Mousetrap | By : ShadowKitten011 Category: +M to R > Princess Principal Views: 448 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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--Day 22--
When the door opened, Ange was sitting up in her cot. She looked up despondently. The female guard who had been friendly before entered wordlessly, set down a tray of food and water, and left. Just as she had yesterday. Just as she would tomorrow.
Ange shifted to the floor, eating and drinking slowly.
--Day 24—
Ange was jolted awake by the door opening. It felt like the wrong time. She was too tired and disinterested to look. She was taken by surprise by the many hands that reach down, grabbing her. She was grabbed by the forearms and lifted out of bed. Hands pulled the blanket away from her. Hands grabbed her ankles. Hands pawed at her breasts and pussy. She struggled, flailing, crying out, but the hands were too strong, and there were too many of them.
She was carried out of her cell, and down the hall. In the room with three doors, she saw the one female guard. She watched Ange impassively, as the male guards carried her to and through the door with the chair under the lamp. They went past this, and shackled her wrists to the chains hanging from the ceiling.
The guard who threatened her stood in front of her, and reached down to grab her pussy. She jolted, trying to pull away. He squeezed hard enough to draw a squeal of pain from her.
"Wish I had time to take you here. This cunt will be mine soon," he sneered, squeezing again to emphasise it.
Then he turned and walked behind her.
Ange, gasping, felt the chains rise up, until just the tips of her toes brushed the floor below her. She groaned at the strain on her arms.
She heard and felt what happened next at the same time. There was no warning. The sharp crack of the whip occurred at the same time that a line of intense fiery pain erupted across her back. She jolted forward, screaming.
The whip cracked again, and another line of agony crossed her back. It happened again, and again. Her screams became hoarse, her throat became dry. Her eyes closed, but her cheeks were wet with tears. Her back was wet with blood.
She did not know how long she hung there, or how many times they hit her with the whip, but her back and ass felt raw and mangled by the time they lowered her enough for her feet to fully touch the ground. She was unshackled, and she collapsed to the floor with a whimper.
She felt guards grab her raw, chaffed wrists, and her ankles. She was stretched out on the floor. She didn't have the strength to resist.
Cold water was poured on her back. She screamed weakly at the burning sensation. She shuddered, and flailed. Mercifully, the world went black around her.
--Day 25--
The world slowly became solid around her. She felt a very cool, soothing touch on her back. A pair of hands very, very gently rubbed down, from her mid-back down in slow circles toward her ass. Her upper back tingled, her ass still felt raw and on fire. Where the hands rubbed, the fiery wounds stopped hurting so badly, and began to tingle.
She was on her belly on a bed. It was softer than the cot in her cell, though not as nice as those at Queen's Mayfaire. Her arms were stretched out on either side of her, and her cheek rested on a soft pillow.
She opened her eyes. She saw the lower torso of a woman. She wore a long black skirt, a white blouse, and a white lab-coat. Beyond her, Ange could just make out a white wall, and a wooden cabinet.
Ange winced as the hands brushed across an especially nasty cut running down her lower back.
"Just relax," the woman said. "The pain will ease shortly."
Ange didn't say anything. She lay still as the hands completed their work, rubbing down her ass-cheeks. She shivered. Her lower back and ass tingled. She didn't feel any sensation along her upper back.
The woman took a step back, and Ange shifted slightly to look up at her. She had brown hair pulled into a pony-tail, and dark brown eyes. Her skin was tan, lighter than Gazelle's, though darker than her own, though her skin was paler than usual after her isolation.
The woman smiled, a sad though soothing expression.
"You should be feeling better already."
"Yes," Ange managed to croak through a parched throat.
"The ointment's my own special blend. You shouldn't have much scarring, if any."
Ange didn't respond to this.
"Sit up if you can. Slowly. I want to make sure you're not in any immediate danger."
Ange didn't move.
The woman sighed softly. She stepped out of Ange's vision. Ange shifted, pushing herself up slightly. She saw the woman by a sink. She opened a cabinet, and pulled out a glass. She filled it with water, and turned back to Ange.
"Sit up. Have some water. Slowly though, so you don't hurt yourself."
Ange tried to swallow. She looked at the water, then up at the woman's eyes. They were soft and full of concern.
Ange finally nodded, and slowly pushed herself up to her knees, wincing. She was stiff, and the act of movement hurt.
She was able to move her legs, to dangle them off the edge of the bed.
The woman handed her the glass, and Ange eagerly took it.
"Slowly," the woman repeated. Ange nodded, and sipped the water.
"My name's Edith. I'm a doctor."
Ange finished her water, and handed the empty glass back to Edith.
"I am Ange. I am a fugitive from the Black Lizard Planet."
Edith cracked a smile.
"Is that so? Well, I don't know if I can help you. I've not studied veterinary medicine."
Ange couldn't help but grin.
"Well, my back is now feeling as though it was not turned into mince last night. You would appear to be somewhat competent."
Edith shook her head.
"I don't know how you manage to have such spirit, but I'm glad to see it."
She placed her hands on Ange's cheek. Ange winced, more from the memory of the last girl to do this, but didn't pull away. Edith looked into her eyes, then placed one hand under her chin, to hold her face still. With the other, she gently pulled Ange's eyelids open, looking in as closely as she can.
Edith sighed, and released her.
"I don't have as much equipment as I'd like," she said. A stethoscope was slung around her neck, and she placed the buds in her ears. Ange took a deep breath, and steadied herself. Edith placed the stethoscope against Ange's chest. She listened for a moment, then shifted it. After another moment, she nodded, and pulled it out of her ears, to sling it around her neck again.
"Healthy heart. With what you've been through that's notable. You look thin and underfed."
"Bread and water will do that."
"Indeed," Edith said, a sour note to her voice.
She turned and opened a cabinet. She pulled out a thin length of wood.
"Open your mouth."
Ange complied, and Edith placed the wood against her tongue.
"Ahhh," Ange said, without being commanded.
Edith laughed softly, and looked into Ange's mouth. After a moment, she pulled out the wood, and tossed it into a nearby bin.
"Well, I'd be a damned liar if I said you were healthy. For someone who has endured three weeks of isolation, poor food, and torture you are in remarkably good shape."
"So I am cleared to return home?"
Edith shook her head.
"If I had the power, I'd release you in a heartbeat."
"Perhaps if I were found unfit to continue being held?"
"No, that wouldn't stop them I am afraid."
Ange looked into Edith's eyes for a moment.
"Why?"
"Why am I working here?"
Ange nodded.
"Because I want to help girls and women most in need. Prisons, orphanages, brothels, the streets... I've worked in all of them to help. It just so happens, once I started working here I got locked into it. I'd rather be helping London's prostitutes. Here, I feel like I'm just patching girls like you up so you can be thrown back to the wolves."
"I see. I suppose that I am to trust you then?"
Edith laughed again.
"No, I wouldn't say that. I won't hurt you or allow you to be hurt, not while you're here anyway. I cannot ask more of you than I'd give if I were in your... place."
Ange nodded.
"Well," Edith said, shaking her head, "I have been instructed to make sure you don't die, or become too disfigured. I have done so."
"So you are to throw me back to the wolves, then?"
Edith shrugged.
"If I could think of a reason that they'd accept, I'd keep you here."
Ange said nothing.
"Go ahead and lie down. I'll keep you here overnight. They won't mind that."
Ange looked at her for another moment, then glanced down at her body.
"Sorry," Edith said sadly, "they won't let me clothe you."
Ange shrugged, and settled down onto her side. Edith placed the blanket over her, and softly stroked her head for a moment. Ange's eyes fluttered closed, and she was asleep in a few minutes.
--Day 26--
Ange slowly awoke. She realized, with a soft groan, that she lay on the lumpy, uncomfortable cot of her cell. She opened her eyes. She saw the dark stone brick walls, ceiling, and floor. She also saw a tray of food and water, sitting beside a folded piece of cloth.
She sat up. She didn't feel pain. She stood, and moved over to the tray. The cloth was a long, clean shirt. She pulled it on over herself, then sat down on the floor. She ate and drank, then stood to move over to the latrine.
At some time during the day, the door opened, and a male guard entered long enough to take the empty tray and mug. Ange watched him with a carefully-neutral expression. The guard barely acknowledged her existence.
After an unknown amount of time, boredom took over again, and Ange settled down under the blanket, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
--Day 27--
Ange awoke, to find a tray of food and a mug of water. Next to the tray was a pair of plain white bloomers and light brown padded slippers. She pulled the bloomers on underneath the shirt, and slipped her feet into the slippers. She shivered. It was an unreal feeling, to not have bare feet after so long.
She sat down on the floor, ate her bread and drank her water. She used the latrine, watched the male guard who retrieved the empty tray and mug, and then eventually slipped her feet out of her slippers, pulled the blanket over herself, and fell asleep.
--Day 28--
When Ange opened her eyes next, she saw a tray of food and water, as usual. As had been happening recently, she also saw a folded piece of clothing beside the tray. She sat up, and stood, before remembering she now had slippers. She slipped her feet into them, and padded over. She picked up the cloth, and unfolded it. It was a pair of thin cloth trousers. She frowned, and glanced up at the door, then shrugged and slipped them on. She then sat and ate and drank.
She stood and padded over to the latrine, then after having done her business there, walked over to her cot. She sat. She looked at the empty tray and mug. She looked next at the door. After a moment, the door opened, and a female guard, which she did not recognize, entered the room. She nodded at Ange, and picked up the empty tray and mug.
"Thank you," Ange said quietly.
The guard blinked, and looked at her.
"For clothes?"
Ange nodded.
The guard shrugged.
"Weren't me. Look better than I seen you in a spot though."
Ange managed a smile, and the guard shrugged again, before leaving the room.
--Day 29--
Ange was awoken by the door opening. The female guard entered, as she had the last few days. Ange sat up in bed, watching her place a tray of food and a mug of water on the floor. Ange saw that there was more bread today.
She again forced herself to smile at the female guard, who again shrugged. The guard left without another word.
Ange ate and drank and used the latrine. The guard re-entered a bit later to take the mug and empty tray.
She sat on the cot and began to think. They were putting her into a familiar routine. They had done so before, only to yank the floor out from under her. They would build up hope, only do dash it to despair. It was a reasonable, if cruel, way to treat an enemy spy.
She closed her eyes, and considered what she had been through. She shivered. She expected further torture. She expected pain and suffering, and expected to cry and scream and bleed. Her stomach flipped once, as she considered that she would probably be raped at some point. She had been threatened with it many times. She wasn't certain why it hadn't happened already. She could bear it. She had to bear it. She could not betray her friends. She would suffer and die before that happened. She would not die by her own hand, she resolved. That would be a betrayal of the Princess, and all that she stood for. She told herself this. She opened her eyes, and glanced around the empty room. It had been a month, hadn't it? She sighed, slipped her feet out of her slippers, and curled up on the cot. She closed her eyes. If the treatment continued to escalate as it had, she doubted she would survive another month. It would be an escape, if nothing else. Her only regret would be not seeing the Princess one final time before death.
--Day 30--
Ange's eyes opened, and she sat up. There was no food or water on the floor. She frowned, and slipped her feet into her slippers. She glanced at the door, then at the latrine. She felt as though her routine was being broken. She stood slowly, and walked over to the latrine. The door did not open. She did her necessities, then stood. She walked back to the cot. She looked back at the door. Just before she sat down again, the door opened.
The first male guard she had met, along with two more she didn't recognize, entered.
"C'mon," the guard said with a gesture.
She frowned, and glanced at the floor.
"Don't fight us," he said quietly. "We're not gonna hurt you today. I mean, if you fight you'll get the worse of it."
Ange sighed, and nodded. She walked forward, bracing herself for blows which did not come. Instead the guards backed out of her cell. The first guard placed his hand on her lower back. Ange resisted the urge to pull away from him. He led her, surprisingly gently, to and through the wrought iron gate, then into the hallway which she associated with the first interrogation chamber. She had seen Gazelle there, a month ago. Or was it longer than that now? It didn't matter really.
They continued down this corridor, to the door at the end. The guard opened this door, and gestured her through.
It was another similar corridor. Two doors were open here. She recognized one as the room in which she had been cleaned off. The other was set up as an office. Gazelle Flint stood just inside. She glanced at Ange.
"You get to have some freedom. Don't screw it up."
Ange nodded in her direction.
"Such humane treatment," she said sarcastically.
Gazelle allowed a thin smile to cross her lips.
"We're not savages after all."
She was, gently, pushed on. The door at the end of the corridor led to a large, open space. The air was chilly, but not as cold as the last time. That may have been due to the fact that she was clothed now. Still, the breeze held a hint of salt, as last time.
The guard patted her shoulder.
"The other girls will be out in a minute. Have fun."
She glanced back at him, and he smirked. They walked back out the door, closing and locking it.
She strolled forward. The courtyard was mostly mowed grass, with benches sitting here and there. To one side half of a football pitch was set up, the goal marked off by two tall white poles. A faded white and black ball sat between them.
She ignored this, choosing instead to stroll around the perimeter.
After a moment, a door opened from another side of the courtyard. Three female guards walked out, glancing at Ange suspiciously. They were followed by a dozen women in white shirts and trousers with black up-pointing arrows printed on them. These women ambled out into the courtyard, many of them eyeing Ange with curiosity, or suspicion, or outright hostility.
Ange felt no particular compulsion to join them, but when a group of three walked over to her she also felt no desire to avoid them.
"Fresh meat," a tall woman with a blonde buzz-cut sneered. She recognized the voice.
Ange regarded her neutrally.
"Fresh meat belongs to me," she said in a low voice, taking a step toward Ange.
Ange held her ground, meeting the woman's gaze.
"Hey, Coleman." It was another voice that Ange recognized.
The tall blonde, apparently Coleman, turned with a frown.
"What d'you want, Kat?"
Ange saw the new girl. She had dark hair also in a buzz-cut. Her eyes were dark brown.
"Want you to back away from my property," Kat said, stepping closer to the four.
Coleman regarded her with a frown, then glanced at Ange.
"She yours huh? Alright then."
A smirk crossed her lips. "You get a chance, come see me bitch," she said to Ange.
Ange didn't respond, keeping her expression neutral.
Coleman shook her head, and turned to leave. Her two companions trotted after her.
"Watch your ass, le Carré," Kat said quietly. "She's interested in you. Stand up to her like I just did and you should be okay."
"Is that so?"
"Now it is anyway. If I hadn't come over here she would've probably forced the issue."
"I could easily have put her in her place."
"And had the guards on your ass."
Ange glanced at Kat.
“And as for us, what news do you have?”
“We’re gonna be roomies, so I’ll go into more detail in private. I will say that there is a plan, and it will be carried out in a week or two, at most.”
“Good.”
"Alright ladies," one of the female guards shouted. "time's up. C'mon, form up."
Ange glanced uncertainly around the courtyard. The female guard glared at her.
"You too, solitary."
Ange nodded, and moved over to the other girls beginning to form up into a line.
She stood beside Kat, and behind Coleman and her two companions.
"What'd you do anyway, bitch?" one of the two asked her, glancing over her shoulder.
"Snatch some old lady's purse?" the other smirked.
"Purse some old lady's snatch?"
The girls giggled.
"Shut up," Coleman grumbled. The two glared at Ange for a moment, then edged closer to the tall blonde.
The women were led back indoors, and down a corridor to a large room with long tables and benches. They queued up in front of a wooden counter, where they were handed a tray, a cheap metal spoon, a tin mug of water, and a plate of something that looked like brown gravy poured over mashed potatoes.
"Tastes like shit, looks like shit. Better than bread and water," Kat said with a shrug.
Ange nodded, and experimentally tasted a spoonful of the food.
She shivered. It didn't taste good by any objective measure, but Kat was quite accurate in her assessment. Compared to her month-long bread and water diet, it was very welcome.
After eating, the girls were led back to the general prison floor. There were three tiers, all in a large square around an open interior space.
"Solitary," called a guard. She glanced at Kat, who nodded. Ange walked over to her.
"Few things to remember. First, we own your ass. We tell you to do something, you better damn well have already done it."
"Alright."
The guard frowned, and looked her over.
"Second, watch out for Coleman. She thinks she's the boss here, so she's gonna mess with you. You fight back, she's liable to hurt you bad. You fight back and hurt her, and we hurt you. Got it."
Ange kept her expression even.
"Understood."
"Third, you're only here til you fuck up. Once you do, you get thrown back into solitary."
"I shall endeavour not to fuck up."
The guard smirked.
"Yeah, you do that. Anyway, this is your cell."
It had two bunk-beds. Kat sat on the lower bunk of one. A different girl, with very short dark hair and brown eyes sat on the other. They glanced up.
"Ange le Carré. Your bunkmates, Kathrine Smith and Megan Reilly. Anyway, you're in their care, may God have mercy."
The guard watched as Ange entered the cell, then turned and walked away.
"It is a pleasure ...."
"Can it le Carré," Kat said with a smirk. "We know who you are. Sit."
Ange sat down on the bunk beside Kat. Megan leaned in close.
"So you're a Commonwealth agent?" She had an Irish accent.
"Indeed," Ange said with a nod.
"Megan here's with the Irish Republican Army. Or was."
"Am."
"Right. Anyway, that makes us all friends."
"No, you're still God-damned English to me. We're allies against the fucking Kingdom, no more."
"Close enough," Kat said with a nod.
"We have a plan?" Ange asked.
Kat nodded.
"We do. We are in contact with our agents through the means of a London-area laundry mill that the Royal Prisons have a contract with. We can smuggle messages out with dirty laundry, and replies in with clean."
"Prisoners deal with the laundry then, I take it?"
"Yeah," Megan nodded.
"Can we smuggle ourselves out?"
Megan shook her head.
"Tried that already. Guards found the girl and put a bullet in her skull."
Kat frowned.
"They said she was shot trying to fight. She might have fought, but the gun was pressed against the back of her head."
Ange nodded.
"And yet we can still use this means to communicate?"
"Yeah," Megan said, "And they're gonna send us some supplies, if you will."
"The three of us will make a break for it. Tomorrow is laundry day. If the supplies are there, we leave in two days. if not, we have to wait a week."
"I see."
A shrill steam-whistle blew.
"Alright, everyone in your cells. C'mon, hurry it up."
Ange glanced out of the cell. Along the landing on their tier, women were moving into their cells, and guards were making sure everyone got in.
After a moment, the heavy iron gate of the cell slowly closed with a grinding sound. It slammed shut.
Ange glanced at the bars. They were thick and heavy, with only few small gaps. They were automatic, or at least remotely controlled. She wondered, idly, if they could be opened locally, or only from a control room.
"Le Carré?"
Ange turned back to the other two.
"You get the top bunk above me," Kat said.
Ange stood, and climbed up to what was to be her bed. She sat on the edge, her legs dangling down. The mattress was slightly more comfortable than the cot in her old cell.
Kat stood up, and leaned against Ange's legs.
"You and me are on laundry duty tomorrow. I'll get the supplies, you keep watch. Make sure the guards don't notice what I'm doing."
"Alright."
--Day 31--
Ange's eyes opened. The cell was dimly lit. She rolled onto her belly, and glanced out of the cell. A pair of guards were slowly walking along the walkway. She saw no activity in any of the cells in her vision. She glanced down, and saw Megan laying on her back. Her eyes were open, and her head rested on her hands. She wore a very dark expression, and didn't seem to notice Ange.
Ange leaned over the edge of the bed, and looked down at Kat. She was on her side, facing the wall. Ange shifted back to her belly. She watched as the guards came together. After a moment, a number of other guards appeared.
There was a sharp, shrill whistle, and the lights snapped on abruptly.
"Alright ladies, rise and shine!"
There were groans from various cells. The heavy iron gate of the cell started to open with a heavy grinding sound. Ange sat up. Kat and Megan crawled out of bed.
"Breakfast. Shower. Stick by me there, because I’ve claimed you. Gonna need to reinforce that, but I won’t go too far. Then you have indoor free time. You'll be on your own, because I’ve got something else to do. Again, watch out for Coleman. Guards will collect you for laundry duty. Then lunch. Then exercise in the courtyard."
Ange nodded at Kat.
"I see. I look forward to working with you at the laundry."
Megan laughed again.
"C'mon you three," a guard near their cell snapped.
Ange eased herself to the floor, and followed Kat and Megan out. The guards led them down to the lower tier.
Breakfast was a watery gruel, perhaps oatmeal. It hadn’t enough flavour for Ange to decide what it actually was. The shower room was little more than the wash-room she had experienced earlier with the partial dignity of shower heads rather than a rubber hose. A dozen girls at a time were led into a changing room, ordered to strip, then herded into the wash-room. Coleman and her flunkies were in the same group as Ange, Kat, and Megan. Ange stuck close beside Kat, and in the wash-room Kat pressed her against the wall, groping her pussy and capturing her lips in a quick, rough kiss. When it broke, Kat cast a pointed glance at the other girls, particularly Coleman.
Ange, flustered, remained with her back to the wall for a moment, before hurriedly soaping down and rinsing off.
After the shower she dried herself, and was given a uniform like the other girls: A long white shirt with black up-pointing arrows, white trousers, and slip-on shoes that were less comfortable but sturdier than her slippers had been.
They were herded back out, and once more Kat pushed her against a wall, leaning in.
“Sorry about that,” she whispered.
“It is… alright. Not entirely bad.”
Kat chuckled.
“That so huh? Well. Maybe we’ll experiment some tonight. Anyway, that should keep the other girls from pawing at you. Still, watch out for Coleman.”
“I shall,” Ange said quietly.
Kat pulled back from her, smirking, and lightly slapped her cheek. She then turned and walked off. Ange, left to her own devices, followed the other girls into the large open space on the bottom tier of their cell block.
She sat down on a bench, and began to read a London newspaper.
She heard and felt someone sit down beside her, and glanced up. It was Coleman.
“You really Kat’s bitch huh?”
“Apparently so,” Ange replied in a disinterested tone. She looked back town at her paper.
“She needs to teach you manners, then. Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Ange sighed, and set the newspaper down. Coleman frowned.
“Am I gonna have to beat some manners into you myself?”
“Kat would be displeased at that, I suspect.”
“You talk like a fucking princess. I wonder if you squeal like one too.”
Ange shrugged.
“You will never find out, Coleman.”
Coleman’s expression darkened.
“Watch your lip, bitch.”
“I believe Kat would be displeased to learn that you are disrespecting her property.”
“I’ll show you disrespect,” Coleman growled, lunging at Ange.
Ange gripped her wrist as she did so, and effortlessly tossed her over the bench. She followed this up by wrenching her arm back, straddling her, and pressing her face against the floor with her free hand.
“As I said,” Ange repeated calmly, “Kat will be displeased.”
“Okay le Carré, let Coleman go.”
Ange glanced up to see a guard standing over them. The guard was grinning in obvious amusement.
“Very well,” Ange said, releasing Coleman and standing up beside her.
Coleman scrambled up to her feet, face beet red, and scampered away,
“Anyone here see what happened,” the guard asked.
A couple girls glanced in her direction with confused looks on their faces.
“Sommat ‘appen?” a short girl with slightly more brown hair than most asked with a smirk.
The guard shook her head.
“I bet you could take over if you wanted to.”
“Perhaps,” Ange stated neutrally.
"Well, it's time to put you to work. C'mon."
The guard led Ange out through a door, down a short corridor, and into a room filled with canvass sacks. Kat was standing within the room, her hands on her hips. She glanced up with a nod.
"Welcome," she said with a smirk.
The guard rolled her eyes.
"You two behave. I'll be in to check on you now and then."
"Of course," Ange replied.
The guard turned and left.
Kat nodded, with a sigh.
"Okay, just like we said."
Ange nodded, and glanced out the door. The guard was nowhere to be seen, though Ange imagined she was nearby.
Kat was opening sacks on one side of the room, taking out clean items of clothing. She folded them somewhat haphazardly, and tossed them on a rolling shelf.
After a few minutes, she chuckled.
"Bingo."
Ange, still watching the door, stepped closer.
Kat pulled out a small cloth packet, and partly opened it. Ange saw lock-picking tools, and a screwdriver.
--Day 32--
That evening the cell door slammed shut with a grinding sound as usual. Kat had made a show of pulling Ange into the lower bunk with her as a guard passed. Megan watched with amusement as Kat snuggled close to Ange in the bed.
"You ready," she whispered.
"Yes," Ange replied.
"Good. The picks don't help with the cell door, but the guards patrol out there anyway. We go out through the vent."
Kat slipped her hand under Ange's trousers as a guard strolled past. Her hand rested lightly against Ange's body, unmoving. Ange, nevertheless, squealed and jolted. The guard stopped, and glanced in.
"Quiet," she snapped, before moving on.
Megan rolled her eyes.
Kat pulled her hand out.
"Sorry."
"No need," Ange replied evenly.
Kat pulled Ange a little closer.
"This is kinda nice though," Kat sighed. She sounded genuine.
Ange responded by embracing Kat a touch tighter.
"When do we go?"
Kat chuckled bitterly.
"All business, huh? Give it a few hours. The guards get tired near the end of their shift. We go then, before fresh guards arrive."
Ange nodded.
"And until then," Kat began, before teasingly kissing Ange's lips. "We can have a little bit of fun."
Megan sighed, and rolled onto her other side, facing the wall.
Kat kissed Ange again, and slipped her hand back down Ange's trousers. This time, her fingers teased at Ange's pussy. Ange shuddered, and her hips pressed against Kat's hand. Encouraged by the reaction, Kat slipped her finger into Ange's pussy.
"Wet," Kat murmured as she briefly broke the kiss.
"Been a while," Ange managed to whisper.
They resumed the kiss, and Kat lightly brushed Ange's clit hood. Ange jolted, moaning softly into Kat's mouth. Encouraged, Kat stroked more firmly until she felt the nub of Ange's clit emerge. She rubbed it with firm but tender strokes. Ange shuddered at the sensation, pressing her hips against Kat's hand. Her head lulled back and she groaned. Kat kissed Ange's chin and throat. She shifted her hand, her thumb continuing to grind against Ange's clit while she slipped a finger deeper into Ange's body.
"Jesus you two, don't get too into it," Megan said. "You gotta be ready to go."
Kat sighed softly.
"Probably right."
Ange nodded, swallowing. Kat started to pull away, but Ange's thighs clamped down against her hand. Kat laughed quietly.
"You don't wanna stop though, huh?"
Ange shrugged, her cheeks flush.
"No, but we ought."
"We'll pick this up once we get out."
Ange nodded. There would be no harm, would there? She would likely not see Kat again.
Ange relaxed, and Kat slipped her hand out from Ange's trousers. Her fingers were sticky with Ange's juices. Kat smirked, and slipped them into her mouth. She slowly pulled them out, and nodded.
"Very nice."
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