This is my first attempt at a story, multiple alterations had to be made to fit Literotica's respectable guidelines, This has been a monthly process getting this up, so hopefully you enjoy it! taking various inspirations and really focusing on appealing to everyone. This story involves non-consent and mysterious themes, if this is not for you I suggest you do not read this.
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(Serge)
Working as a prison guard isn't easy, but you take out your frustration on the prisoners. It was all good with the government they wanted you to treat ex-cons as deranged animals as far as the guards and I were concerned they definitely were just that.
It's hard to give up the past. It stays with you like a fever. It's the very thing that makes you the person that you are. When Clarissa walked out on me, I was frustrated confused and even a slight bit demented. I was still in the force at the time and I got to frisky with a stripper and got stripped of my duties. I got dragged down to this level working in a busted down asylum.
That was 3 years ago and I have gotten a case of the blue balls ever since.
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(Sadaf)
A group of 30 students stand in front of the entrance of a maximum-security Prison. Could also be called an Asylum, all seniors and of the age of 18 apart of a special Criminal Justice class. I just hoped to stay with this class, I am a very reserved person a complete submissive person so I was hopeful for the guide in the form of our teacher and guards.
"There are rules we must go over" Ms. Williams said with a stern and convincing voice. "Please remember to stay with the group at all times. Make sure you don't get separated from the group. Moving in a group is essential for everyone during the duration of this visit. Please by all mean's do not antagonize the Prisoners. Make sure you keep all your belongings to yourself. You don't want any of these...guys to take your stuff and break them or maybe keep them to do whatever, they also like to pick on girls they find teasing but I'm sure they are over that phase".
I start to think, am I really dressed all that sexy, I think to myself. look down to check myself over, wearing a tight dark blue jeans that showed off my curvaceous body. My wide hips were clearly defined, and my big ass poked out despite the fact I was wearing Reebok sneakers instead of heels. My shirt was a white long-sleeved shirt that completely covered my chest. I didn't wear jeans to show my body off, it was simply the only clean piece of clothing to wear at the time. My ass was simply too big to truly cover up, and my hips were too wide to find pants that correctly fit.
I was standing in the middle of the group with my partner, a girl who swore we had Algebra together, her name was Cathy. She was a tall, skinny blonde girl with green eyes that actually seemed really friendly. She wore thick black glasses. Her blue jeans were baggy, and a loose black sweater was draped over a white shirt.
Each student was given a partner to stay with throughout their trip through the Prison. The large group would be accompanied by four Security guards to make sure nothing would happen to any of the students there. Cathy was my partner, and while I had seen her a few times she wasn't really close to a friend or even an acquaintance.
"This kind of reminds me of that one show, Scared Stiff," Cathy whispered to me.
Not in the greatest mood to chat but not wanting to be rude I reply, "Yeah, I guess. That's the show where the middle school kids go into Prison and talk to the inmates?"
"That's the basic gist," Cathy said with a smile. "It's really hilarious. The inmates usually yell and scream at the kids and tell them to get the life together. Sometimes they even threaten to keep the kids there for a night."
The thought of that made me shudder slightly. "Is that even legal?"
"You know it's not," Cathy said with a laugh. "At least I don't think it's legal."
"Does it even work?"
"Does what work?"
"The program," I say with a hint of annoyance.
"Oh, right! Well...sometimes," Cathy said with a pause. "More like most of the time, but some kids just really don't care."
I simply shrug and say, "Well that's just people. Some people really just don't care about their lives and where they're going.
The group ahead of us starts to move forward. The doors are unlocked and one by on each student is forced to remove their cell phones and metal objects and place them into a small zip-lock bags. I quickly take this moment to text my boyfriend Russell Goodbye as I turn off my phone.
When the line reaches us, I pull out my house keys to drop into the bag along with the phone and hand it over to the woman collecting all the items.
"What's your name now?" She asked.
"Sadaf," I reply while searching my pockets for any other metal objects.
She quickly writes my name down on the bad and places it in a green try to slide it through a metal detector. "Please step this way," she said while motioning forward towards the larger metal detector walk through.
After I step through the walk through and the red-light scans green me a continue to walk forward.
"Wait," a random Security Guard said, "Let me check it thoroughly."
I would be taken aback from this comment finding it displaced in the context of the light flashing green.
"Why, it scanned green" I retorted.
"Sometimes we need to be extra sure you're not carrying anything the inmates can use to hurt you," he replied with a half-smile.
The Security Guard was a rather tall, black man probably around 6'9". He had a wide back with broad shoulders, he looked fit he had a nice face but various scars and such complimenting his bald head, his name tag read the name "Serge". As he pulled me to the side he patted me down and rubbed my sides a little longer than you would think would be appropriate. Suddenly he brushed my butt over once, at first I thought it was a mistake, then he grabbed my butt a second time, a butt that would put Kim Kardashian's to shame.
"Are you done," I said, while steeping away. "I don't have anything in my ass if that's what you're looking for,"
I had to be sure, there's a lot of junk in that trunk." Serge responded, with the most cheesiest thing you can say for the record.
Finally I escape that uncomfortable situation, as Cathy filled me with questions on what that was about, I simply told her to look at the obvious. As I walk away I could feel Serge's eyes on my big ass as I walk away.
With that uncomfortable situation behind me, I move forward with my partner Cathy into the prison, the group moved slowly into the main hall. There was a metal bar door in the middle of the hallway leading further into the prison. One of the four Security Guards used a key on his belt to open the door. Before I follow through, Ms. Williams stops the line.
