All characters mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older.
*
"The sexual perversion at this institution was frequent and ongoing," the judge said as she looked down at the soon-to-be convicted police officers. "With vulnerable victims and oversight either looking the other way or in some cases actually contributing to the abuse, the amount of sexual misconduct is horrifying."
She looked at her documents, noting the prosecution's recommendation, and prepared to hand down her lengthy sentences.
* * * * * *
Years earlier ...
"Isn't there any other jobs I can be moved to?" Destiny Herrera asked the prison's sheriff who was in charge of work scheduling. "I'll even take -"
"No no, I'm sorry," the Sheriff said. "Officer Reese specifically asked that you remain on the kitchen detail."
Destiny's heart dropped.
'Of course he did
,' she thought. Her head drooped and her silky dark-brown hair fell and covered her pretty face.
Destiny Herrera was a shorter half-Hispanic woman with golden tan skin. She was thin but in shape due to all her high school dance classes, though her toned thighs and waist had gotten a little softer in prison. Her small yet round, perky breasts had grown a bit as she gained a few in the love handle area.
"It seems you've been invaluable." the cop said. "And you requested that detail...said you loved cooking?"
Destiny's long face looked back up at the sheriff, her dark pleading eyes, now full of contempt.
"I was... I did, I mean. But..."
"Well, I'd say you're one of the lucky ones," he said before shoeing the young convict out the door.
Arrested under suspicion of being an accomplice in a robbery gone horribly wrong, Destiny maintained her innocence. That hadn't prevented the judge from throwing five years at her and now she slumped back to her cell, spirits dashed.
'
Lucky me,'
she thought gloomily.
*
A few hours later
Destiny was finishing up with her chores in the kitchen. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her orange prison top was wrapped around her waist. She wore a tight, white t-shirt that clung to her body after the busy work day. She was just ready to follow the rest of the kitchen inmates out when the guard stopped her.
"Hey," the female guard said. "We need someone to stay back and handle fridge."
Destiny frowned.
"And.. it's just me?" Destiny asked. "Couldn't you get someone to help me with-"
"Nah," the cop said. "Can't spare anyone. You can handle it... I'll be in block D when you're done."
She left and Destiny sulked, as she headed to the refrigerated area.
*
"Okay. Rock, paper, scissors?" Officer Freddy Gunn asked.
"Naw, fuck that shit," Officer Bryan Reese said. "I ain't tryin to take all day. Let's go on three."
"Okay," Gunn said. "Who ya got?"
Reese, the tall, burly white cop, frowned down at the shorter, thicker black cop.
"Gimme the oddball," Reese said.
"Alright."
Reese rubbed his stubble as Gunn squared up in front of him.
"No, gimme Even Stevens," he said.
"You sure?" Gunn asked, grinning slightly with his right fist balled.
"...Yeah."
They both squared up.
"One, two three shoot!" they said together, throwing their fists.
Odds.
"Fuck me!" Reese yelled.
"Not this time!" Gunn yelped, whopping and then pumping the air.
His police belt and keys jiggled and clanged as the young, black, clean-shaven cop hopped around.
"Aight B. Keep watch," Gunn said, a determined look appearing on his face.
Reese nodded and Gunn turned to enter the kitchen.
*
Destiny was entering the last walk-in fridge when she heard the door leading to the kitchen area close and lock. She knew she wasn't alone. She grimaced and was putting the final items on the shelf when she heard footsteps.
Her ears strained. The footsteps were uneven. They clucked toward the refrigerators with an occasional scuff sound on the floor. Destiny's stomach dropped and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
She knew that gait. Deputy Gunn didn't pick up his feet when he walked. His footsteps were distinctly different from Reese's.
Destiny heard the footsteps halt nearby. She dawdled around, taking up much more time than needed with the refrigerated products. However, memories of carrot sticks and cucumbers reminded Destiny to avoid being cornered near the produce. She slowly exited the walk-in fridge, not wanting to suffer that humiliation again.
She spotted the short, black, stubby cop leaning with his arms folded against the opposite wall.
Gunn had dark skin with small, slanted beady eyes. His fat nose pointed upward and his small mouth made his wide head look funny in Destiny's opinion. He always reminded her of the squirrel from the movie Ice Age.
"Looks like you still need these milk crates," Gunn said, nudging his foot against the crate.
Destiny sulked over, snapping out of her humorous musing. After glaring daggers at the short cop who was barely taller than she, Destiny bent at the waist, gripped the sides of the crate and braced herself for what she knew was coming. Usually, there was a struggle, as Destiny usually put up a fight. Today, Destiny was tired.
Gunn swung his hand forward and grabbed her ass. The force almost pushed Destiny's face against the wall. She steadied herself as all five of Gunn's strong, stubby fingers dug into her soft flesh. He squeezed Destiny's shapely ass for a few seconds before he needed so much more.
Quickly stepping behind her, Gunn grabbed Destiny's hips and yanked her soft butt back. He roughly untied the orange prison shirt wrapped around Destiny's waist and pulled her close. The bulge in his unbuttoned crotch fit nicely between Destiny's ass cheeks.
She grunted when Gunn humped against her tight orange prison pants and again when he rubbed under her t-shirt. He roughly squeezed Destiny's soft tits through her bra and sighed deeply with his eyes closed.
Destiny kept her eyes tightly shut as well while Gunn felt up and down her slender body. While dry humping against her ass, he reached for the hem of Destiny's t-shirt. She whimpered and squeezed her thighs together, but Gunn was already fumbling at the front of her pants.
"Ah. ah.. Hold still, you," Gunn's gruff whisper seemed to echo off the kitchen walls.
Destiny's thighs were still tightly shut, as Gunn's pudgy fingers dug under her orange prison pants and through her crotch. "I see you breaking my rule."
Destiny shuddered. Gunn was rubbing the outside of her panties, probing for her slit.
"You lucky these are so thin," Gunn said, running his fingers over the panties. "Be still."
Keeping his arm around Destiny's waist, Gunn grabbed the back of Destiny's orange pants and panties and yanked them down to her thighs.
SMACK!
Without waiting for Destiny's reaction, Gunn smacked her bare ass and then again three or four more times.