He was sitting at his desk thumbing through paperwork the day guard had left for him. It appeared they had a new inmate arrive late and there was no time to finish the processing of her. "HER?" He shouted out loud.
Yes that was correct... The prison system was integrating female prisoners into its all male facility making it the first co-existent compound of its kind and this was only the first of many female inmates to arrive.
His heart pounded at the thought of catching glimpses of naked female flesh as he made his nightly rounds
The desk memo said he was to brief her, give her a tour of the facility (as she was only minimum security) and familiarize her with the rules. Inquisitively, he picked up her case file wondering what her crime could have been.
His eyes widened as he read... "Indecent Exposure." He laughed out loud. "Hell... What'd she do? Flash the President for God's sake? Who gets arrested for indecent exposure?"
He gathered her paperwork, taking the processing sheet and neatly stacking the remainder on the corner of his desk. Noisily snatching up his cluster of keys, he headed for the cellblock and cubby number 609.
Twirling his massive key ring, he impatiently made his way through the silent corridor while envisioning a three hundred pound mass of woman waiting for him. He came to an abrupt halt in front of her cell. To his surprise, she was a petite little thing, perched like a cat on the edge of the dreary cot, facing the blank wall in front of her. Long black hair was swept haphazardly down her back. Her small body was barely perceivable beneath the loose prison grays she wore.
Looking down to his paperwork, he searched for her name.
"Uhh... Ms. Rowan?" His deep manly voice rang out, breaking through the deafening silence.
Startled, she leaped off the cot, her beautiful raven tresses whipped into the stagnant air as she spun around standing up straight, drawing her hands behind her hips, locking her fingers... now facing him.
"Yes Sir." She answered immediately, her gaze focused straight ahead as if she were looking right through him.
He gasped as his eyes befell her ravenous beauty. A pronounced widows peak of dense shiny black hair framed her delicate facial features; beautiful almond shaped emerald green eyes with long black feathery lashes, a slender sloping nose, full curvy lips and a sweet cleft in the center of her button chin. She was young, I'd guess mid to late twenties; short, probably four foot eleven and slim, weighing about ninety five pounds soaking wet!
But even in her baggy drab prison garb her ample man-made breasts were very evident as they protruded away from her chest! She was without a doubt a virtual feast for the eyes!
His heart was pounding insatiably as he rolled her paperwork into a tube before jamming it into his back pocket before fumbling through the many keys on his ring, impatiently searching for the one to open her cell!
"Where the hell was my patience, my self-control? " He thought.
This was not like him at all. But then he was never confronted with the handling of a female inmate before either and certainly never one this breathtakingly beautiful!
She stood there so submissively, so silently, so still. Like a helpless wounded animal.
The sound of grinding metal as he forced the key into the small hole, made her body jerk. He worked the key, twisting it back and forth until the latch released with a loud clanking noise.
"Well, You're coming with me," He said in a rescuing voice as he pushed a strong shoulder against the cold steel bars, forcing them open.
Did he detect a soft smile as she stepped back allowing him to enter?
"What's your first name?" He asked as his captured eyes helplessly studied her beautiful, flawless face.
Her green cat like eyes were piercing as she looked directly into his stare answering crisply, " Sir, It is Rachel. Sir."
"No need for the ' Sir ' Rachel. Just call me Hutch... Okay?" He said, his face now flushing at the thoughts now racing through his mind.
Envisioning her golden naked body standing before him, small untanned triangles accentuating those big beautiful breasts protruding out from an easily countable ribcage. Someone must have paid dearly for those tits! They were perfectly symmetrical with large tan aureoles and beautiful nipples... pierced and adorned with thick silver rings which hung from hard buds that jetted straight out. Her petite frame made her ample breasts look even larger. His eyes trailed down to the small silver belly button ring pierced through her navel. Then onto the narrow patch of raven fur leading down to her hidden pearl. She bore the untanned marks of a thong shadowing her trimmed black bush in milk white flesh. Her legs were spread shoulders width apart, exposing puffy nether lips, which delicately dangled from her neatly groomed private garden. And a small silver bar pierced vertically through her clitoral hood, concealed her precious jewel. Her inner thighs were glistening with pussy juices.. He could almost perceive the erotic sweet/musky scent of her aroused sex...
"Yes... Sir..." She answered jerking him back from his mental image of her nakedness," Uhh... I mean Hutch... Sir." She added lowering her eyes.
He chuckled correcting her formality. "Just Hutch... Rachel... Just Hutch."
"Yes, Hutch." She bubbled back.
"Now come with me." He ordered stepping aside, allowing her to leave her cramped dark cage.
His cock was swelling, banging against his thigh beneath his uniform as he led her down the cold empty corridor like a prize pet on an imaginary leash.
Inmates were stirring as the tapping sound of his cleated heels on the concrete floor echoed through the cellblock. The tinny jangling sound of keys swaying from side to side on his thick belt drew the attention of the rustling inmates as he slowly paraded her towards the far exit.
She followed closely behind him... silently, obediently as her eyes stayed glued to his rising and falling heels. Soon 'Oooo... Laaa... Laaa's ' and obscenities were emanating from the darkened cells as they passed by them.
"Hey baby, wanna gimme a feel? I eat yer pussy till you cum." Rang out as arms appeared from between the cold steel bars with hands stretching and grasping in the air.
"Hey Cappy, Ya gunna share that hoe?" Rang out followed by low guttural laughter.
"Hey, I need me some putang. Bring that slut o'er here." Was yelled from across the corridor.
"Nice chi chi's... comere baby..."
Numerous hands and arms were now waving through the bars. The obscenities grew more boisterous as they arrived at the steel barred exit.
Hutch stopped abruptly causing ample breasts to stab into his lower back as she collided into him.
Instinctively he spun around, grasping her firmly by the shoulders, feeling his fingers bury themselves into her soft flesh covered collarbone.
Her body was trembling as the vulgar language continued to echo through the cellblock.
Reaching down, cupping her button chin in his hand he lifted her head up. Looking into her frightened tear pooled eyes; he knew she did not belong in here.
"QUIET OUT THERE YOU ANIMALS!!" He screamed out as he gently wiped the trickling tears from her cheeks before grasping the loop of keys from his waist. Jamming a key into the hole, twisting it sharply, he heaved the creaking gate wide open.
Hurriedly he lead her out of the building, into the dark deserted exercise yard and across to the tower station. He could hear the crunchy pitter-patter of her tiny feet on the gravel surface as they quickly shuffled behind him trying to keep up with his pace.
Unlocking the heavy iron door he directed her inside.
One lone exposed light bulb dimly lit the spiral staircase.
"Go ahead. You first." He said ushering her onto the first step.
He followed closely behind; watching her sweet round ass undulate from side to side as she slowly mounted the steep steps. It was hypnotizing how gracefully her body moved even in those baggy prison clothes. He had all he could do to keep his hands off her ass as her sensual movements awakened his cock, which was now twitching like crazy. His swollen organ was screaming for release by the time they reached the upper landing.
Hearing sounds coming from the stairwell, the tower guard called out.
"Hey... Who's coming to relieve me? Gawd I hafta take a piss!"
Turning towards the stairs, his strained grin flushed bright red as Rachel emerged from the stairwell like a heaven sent angel coming to rescue him until her beautiful long black hair flowed off her shoulders exposing her dreary prison gray uniform.
Hutch nudged her forward as he climbed up onto the landing, his muscular body now towering over her small frame.
"Hiya Bob... Gotta go do ya?" Hutch teased, as he protectively rested his hands on Rachel's shoulders.
Bob was frowning until her beauty captured his eyes.
"Hmmmmm... What do you have there Hutch?" He asked as his eyes began raping her trembling body.
"Oh. This is Rachel. She's a newcomer. They brought her in here late this afternoon. The warden left instructions to give her a tour of the facility and acquaint her with the rules and regulations. She's a short timer."
A soft giggle escaped her lips at Hutch's short comment. With her small stature she must have heard them all.
"Hmmm.. Lucky you." Bob said as he unconsciously licked his lips, adding, "Darlin, What's a nice girl like you doin in a place like this?"
Rachel squirmed and wiggled at the question put before her.
Hutch froze as he was also curious for the explanation to her incarceration but was too much of a gentleman to ask.
She gently pulled away from Hutch, turning to face them both as she spoke in a soft angelic voice.
"I was only obeying my Master" She said confidently as she lowered her eyes, dropping to her knees.
"What?" Hutch blurted out in surprised confusion. "You mean to tell us... You were..."
