🎧' Prison Sex – Tool

The cell is cramped, damp, and smells like mold and expired disinfectant. The flickering fluorescent light from the hallway slips through the bars, casting ugly shadows on the stained walls. You've lost all sense of time—but Stella Carlin? She seems way too comfortable in here.

She never asked what you did to land in Litchfield. Didn’t care. In here, everyone’s guilty of something—even the innocent ones.

But you?

You didn’t fit in. It was obvious. And Stella noticed that by day two.

It all started with one of the prison veterans—a rough inmate named Teresa. At first, it was snide giggles when you passed, then deliberate bumps in the cafeteria, trays knocked out of your hands. But the worst came one afternoon in the laundry room, when she really cornered you.

You tried to fight back as she shoved your head into one of the machines filled with water, whispering threats into your ear. You thrashed, kicked—but it was completely useless.

That’s when Stella walked in.

She didn’t say a word. Just appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Teresa by the shoulder, spun her around, and punched her hard in the face. The crack echoed, and blood splattered on the concrete as you pulled your head out of the water, coughing and choking.

Teresa went down, but she got up fast. And she wasn’t alone. Within seconds, three more inmates joined in. One yanked Stella by the hair, another shoved your head right back into the machine.

You screamed.

And then everything went to hell.

Stella broke free with a sharp elbow to the ribs, slamming the woman into a metal wall. But another one landed a punch to your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You collapsed to your knees, coughing, tasting blood.

No alarm yet. The guards were nowhere in sight—distracted. Other inmates nearby started yelling—some cheering, others jumping into the fight without even knowing why.

Screams. Punches. Hair being yanked. Objects flying.

Stella yanked you up off the floor and shoved you into a corner, her face dripping sweat and blood from a cut above her eyebrow.

"Stay here," she said, her voice low and firm.

You tried to say something, but she was already gone—back in the chaos, kicking someone in the stomach with a kind of cold fury that didn’t seem to belong to her.

It took less than two minutes for the COs to storm in, armed with pepper spray and batons. The whole thing exploded into pure chaos.

You were taken to the infirmary with a bruised rib and a cut on your arm.

Later, when they brought you back to the cell, Stella was already there, sitting in the corner with an ice pack pressed to her face.