Bad Girl

Making a Splash

'Next time I need help from a deviant pervert I will ask.' You mock the Baroness's middle-class accent as you pace in your cell. 'Who the hell does she think she is?' Natalie stressfully runs her hand through her hair. 'Do you think she will tell anyone?' 'I brought her biscuits! This is the thanks I get? Next time I should just leave her to drink urine see if she is still so stuck up then.' Natalie watches your pace. 'Maybe she just got a shock? I don't know if our kind of relationship is as known in her world.' she reasons. You snort with laughter. 'Come on, you know that sort they are all sleeping with the servants, and oooh yes what a big fat bank account you have sir, I bet you've nothing on under that fur coat madam.' you mock. 'Um...I'm pretty sure they don't speak like that...isn't that actually from a porno?' Natalie quirks an eyebrow.

'You aren't getting the point who the hell does she think she is? I hope Barb gets her, I hope she does something really embarrassing to her. I doubt she'd be so high and mighty then.' you smirk with triumph. 'Why are you so obsessed with this woman?' Natalie groans. 'I'm not, I just hate snobs that think they are better than me.' Natalie checks her watch. 'That's nearly half an hour you have been ranting about her.' You roll your eyes. 'Well, if you aren't going to be supportive I'm going elsewhere.' you walk out of your cell. Natalie ties up her long red locks stressfully and leaves to continue doing her job.

The Baroness has come to the conclusion it would be foolish to spend any longer without showering and it can't really be that bad. She puts on the shower shoes and puts on a silk black robe tying the belt firmly around her waist her hair is in a dark purple wrap. Lifting the small bathroom bag with her soap, sponge, and hair products she heads down. When she enters the shower room it's steamy and plenty of women are chatting. She sees a number of females in towels, half-naked, or totally naked. It's not like she isn't used to seeing women in a semi-state of undress she is in the fashion world after all. There is just something more real about these women they are bone-thin models for starters, some have tattoos and piercings in the strangest places. 'Like what you see love?' a young woman with out-of-control blonde curly hair catches the Baroness looking at her nipple bars.

The Baroness doesn't blush she simply looks away and heads to the nearest shower cubicle hanging her bag up. She turns to draw the curtain but to her horror, she discovers there isn't one. Her presence has drawn the attention of several inmates who are all smirking seeing her search for a modesty curtain. 'What's the matter posh bitch? You got stage fright?' one of the older women calls and they all laugh at her. The Baroness quirks an eyebrow and inhales then exhales. Pulling the cord of her robe she reveals her naked body and she is a goddess, she unpins her wrap letting the waist-length locks fall down. This act of defiance seems to have gained some approval as a number of women leave her to it. As she washes some of the women stay she is quite the sight to look at.

A few of the girls giggle commenting under their breath. 'Do you think she would be my prison mommy?' The Baroness ignores them all and washes, unashamed of her body so much so she doesn't notice when Barb and her gang enter and the other women take that as a cue to leave. She lets the water shower down on her head rinsing the shampoo away then turns the tap off. When she is satisfied that the shampoo has gone she rings out her hair then grabs her towel dabbing it on her face clearing the water droplets from her eyelashes. She tucks her towel around herself to cover her body when she turns she sees Barb and her gang staring at her. The others have gone she purses her lips looking annoyed. 'Can I help you?' Barb laughs and brings out a large pointed needle. The Baroness swallows and takes a step back. 'What are you doing with that needle?' she asks warily.

Barb smirks. 'Grab her, pin her down.' Outside the shower room, the guard turns the pages of his newspaper as he hears the terrified unearthly scream. He sips his tea. The Baroness struggles as two of the girls grab her, and her towel falls from her body. Barb grabs the dark purple hair wrap forcing as much of it into her mouth as possible to muffle the screams. 'Relax,' she runs a hand over her exposed breast, her waist, 'this is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me.' her hip, then grabbing her roughly between her legs. 'Pin the posh bitch down and don't let her move, I don't want to fuck up my handy work do I?' she smiles nastily and the Baroness screams through her gag trying to get free from them. They pin her down roughly on the shower floor she's naked and defenceless.

It's sometime later when the gang leaves and you are heading down to shower when they pass you. They look entirely too happy, and Barb gives you a nasty smile. Wrapped in a towel with your own dark green fluffy robe tied around you, you head to the showers. Pushing open the door you hear the water running erratically. When you enter the overflowing cold water assaults your feet over your shower shoes. You turn off three of the taps in different cubicles that had been left running when- 'Victoria!' she is slumped in a cubicle the water around her ice cold and tainted with blood. You quickly turn the tap off and kneel down. She is curled against the wall, she's been crying and she's in shock but she is conscious. 'Shit.' Natalie has entered and staring over at you both. She lifts her radio. 'Don't! If they find out she snitched they will kill her, you know how it works in here.' Natalie freezes. 'What, what should we do? What should I do?' she's panicking.

'We need to get her back to my cell, bring me what you can from the infirmary, help me get her up.' Natalie nods and rushes over helping you help the Baroness to her feet. You take off your robe and immediately wrap her in it, she clings to it for support. 'It's okay I've got you.' you whisper against the Baroness's ear. Your arm is around her waist your other is protectively in front of her. It surprises you when you feel her delicate hand grip yours for support and she leans against you allowing you to hold most of her weight. As quickly and carefully as you can you get her to your cell, the stairs are a challenge but you are patient. When you get her to your room you sort the floor mattress it's easier for her right now you grab the blankets from your bed and hers wrapping her in them to keep her warm. 'Im sorry, I am.' she speaks quietly and you know she is referring to how she spoke to you. 'It's fine.' you grab a hand towel and dry her hair.