A Prison Story: They call me...Catria

Snap!
I'm allergic to latex, Catria thought as the fear tingled through her pine.
"You newbies are going to be offered a lot of things in there," Sgt. Guante said as she snapped the last of the four latex gloves on her hand. She had to prove a point to last pert little blonde priss shivering at the end of the line.
"Don't take anything from anyone."
"ungh."
The dyky looking crackhead on the end. Been in here enough to expect Guante.
"They will ask you..."
Shchhhwack. Did that officer just change gloves, Catria wondered, trying to catch a sideways glimpse as she stepped up to Pinkie, the tallll girl leaning up against the cold concrete wall next to her.
"...Don't do it."
Pinkie exhaled.
Oh, God, not me. Catria shuddered.
"Well..."
She laid a clammy hand on hey shoulder. "...Hello there, cutie." She was almost whispering nest to Cat's ear.
Cat jumped. "But....but," she turned, "I'm on my period."
The officer almost let out a bellow.
"I know you are, dear. Smelled you a mile away. Don't worry. You aren't the first..."
She firmly turned Catria on the shoulder back to face the wall ..."won't be the last."
Now she was whispering, hot breath on the notch between her ear and neck "I'll be gentle..."
And before she knew it, a bare finger was crawling inside her.
"Stay there. We can take care of both at..."
And then a thumb was worming its way into her anus.
"Wait, I think I fell...Just a little more..."
Cat couldn't bear it and let out a squelch...and it was over.
"There There Little Birdy. All clear." And without stepping back bellowed "In the showers ladies. NOW!"
Cat landed and almost crumbled. Then a hard SMACK on her ass. "Might wanna get a move on. Trust me, YOU don't want the last shower. Five minutes Ladies."
This officer sure is handsy, Cat thought, as she scampered away.

"Hey, here's your towel, you better hurry up."
"Wait, why?"
"I don't know what you did to piss her off, but you DON'T want to be last out of the shower."
"Wait, why?"
"Because she will put in 225."
"225?"
"Cell 225. That's Scorpio's. You DO NOT want to land in there, Little Bird, trust me on that."
Cat shivered.
She should never have taken that money for Timo. Why did he ask her to do that?
And then something just didn't feel right about that banker guy. What was his name, Popo?
Now she's here, naked and cold in a dingy shower waiting to go....
"Glad you could join us. Lets go."
When they pushed through the gate onto the block, the first thing Cat noticed was the noise. Just a loud jangling metallic concert-crowd binge of sound.
....Then the smell. Putrid sweatsock dank funk. The kind that settles into the fabric of your clothes. Your soul. Never goes away.
"Hey Blondie."
Cat, instinctively, looked into the cage of the next cell door.
"Welcome to Vista Roca," the Bull Dyke sneered, her tongue licking the V between her fingers... "can't wait...."