"Missy... wake up!"
"Who... what is it?"
"It's me, Officer McDonald. Come on, sweetie, wake up!"
"What time is it?"
"Shhhh! It's just after three in the morning. Come on, get up."
"Why?"
"Keep your voice down. I don't want to wake up the whole cell block. Get up and let's go."
"Let's go? Let's go where?"
"I'm taking you to the linen closet. I'm horny. I want to fuck you!"
Missy was instantly wide awake.
"Please, ma'am! Please, no!"
"Quiet! And don't disobey me, young lady! I'm in charge here, remember?"
Carla McDonald gently but firmly pulled the pretty young blonde out of her bed and directed her toward the open cell door. The frightened girl went quietly.
The young blonde was a mere 20-years old, clad only in a short white t-shirt which showed off most her tummy above the matching tiny white cotton panties she also wore. Carla liked the slight wiggle of the girl's pretty tush as she walked barefoot out of the cell ahead of her. Missy Davis had just arrived this morning to serve a thirty day sentence for unpaid parking tickets, as well as for being a repeat offender. The judge had apparently wanted to teach her a lesson. Other than that the girl clearly didn't belong here.
Meanwhile, at 37 years of age, Officer Carla McDonald was a veteran correctional officer here at the Forest County Women's Detention Facility, with a slender body, fit and trim, and her dark hair cut fashionably short. Right now she was only partially in uniform, with her official blue guards' shirt untucked and loosely sticking out over a tight pair of bluejeans that showed off her feminine-but-athletic curves.
Rarely had a young and pretty inmate like Missy Davis been incarcerated here at the Forest County women's facility, and Carla had immediately taken notice, as had nearly all of the inmates here. Playing with the bodies of beautiful young girls was always a popular pasttime among most of the hardened dykes serving their sentences here, whether the girls wanted their bodies played with or not. Carla decided early on to bring this particular girl under her protective wing. In exchange, she planned to enjoy Missy's body herself.
On the very day that Missy Davis had been admitted and booked into this facility, Carla had pulled her aside and bluntly acquainted her with what was usually in store for beautiful, fresh young females like herself in a tough women's detention facility such as this. She did so by first walking the pretty girl through the common area, allowing her to witness firsthand the lesbian culture that dominated life here. There were several other young women locked up here, and Missy saw that nearly everyone of them seemed to be in the company of one or more of the various older women who dominated day-to-day jailhouse life. Two of the younger girls she saw were actually wearing leashes. Another's breasts were being squeezed by a 'gangsta-looking' girl pressed closely behind her, while yet another younger woman's ass was being possessively fondled by the older biker chick walking beside her. Missy was both shocked and frightened at these images, realizing that this was now her own future once she was left alone among these women, and she had immediately begged Carla to help her, promising to do whatever the older correctional officer wanted from her in return.
That's exactly what Carla wanted to hear.
She then patiently explained to Missy that her protection would come at a cost, that the girl would have to agree to become her 'playtoy.' When asked what that meant, she said Missy would simply have to do whatever she wanted her to do, whenever she wanted it done. "You mean, like your slave?" "Exactly like my slave," she was told. "And the others won't bother me?" "No, they will not." The younger girl had then reluctantly agreed to her terms.
And later that day it became obvious to her that perhaps she had made the right decision. Carla's protection worked. The leering and suggestive remarks that had accompanied Missy's earlier foray into the common room ended abruptly as word spread that she was now Officer McDonald's playtoy. And because Officer McDonald had the power to dish out both privilege and punishment here, the latinas, the black gangsta girls, and the white biker chicks had all left the pretty blonde alone. That night when she went to take a shower she didn't receive so much as a pinch to her lovely white tush, even though many of the older women eyed it longingly. But they also accepted that it was now Carla's property.
"What exactly are you going to do with me?" Missy asked somewhat fearfully as she and Carla quietly walked down the hall toward the linen room. She noticed that the older woman was carrying a small purse-sized bag as she led the way. Missy could see that the bag contained what appeared to be a flesh-colored strap-on dildo with a black leather harness and a jar of some kind of lubricating jelly.
"Don't you worry. It'll be fun. I promise."
Carla smiled.
Missy thought that smile didn't bode well for her, yet at the same time she felt a slight thrill tingling through her entire body. This woman was clearly attracted to her and was going to be physically enjoying her shortly. The thought strangely turned her on.
Missy's job on the outside was a dancer at a Gentlemen's club. She knew from experience that she had no trouble whatsoever exciting the male customers who freely gave her tens and twenty-dollar-bills while she danced for them. But she had never felt physically turned on wiggling her ass for men. On the other hand, she had often watched her female co-workers removing their clothing, and had often wondered what it would be to caress the skin of their beautiful silky bodies, or perhaps have one of them make love to her. What would sex with another woman be like? Now... like it or not, she was about to find out.
The two women finally reached the entrance to the unit's linen closet, which Carla quietly unlocked before pulling the hesitant younger woman inside with her. She then gently but firmly closed and locked the door behind them.
Carla then turned around to gaze at the beautiful, frightened young girl shivering in front of her. Before the lovely young blonde could utter a word she pulled her forcefully to her chest, kissing the startled girl passionately on her pretty, pouty lips. The younger girl protested for only a fraction of a second before giving in. After all, what chance did she have? She was now Carla's property, her 'playtoy,' just as she had been told when she had agreed to Carla's terms and accepted the older woman's protection.
"You are so fucking hot," Carla hissed, her hands seizing the startled girl by the shoulders, then cupping and squeezing her soft but firm breasts through her thin cotton t-shirt. While she continued kissing the girl, her hands swiftly travelled around to Missy's backside, feeling their way around her body's soft, luscious curves before finally coming to rest on the girl's sexy round behind, with Carla's fingernails sinking through the thin fabric of the girl's cotton panties and into the soft flesh of her firm ass. Missy moaned softly as the older woman's tongue forced an entry into her own pretty mouth as the passions of both women quickly intensified.
"Let's get these clothes off of you," Carla said, temporarily breaking their embrace. "I want you completely nude for me."
The younger girl immediately complied, first pulling off her t-shirt, exposing her delicious, well-formed breasts to the older woman's appreciative gaze.
"Very nice," Carla murmured, leaning in to lick and then suck on the girl's right nipple. "You're a very beautiful girl. So young and fresh. Now turn around for me... slowly... now remove those panties so that I can get a good look at your gorgeous white ass. Take them down... slowly... yeah, just like that."
Missy slid them down her long legs, slightly wiggling her rear end for Carla's benefit as the panties reached her slender ankles before stepping out of them.
"Yummy, yum, yum," the older woman sighed. "Such a beautiful behind. Such a gorgeous body!"
She then grabbed the younger girl from around her waist, pulling her close to her and pressing her lips to the side of Missy's long, slender neck. The younger girl moaned as she felt Carla's teeth sink slightly into her flesh.
"You're mine now! All mine!"
Carla nibbled, kissed, and sucked the girl's exposed neck and shoulders, her mouth pausing only slightly before slowly continuing to kiss and nibble its way further down the girl's back. Her hands slid on ahead down to the swelling of Missy's hips, holding the girl steady as her mouth continued traveling along the back of the girl's silky body, the older woman's mouth and tongue exploring her captive's soft and fragrant curves.
Carla silently dropped to her knees, her mouth continuing to kiss, nibble, and lick the younger girl's silky, fragrant skin. Missy remained motionless as the older woman's mouth traversed her slender, silky backside. The young blonde, despite her fear, could instinctively tell that Carla was an aggressive, but excellent lover. The girl trembled with excitement as she first felt the older woman's hot breath on her left ass cheek just a fraction of a second before Carla's moist lips pressed against it, lovingly kissing and then licking both of the girl's gorgeous round ass cheeks.
The pretty blonde then bent over slightly at the waist, giving Carla even better access to her delicious, curvy behind. The older woman smiled as she then sank her teeth into the glistening flesh of her young captive's sweet bottom. Missy flinched only momentarily from the older woman's love bites, Which Carla quickly followed up with further kisses and nibbles along the younger girl's sexy round ass to the tops of her luscious thighs.
"I love this butt," Carla remarked, continuing to plant kisses all over the beautiful derriere poised so seductively before her face. She then asked the girl, "Earlier you told me you danced at a strip club, right?"
"Yes, ma'am. The Stiletto Club. It's a Gentlemen's Club."
"Yeah, a 'Gentlemen's Club,'" the older woman scoffed. "You take your clothes off and dance naked, don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," the girl whimpered. "But it's actually much more classy than that."
"Yeah, I'm sure it is," Carla laughed. "Would you dance for me if I showed up there some night?"
