kissed the lips of the woman who had been attached just a few hours earlier and cringed as Nikki winced in pain.
“Sweet’art, I’m sorry. I feel terrible about what happened. I wish there was something I could do.”
“You stupid woman,” Nikki teased. “There’s always something you can do.”
Helen contemplated the current circumstances. It would be nice…
“I dunno, Nikki. Di will be back in a minute.”
“Well, you better hurry then. As you said, we don’t have all day.”
After a quick wink, Nikki positioned herself on top of Helen desk and motioned for Helen to come closer.
“This is a bit embarrassing, but I need some help.” Nikki admitted. “I’m not quite the charmer that I fancy myself to be, at the moment.”
Helen smiled and helped Nikki out of her sweatpants and knickers. It had been a while since they had been together, but she had never gone down on Nikki before. After a quick kiss of assurance, Helen allowed Nikki to guide her to her knees and position her head to just the right spot. She placed two fingers inside her inmate and smiled as a groan escaped Nikki’s lips. She had never heard Nikki sound like that before, but then again…she had never done this before either.
Helen reached underneath her skirt and began rubbing her clit as she simultaneously pleasured Nikki. She had been turned on many times in her life, but this was amazing.
“Able to multi-task, Miss?” Nikki began…
Helen leaned forward and playfully swatted Nikki which caused her to conveniently forget the rest of her remark.
“That’s what happens when you speak out of turn. If you want me to continue, I’d suggest finding a lock for that trap.”
“Yes, Miss.”
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After returning Nikki to the hospital wing, Helen had to deal with Bella Strange. She knew it was impossible to have the meeting in her office, so she decided to meet with Bella in her cell with Dominic close by.
“Hiya, Bella,” Helen began. “I’m Helen Stewart, Wing Gov’ner here at Larkhall.”
Helen had been told to expect silence but Bella’s confident, controlled, and sadistic glare sent chills down her spin. This certainly wasn’t looking good.
“Dom…” Helen began, but quickly felt an arm wrap around her throat. Pressing up to allow room to breath, she kicked and scraped in her feeble attempt at freedom. Her eyes were starting to water, and all she could focus on was the odd shaped skull tattoo on Bella’s left forearm.
“So, Wing Governor, Helen Stewart, how do you like it?” Bella began. “Fast and rough or cold and slow?”
“Bella, let me….” But Helen wasn’t allowed to finish her sentence. As if the tightening of her neck wasn’t enough, the gleam of joy that glowed from Bella’s eyes stopped Helen immediately.
Bella suddenly released her prisoner but swiftly threw her to the floor. Jumping on top, she pressed down on Helen’s neck, cutting off her oxygen.
“It’s Bellatrix, Miss Stewart. Bellatrix Lestrange.” She leaned down and licked Helen’s face and nibbled on her ear. “It’s time you got my name right. You can’t call me Bella.”
Helen had never been so scared in her life. She couldn’t breathe and was too weak to fight.
“Now about that question…”
Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Dominic running in. Helen silently thanked whoever had sent him and was certain everything would be alright.
But it wasn’t. Upon seeing the wing governor in the unfortunate circumstances, Dominic turned away and locked the door. The next thing Helen saw was Nikki Wade standing directly in front of her.
Even Bellatrix released her grip enough for Helen to catch her breath.
“What the hell is going on?” Bellatrix began.
“Fancy a snog, Miss?” Nikki asked. “I didn’t get my fill in your office.”
Sylvia’s conversation flooded Helen’s mind. I’m telling you, there’s something wrong. My Bobby was in there!”
Maybe there was something to this story after all.
Realizing that Helen had gained some strength, Bellatrix smacked her hard across the cheek.
“Shhh, wing governor…focus on my question.” Bellatrix leaned down and whispered in her ear. “It would be cruel of you to ignore me. You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings would you?”
Bellatrix raked her nails across Helen’s neck.
“Opps”, she giggled. “That’ll leave a mark.”
“Bella.” A voice so low, so unmistakably recognizable propelled Bellatrix to her feet then she fell to her knees in front of the dark figure standing before her.
“My lord, how did you…” She bowed in awe that the Dark Lord was actually in her presence.
“You’re truly mad, Bella, and I’ve never been more ashamed to share the same blood.”
Bellatrix jerked up and screamed at the sight of her dreadful sister Andromeda. She couldn’t comprehend how the Dark Lord had been replaced--and by this bitch of all people.
“Now, now, calm down. You wouldn’t want to hurt your poor sister’s feelings, now would you?”
Bellatrix thought she was losing it. First Dominic was Nikki, then the Dark Lord, then Andromeda, now….Sirius? She ran toward Helen and grabbed her by the throat.
“I’ll kill her, I’ll do it, you can’t stop me-none of you can.”
She began to squeeze the life out of the wing governor…
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Sylvia rolled over to turn off the alarm and immediately felt the headache that resulted from last night’s anniversary party.
The liquor, coupled with whatever else might have been added to her glass, was going to cause difficulty in getting to work on time.
Work! The dream-Helen, Nikki, Monica, Bobby, Bellatrix…It all flooded back to her.
Bellatrix? I thought I just had too much to drink last night. Sylvia’s gaze shifted to her nightstand where a large hardback book was propped open.
Maybe I’ve taken this obsession it a bit too far, she thought. After that dream, I need to lay off the Potter.
Author: Outsidethebx
Pairing: Helen/Nikki, Bellatrix and an unnamed Heroes' guest.
Summary: This is what happens when I combine my two favorite TV shows with my (current) favorite movie. It's a (hopefully) funny, enjoyable and hot depiction of my favorite Potter bad girl becoming a prisoner at Larkhall. *Does contain violence and sexual imagery.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bad girls, Potter or Heroes.
To say that the morning had been a disaster would be the understatement of the year. Helen’s alarm hadn’t gone off, her coffee was cold, and Dominic hadn’t bothered to let her know he’d found another way to work. After dealing with traffic and a few coffee stains, she’d finally pulled into Larkhall.
What else can go wrong? She thought while walking through the front gates. As if to answer her question, the transport bus pulled up with its weekly drop off of new prisoners.
Bloody hell, what next? Usually, Helen tried to read the case files before the new girls arrived. Being prepared and aware of potential problems had kept her from a lot of trouble. Today, however, she wouldn’t have time.
“Lemme know how it goes,” Helen called out to Sylvia before closing her office door.
Sylvia mumbled something about the wing governor acting more like a task master, but upon questioning simply replied “Yes, Ma’am,” and was on her way.
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“Well, what have we got here?” Sylvia slyly smiled. “Monica Lindsay? Just couldn’t stay outta trouble, could you? Always mouthing about like you’re better than the rest of us, and then the coppers find out what you’re really like. Did you decide you needed a change of scenery? Need to visit the bottom of the barrel again?”
Monica refused to acknowledge the verbal abuse.
“Cat got your tongue, did he?” Sylvia spat while searching the prisoner for contraband. “Well, I’ll be sure to ask Miss Stewart to put a few chocolates on your pillow next to your champagne. It’ll take a while, you getting use to us again, won’t it, Ms. Lindsay?” Sylvia took pleasure in berating the posh “guests” who visited Larkhall.
She’s no better than Dockley or Wade, she thought. She had to admit, though, something was a bit different with Monica. She usually had a least something to say, but this time she didn’t utter a single comeback.
Oh well, Sylvia sighed. More important things were at hand than the comfort of one Ms. Monica Lindsay.
“Next,” she impatiently called out. “Bella Strange? What in bloody hell is that for a name? Your parents didn’t take too kindly to your arrival, did they?”
“Age?”
“Religion?”
“Next of kin?”
Bella simply stared ahead and didn’t bother to answer any questions.
“Fine then, I see you’ll be a bit of trouble. No worries. Maybe we’ll put you in with Ms. Lindsay, over there. I think you two would have good fun.”
Sylvia chuckled at the thought of the 60ish posh con rooming with this raven haired young crazy whose eyes looked far from normal.
“We’ll see about you visiting a dentist too. I’ve seen goats’ mouths that look better. I’ll introduce to you to a toothbrush in a bit.”
Bella shifted her weight and walked toward Monica.
“Move,” She commanded.
“Is this really necessary?’ Monica asked.
After giving a look that suggested Bella’s demands were high on the agenda, Monica complied.
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“You see who the trash brought in, did ya?” Sylvia laughed as she recounted Monica’s return to Di Barker.
“She’s just a common thief wearing designer’s clothes. She probably stole those too. Rich, my foot…” Sylvia couldn’t seem to resist the fun.
“Honestly, Sylv, I didn’t notice her when I escorted the new prisoner’s to their wing. About 4-5 girls, yeah? “
“Perhaps you weren’t paying attention. Though I’d have to say, you need to wake up a little, Di. My Bobby always says that when you don’t see the obvious, you’re in for some trouble. Maybe you should take a break.”
Di rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’m fine. She probably was hiding behind the new girls. You know how those older women are. Always walking slower and not bringing any attention to themselves. I’m her personal officer, anyway. I’ll check up on her in a bit.”
As she walked out the door, Sylvia called out: “Be sure to pull down the blankets for her. I’m not sure the old cow remembers how…”
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“Monica’s back! Hey, Monica!”
“We thought we’d never, “ Julie S. began, “Yeah, never see you again.” Julie J. finished.
“What are you doing back here?”
“I thought I’d throw a party. You girls needed a break from the shit that takes place around here.”
The two Julies looked at each other in confusion. This certainly wasn’t the same Monica Lindsay they had grown accustomed to a very months prior.
“Monica, you alright?”
Before she had a chance to answer, Sylvia interrupted the conversation:
“I see you ladies have become reacquainted with one of our celebrities. Oh that reminds me, Monica, I decided you needed some help figuring things out. I talked Miss Stewart into giving you a job.”
“Doing what, Miss ?” Monica asked. “Removing the proverbial stick from your arse?”
“I’ve had about enough of you, Lindsay. Starting tomorrow morning, you’ll be up early cleaning the toilets.”
“We’ll see about that,” was the reply.
“Excuse me, madam, but apparently you’ve forgotten who’s in charge around here. Giving you a swift kick in the rear is against the rules, so I’m putting you on report.” Sylvia retorted.
“Oh no, anything but that. You certainly know how to keep an ole girl down, you fat cow.”
The two Julies pleaded with Monica to shut it, but she simply wouldn’t give in. By this time, a crowd had gathered and no one knew what to think of the new (but not improved) Monica. Denny, Shell, Yvonne and Nikki waited for Bodybag’s response.
“That’s it. A few days on the block should do the trick.”
Sylvia grabbed Monica’s arm and began the escort down the walkway.
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“Did you hear about the new girl?” Nikki asked after the commotion had calmed.
Yvonne looked over and replied, “Yeah, what about her?”
“I dunno, she seems like a nutter. Not talking to anyone, looking pissed, like she’d be ready to go off any time.”
“What, you think I should be scared of her?” Yvonne sarcastically responded. “Cuz ya know, I don’t do scared. You know me better than that. Let the bitch try me.”
Nikki grinned as she walked toward her cell. It would be nice to have some peace and quiet for a few minutes. Settling in with a good book seemed to fit the bill.
As she walked into her cell, she noticed a dark haired young woman rummaging through her belongings.
“You looking for something in particular? Or do you just fancy sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”
Bella turned to face Nikki and an evil grin replaced the blank expression that everyone had previously noticed.
She didn’t scream, nor did she shout. She simply spoke in a quiet, yet bone chilling voice.
“Don’t even think about kicking me out. What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine. That’s how things will work from now on.”
With that, Bella’s fist came down on Nikki’s nose and she was forced to her knees.
“What the…” Nikki began, but Bella hit Nikki once more and shoved her across the room.
Nikki attempted to defend herself but this Bella-whoever she was-was far too strong for the tall brunette to fight.
She took turns kicking Nikki in the face and punching her in the ribs. A sneer spread throughout her expression and an eerie laugh echoed after each attempt at pain. She scrapped her nails down Nikki’s back while leaving a bit mark on her neck. The louder Nikki cried out, the more Bella giggled.
“You’re insane,” Nikki screamed.
“Oh, baby, you don’t know the half of it. The faster you give in, the quicker this will be over.”
Nikki cringed as her arm popped when Bella twisted it back. She whimpered in pain and begged for her attacker to stop. At the moment she heard Nikki’s pleading, Bella released her arm moments before it would have broken.
“That’s a good girl,” she whispered in Nikki’s ear.
The commotion brought Di and Fenner running toward the cell, but Bella seemed completely unfazed.
Holding Nikki by the scalp, she spoke in a low voice:
“I’m in charge now. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, we’ll finish this later. I won’t forget about you.” With that she planted a kiss on Nikki’s lips and wiped away some of the blood with her fingers. She allowed Fenner and Di to take her but turned quickly enough for Nikki to see her licking the blood off her digits.
Nikki shivered as Bella purred her approval. “I knew you’d taste good.”
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Sylvia came running past Fenner, Di and Bella, panting and looking deeply alarmed.
“Sylvia, alright, love?” Fenner asked.
But she was too far down the hallway to hear him.
Up the stairs toward Helen’s office she ran, not caring what Helen was busy with at the moment.
“Taking to walking on in, then Sylvia? Honestly, I have an open door policy but this is bit sudden.”
“Ma’am, there’s something wrong, with…I just saw the….I don’t know where to begin.”
Sylvia collapsed into the chair and began to cry.
“My god, Sylvia, what’s gotten into you? Do I need to call Dr. Nicholson?”
“No, no, Ma’am, let me catch my breath.”
As Helen prepared to wait, Dominic popped in to deliver the news of Nikki’s attack.
“What’s going on here today?” Helen motioned to leave, but something in Sylvia’s voice made her stay.
“Please Ma’am, you need to listen to me.”
“Ok, Sylvia, but make it quick. I need to check on Nikki and see about this Bella Strange.”
“Ma’am there’s just something not right about Monica Lindsay.”
“Monica Lindsay? She’s back? Well, I wouldn’t be right either if I were placed back in here.”
“No Ma’am please listen to me!”
“Fine, but hurry.” Helen was beginning to get impatient.
“I put Monica on the block for almost starting a fight with me. I put her in the room, but when I looked in through the peep hole, she wasn’t there. Instead I saw my Bobby sitting in one of our kitchen chairs, bound, gagged, and bleeding.”
“Sylvia…”
“Wait, Miss, there’s more. I opened the door and my Bobby opened his eyes. He was hurt, dying, in so much pain. I walked over but I couldn’t get him to move. I ran to get one of the guards to help out. They went in, but called me back to ask why I was in such a panic. There, lying on the bed was Monica Lindsay. I ran out so fast I didn’t bother to lock the door. I’m telling you, there’s something wrong. My Bobby was in there!”
I knew one day she’d finally lose it. Maybe we’ll get rid of her and I’ll have one less headache to deal with. Helen smiled at the thought. Sylvia always questioned her authority and never failed to cause problems.
“I think you need to take a holiday, Sylvia. Obviously you’re missing some sleep, or didn’t sober up before work. Either way, you need to go.”
“But Ma’am…”
“Sylvia, if you don’t leave now, I’ll call area management. I said go!”
After Sylvia left, Helen placed a call and requested that Monica be brought to her office in half an hour. It would give her just enough time to check on Nikki and then deal with this mess.
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Helen walked back toward her office with the thoughts of Nikki still lingering. She looked terrible. Never before had she seen her inmate so bruised, bloody, and scared. The last part disturbed Helen the most. Nikki had seen and done a lot of things. Above all, she was never scared. A long kiss and promises to return was all Helen could give at the moment, for Monica would be waiting in her office to discuss her fight with Sylvia.
“She’s already inside, Miss,” Di explained as Helen neared her office.
“Thanks, Di. I’ll ring you when we’re finished. I don’t expect her be a problem so you can take a break if you’d like.”
When Helen opened her door, she almost screamed with surprise. There, sitting in front of her desk, bandaged, but conscious was….Nikki.
“Nikki, what the fu….. How did you get in here?”
“I needed to see you, Helen, unless you’ve suddenly come off me. Di felt sorry for me after what that tart Bella did to me. But you can’t tell her, Helen. Don’t let her know I told you.”
“Well, I’m a bit shocked…”
“Oh Helen, come here. Don’t make me beg, all right? I’m sore enough as it is.”
She reached out for the jailor, who gingerly accepted her hand. Against her better judgment, Helen leaned in and gently kissed the lips of the woman who had been attached just a few hours earlier and cringed as Nikki winced in pain.
“Sweet’art, I’m sorry. I feel terrible about what happened. I wish there was something I could do.”
“You stupid woman,” Nikki teased. “There’s always something you can do.”
Helen contemplated the current circumstances. It would be nice…
“I dunno, Nikki. Di will be back in a minute.”
“Well, you better hurry then. As you said, we don’t have all day.”
After a quick wink, Nikki positioned herself on top of Helen desk and motioned for Helen to come closer.
“This is a bit embarrassing, but I need some help.” Nikki admitted. “I’m not quite the charmer that I fancy myself to be, at the moment.”
Helen smiled and helped Nikki out of her sweatpants and knickers. It had been a while since they had been together, but she had never gone down on Nikki before. After a quick kiss of assurance, Helen allowed Nikki to guide her to her knees and position her head to just the right spot. She placed two fingers inside her inmate and smiled as a groan escaped Nikki’s lips. She had never heard Nikki sound like that before, but then again…she had never done this before either.
Helen reached underneath her skirt and began rubbing her clit as she simultaneously pleasured Nikki. She had been turned on many times in her life, but this was amazing.
“Able to multi-task, Miss?” Nikki began…
Helen leaned forward and playfully swatted Nikki which caused her to conveniently forget the rest of her remark.
“That’s what happens when you speak out of turn. If you want me to continue, I’d suggest finding a lock for that trap.”
“Yes, Miss.”
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After returning Nikki to the hospital wing, Helen had to deal with Bella Strange. She knew it was impossible to have the meeting in her office, so she decided to meet with Bella in her cell with Dominic close by.
“Hiya, Bella,” Helen began. “I’m Helen Stewart, Wing Gov’ner here at Larkhall.”
Helen had been told to expect silence but Bella’s confident, controlled, and sadistic glare sent chills down her spin. This certainly wasn’t looking good.
“Dom…” Helen began, but quickly felt an arm wrap around her throat. Pressing up to allow room to breath, she kicked and scraped in her feeble attempt at freedom. Her eyes were starting to water, and all she could focus on was the odd shaped skull tattoo on Bella’s left forearm.
“So, Wing Governor, Helen Stewart, how do you like it?” Bella began. “Fast and rough or cold and slow?”
“Bella, let me….” But Helen wasn’t allowed to finish her sentence. As if the tightening of her neck wasn’t enough, the gleam of joy that glowed from Bella’s eyes stopped Helen immediately.
Bella suddenly released her prisoner but swiftly threw her to the floor. Jumping on top, she pressed down on Helen’s neck, cutting off her oxygen.
“It’s Bellatrix, Miss Stewart. Bellatrix Lestrange.” She leaned down and licked Helen’s face and nibbled on her ear. “It’s time you got my name right. You can’t call me Bella.”
Helen had never been so scared in her life. She couldn’t breathe and was too weak to fight.
“Now about that question…”
Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Dominic running in. Helen silently thanked whoever had sent him and was certain everything would be alright.
But it wasn’t. Upon seeing the wing governor in the unfortunate circumstances, Dominic turned away and locked the door. The next thing Helen saw was Nikki Wade standing directly in front of her.
Even Bellatrix released her grip enough for Helen to catch her breath.
“What the hell is going on?” Bellatrix began.
“Fancy a snog, Miss?” Nikki asked. “I didn’t get my fill in your office.”
Sylvia’s conversation flooded Helen’s mind. I’m telling you, there’s something wrong. My Bobby was in there!”
Maybe there was something to this story after all.
Realizing that Helen had gained some strength, Bellatrix smacked her hard across the cheek.
“Shhh, wing governor…focus on my question.” Bellatrix leaned down and whispered in her ear. “It would be cruel of you to ignore me. You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings would you?”
Bellatrix raked her nails across Helen’s neck.
“Opps”, she giggled. “That’ll leave a mark.”
“Bella.” A voice so low, so unmistakably recognizable propelled Bellatrix to her feet then she fell to her knees in front of the dark figure standing before her.
“My lord, how did you…” She bowed in awe that the Dark Lord was actually in her presence.
“You’re truly mad, Bella, and I’ve never been more ashamed to share the same blood.”
Bellatrix jerked up and screamed at the sight of her dreadful sister Andromeda. She couldn’t comprehend how the Dark Lord had been replaced--and by this bitch of all people.
“Now, now, calm down. You wouldn’t want to hurt your poor sister’s feelings, now would you?”
Bellatrix thought she was losing it. First Dominic was Nikki, then the Dark Lord, then Andromeda, now….Sirius? She ran toward Helen and grabbed her by the throat.
“I’ll kill her, I’ll do it, you can’t stop me-none of you can.”
She began to squeeze the life out of the wing governor…
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Sylvia rolled over to turn off the alarm and immediately felt the headache that resulted from last night’s anniversary party.
The liquor, coupled with whatever else might have been added to her glass, was going to cause difficulty in getting to work on time.
Work! The dream-Helen, Nikki, Monica, Bobby, Bellatrix…It all flooded back to her.
Bellatrix? I thought I just had too much to drink last night. Sylvia’s gaze shifted to her nightstand where a large hardback book was propped open.
Maybe I’ve taken this obsession it a bit too far, she thought. After that dream, I need to lay off the Potter.