The girl in the next cell over (M/F noncon)

It fell quiet, still for a few seconds. Then there was a slap, a dull moan, and the guard laughed something unintelligible. The girl’s door creaked open, then closed with a slam. Hardly any noise came from the girl’s cell now, just shuffling and what might be sniffling.

Then there was the rattle and creak of her door again. “Oh no, PLEASE” the girl began to sob. Mary’s stomach knotted and she grabbed her thin pillow to pull over her ears. Oh no, they were going to do it to her again…the thin pillow did nothing to muffle the girl’s cries as the new guard struggled with her. First the girl begged, then she yelled and growled as she actually fought with the guard for a minute…then there was the high, shrill scream as he penetrated her, then the steady grunting yelps as he sodomized her roughly, along with the crude slapping of his hips banging against her fleshy buttocks.

The woman on the bus had said it would be like this.

She looked quiet and nervous. “This isn’t a good place, the one we’re going” she had whispered to Mary.

“They rape the women there.”

Having the Gordon’s baby [M/F, dubious consent]

Sarah was about to turn on the dryer when she heard a tap on her door. “Do you have a minute, sweetie?” Mom said from the other side. “Sure, what is it?” Sarah answered. But Mom just came in, and Dad, and sat on her bed as she stared at them like a deer in the headlights. Okay, so what was this all about?

“Why don’t you take a seat, hun” Dad said to her with a pleasant smile. Sarah sat down apprehensively. “What’s going on, you guys?” she asked. Mom had seemed way too…smiley the last few days. She’d insisted on going for a jog and that Sarah join her, then that Sarah shower right after, and now she was beaming a big goofy awkward smile at her. Sarah wasn’t smiling.

“Oh, we just wanted to bring you in on a little something that’s going on, that’s all” Dad began, choosing his words carefully. Sarah’s mind raced. *Were they…getting a divorce? Moving? What the hell?*