Caught In Isolation

Based on experiences working in the isolation tier at a women’s prison:

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You check your watch, get out of your chair and open the heavy door leading to the cells. It’s time for yet another cell check, which in isolation is done every ten minutes, all day, every day. The long hallway has fifteen cells along the right hand side, and you walk slowly, peering into each cell through the large window in the door. The cells are small and bare – just a sleeping mat in the corner, a steel toilet jutting out of the other corner, and a narrow window in the back wall looking outside.

Most of the cells are occupied and as you pass each one you make a quick observation what the inmate is doing. Mostly the usual – Janet in #3 is standing looking out the window, Emma in #6 is dancing, others are lying down on their mat. The girl in #8 is on the toilet. All inmates on the tier are completely nude – no clothing is allowed inside the cells out of concern they might harm themselves or others with it (don’t laugh – you’ve seen an inmate try to strangle a guard with her panties before).

Walking up the hall, you peer into cell #12 like all the others. Patricia, a 33-year old inmate serving a 9 year sentence, is squatting in the far right corner of her cell, on the mat, with her back to the door. Her left hand is braced against the wall and you can’t see her right hand. You stop – you’re not sure yet what she’s doing, but something looks off.

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Patricia is 5’6″, maybe 130 pounds, brown hair blue eyes. She’s only been in prison a month, all of it in isolation. She arrived on the tier unusually – she was sent directly to isolation from a reception facility and arrived restrained to a gurney, which was rolled straight into the isolation intake area. When it stopped you lifted the blankets and took a peek underneath; Patricia was wearing nothing but plain white panties.

“Did they prep her?” asked another guard.

You nod. “They sure did.”

You then explained the process to Patricia. The sheets were removed and as soon as she was unchained, she had to put her hands behind her head and lie very still. You then took the waistband of her panties and, together with another guard, slid them down her legs and off over her feet. Lying there, hands behind head, completely nude, you ask Patricia if she can be escorted to her cell or if she needs to be carried there.

“I can do it on my own,” she says.

“Will you contract for safety?” You ask. Patricia nods.

You then apply handcuffs to her while two other guards shackle her ankles. You pat her on the side and say “come on” and she rolls out of bed onto the floor. Gripping the crook of her arm, you escort her down the hallway to cell #12, bare feet padding on the floor, wearing nothing but chains. As you approach the cell she slows down a bit, and you pat her on the ass to keep up. Finally you get to the front of her cell and unchain her – this is where the cavity search is performed.  Cavity searches in isolation are more ‘hands-on’ – inmates keep their hands behind their head and do not touch themselves. Instead you lift Patricia’s breasts, run your fingers through her brown (but not very thick) pubic hair, and slide your fingers up and down her labia checking all creases. You then order Patricia to bend over, checked her anus, and then you slowly inserted your index finger deep into her vagina. Patricia grimaced and curled her toes, and the inmate in the cell next to her started taunting her, yelling “just pretend it’s a big black dick!” and “Come on girl, I know you can take more than that!” After it was done Patricia walked into her cell and you closed the heavy door behind her.

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Seeing Patricia squatting in the corner of her cell, you notice a little movement. Her head is lifted up and she seems to be grimacing, same as when you searched her, except with a smile. The way she is squatting, you can clearly see a little brown tuft of pubic hair jutting out from between her legs, and the tuft seems to be moving; you look closer and notice the fingertips of her right hand moving rapidly back and forth along her labia. She then takes two fingers and thrusts them in and out of her vagina and it finally hits you – Patricia is squatting there in broad daylight masturbating. You find this amusing – she must not realize yet that masturbating is against the rules. She adds another finger and you watch her go at it, give her a few more seconds to enjoy herself, then you raise your fist and pound on her cell door.

Patricia freezes immediately – three fingers in mid-thrust – and looks back at the cell door with a look of surprise and shock. You open the food hatch and order her to approach the door. She gets up and moves toward you, face bright red. Through the hatch you smell the aroma of aroused pussy just radiating off her.

“What were you doing?” you ask.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she says.

“WHAT WERE YOU DOING?” you ask again, louder. Patricia sheepishly looks around the room then back at you. You notice her nipples are rock hard.

“I was just…you know…enjoying myself.”

Your voice becomes stern. “You do know that ‘enjoying yourself’ is against isolation regulations, don’t you?”

“No, I didn’t know that.” Patricia then gets a confused, angry look on her face. “But how am I supposed to-”

You cut her off. “You aren’t. You need to learn to control your urges, Patricia. That’s how you wound up here in the first place.”

The inmate in the next cell over hears this and comes up to the window, “Yeah control yourself girl!!!” she yells, big smile on her face. You tell her to shut up.

You turn back to Patricia. “Now since you’re new here I’m gonna give you a pass this time, but you better not let me catch you do it again, is that understood?”

Patricia nodded her head. “Yes, ma’am.”

As you go to close the food hatch, Patricia is standing there, hands on hips, and sighs. “You know, I never seriously thought at age 33 I’d still be caught masturbating.”

“Well, welcome to prison, girl. Oh and by the way – if you can take three fingers, you should be able to handle one just fine.” She turns bright red again. You shut the hatch and make a mental note to double her cell checks for the next few days.