Nikki stared up at the grey ceiling of her prison cell and frowned. It had been almost a week since she'd received a letter from Sean and longer than that since anybody had come to visit her. One by one they had abandoned her to her fate. The only person left who cared about her at all was Officer Garcia and he owned her. Along with her children it was Officer Garcia that gave her a reason to live.
Her orange prison uniform half undone, the arms tied around her waist accentuating her sweet hips. A plain white shirt clung to her breasts and in the right lighting the dark areola surround her nipples could be seen through the fabric. The thin fabric actually did little to conceal her cinnamon colored skin. Her hair was cut short, it barely brushed her shoulders when she sat up.
"You ready Bitch?" Garcia asked. The Hispanic prison guard was standing in the doorway to Nikki's cell in his black uniform.
Nikki felt the corners of her mouth twitching with the beginnings of a smile which she quickly suppressed. She didn't want him to know that he made her happy. That she actually looked forward to his visits no matter what he did to her or made her do. "Yes Officer Garcia." She sat up and looked over at him.
"Good." Garcia responded. "I'll be back at around ten o'clock. I expect you to be ready." He looked her over for a moment then stepped into the cell closing the door behind him. "Actually get over here I want a quickie." Nikki walked over and sank to her knees. It only took her a few minutes to get Officer Garcia to flood her mouth with his salty cum. Like always he made her show him what he'd given her before she was allowed to swallow it. She sucked and squeezed untils she was certain she'd gotten everything out of him and then pulled his pants back up and he left without saying anything more to her.
Nikki reached down beneath her bed and slid a small crate out from beneath it. It was mostly filed with letters from Sean, but a few photos of her children and letters from other people populated the box. There was also a book. She pulled the book out of it and started to read. She spent the rest of her afternoon reading, except for writing a letter to Sean in the hopes that he hadn't forgotten her.
The door to her cell opened at exactly ten o'clock. Officer Garcia was always prompt, years in the military had trained him well in that and many other regards. Immediate unquestioned obedience to orders was one of the values it had imbued in him as a young man. Those were the same values that he was imparting on her as his Bitch. That was why she was prepared when he opened the door. She'd shaved and stripped. Nikki was on her knees looking up at him. As soon as he stopped in the door way she leaned down and pressed her lips to each shoe. "Good Bitch." She hated herself for enjoying that praise but she did. Her heart fluttered at his approval. Nikki felt her chest swell with pride when he leaned down and latched a leather dog collar around her throat. It even had a pair of dog tags hanging from the front an a leash in the back. It had taken her over a month to earn the right to wear his collar. "Come on."
Nikki crawled beside Officer Garcia out into the meeting room and then down the halls of the prison to what was supposed to pass as a gym. She looked up at him wondering why he'd taken her there of all rooms. She started to open her mouth ask but then stopped herself. She knew better than to speak out of turn. Garcia lead her to the pull up bar. "Up girl." She stood up. Garcia took two pair of handcuffs from his belt and fastened each of her wrists to the pull up bar forcing her up onto the tips of her toes.
"You know I heard something interesting today from Tara. She told me that you haven't been very nice to your fellow inmates lately. That you haven't been taking care of your chores." He said. "So instead of going for a walk tonight we are going to discipline you."
"I have been taking care of my chores Officer Garcia! I swear!" She shrieked. She yanked at the cuffs, of course she knew she couldn't break the, that there would be no escape until he allowed it but she still tried. "Please don't beat me! I'll do whatever you say."
"I already said what I wanted done. I wanted you to keep the girls from cell block foxtrot happy." Garcia said. "Sweet young girl like you could easily keep the prisoners very happy. Happy prisoners don't cause problems. Which means I can enjoy a nice orderly prison without having to throw in tear gas every few hours. So why aren't you doing what I told you to do?"
"I am! I am! I do everything that's asked of me!" She screamed.
"So you're calling Tara a liar?" Garcia asked. She heard the hiss of his belt being pulled out of his pants well enough. It shocked her blood cold. "Is that what you're doing?"
Nikki hesitated as she considered her answer. She knew the risk of calling the cell leader a liar. "Yes. I do everything I'm told."
"That's your final answer? There is still time to change if you want. You know how much I hate fucking liars." Garcia ran the leather belt down her shoulder and over her hip.
