THE SHADOW IN THE DEEP
"Cunningham! You are
fifteen
minutes late! What do you think this is, the girl scouts?" Frank barked as he hauled the gangplank down the dock.
Jim winced. He had hoped to at least make it off the boat before this happened. Off the boat and away from Jenelle, ideally.
"It's not my fault Lieutenant," Jim whined.
"How do you figure that?"
"What was I supposed to do, leave without them?" He gestured to the women queuing up to disembark. Naturally the snobby white women had ended up in front. Jim was internally congratulating himself on his uncharacteristically tactful way of saying "They were late as shit" as Frank mulled over this, finally coming to a decision.
"I doubt that's going to fly with Captain Takashi, but whatever, give me a hand with this."
Jim's stomach gave a little flutter at the mention of Takashi's name, and he reached to help secure the walkway.
Now that his attention was no longer required on the tasks of wrangling the gangplank or hassling Jim, Frank did a small double take as he took in the women for the first time. They all wore long coats despite the excellent weather, the two younger sporting London fog style trench coats, which covered most of their bodies except for some bare, toned, calf and strappy silver heels on the blond and some equally nice legs coupled with medium-weave fishnets and lacy black stilettoes on the brunette (although calling her a brunette was a massive understatement; her hair was as black as the stone that surrounded them). Despite this, the coats were both belted at the waist; pulling them tight around their bodies and leaving no doubt that these women were stacked. The older women had on a longer fox fur that concealed just about everything, although even the bulky material wasn't enough to hide her monumental bosom.
Jim cringed slightly as Jenelle approached. She looked him straight in the eye, and he noticed that she was significantly taller then he was in her heels. She was still so beautiful she was almost hard to look at, if not more so, then when he had known her last. He writhed internally as the old feelings of longing awoke. Externally, he gave a ridiculous little bow/arm sweep combo as he ushered them ashore.
Frank helped them each down the gangway, although this noble behavior suddenly petered out after the three newcomers were down and leaving the usual crowd of hood rats to fend for themselves. He was always astonished how little shame they had, no matter how many times he saw it. One women was wearing denim hotpants cut two thirds of the way up the ass, paired with hot pink fishnets that dug into her juicy backside and contrasted sharply with her dark chocolate skin, as well as a wife beater that had been cut off high enough to show undercleavage. They were sure down to please their men all right.
Frank was a lusty man and always looked forward to congenial visit day and the flesh parade it entailed, although he felt a little guilty for having thoughts of that nature about someone other then his wife.
Excitedly, he wondered what the ladies might be wearing under their coats.
They were regaining their land legs with as much dignity as could be managed in heels and took in their surroundings.
"It's so pretty," murmured Sasha, staring at the glittering black sand.
The island was roughly wedge shaped, with huge imposing cliffs to the north that sloped all the way down and into a wide beach at the south. They had circled around to the north and through a crevice in the cliffs that any of the passengers would have been hard pressed to find on their own and into this little cove. It was only about two hundred feet wide and the cliffs circled around and loomed over it almost completely, leaving just a small gap that a ship might enter and the little beach hidden from view.
She stepped off the peer, a finger of obsidian jutting out from the shore, and reached down to feel the sand. It was pretty much indistinguishable from baking flour.
"Its so soft," she exclaimed, rubbing it between her fingers.
"Its because of the cove," Frank explained. "The water gets in here and just circles around and around and grinds it down that fine. This is actually the only place you can get on or off the island with a boat; the south beach has shards so sharp and is so wide you couldn't make it across it in combat boots. This peer and dock house are some of the oldest parts of the complex." He gestured to the squat bunker, carved straight from the stone of the cliff.
"Interesting," said Sasha, not sounding interested. "I bet it would be nice to sunbathe on." There was a brief pause as they both took a minute to imagine her in a bikini, her milky white skin contrasting wonderfully with the hard glitter of the powdery black sand. It was an image they both enjoyed.
Once everyone was off the boat they trooped over to the dock house, which contained an elevator set into the cliff, leading up into the main block. Frank led the ladies in, then quickly shut the cage despite there being plenty more room and pulled the lever before anyone could react, leaving Jim with the skanks. That suited him just fine. He was anxious to get away from Jenelle, although his old lust for her was returning at an alarming rate. Eventually the lift came back down.
As they ascended he felt a tightening in his penis as he thought of her. He had not yet allowed himself to consciously relive the memory that tortured him so, although it had danced around the edge of his mind and he knew he would have to face it soon.
The lift ground to a halt and he slid back the cage revealing the three ladies and Frank, talking with Captain Takashi and the Warden. They broke off their conversation and looked over at him as the cage clanged home. The Warden looked at him and then pointedly at her watch. Jim gulped, Takashi was one thing, but he hadn't realized the Warden was going to be here.
"Fifteen minutes!" she cried as she quickly crossed the room accompanied by the sound of her death heels. Then she was right up in his face. "Tell me, what is your current role in this prison?" Jim flinched. He was intimidated by Captain Takashi because of how attracted to her he was; he was intimidated by the warden because she was intimidating. Her fierce green cat eyes bored into his, and her fiery red hair was pulled back into a severe topknot.
"Uh, I'm the Boat Bi- Ferryman."
"So your job is to make the boat run on time"
"...Yes."
"If the boat isn't on time, you're not doing your job."
"But its not that simple-"
"Oh yes it is," she cut him off "in fact its so simple that if anything like this happens again, you're going to need to find another job. Do I make myself clear?" The room was dead silent. He couldn't speak so he just nodded his head, humiliated to be chastised like this in front of all these people, especially Jenelle and Takashi. There was a moment's pause, then:
"Good." She softly stepped back, tugging at her power skirt. "Now that we're all here we can get started. My name is Christa Henderson; I'm the Warden here at Blackdeep. Now before we can let you into the prison proper, there are some rules and regulations that need to be understood. First of all-"
"Excuse me ma'am," one of the black women spoke up. "We've heard this a thousand times, we get it, it's a scary place, can we just get the show on the road?"
