Jennifer looked through the chain linked fence at the vast expanse of
sun-baked sand. They were in the middle of no where. Nothing but desert
and open road for miles. The perfect place for a prison. San Pedro high
Jennifer scoffed at the idea of it. What a
pointless waste of resources. A concrete and steel monster dropped into
a harsh environment. She looked up at the concrete towers looming over
head, guards watching with their rifles slung on their shoulders. Always
watching. Always ready to come down like a gavel with their justice for
whatever reason, no matter how petty.
The inmate ran her
fingers through her short bob of bleach blonde hair, and wiped the sweat
from her forehead. She wasn't built for the heat. She was used to
living in cooler places. This was basically hell compared to home...
thought back to the journey that brought her to this hell hole. The
streak of art thefts across the country. Her crime wasn't really one
that should have landed her here with killers and gang members. The
judge had been especially harsh on her because she hadn't given up her
clients. But when your clients were as ruthless and powerful as hers
was.... Well, it was either this or being buried in an unmarked grave in
The clanging of weights and cheering snatched
Jennifer's attention out of the inky darkness of her thoughts. She
turned to see a huddle of women around the bench. They didn't get much
time in the yard, well, not until recently anyway. When they did, most
used the time to stay fit. Run laps, work on cardio, boxing, training,
or, in this case, lifting weights.
The orange ocean of bodies
parted slightly and Jennifer caught a glimpse of what was causing the
commotion. In between all the orange was one person on the bench, clad
in red. Vásquez. She was benching a ridiculous weight. Well, ridiculous
for Jennifer anyway. It must have been 220lbs at least. More than
Jennifer weighed. More than most people in the prison weighed.
could see Vásquez's arms quaking as she pushed the weight skywards.
Bulges of caramel muscle seemed to swell as the weight climbed higher
and higher. Then finally, she racked it and the cheering got louder.
Vásquez sat up with a smug pride radiating off of her. She'd just broken
her own record for heaviest bench in the cell block. Her teeth shone
brightly, contrasting against her tan skin as she pulled her pony tail
tighter. The act made her lats widen as her chest expanded with an
inhale. Jennifer could see the bra through her white vest. Her red
jumpsuit was pulled down to her waist, sleeves tied around her,
accenting her hourglass figure. "250lbs, bitches." Vásquez said,
flipping up her middle fingers to the ladies around her and standing up.
There was a chorus of laughter and congratulations as the record
breaker rose almost a full head taller than those around her.
and the surrounding ladies, were part of a gang called Los Lobos. The
6'1, towering pillar of muscle and tattoos was second in command of the
gang. The muscle. The enforcer. Maria's red right hand. The one that
would go out and lay pain down on their enemies. And she looked every
inch the part. Despite her sharp features being undeniably attractive,
Vásquez gave off a menacing aura. It was the eyes. Two pools of molten
honey that seemed to burn into you. Like she was weighing your soul
before passing it on to the ferryman. Her long, lean, muscled form
combined with that cold gaze made her seem like some great feline
Then there were the tattoos. Catholic symbology crawled
up her right arm in a sleeve, tear drops on her cheek and, most
disturbingly, the rows of skulls on her torso. Jennifer had caught sight
of the skulls tattooed along her ribs while they were in the showers.
She hadn't had time to count them but she was certain that, if the
rumours about the tattoo's meaning were true, Vásquez had killed over 25
Just then those smouldering eyes turned to Jennifer and
the two inmates made eye contact across. Jennifer dropped her own ice
blue eyes to the floor quickly and heard the distant chuckle it elicited
from the other woman. Jennifer kept her gaze down. Down on her own red
overalls. They were both clad in red overalls. Unlike the ocean of
orange, they were two specks of red. They were both a part of the same
bullshit programme. The same science experiment held in secret within
the prison. The one that meant they got more yard time and food at meal
times. It had it's perks but she still felt uneasy with whatever it was.
blonde let her eyes flicker quickly up to see if she was still the
target of Vásquez's attention. She let out a breath of relief to see
her talking with the someone else, moving on to another set of weights.
took this as her cue to leave before she drew any more attention. The
5'2 pixie of a woman quickly strode through the yard, out of the sun and
into the shade of the corridor. Cell block B was only half of the
sprawling prison. It held over 500 women, and was large enough for them
as well as a whole host of guards and, Jennifer had recently found out,
scientists. She went to the library, passing by more orange clad
Once she arrived a quick scan let her home in on who she
was looking for. Trish. Another one of the ladies in the programme.
Trish was, similarly to Vásquez, a part of one of the gangs in the
prison. It wasn't a shock. There were at least 5 gangs in the prison all
vying for control. However, unlike Vásquez, Trish was much friendlier
than most here, especially towards Jennifer, considering they now shared
a sisterhood of being test subjects.
Trish looked up from the
text book she was trying to figure out. Her eyebrows rose and she nodded
to Jennifer, rushing towards her. "What's up?"
"N-nothing. Just needed to get out of the sun."
cocked an eyebrow with a dubious look, but laughed. "Southern sun a bit
too much for you to handle?" She asked, her slight Texan accent making
the question even more taunting.
Jennifer just let out a laugh. "Something like that."
"Come on, what's actually bugging you?"
Ugh, fine." Jennifer threw up her hands in frustration. Trish was far
too good at reading her. She collapsed into the opposite chair. "I just
watched Vásquez beat one of her records.... Again."
She... She keeps doing it." Jennifer said, leaning in and lowering her
voice. "She's broken three cell block records in the last week."
the girl's a gym freak." Trish said flatly. The twinkle in her eye said
she was interested in where this was going though. The fact that she
closed her textbook and looked over her shoulder just compounded that
sentiment. Her attention was clearly sparked.
"So.... Do you
think, like, these.... These treatments might have something to do with
it?" Hissed Jennifer. She was referring to the trial a handful of the
inmates were now a part of. For the past three weeks they'd been part of
some medical trial. Twice a week, they'd be taken into a deeply hidden
away room and injected with.... Something.
Trish's plush lips pressed into a frown as her brow furrowed. "What makes you say that?"
Jennifer couldn't shake the feeling that Trish had her own thoughts in
the matter, but was keeping her cards close to her chest. "Seriously?"
She asked, making a face that said 'I know you're smarter than that'.
It made Trish laugh. "Yeah, okay. It's obvious the trial is some sketchy, military shit."
That bald asshole in charge is clearly military. The way he stands,
like a stick is all the way up his ass. Normal people don't have posture
like that." Jennifer said gesturing upwards to symbolise the stick.
that 1000 mile stare. That mother fucker has clearly killed people."
Trish nodded, again checking over her shoulder for eavsedroppers.
Jennifer almost shouted that part. "I mean, not to mention the way he
speaks. 'O-Eight-hundrend-hours'? Like, fuck off." Jennifer was now
fully venting. She took a breath and refocused. "So, if this shit is
military, then what are they testing?"
Trish thought for a moment. "Could be some bio weapon shit."
"Oh, that would be so fucked up. But, like, people here can't just disappear. We've got families."
"Not like they can visit us though." She gestured around as if they could see the sandy wasteland through the walls.
fair, but why wouldn't they test that in the field, y'know? I dunno. I
just think it's weird how Vásquez is suddenly crushing records.... And, I
mean, so have you." Jennifer said, dancing delicately around what felt
like a bombshell.
Trish made a face. "God, I broke one record.
A-and it's not like I don't work out." She shrugged. Trish was well
built. Okay, that's an understatement. Trish had the lower body of a
world class sprinter or an Olympic weight lifter. She'd clearly poured
hours and hours into building muscle, but, even she felt the last few
weeks had yielded some weirdly good gym sessions.
took the bait and said what she already knew Jennifer was trying to say.
"Don't spin me some super soldier shit." She scoffed, knowing that Jen
had some conspiratal tendencies. "Should I go to the canteen and get us
Jennifer's eyes went wide and she quickly
shushed her friend. "I mean.... No, but, like, what if.... What if it
is?" She asked with fascination sparkling in her eyes.
Trish rolled her eyes, "aight, say it is. Why the fuck would they test it on us? Us, high security criminals."
began listing reasons on her fingers. "No one can visit us, like you
said. Everyone has long sentences so the experiment lasts as long as
they need. If something does go horribly wrong they can sweep shit under
the rug with one or two people disappearing with gang violence. They
have 24 hour observation on us..." Jennifer kept listing but Trish had
unfocused. She was fixated on her recent workouts in her head. On how
tight her overalls felt around her hips. Was it insane?
opened her mouth to say something when a guard interrupted them from the
library door. "Oh-three-oh-four. Oh-two-two-nine. You two are wanted
in the med bay." His deep voice sliced through the library. Everyone
looked up before going back to what they were doing. The two red clad
ladies looked at each other.
"Well, shit. Looks like we're having
another brush with our science experiment friends." Trish frowned as
she stood from the desk. Jennifer tried not to let her eyes linger on
her friends lower half, but it was impossible. The only person that
actually competed with Vásquez in her weight lifting was Trish. Her hips
and thighs and ass all just seemed to explode out from her trim waist.
The way her red overalls clung to her in all the right places meant
Jennifer was hypnotised completely. Each step, each sway of her hips was
mind numbingly hot.
Unfortunately, Jennifer didn't get to watch
for long. She forced her eyes away just as Trish whirled back around to
her. "Oh, and don't think imma forget about the fact you just admitted
to stalking me while I work out." She said jabbing a finger playfully
into Jennifer's chest. She shot her a playful grin as she stood
straight, eyes locked on Jennifer. She turned and strutted away with
even more confidence in her step.
Jennifer's face glowed red as she stood from the table and followed her friend and the guard towards medbay.
In medbay Trish and Jennifer were greeted by the other Guinea pigs.
There were six overall. Trish, Jennifer, Jessica, Selina, Amber and, of
Amber was a part of some white supremecy
group. She was exactly what you'd expect they'd want in their group.
Tall, slender, pale skin, emeral eyes and blonde, almost white hair. She
kept that blonde hair in a plait that made her look like a norse
shieldmaiden. Or at least that's what she probably intended. She was
stood at the back, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed under
her modest breasts.
Amber and Vásquez were staring daggers at
each other. Their gangs were currently at each other's throats because
of a fight a few days ago. At 5'11, Amber cut almost as an intimidating
shape as Vásquez. Despite the difference in muscle mass, Amber was
feared for being brutal, almost rabid, when in a fight. Jennifer
glanced at Vásquez before letting her eyes wander to the other inmates.
were all a part of different gangs. Trish was a part of the 'Nation'.
Vásquez, Los Lobos. Amber was a part of the aryan sisterhood. Selina was
a part of K13, and Jessica was a Niner. Only Jennifer was completely
Again, she began to wonder about the design of this
experiment. Were they chosen purposefully? Some weird ploy to maintain
the prison balance? Or was this another way to divide and conquer? If
Jennifer's theory was right then either mindset would make sense.
ladies." A chill ran through her. Smith was here. Mr. Smith. The
aforementioned bald, military asshole. "I trust everyone has been well?"
He asked rhetorically, beckoning for them to follow him. He had a wiry
build beneath the charcoal suit. Everything about him was unnervingly
neutral. Jennifer began to move forwards, wanting to get this done
quickly. Some of the other ladies needed further prompting from the
guards before following him through the med bay and across to a set of
It seemed the 'beef' between Los lobos and the
aryans was causing extra friction, today. Smith scanned his ID and, with
a beep, a heavy 'ka-chunk- signalled the doors opening. He pushed one
of the doors open and stepped through into the sterile, white tiled
corridor on the other side. Even the air seeping out of the doorway had a
lingering disinfectant scent. He turned to look to his test subjects,
waiting for them to step through. Jennifer, Trish, Selina and Jessica
stepped through. Amber, however, was shoved hard by Vásquez when she
tried to step through. Her foot caught on the lip of the door and she
fell hard to the tiles.
There was a short laugh from Vásquez
which ended in a strangled gasp. One of the guards had driven a baton
into her ribs with a deep thud. Vásquez crumbled, clutching at her side
as Amber scrambled on the ground, murderous intentions oozing off of
her. The older man stepped between the ladies, as if appearing from
nowhere. His passive, dead stare burrowed into Amber.
Was all he said. Amber stopped for a moment before standing and
squaring up to Smith. She was the same height as the older man and while
they were eye to eye, Jennifer couldn't shake an odd feeling. The two
women were like predators in the wild. Two lionesses getting ready to
tear into each other over territory. But this wasn't the that. Amber's
expression was as cold as always but her body language subtly gave it
away. She was scared of him. This wasn't two predators staring each
other down. It was more like one predator staring into the abyss.
lips peeled back to bare her teeth. "Fine." She simply said before
stepping back. Smith's expression was still neutral. He turned to
Vásquez and extended a hand.
She looked up at the hand and then to the face behind it before slapping it away. "I'm fine, vato," she grumbled as she rose.
Smith strode through the group and to the front of the line. This time
there was no more delays to their passage through the labyrinth of
corridors. Jennifer had been trying to mentally map the corridors but
after three visits she was still struggling. Through the door. Down the
corridor. Fifth door on the right. Second left. Down a stairwell into a
cooler area. Through another set of ID controlled doors, then it gets
The twists and turns, and the multiple keys needed to open
specific doors was draining. But that was Jennifer's profession,
really. Breaking in. Memorising paths to get the easiest theft. She
would memorise it. Even if she didn't know why she was so determined to.
She counted doors and turns silently on her fingers as they went
Eventually they were brought to a familiar room. A large
open room which held what must have been a huge one way mirror on one
side. The florescent lights illuminated six beds on the other side of
the room, opposite the wide mirror.
The beds themselves wouldn't
look out of place in a hospital. Thin mattress, white sheets, guard
rails on the sides and flanked by medical equipment. A handful of
metrics were measured on the electronic screens. Heart rate, blood
pressure and a few others that Jennifer couldn't figure out. What would
have been out of place in a hospital were the guards stationed by each
bed and the restraints latched onto the rails.
One by one, the
women were led to a bed and hooked up to monitors. Jennifer climbed into
the bed, resting her back against the propped up end. She had Selina on
her right and Vásquez on her left. The guards strapped the restraints
on. Vásquez was mumbling something to the guard strapping her in, but he
didn't react. It was the same guard that had struck her earlier. She
was one to hold a grudge, so Jennifer thought nothing of it.
the inmates were all restrained, nurses stepped forward. They were all
dressed in green scrubs, masks covering their faces. Jennifer recognised
that it was her nurse though. Always the same woman with her hair tied
into a bun. A drip was hooked up to each inmate.
squirmed slightly. She hated needles. Whenever she had to have any
interaction with a needle she'd pinch her leg and stare off into the
distance until it was done. But having had this happen so many times
already meant her trust in the nurse administering the needle had built.
She hardly felt the needle when they sunk it into her arm. She still
stared directly at the ceiling to avoid looking at it though.
she shifted her gaze to the almost luminous purple IV bag that was
going to be emptied into her. They had one bag each. Looking out across
at the other women, Jennifer took stock of what was going on. Trish was
looking around, trying to find any details that explained what was
happening here, but the other inmates just looked disinterested. Selina
looked as if she might doze off already.
Jennifer tried to pry.
To see figures on notepads or eavesdrop on the nurses as they passed.
Hell, even just reactions to whatever their findings were. Anything.
a futile few minutes the purple bags began to run dry. Just when the
art theif thought things were winding down, one of the monitors started
beeping. Blaring. Everyone turned to look at Vásquez. The inmates pulled
on their restraints, trying to look at her across the room.
skin was covered in perspiration, shining like copper in the white
light. Her teeth were bared and she was shaking in the bed. A low, long
groan of pain slowly melted into a full on scream and the shivering
shakes evolved into full on convulsions.
Nurses rushed over,
trying to hold Vásquez down as she thrashed. The guards had to step in
to help pin her down. Jennifer craned side to side to see past them
until a bellow rang out.
"Out of the way." The command was sharp.
Everyone froze and looked to Smith. "Our stakeholders will want to
see what happens." He thrust a thumb over his shoulder at something
Jennifer hadn't given any notice to. A camera, red light blinking as it
whirred over to look at Vásquez. This wasn't one of the run down, low
tech cameras in the rest of the prison. This one looked much more
Smith's facial expression was stone like. He observed
the inmate, uncaring of her fate. Jennifer felt her stomach drop. Had
she been wrong? Would they die one by one? Was this some twisted test of
a bio weapon? Now Jennifer watched Vásquez with a creeping dread. Was
she about to watch the towering inmate die?
Her screaming and
thrashing seemed to grow more frantic. Flecks of spit twinkled in the
light as venomous curses spewed out of her. Her eyes bulged and cords of
muscle in her neck bundled and stretched as she writhed in pain.
arms flexed as she struggled against the restraints. Jennifer blinked a
few times. There was something weird going on. Through all the madness
she couldn't help but stare at her arms. Jesus, she was pumped. Each
flex of her arm as she yanked on the restraint just seemed to bloat it
bigger. Veins throbbed to the surface.
Jennifer's breath caught
as her brain clicked and she understood what she was seeing. Her eyes
widened and she tried to rationalise it away with logic. But, it wasn't
just her arms. It was incredibly hard to notice but it wasn't her arms
alone getting pumped bigger. Her shoulders seemed to widen. Her chest
puffed bigger with each irratic, ragged breath. Her white, ribbed vest
was being pulled tighter and tighter. Vasquez's boots were digging into
the white mattress, knees bent, and Jennifer could actually see those
knees rising as the red overalls were being stretched around the
gradually thickening limbs inside of them.
This was some insane trick of the light or a delusional mirage from the heat and drugs in her system, right?
It wasn't. The longer she watched, the more the dread ebbed away and a
deep, fear was growing inside of her. Vásquez gripped the rails on the
edges of the bed now, controlling her failing and struggling through the
pain. It was more apparent like this. Jennifer was watching the biggest
bitch in cell block B... Getting bigger.