Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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Fill: There Is A Line (6/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Wanda bit back a pained yelp as she was thrown unceremoniously back into her cell, glaring up at her usual daytime guards as they stood outside the door, watching her. She took a long moment to wriggle herself into a sitting position, her back braced against the cot, aware of the two staring at her in contempt. That never boded well for her.

She pointedly ignored them as she forced herself to her feet, moving so she could sit on the thin, hard mattress instead of the cold concrete. When she next glanced up, the dark-haired one had stepped toward the bars.

"Overheard the General. Said you squealed for him. Clearly we weren't riding you hard enough when we asked you the same fucking questions, huh bitch?" he said, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Either that or she liked riding the General's dick a lot better than yours," the younger of the two sniggered. The dark-haired one threw him the bird in reply.

The two focused their attention on her once more, and she met their gazes with a glare. The dark-haired one leaned up against the glass, looking her over as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip.

"Wonder if the warden will ease up on us now that the little whore is out of information. Let us do some real damage for once."

"Not likely. Warden's finally got a bitch in here to fuck herself on, she won't want us killing her," the light-haired one muttered, sounding almost disappointed.

"I'm sure she wouldn't complain if we knocked a few teeth out. Less chance of biting. Besides, I like the way this one cries."

"Just smack her a few times. That usually does the trick."

"It's not the same."

Wanda turned her head away, focusing instead on the smooth fall of her hair, somewhat clean and untangled for the first time in a week. Her mood had been lifted a surprising amount by Secretary Ross' unexpected kindness, and despite the icy shock of being flung right back into her hell-hole of a prison cell, she was feeling better than she had been in days.

The aspirin was finally kicking in, and the unbearable aches across her whole body were dying back into a dull throb that she could almost ignore.

If it weren't for the two guards outside of her cell, trying to goad a reaction from her, she could almost curl up on the little cot and sleep peacefully.

The dull hiss of the door to her cell bay sliding open drew her attention, and Wanda glanced up as the warden entered the room, flanked by four guards.

Wanda went stiff on instinct.

"So what's the word? Can we break the little whore?" the dark-haired guard asked.

"Sorry, boys, this one's off limits."

"What?" the blond one yelped. "No fair!"

"Sorry," the warden gave him a shrug that wasn't apologetic in the least. "Ross said this one is his, special. If you're gonna use her, make sure you can clean it up afterwards. And do not damage her looks...it's the only thing the little bitch has going for her."

"How about her mouth?"

"I already told you worthless pricks, her mouth is mine. And you all know what happened to the last jackass who ignored that. You have three men upstairs with perfectly good mouths, if you've got balls enough to take them. A hole is a hole, and you can put a bag over their heads if you don't like their faces. Though Lang's pretty enough that you could probably put some lipstick on him and enjoy the blowjob."

A couple of the men snickered at that.

Wanda wanted to gag.

"So what's that mean for us?" the dark-haired guard asked, sending a sideways glance in at Wanda.

"It means don't make a mess of her. You're welcome to have your fun, just so long as you don't get her too filthy or break anything important. Don't cum inside of her, either. The General complained about the slop you all left behind. But you two are coming with me for now. We've got work to be done on the other prisoners. You two," she nodded at a pair of the guards that had followed her in. "Stay here and watch her."

With that the woman swept out of the room, Wanda's day guards following her with muttered complaints as the two she'd nodded at moved toward her cell.

The guards that the warden left in the room were familiar to her, but only in passing. They were usually posted up with her other teammates, although they would shift switches occasionally, if they "got tired of fucking ass and wanted some sweet pussy for a change," as she'd overheard.

Wanda did her best to shoot them a glare, hoping that they would take it as a warning rather than a challenge, but the men just sniggered and nudged one another, nodding in her direction like she was some small animal trying to be fierce and they thought it was adorable.

The cell bay door slid closed with a hiss, and the two were quick to open Wanda's cage and step inside.

She let out a little growl as they entered and the two smiled at one another again, their expressions making her feel sick.

"Still so fiery," the one by the door commented, making sure the glass behind them was sealed so she couldn't escape. Not that she would get very far.

The other guard, more heavyset than his companion, crossed the room to stand before her, cornering her on her little cot.

"I would'a sworn that they'd have broken it out of her by now, but apparently the newbies down here don't know the right way to treat a prisoner with attitude."

Wanda didn't get time to react before she was backhanded. The action was light - the man mindful not to damage her face after what the warden had said - but it was still enough to shock her into silence.

"There, that's better," the one by the door laughed. He took a moment to scratch his stubble, and Wanda had the fleeting thought that he might be considered attractive if it weren't for the sick smile across his face. "Second best way to shut a bitch up."

"So...you been spending some quality time with the General, huh?" the one closer to her asked, reaching out to flick her cheek. Wanda bit back a little snarl as she leaned away, glaring up into his chubby grin.

"Wonder if he filled her up with his cum to make sure she knew whose bitch she was?" the other one cackled. "Fucked her across that big fancy desk of his."

"I did hear her crying out from down the hall...Wanna check?"

Wanda snarled a little, trying to kick them away as they grabbed her ankles and dragged her from her cot to the floor, smashing her tailbone agonizingly against the tile and scraping her spine against the metal frame of the cot.

She let out an indignant cry as the one with the scruff hauled her pants down, and he looked up at her in surprise as she did.

"Huh...she didn't get zapped. He must'a turned off the shocker. Guess the guy wanted to hear her moan for him," he laughed.

"Just as well. I wanna hear this bitch scream for me," the heavyset guard muttered, moving so he was above her head and kneeling on her shoulders to pin her down.

Wanda tried to ram her head up into his crotch as the opportunity presented itself, but the man caught a hand around her neck and slammed her back into the concrete hard enough to daze her before she could.

"Dumb bitch, did you really think I would fall for that?"

Wanda yelped as she felt a hard slap connect between her legs, and the guard with the facial hair pried her knees apart with a laugh before striking her again.

"Better behave yourself, little witch. Or we'll come up with all kinds of horrible things to do to you and your friends."

Wanda forced herself to lie quiet and still as the man by her feet stripped her pants the rest of the way off, prodding at her labia for a second before using his thumbs to spread her open.

"Damn. Look how nice he cleaned her up."

"Yeah. She almost doesn't smell anymore."

"Awww, I found a band-aid."

Wanda yelped as she felt the bandage ripped unceremoniously from her tender thigh, biting her tongue in frustration as the men laughed.

"Man, I knew she had a sweet ass, but it looks like he practically pampered her. He must really like this one," the man above her said, grinding his crotch down onto her face as she squirmed.

"The dude's a General, he knows a top-grade weapon when he sees one," the other one muttered, plunging his finger into Wanda without warning and tearing a startled yelp from her throat. "Man, she feels tighter than I remember. Are we sure he even fucked her at all?"

"I told you, I heard her screaming. All the way down the hall."

"Remember what Mooney said about Lang? Putting the ginger paste up his ass to make him tighter? Maybe that's what Ross did to her. Lang certainly screamed for long enough."

She glared at the crotch of the man above her, biting her tongue to keep herself silent as she felt the thick digit wriggling haphazardly inside of her.

She jerked in pain as he poked at torn flesh, and the heavyset man above her pressed his hand more firmly around her neck to keep her in place, turning her breath into little wheezes.

"Aww, does that hurt, little whore?" the man at her feet cackled. "That's what you get for jumping the dick of every man in the place."

Wanda let out a little breath in relief as she felt him finally withdraw his finger, but the relief was short-lived. A slap across her spread opening was enough to make her cry out, and the two pinned her down more firmly as she tried to struggle.

"Did you like taking the General's wrinkly old dick, little whore?" the man at her feet asked, giving her crotch another sharp slap.

"Bet she did, if only cause he was small enough that she didn't feel it go in," the other one laughed.

"Nah, this one likes it when you stretch her out. I've got half a mind to get a bunch of thumb tacks from the supply closet and see how many boxes worth of them we can fit inside of her before she pops."

"I don't think the warden would go for that. What if we lost some?"

"Dude, I would pay to see the General get a tack up his dick while fucking the little bitch. That would be gold."

"That scenario would also wind up with us dead, or worse."

"Yeah...maybe just a bunch of ice cubes. Lock them up inside her with a chastity belt and let 'em melt away on their own."

"Or a plug," the heavy one panted, grinding his half-chub into her face once more. "Make sure all that water stays stuffed up inside her. 'Clean her out' or whatever the Warden was saying."

"I'm game for that. Let me get the ice. You prep the bitch."