BD-381Viljema Sumo
Age 25, height 5’5, weight 122lb
Conviction: Drug smuggling
Behavioural: aggressive but compliant
Medical: no complications, integration successful
Melissa “Bog” Bogdan, Viljema “Vil” Sumo, Zaklin “Zak” Changriy, Roksolana “Roxie” Zahattya, and Chione “Fridge” Eosides were inaugurated as the members of the first ever Vio-mech formation: the Shtrafbats. It was apparently named after some ancient penal battalion, which was fitting. These girls were not soldiers, they were owned by the Kratian military and had been since they entered Asphodel. Maybe slaves, but at least they got paid.
There was an instant buzz throughout the regular prison complex. These women had shown something by getting through every challenge McVaughn had thrown at them, and while most people had not witnessed the final fights, stories of them had begun to circulate. Reputations shot up for some. Zak in particular, who had previously been well-regarded among a smaller circle, now had the status of celebrity ––something she didn’t know what to do with. Girls approached her, eager to talk to the Vio ace who had thrashed so many challengers. Some even flirted, which usually made her flustered, but in the company of Patch and the others it just irritated her.
“I’m not all that,” she said to Leonore, exhausted by all the praise and pretty glances, “I didn’t even win all my matches.”
“Nah, you should embrace it, sweetie!” the pink haired girl beamed. “Isn’t it about time you got a girl or two on your arm?”
“Hmm…”
How on Asphodel could she tell her that she wanted to be the girl on someone’s arm. She definitely couldn’t tell Leonore who that someone was.
Melissa and Roxie also saw new fortunes, namely within their existing cliques. With their ‘mommy’ still in the Sister’s care, Melissa and Rover stuck together closer than ever. Rover was tough and boisterous, while Melissa could barely speak without coughing, if she could manage more than a squeak. But the fight had revealed something, even if neither said it directly. If either of them had weight to throw around, it was now Melissa.
While Rigoletta’s status as the alpha wasn’t going to be challenged, all the girls in the pack looked to Roxie as an anointed second. Tatiana, Sophy and even Vil offered their tribute to the red-head through caresses, kisses and more, albeit while still giving their leader her due. But Rigoletta couldn’t hide her fury with the situation.
“That girl,” she growled, “that insect!”
They didn’t have to guess which girl that was. But the odd thing was that many other prisoners still looked on Chione with either mistrust, or disgust. She had clinched her way onto the team but only just. To get there, she had maimed a competitor –– more than that, someone she had been seen living and working with for weeks prior. People could only speculate what had gone down in private, but speculate they did, with the result being that winning didn’t improve Chione’s interactions with others. All it had done was bring more scrutiny for all the things she had done.
But she didn’t care. It may be paltry, but she was getting paid again, and there had also been discussions of relocating the Shtrafs to special purpose cells next to the VA1 garage. If that went through, she wouldn’t need to worry about razor blades in her pillow. For now, she just went through her daily schedule, doing her best to pretend no one else existed.
Then, only a week after the competition, her usual routine was broken again. Showers were closed for maintenance work. More specifically, they were closed during the early day when she tried to get in without being seen, but they would be open again after dinner ––the most popular time of day. But even the evening goers were mutinous about this whole thing, since it meant even more people were cramming or lining up to use the facilities at the same time. But the alternative was letting the day’s sweat and occasional soot stick.
Evening came, and Chione went to the area to find the changing room packed with women, stripping down and trying to put their clothes into marked areas. It was hard to find any space to undress herself, so she slowly wandered through, glancing around, wary for eyes but trying to avoid seeing too much flesh. She sighed, looking down to the floor. There was just no way around it. She grabbed the underside of her bra and began to strip.
There were about fifty shower heads lined up around the perimeter of the ceramic tile walls. Even then she was waiting in a queue for about twenty minutes, just one sack of bare skin among dozens. At last, she got underneath the tepid downpour. Thankfully she could look ahead at the chipped walls and partly ignore the countless women around her. Even a cheap shower became a small respite after a day within this cage, and she wanted to lose herself to it.
But, midway scrubbing through her hair, Chione fell forward with a lurch. A tall heavyset girl had taken the newly opened space next to her and bumped past. With her reverie broken, Chione threw the woman a sullen look, but then tried to turn away again and return to her flow. The woman ––rather, another boi–– looked at her with recognition.
“Ah you’re that cold girl aren’t you. One of the Shtrafs or whatever.”
Silently, Chione just continued to stream water through her silver hair and scrape away the impurities. The boi however leaned in closer, still towering over her.
“I hear you brush everyone off, but that means you’re still a loner.”
She was nearly done, just a bit more and she could leave.
“You sure you don’t wanna have a girlfriend?” the woman asked. “There’s a lot of perks you know, and I’ve been told I’m great in the sack.”
Clean, Chione turned away and was ready to walk, but by instinct the big woman clutched at her arm and stayed her back. Chione was very careful not to instantly react, so just remained still.
“Come on, baby,” the woman said in some sort of insistent groan. “Look at you, I’ve never seen an ass so fat on someone so scrawny. Just let me have a taste and I can make it worth your while.”
Despite her herculean cool, Chione couldn’t stop the rising, writhing heat in her chest, creeping up to her cheeks ––only made worse by the glances and stares from other prisoners who noticed commotion. So she half-turned to face the brute.
“I don’t need your perks. In fact I would give everything I have not to see your misshapen body again.”
The grin on that girl’s face began to wash away, but before either could speak again, a heavy force landed on Chione, almost toppling her over. It was another bulky woman, leaning on her shoulder and letting out a guffaw.
“Hah she’s got you pegged, Jay. Yer a fat fuck! Now come on, Fridge girl, if you need some love I’m your boi.”
This time Chione did react, grabbing the girl by the arm and yanking it off. She quickly backed away, staring down the pair.
“If you’re so restless why don’t you go at each other? Leave me alone.”
“Or maybe I should teach you a lesson,” said the first girl, cracking her knuckles and advancing, “I heard Rigoletta gave you an introductory course.”
Chione smiled, “ask her how it went for her in the end.”
But she had backed up too much, into the midst of the women on the other side of the showers. They had been watching and now shoved her back in. She gasped, and had but a second to jump away from an incoming grapple from the bois. Running rightwards she came into another group, onlookers egging on the fight. She ran left and met the same. She turned around.
“Gaagh!”
A sharp pain ruptured across her cheek. She reached up to touch ––and her hand came down drenched in red. Another figure had rushed up to her, but now in the blur and the blood stained vision she was indistinct. The only clear thing was the gleam of metal. A razor in her hand.
“That’s from Melissa!” were the last words Chione heard before she fell to the ground.
When she finally awoke, Chione was covered in nothing but a thin sheet over her body, and bandages wrapped around her face. She opened her mouth to breathe but tasted cotton, and had to spit and cough for a moment. She was in the infirmary again, the only person in any of the open beds. As for the single bed enclosed in drapes, she was fairly certain who lay there.
Across from her, Sister Ambrosia was methodically fitting some sheets, and made no move towards Chione, probably unaware she had come to. It was just then that the door opened, stealing the nun’s attention as she looked over, smiled gently, and then beamed broadly as she loudly welcomed the visitor.
“Miss Dee! You don’t visit nearly enough.”
Zoe Dee gave a sheepish chuckle, “ah sorry, sister. Schedules are tight, you know.”
“Well, I’m glad for these little moments. With the injuries we get now, I don’t even have time to converse with my patients. I mean, look at miss Miskaya….”
“I’m surprised you took her in. Is she really… upstanding enough?”
Ambrosia gave the daintiest of shrugs, saying, “not in the slightest, but my hands were tied. The Warden put her here and we all serve the Warden. Well, I serve the Lord, but the Warden ranks high up there. Anyway,” she clapped her hands together with a cheerful open smile, “no need to dally. Drop your pants.”
The guard went red, and Chione —who had watched silently— was taken aback. But to her surprise, Zoe turned around and began to fumble with her belt buckle.
“Eheh,” she muttered, “I’m so sorry you have to do this and all.”
“Not at all! This is medical care and trust me I have to deal with worse. And anyway, of all the bums I’ve seen, yours is the nicest.”
“D-do you have to say that?!” Zoe said as her trousers tumbled to the ground.
Chione could only really see the outline of the sister’s robes, and the outer edge of Dee’s thigh. Ambrosia reached over to the bedside table, withdrawing a syringe which she tapped with a satisfying tink.
“Just relax yourself, it shouldn’t hurt too much.”
As the woman motioned towards the guard, Chione let her head fall so as to no longer look. However just then her gullet convulsed and forced out a cough. She tried to stymie it but one cough led to another, ringing out in the room and alerting them to her presence. Ambrosia turned around while Zoe started. She stood straight and quickly pulled a nearby sheet to her crotch.
Touching her chest in surprise, Ambrosia said, “oh, miss Eosides? Are you awake?”
“Eosid–– Chione?” said Dee, first widening her eyes then narrowing them. “Damnit I should have checked….”
Resigned, Chione managed to prop herself up and face the two women. Moving sent a strong but dull pain down her back ––and the prick of her cheek wound worked up again.
“God what happened?” asked Dee.
“A little fracas with some much bigger women in the showers,” Ambrosia explained, stowing the needle away. “Perhaps a good lesson in not stirring the pot.”
“It wasn’t that,” Chione said. “Someone wanted to attack me from the beginning. They just used that as an excuse to jump.
Melissa, Chione recalled the girl saying. It appeared her new sister-in-arms hadn’t forgiven her.