Crosswinds Pt. 02 - Dark Currents Ch. 03

***Author's Note: Series contains graphic scenes of incest***

It took Diana a moment to pull all the excess hair from her face as she sat up in bed. She said nothing but glared at Ellen through pale green eyes.

"You're going back to the general population tomorrow." Ellen continued. "I just wanted to make sure there wasn't any reason to keep you here any longer." She added and smile and wink. But Diana just sat there, her bitter stare with folded arms strengthened her resolve. Still, Ellen attempted to penetrate the girl's defenses. "Maybe I can give you a going-away present-"

"I want to see my baby." Diana snapped.

Ellen sighed. "You know Beatrix isn't here anymore, but she's well taken care of and-"

"I want to see my baby," Diana repeated, louder.

"Diana..." Ellen tried to soothe. "You don't want her to grow up in prison, do you?"

Diana laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Man, you guys are incredible." She mocked. "Let me guess. Everything you people do this for my own good, right?"

"We try." Ellen sat on the stiff blue chair aside from the bed and squeezed Diana's elbow. "We're not perfect, but the hope is you can get something out of your time here other than punishment."

"Let's see," Diana eased a dramatic breath. The forlorn girl dropped her shoulders as she reflected. "The only thing I've gained so far is post-partum depression and your extremely boring pussy every other night." She rolled her head toward Ellen with a smirk. "That doesn't sound like I'm netting positive, now does it?"

Ellen's face blushed in horror. "Okay then, Diana. I'll call you later for your medicine."

"Did that hurt your feelings?" Diana giggled. She sat up, finally engaged. "It's constructive criticism, Nurse Ebb. One would think you'd be a better, more experienced lover. After all, you ARE nearly twice my age."

"Okay. I get it." Ellen threw up her hands. "You're hurting, and you want me to hurt, too. That's never going to make you a better person."

Diana's face flashed into a scowl. "Don't you dare lecture me. People have tortured me all my life. My own sister put a baby inside me and sent me to prison. You, on the other hand, fuck your prisoners. I'm the victim. You are not. Don't forget that." She pointed menacingly as if Ellen was the one that sentenced her.

"You're still claiming to be a victim of incest. Goodnight, Miss Masters." Ellen dismissed her charge's japes and left without another word.

--

15 YEARS AGO. Diana Masters hustled down the crowded strip of sidewalk; her short arms wrapped carefully around her precious cargo. The girl's pink and yellow backpack swung back and forth as she turned the corner. Entering the schoolyard nearly a full hour before homeroom bell, she carefully scanned the

Diana sighed in relief when her friend came into view. "I was worried you wouldn't be here." She smiled.

But the girl with tight brunette pigtails barely looked up. Her skinny legs fidgeted as she sat silently on the bench. Polly was a bean pole that wore a sky blue corduroy jumper and striped green stockings.

"Hey," Diana repeated herself, maintaining the smile. "I like your outfit." It wasn't a lie. Diana wore a similar outfit in the subdued tone of violet. She positioned herself next to Polly on the bench so close their slender hips knocked together. "I brought you something."

Diana took a moment to study Polly's sullen face. The girl barely moved, and her complexion was paler than usual. Diana's heart filled with dread. "Is everything okay?" She looked around the schoolyard; sparse groups of kids were talking, laughing, loitering, minding their own business. Then she found the group that confirmed her suspicion. A familiar trio of angry upper-level students a hundred meters away; three girls Diana knew would go out of their way to ensure Diana wouldn't make a new friend.

"You know," Diana's shoulders dropped. "Don't you?"

"Then, it's true." Polly finally muttered. "You have a penis?!?"

"Yeah," Diana confirmed under her breath. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. I guess you don't wanna go rollerblading this weekend, then?"

"You're not mad, are you?" Polly looked up. "I'm sorry. But I just moved here. I need to make friends."

"I-I wanted to be your friend." Diana's cracked.

"I mean REAL friends, Diana." Polly shook her head. "I need more than just one friend."

"Okay. Yeah. Fine." Diana snapped. "Here." She tried to push the glass container in Polly's lap. "I baked these for you."

"I don't want them." Polly pushed them back.

"Polly, I stayed up all night baking these." Diana cried. "It's fine; you don't wanna be my friend, but please take the cookies!"

"Stop!" Polly sneered as she snatched the bowl. She shattered it on the pavement with a panicked slam. "Those girls are looking over here!" She scolded Diana as she stomped away.

Diana stammered and sniffled as she looked around. Everyone was gawking at best or bursting with laughter at worse. As she felt the burning of ridicule on her back, Diana knelt to carefully clean up her fresh-baked cookies mixed with shards of glass.

-

"That fucking dream." Diana groaned as her tired eyes pried open. She had heard the secured seal of her prison pod disengage, jarring her from that most unpleasant memory. She focused from her bottom-bunk bed to greet her new cellmate-a muscular, but a slight woman with a dark, seductive complexion.

Lugging an armful of blankets and pillows, the woman powered the bundle onto the cell's empty top bunk. She didn't acknowledge Diana's presence, even though it took her an embarrassing trio of attempts before she could mount the bed.

Diana settled back down and closed her eyes before her new guest spoke. "I've never seen someone willingly take the bottom bunk." The woman said in her inside-voice.

"Yeah. Well," Diana spoke slowly. "I'm afraid of heights."

The woman chuckled. "I'm Jackie."

"Diana."

"Nice to meet you, Diana." Her soothing voice went on. "Not to sound so cliche, but what're you in for? I don't know about you, but I'm 100% innocent."

"Me too." Diana smiled. "I've never done anything to anyone that didn't deserve it."

--

Moringa University's auditorium was nearly built. The smell of freshly-sanded wood and masonry lingered in Maddi's nose as she rocked in her seat. She and Sunny sat in the middle of the dozen rows in the smallish hall with 30 other girls scattered around. The first row filled nearly with professors and administration.

"I can't believe we have a class together," Sunny commented. "Afterall, you're a junior, and I'm just a freshman."

"But," Maddi unfolded her crisp, printed schedule. "What is the class?" She read aloud. "Futanari Studies. What the hell does that mean?"

"Just like it says," Sunny nodded, her voice unsure. "We're going to be studying futanari."

Maddi chuckled under her breath. "With our clothes on, I hope."

Sunny turned sharply, offended. "What a thing to say." She scoffed. "You're not even supposed to be having sex on campus."

"I just hope SHE'S not in my class." Maddi glared at the back of Mallory's head as the girl sat alone in the second row.

"She still won't talk to you?" Sunny cocked her brow. "She talks to me. I could live with her. You can take my bed in Goldenrod House if you want."

"Me with the rich girls?" Maddi sighed. "Hard pass."

"Don't act like you're not an heiress." Sunny teased. "All you have to do is dye your hair."

"God," Maddi whined. "I hope this doesn't take long." She woke her phone and checked the time. "I need to eat before Technical Writing. "

"Attention." A small figure wearing a sharp, grey pantsuit appeared at the podium on stage. Her tiny voice echoed against the walls with a commanding reverb. "Good morning, students. I've met you all but to refresh your memory; my name is Dr. Umi Saito, your Dean of Students. You have my full dedication to your success here at Moringa. I'd like to take this moment to introduce the new Chancellor, who will be our guiding force. Dr. Dominka Bykov."

Umi stepped aside and clapped furiously. Dr. Bykov towered over her by nearly a foot. As the Chancellor strode to the podium, her hunter green dress shimmered in the spotlights overhead. She placed her spindling, yet sturdy arms on both sides of the wooden post in front of her before she spoke with great pride.

"Life. Renewal. Energy." Dr. Bykov's voice boomed with a sweet, seductive accent. "The color green symbolizes many things, among which-growth. As Dr. Saito mentioned, your growth is the top priority. As students. As graduates. As futanari." She paused, letting her words ring in the echoing silence. "The focus of your 'futanari studies' class is the unbridled exploration of what it truly means to be part of this unique tribe. Additionally, this class requires you to wear any variant of our school uniforms and colors."

"Fucking great." Sunny fumed. "I wore a damn uniform in high school. I'm over this already."

"Calm down," Maddi rolled her eyes. "It's not a big deal."

"Take it from a girl who knows." Sunny leaned in. "You're going to be turned on by your classmates in those cute uniforms. So when you ruin all your stockings because both your manly and lady parts have stained them with precum, then you can tell me it's not a big deal."

"Don't really wanna hear about your cum, Sunny." Maddi groaned.

But Sunny wasn't the only detractor. The room filled with huffs and sighs.

"I anticipated such a response." Dr. Bykov smiled earnestly. "And I understand. I know all too well, the problems we futa have wearing school uniforms. So not only will I be personally teaching each unit of futanari studies, but I'll be wearing the uniform as well. Please welcome your classmate Miss Ashley Washington." Dominika gestured to the side, and the girl slowly walked into view.

Ashley reluctantly stepped in next to the Chancellor. The green sweater she wore was loose-fitting and too long in the arms. Her slate-grey skirt hit just above her knee.

"As you can see," Dominika announced. "Miss Washington is wearing our standard uniform. You will be issued sweaters and skirts in grey and green, with optional white polo and oxford shirts. The dress code will afford you some freedom of expression within the safety of sisterhood and order."

"Sisterhood and order," Sunny mocked under her breath. "Sound likes a cult."

"We'll see," Maddi suggested. "If it means I get to hang out with futa and-!" She stifled her sudden gasped and froze. Maddi's mouth hung open as she stared into space.

"And what?" Sunny asked, irked. When she didn't get an answer, she turned to her friend. "Maddi?" Sunny shook her. "Maddi, what's wrong?"

"Um?" Maddi let go of a shaky breath. "It's probably nothing. But I just locked eyes with Dr. Bykov. She gave me the strangest look."

"She's the Chancellor of the school." Sunny scoffed. "You'd better get used to the strange looks. You step out of line, and she'll be up your ass."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Maddi whispered. "Sunny, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was undressing me with her eyes. "

"What?" Sunny's voice turned grave. She never knew Maddi of overreacting like this. "I dunno. Maybe. But I doubt she'd come on to you."

"I hope not." Maddi sighed. "Something about her scares the hell out of me."