Ann Bishop was a prison guard. Mustering out of the Army gave her a shot at the civil service, but six and a half feet of ice eyed infantry with the ability dead lift her body weight made her less than desirable for those portions of the civil service that prided themselves on the trapping of civilization. Thugs on the other hand were in demand in corrections.
Drop dead gorgeous Amazons were not common in a service filled with rejects and losers, as frankly the bulk of the corrections officers were. The male prisoners and the male guards alike found out the cost of crossing Bishop's boundaries as the "ice Queen" shut them all down with cold sneering contempt and casual violence of an order of skill and absolute ruthlessness that made the hardest of them back off.
Bishop came from a service filled with real hardcases, badasses and testosterone fueled operators, and the sad pathetic wannabes of the staff and inmates were about as tempting to her as a maggot filled burger. After Iraq and Afghanistan, the whole of the drug trade pissed her off to no end, and the gangs themselves allowed to operate so freely pissed her off even more. Like in country, she accepted the powers that be felt dealing the devil they knew was just prudent, they felt is was stupid, but accepted no one was going to listen. She did however have no qualms whatsoever with crushing those maggots in her own chain of command whose corruption threatened the security of the institution, and for being the whistle blower she received the usual reward, a quick embarrassed shuffle the hell out of an institution that was not allowed to punish her for uncovering the corruption that everyone was happy to ignore.
Clemmons Women's Correctional Center was now the recipient of the guard Bishop, and quickly became as much the center of inmate fantasy as she had been at her previous male institutions.
Queenie was five and a half feet of dark chocolate lushness. Coal black skin, dark purple lips and heavy breasts and hips, there was little doubt that prison had packed on a few extra pounds, and she was growing a bit rounder than she liked, but hooking had landed her in the clink when her man had left her holding his stash, and then tossed her under the bus when asked to name his "connection". She was stuck doing dealer time, and getting right bored with just killing time when Bishop showed up.
Queenie was getting hassled by some Latina who took a giggle at her posturing as a challenge, not simply Queenie being reminded of the almost identical display she had seen by a dozen almost identical would be alpha over the last two years. Three of the Latina's crew were starting to administer a beat down when Bishop strode in.
Six and a half feet of golden haired goddess. Long golden limbs tossed one assailant, as she pivoted with cat like grace and slammed another face down revealing a heart shaped and wickedly muscled ass bunching under a uniform stretched skin tight under the bunching muscles. Turning in profile slowly to back the rest of the cheering crowd into stunned silence, the casual threat display slammed the near mob scene into shocked stillness, but to Queenie all that shone through was the light shining on the silhouette of high D cup breasts that swelled against the tight confines of her shirt with the panting breath of the Valkyrie guard. Queenies nipples surged painfully erect and her pussy opened like a hothouse flower as the vision of this golden haired goddess suddenly burned itself into her sexual awareness.
"Gawd, she is hot!"
Bishop became an obsession with Queenie. While she could go both ways, the fact is that prison had sharpened both her Lesbian tendencies and her skills to almost the same level as her frustration had worked her fantasy life. Bishop had become the sole focus of her masturbation sessions, and a fair portion of her time was spent musing to her friends about her.
"Tonisha, I swear before Jesus, I would kill just to get my hands on that perfect white booty for five minutes!" Queenie muttered to her friend.
Looking at the blonde cutting through the crowd like some sort of shark in a tank of food fish, endlessly circling, watching, Tonisha looked from the golden amazon to the tubby little fangirl and laughed out loud.
"Girl, you have a better chance at Beyonce. That beast is more likely to snap your fool head off and use it as a tampon then let you kiss one of those fine, fine ass cheeks. You even think about making eyes at her, she's going to slap them out of your fool head. I hear that skank MacRae tried to put the moves on her, and she broke his fool arm!"
MacRae was one of the guard captains, a muscle bound gym monkey who thought he was god's gift to the ladies, and thought no was just a girls way of wanting to see how strong he was turning that into a yes. That MacRae tried her was a given, she was an ice goddess! That she snapped the gorilla's fool arm for trying made Queenie go hotter than a two dollar pistol. Damned if she wouldn't love to be manhandled by that vision.
Sighing, Queenie and Tonisha finished cleaning the mess plates and queued up to return to the block. Throwing a last longing look at Bishop, Queenie couldn't help but think that while she usually had to fake being a good little submissive to her man when she was hooking, that Bishop she wouldn't mind letting her show Queenie whose boss one little bit!
You don't see a lot of fights in the showers, it generally got stomped on hard and lead to a period with enough guard presence that the guard perverts got a chance to get their jollies off your fool ass for weeks after any trouble. There was always some fool. Queenie didn't see it start, one minute she was washing herself, running her hands through her hair and wondering what Bishop would look like showering when the fight broke out.
It turned into about a six way tussle, and Queenie backed out of the way, having no stake in the fight, and no urge to get busted up. The guards hit the tussle, with Bishop leading the way, throwing people left and right. Damned if she wasn't a sight to see. Queenie felt herself growing really hot just watching her in action. The other guards were clumsy losers and one of them managed to trip and slam into Bishops back knocking her into Queenie and slamming them both to the ground.
Bishop landed on top of Queenie, in fact, she landed face down in Queenies dark bush.
Looking down and seeing Bishop's ice blue eyes just above her hot black pussy, Queenie gave in to her own lusts and arched her back like a cat, rubbing Bishops lips into her own deep purple pussy as one hand gently cupped the back of the golden haired amazon, and one rounded black calf threw over Bishop's shoulder to ever so gently pin the Amazon in place to serve Queenie's needs.
Hot black eyes looked into frozen blue ones, as the coiled strength of Bishop was frozen, incapable of moving as if a crouching mountain lion was pinned by the touch of a little black kitten. The lust of Queenie burned into the ice blue eyes of Bishop and they grew frightened and confused. Seconds stretched and Queenie felt the touch of a strong pink tongue gently slip out of those perfect lips and dip hesitantly into the dark passionate depths of Queenies hungry quim.
Yanking her upright, the guard who hand knocked her down, was still apologizing as he pulled Bishop off of the naked dripping Queenie, too busy worried about Bishop kicking his ass for cluminess to notice the Ice goddess seemed oddly subdued; eyes locked helplessly on Queenie's black pussy with a confused hunger that she clearly could not understand but which Queenie felt shocked to realize.
Bishop, the terror of the prison, the ice goddess, the frigging amazon to bench press amazons has no idea she really wants to be a lesbian sub, or that she has a weakness for black pussy. Well, well, well. Queenie was not gifted in a lot of ways, because she didn't really want all that much, but when she set her sights on someone she wanted to seduce, she by god got them seduced. Always she had played the little lamb and just wiggled in front of the bastard she wanted until he or she couldn't resist, and jumped her, but this time...this time Queenie was the predator, and all mighty Bishop, the frigging wonder woman of the prison, she was the prey.
