Chapter 499: The Basement
Laz got in and drove up as he was expected to do. When he knocked on the door, he had to get scanned again before being allowed in the facility.
Walking up to the counter, Laz was greeted by an older woman who was sitting at the desk.
"Nathan Cross?"
"Yes mam," Laz replied.
"Oh now no need for that. Take this temporary badge and walked down the hall to the conference room on your right, door number 3."
"Thank you very much," Laz said with a smile and proceeded through the door and down the hall.
Seeing him walk away, the receptionist whispered,
"No. Thank you sugar," as she gazed at Laz’s ass.
"Donna!" Said one of the other receptionist who had just gotten off the phone.
"What?" Donna said with a smile.
"Hitting on the new guy already?" The other lady shot back with a grin.
"Well did you see that ass? And he’s already 51 which is way out of your age range."
"HE’S WHAT?" Her co-worker said, shocked.
"I slipped a peek at his file."
"With that baby smooth skin and that figure?"
"I know, right?"
"I wouldn’t care if he was 71 if he looked like that. Maybe I need to find myself a daddy. He’s a new guard so I’m sure he would be willing to punish this bad girl," the younger receptionist said with a grin.
"You’re a little too old for the school girl routine. But he didn’t have a ring on so anything is fair game. Just make sure you don’t hog him all to yourself," Donna said back with a laugh.
"You do remember you’re married, right girl?"
"Pssh. He’s now on my cheat list and if my cranky ass husband doesn’t like it, well... maybe I’ll record a video and let him watch. Better than all those high school girls he follows on social media like I wouldn’t be able to look at his information just because he has a throw away account,"
Laz heard all of that as he sat in the conference room but he didn’t know if he should laugh or feel slightly worried that his older persona was now being targeted by horny, middle age women.
After only a few minutes, the door opened and another middle aged woman in a suit came in the door before setting down papers on the table. Laz stood to greet her but she just waved him back to his seat.
"Water?" She asked, walking over to a small fridge in the room and pulling out two bottles.
’Another test huh?’ Laz thought to himself before responding,
"Yes. Please."
The woman brought the waters back and set one down in front of Laz.
"I apologize for the sudden change in plans. Due to some small issues, we need much more help on this side that on the males side and although I know that was the job you applied for, after checking out your record and information, we figured it would be beneficial for us if you wouldn’t mind working over on this side. The pay would actually be higher due to the hiring issues we are currently having," the woman explained before even saying anything else.
It was clear she was trying to get a read on Laz by gauging his reaction to this.
"Although it wasn’t what I signed up for, as long as the work is the same, I have no complaints. And the added pay boost would be beneficial for sure," Laz responded with a good humored laughed.
"Thank you. My name is Millie. I work as a secretary for the warden, Miss McKnight, or Warden McKnight as she would prefer to be called," Millie said with a smile while laying out papers. Despite her busy work, Laz saw her clearly looking at him as he opened his sealed bottle and took a sip.
"I will keep that in mind. In the information packet I received, the information included was only that about the male side of the facility."
"Right. Yes. I will get you the copy for our side so that you can review the information in it in case you have any questions after the tour today."
"Excellent. Thank you."
After that brief exchange, there was a lot of paperwork and videos that Millie went through with Laz and several documents he ended up having to sign. This was the first time Laz had done this type of work since leaving the club way back in Texas and he was surprised to discover that he was able to memorize and retain everything she was saying the first time she said it.
Millie didn’t fail to notice this either.
"I’m amazed at your ability to memorize the information," Millie stated, after Laz cleared a safety test he had to take after watching a short video. This was the fourth such video Laz had to endure during this four hour long session but even then, he didn’t miss a single question.
"I’ve always had a rather good memory ever since I was young," Laz replied, making up some bullshit.
"Oh? Like a photographic memory?" Millie asked.
"Well, it wasn’t called that back then, but I guess that would be the closest way to describe it," Laz responded with a chuckle.
"Oh. Of course. Just seeing and chatting with you makes me forget your age. What was it called back then?" Millie asked as she leaned over, the hem of her modest dress slipping down slightly.
"Now that is something I don’t remember. But since they didn’t have pictures back then," Laz said, having no clue what he was saying and instead trying to make an age joke.
"Ha. You kidder. A man like you would pass for thirty without a problem," Millie shot back, no openly flirting with Laz.
"It feels nice to hear that from a twenty something like yourself," Laz responded.
"Twenty something, me? Perhaps your eyes aren’t as good as reported on your physical?" Millie said, blushing a little.
"I’d say my eyes are perfect. I would of accused you of being nineteen if I didn’t know you had to be at least twenty one to work here."
"You are such a sweet man. Uh... Well. I think it’s time we got up for the tour, wouldn’t you say?" Millie said, having gotten a hold of herself before she started acting inappropriately.
Standing up with Laz following her, Millie started taking a step but almost tripped, the high heels dragging on the floor as she legs were a bit weaker than she thought after getting flustered.
Laz was at her side in a moment, grabbing her extended hand and putting another hand behind her back to support her.
"Are you alright?" Laz asked, his frosty blue eyes staring down in worry.
"Yes. Uh. Yes. I’m uh... I’m ok. Thank you," Millie said, getting her balance back with Laz’s help.
"Um. If you will follow me please?" Millie said, walking out the door.
Laz couldn’t help but notice her hips were swinging quite a bit more now that when she was rushing in before.
They left the conference room and all the paper work along with the items Millie had brought as she only took a padded folder with her.
Laz knew the water bottle he drank from would be gone by the time they got back.
After that, they took an extended tour of the facility and Laz had to admit, despite being an old building that was remodeled, the facility looked pretty modern.
Laz had his own locker in the locker room to change into his uniform, got a tour of the lounge area and cafeteria along with the tour of the prisoner’s cell area and their facilities. Due to being male, he wouldn’t be posted on any of the shower teams. Not that they entered the shower with the prisoners, but they did have to be available to run in if there was any commotion or problems. Or if the prisoners were taking too long.
When Laz was shown the yard, he was actually kind of amazed. The women in the yard were working out rather intently, even the smaller and skinnier ones seemed like they were giving it their all. Weights, sports, there was even a boxing ring. He had expected some of the women in here to be lazing about or in a daze due to their circumstances, but what he saw was quite the opposite.
"Hey look. Princess Bitch A is here," one of the prisoners called out as Laz and Millie walked by.
"HOLD UP. THAT’S A GUY!" One of the other one’s called out.
Several guards then ran out to the yard and shouted at the women to get back to whatever they were doing, threatening them if they didn’t move away in five seconds.
The prisoners all backed away and got back to what they were doing, but not without throwing some choice words at the women in black uniforms with their stun guns at the ready.
’Well, they called them stun guns, but they look more like cattle prods. That kind of shit would kill a normal person,’ Laz thought after seeing everything happen.
What was more though was that every eye seemed to be focused on Laz as he walked, no one even bothering to look at Millie. No one else said anything, but there was some worry in their eyes.
Laz noticed the women didn’t look in bad shape, although many of them sported some injuries of one form or another. What’s more, most of them looks rather young overall and even the older ones looked pretty young compared to the guards who were of similar age.
’One of the benefits of good blood I suppose,’ Laz said to himself.
"I must admit, I’m surprised you let the prisoners work out to this extent," Laz brought up after they had walked inside from the yard tour.
"Over the years, prisons have discovered that physical activity is one of the best deterrents to causing trouble. There is also a jogging group that goes once in the morning and once in the evening. They basically just run around the yard in a large group for almost an hour each time. This didn’t exist at first but was something that was added recently to allow them a bit more time for activity." Millie explained, not mentioning anything else.
"Finally, let’s take you down here," Millie said, standing in front of a large elevator.
When the giant metal doors opened, Laz saw a huge carriage waiting to carry them. The thing was enough to fit almost twenty people, making Laz wonder just why they needed something this big, but not putting any more thought into it.
Millie pushed a button that ended up bringing them to the bottom floor, or the lowest floor that is used for something.
"So there are lower floors?" Laz asked, although just casually.
"They house things like boilers, piping and utilities so usually just the maintenance crew goes down to the very last floor," Millie explained without a hint of hesitation, showing that it really wasn’t important enough to matter.
When they got out on the last floor, Laz saw enough white to blind the hell out of him. The floor was made of some sort of white stone while the walls and ceiling was also white. There were lights that ran along the length of the baseboards and ceiling, allowing for a perfect flood of lights throughout the place.
"This is the laboratory. He is where the prisoners must report from times ranging from once a day to once a month. Here is where we do testing that helps us find out more about what is happening to these poor women," Millie explained.
"I see," Laz said, his face a stone facade, hiding his real feelings of anger. He hadn’t seen anything to indicate it, but he had a feeling that the experiments they performed weren’t exactly ethical.
"Oh good. Step in here with me," Millie said, opening a door.
Inside, there were several people in lab coats sitting at a desk on computers that seemed to be tracking several different readings.
In front of them was a huge glass window behind which Laz could see a woman strapped to a table. She had dark skin and looked young, but only as young as Laz. She was only covered in some sort of hospital dress that was a white sheet covering her front and most likely her back. But even then it was only covering her sensitive parts as there were not sleeves to speak of and the front and back of the gown were just tie straps, allowing even the sides of her body to be exposed.
The dress gown was so off fitted that it barely held in her huge rack, obviously being a size that in no way fit her.
The most glaring thing about the girl was that Laz felt like he knew her... he just didn’t remember how.
"Alright, test number one. Response to direct force," one of the ones in a lab coat said into a microphone that fed into the room behind the glass.
With that, two men stepped out and with two metal clubs, started beating the hell out of the girl strapped to the table. They worked her entire body over, avoiding just her head as they swung with all their might. The girls body thrashed with the beating and it was clear she was trying to call out, but her mouth had been gagged so the sound was very muffled even with the microphones in the area.
Millie turned to look at Laz’s face, but noticed there was no sign of shock or revulsion, something that made her pause. Looking closer though, she also saw no sign of enjoyment or arousal, for which she was glad about. While shock and revulsion were normal, but not expected, anything positive would have been a big red flag on Laz’s employment. But Laz just looked cold and uncaring something that had matched what they saw in his profile notes from his interviewer.
’This is exactly the kind of help we need,’ thought Millie as she made a few notes in her padded folder as the abuse continued.
They did all sorts of things to the woman who was strapped down, burning her with a hot rod, chemical burning, slicing off skin, freezing a few toes with liquid nitrogen. It was only once the shock treatments started that Laz noticed something that sparked a memory within his mind.
’A black rose tattoo on her breast?’ Laz saw when she was squirming around as her body jerked from the application of the electricity.
Thinking back to a time long ago, a memory popped into his head involving Malene and Ruby. But Laz didn’t focus on them, instead it was a girl whose body was held onto the floor by Ruby as Ruby looked down at her in pity and lectured her about not knowing how to fight.
’Jennia?’ Laz thought to himself, but he didn’t say a word, nor change his expression. He remembered she was embarrassed by Ruby, but after having her ass kicked, more than embarrassed, she looked determined.
Apparently, at some point, she had joined the Black Rose and had now gotten herself captured.
Laz had crossed his arms over his chest and while he still looked calm, his hidden fist was tightly clenched in an effort to control himself.
’Fuck.....’
