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Behind an imposing electrified chain link fence covered in coils of razor wire, the tall shadow of Veronica Striker fell over the frosty ground. She was a handsome woman, her features naturally hard, but not without beauty. Now approaching her fiftieth year, Veronica had almost three decades of experience; first in the military, then in corrections.

She had brown eyes and shoulder length caramel hair dappled with gray. Veronica was not given to vanity. She was given to function over form. Her clean cut gray suit hit all the right lines, giving her a businesslike appearance. Stoic and stern, that was how she appeared as she walked the yard toward Cell Block C, her feet clad in long black boots with a flat heel. With her military background, Veronica was physically fit and mentally tough.

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Both were necessary in dealing with over a thousand female inmates, every single one of whom would test the boundaries if given the chance. Charlie James has several years to serve, and she intends to make the most of her time. It was a dangerous observation.

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Charlie knew that. She was entering a verbal minefield. She would have to be careful. Is that what you think this is? A spa?

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God, this woman was hot. She had the gravitas of experience and the bearing of a woman who had served her country. Strict and yet feminine, with just enough make up that it would have been plausibly deniable. She was giggling now.

It was a serious situation. She knew it was a serious situation. And normally, she was a very serious person.

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But there was just something about having strips torn off her by Veronica Striker which made her feel uncharacteristically silly. You think getting an attitude with me is going to work out for you?

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Sorry for laughing. There were a few snorts of agreement around the room. Charlie wished she could get a grip on herself and stop squirming and giggling in front of this woman. Warden Striker was starting to look like she wanted to live up to her name. The warden was picking up on that, she could tell. She was going to have to get herself under control. Pissing off the warden on day one was not part of the plan. There was definitely something between them.

An energy which passed between their gazes and made Charlie tingle deep to her toes. Yira nodded, understanding. First you were born in a prison. Ayla patted the bed next Lesbian spanking story her and Yira approached, an eager look on her face. She sat down a few inches from Ayla, her knees turned toward the witch so that their legs almost touched. At that distance, her beauty was all the more evident. Her eyes were deep pools of caramel, and her hair was like a silken skein of rich wood tones.

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Full elf blood was always something to behold. She had pretty lips with a lovely shape and a slight natural pout. In comparison, Ayla was broader in both shoulder and waist, and curvier, her features exotic but far more grounded. Her pale blonde hair was thinner than the elven strands, and her eyes held an earthier touch, her bright green gaze taking all of Yira in.

She… the goddess, she made you sound like one of the broken elves. The ones who are all twisted and sick. But you are neither. Everyone here is very… good. Ayla smiled an understanding smile. I have lived a long time. This young woman knew nothing. She believed in hopes and dreams and the concept of love and a great many other fairy tales — all of which were true, of course.

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What Yira was Lesbian spanking story of was the shadow side of all those things. You should not risk being with me. Are you bored now? A once-famous witch seductress finds herself outcast and alone after time and fate strip her of friends, lovers, and enemies alike. With little left, she wanders the land she once protected, a vengeful shadow of the healer she once was.

When a skirmish with a goddess sends her into custody in the elven realm she becomes the captive of a wise elder named Riva, a woman who considers the witch little more than a rebel ripe for schooling. Looking through her binoculars, Terra smiled as a slim finger was waved defiantly in her direction. She doubted either one of her bratty soldiers would realize it, but she felt only pride. Cadet and Sarah had breached enemy lines in plain sight without a single shot being fired.

No small achievement for a couple of renegades. As she watched them talk their way further into the camp, she felt a shift in the wind within her heart and mind. It was an instinct which told her that this was not the end of everything, but it was the end of the beginning.

From an awkward naughty cadet who could not pass a single test, to a confident and brave soldier, Terra had watched her charge grow up swiftly. Though she would of course have to have words with both Sarah and Cadet about drinking on missions, not to mention flipping off her position and potentially giving it away, she could not help but be proud of both of them.

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Heavy gauntlets, light boots, clearly wearing whatever they could get their hands on and their bodies into. Jesus, Tess! It was their turn to stand outside on the porch, which was quickly becoming the deated sulking spot. I have to say, I am quite impressed. The state of her rear prevented her from sitting down, and made moving pretty uncomfortable too. Probably because the things that were most upsetting her were still very much in play.

Grisham was somewhere else on the base, doing something important, no doubt. She sat in the corner of the cabin, watching Terra and Gray and Grisham run over the plan for the mission that they were apparently going to undertake sometime soon. They were incredibly focused on it and did not seem to notice her mood. Reminding herself that being in a military unit was not about her and her feelings, she tried to pay attention to what Terra was saying, but there was so much boring background about terrain and elevation and other things that were probably relevant to the mission, but not at all relevant to a lovesick cadet.

Grisham walked across the camp to knock on the door of the woman she had once thought she would never see again. It took a minute, but Gray appeared, her eyes narrowed with sleep and suspicion, her hair falling in messily into them until she pushed it up and away. I need sleep. Gray rubbed her face with both hands, then nodded. Come in. Is that how it is, inmate? Out now! I do not know her. The armor will show. Cadet was brooding.

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