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Opis ebooka Prison Bitch! - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Prison Bitch!

CHAPTER ONEA lot of the women who entered Fairfield Correctional Facility for the first time were no doubt terrified and intimidated, because it was their very first taste of prison. Not Catalina Gonzalez, though. Cat, as she liked to be called, was no stranger to life behind bars. She was only twenty-five, and in fact looked younger, because she didn't have that hard, tough look that female cons so often acquired-at least, she didn't have it yet. A few more stretches of time served in places like Fairfield might age her prematurely, like most of the rest of the women who were incarcerated.Cat had just been transferred to Fairfield from another women's prison, upstate. She'd been transferred because she was a notorious troublemaker, who'd always made it a point to defy authority and make life miserable for the guards and for any of her fellow inmates who might be dumb enough to give her any trouble. The last straw had been when she'd knifed another bitch in a fight. The other woman was slashed, she was scarred, but she was all right. The prison authorities, however, had decided then and there to ship Catalina off to Fairfield.She wouldn't have the friends she'd made behind bars to back her up at Fairfield. As a newcomer to the facility, she'd have to start all over again, establishing herself as the kind of tough cunt who was not to be taken for granted or trifled with. And Fairfield had a reputation among the state's prison population as an extremely rough place.The governor of the prison, for example, Mrs. Childs, was an attractive, impeccably groomed woman in her late forties. She looked more like the gracious headmistress of some exclusive girls' boarding school than the head of a prison staff. But her charm, Cat knew, was deceptive. Childs was known to be uncompromising, the type who took absolutely no shit cither from her own staff or from any of the inmates in her charge.She was being nice to Cat now, in her office, because Cat was new to the place; but Cat recognized the steel blade concealed in the velvet sheath as the older woman spoke with her, filling her in on Fairfield's many rules and regulations. Mrs. Childs became more blunt as the brief interview neared its close:"I've read your file, Gonzalez. I know what went on at the other prison. I want you to understand right from the start that there will be none of that here at Fairfield. A lot can depend on your attitude, your behavior, while you're with us. You will be kept under the closest supervision at all times, and if you cause any trouble, you will be written up and disciplined. That kind of thing won't look very good at your next parole board hearing."Mrs. Childs paused, then picked up the phone on her desk, pressing a button on it before she spoke quietly into the receiver, reverting to her usual lady-like tones."Send Officer Baker in to me," she said. Then, after hanging up, she addressed Catalina again: "All right, Gonzalez, that will be all-for now. One of the officers will issue you your uniform, then take you to your cell. You'll be placed on a work detail first thing tomorrow morning."There was a discreet knock on the door, and then it opened. Cat tried to be casual as she turned to glance at the guard who was going to escort her into the actual cell block.Baker-her name was on her ID tag, pinned to the left breast of her severe uniform--was unusually tall for a woman, almost six feet, and she was obviously well built-all solid muscle and firm flesh. She looked as though she could take care of herself, and, more important as far as Cat as concerned, as though she could dish out quite a lot of punishment to an unruly inmate in a prison brawl.If she wasn't so mannish, with her short haircut and minimal makeup, Baker might actually be pretty, too. But she carried herself like a Marine on parade, with her face set in a stern, expressionless stare, lips pressed tightly together, eyes cold."This is Gonzalez," Mrs. Childs said. "The new inmate I already told you about, Baker." This was Mrs. Childs' subtle way of telling Cat that her reputation had indeed preceded her and that nobody on the staff at Fairfield had any intention of letting her get away with anything."Take her to her cell block and get her oriented, Baker. Gonzalez, Ms. Baker is in charge of all of the women on your tier. She'll be able to answer any questions you may have."Cat didn't like the sound of that. She stared less furtively at the tall young woman in the doorway. Baker's eyes were the only sign of life in her expressionless face-and they were dark and cold, glittering malevolently as they inspected Cat almost with anticipatory relish!As Cat followed Ms. Baker into the heart of the prison, she realized just how alone she was here in this new place. They passed some of the other inmates, all of whom looked at Baker with barely disguised fear and hatred, and at Cat with curiosity but no hint of friendliness or welcome."Let's get one thing straight from day One, honey," Baker hissed suddenly, shattering Cat's line of thought and making her jump at the unexpected sound of her voice. It was low-pitched, harsh, and mannish, like the rest of her."You may have been hot shit at that other place, but you're nothing here. You understand? You cooperate, keep a low profile, and everything will be all right for you. If not-" Baker shook her head emphatically and pushed out her lower lip in an incongruous girlish pout."But you won't make any trouble, will you? At least not at first ... not until you've had a chance to check things out around here," she added maliciously. "I know your type. You won't be dumb enough to give me any trouble, not openly, anyway. You've been around long enough to know it wouldn't be smart to try anything too obvious."Baker seemed to be enjoying herself, getting off on harassing Cat, almost daring the new inmate to make some retort, to give her any lip, any excuse to discipline her.Cat, of course, didn't say anything, but played dumb as Baker pushed her into a small room off the main corridor, the prison guard barked. "Strip!"Cat stared at her. "In here? Now?" she blurted out, sounding naive despite herself.Baker's eyes glinted with pleasure at Cat's discomfort. "Sure," she said. "You've got to trade in that uniform you're wearing for a new one, one of ours. Take it off!"Cat hesitated. "Please," she muttered, realizing even as she said it that she was wasting her breath and making herself sound like an idiot, expecting any kind of consideration from this other woman. "Please isn't there someplace more private where I can change?"Baker snorted. "This isn't a department store, bitch! What's the matter? You shy or something? You got something to hide?""No-""Maybe you are hiding something," Baker grunted. She seemed to be enjoying this, playing with Cat the way a cat might toy with a trapped mouse, and Cat got the distinct impression that it was a sadistic game Baker had played any number of times before, perhaps pulling it on every new inmate. "Maybe you've got something stuck up your cunt," she added crudely. "Something you're trying to smuggle in here, huh?""No! Of course not! I was searched when I left the other prison, they searched me and all of my things," Cat said truthfully."Then you've got nothing to hide, and nothing to be so goddamn modest about," Baker retorted. "Jesus, you bitches make me laugh! Outside-out on the street-you're all such sluts, carrying on with men, acting like cheap tramps, even turning tricks for your boyfriends. Then you come in here, and you all start acting like princesses, like you're something special. Well, you're nothing," she spat out viciously. "You're shit! So quit wasting my time, bitch. Take those clothes off-or I'll rip 'em right off your back! I'll do it-and worse-if you push me far enough. Don't think I wouldn't!"Cat was far from thinking any such thing! She'd run into some tough guards in her time, but Baker was easily the toughest. Cat was genuinely frightened of her.Slowly, as though they were acting independently of her own volition, her hands went to the top button of her blouse. She told herself that she was acting like a fool, letting herself feel uncomfortable in front of this cunt. Still, she couldn't quite persuade herself that Baker was just putting on an act to intimidate her, or that the woman's interest in her body was purely objective and business-like.Nervously, Cat unfastened all of the buttons on her blouse, while Baker stood in front of her, her arms folded across her firm, jutting breasts, watching Cat closely and critically. Cat pulled the blouse open, then let her arms drop uncertainly to her sides."Everything. Hurry up!"Pulling the open blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, Cat peeled it off and dropped it to the floor. She eased down the zipper at the side of her skirt, then pushed the garment down her voluptuous hips and stepped out of it. She straightened up, trying to avoid meeting Baker's steely gaze."Everything," the guard rasped again. "The stockings, the bra, the panties-the works."Cat was practically convinced, by this point, that Baker was a dyke-as mannish in sexual behavior as she was in physical appearance and grooming! There could be no mistaking the gloating, undisguised lust in the other woman's eyes. Cat knew enough, had been around long enough, to know that there were plenty of women who could get off, sexually, with other females.It was no big deal to her-but that didn't lessen her revulsion at the thought that this tough guard was actually lusting for her!"Can't I even keep my underwear?" Cat dared to ask.I I"No, you get all new things. You ought to be happy," Baker taunted her. She raised one hand and laid it on Cat's bare shoulder, and the other woman flinched as the guard's unexpectedly strong fingers pressed firmly into her soft, vulnerable flesh."Shut up," Baker whispered. "Shut up, if you know what's good for you..." Her thin lips were now drawn slightly back over her teeth, as though in a snarl. Her fingers kept digging into Cat's flesh, which had actually begun to crawl with revulsion! Her other hand came up to touch Cat's hair."Such nice silky black hair," she breathed out excitedly, almost panting as her lust threatened to get the better of her self-control. Cat shuddered. "It's beautiful-so soft and silky." Cat twisted her head away, but the guard's fingers dug more sharply into her shoulder, hurting her."Don't fight it," Baker advised her harshly. "Just relax ... nobody's going to hurt you.""Don't you dare. I could report you for this." Cat tried to pull away from the woman, but she was holding her too tightly."Nobody would believe you, Gonzalez.Not a known troublemaker like you ... accusing a guard of doing something wrong, on your very first day. They'd all say you were a filthy liar."Cat knew Baker was right. A prisoner couldn't fight the system alone. She felt ashamed, humiliated, and disgusted-and, in nothing but her bra and panties, she felt horribly vulnerable as well.She wanted to scream for help, to spit at the woman, to wrench herself away from her steely grip and run out of the hot, airless little room she was trapped in. But Cat also knew that she could only make matters worse for herself by resisting.The guard took her hand away from Cat's hair and ran it lightly down the side of her face. Cat kept her eyes averted."I like dark girls," Baker almost whispered. She ran her hands down Cat's body, from her face over her shoulders and arms to her waist, then back up to Cat's breasts. Her fingers lightly skirted the cups of Cat's bra, the nails tracing a line across the firm bulges of breast flesh that protruded enticingly above them."No," Cat pleaded. "No, please don't, I don't go for this kind of thing! I like men!""Keep your mouth shut." Baker's hands traveled up over the rise of Cat's breasts, back up to her shoulders. The hands reached up behind her, to the strap of her bra, and the strong fingers eagerly fumbled with the catch.Tense with fear, Cat stood there, rigid, until Baker's fingers disengaged the catch, and the guard pulled the bra away from Cat's voluptuous young breasts with a loud gasp. Flinging the bra aside, Baker stepped back and examined the inmate's half-naked body."Yeah," she moaned. "Yeah, that's better ... a lot better!" Her voice was as thick as solidifying gelatin. "Nice breasts," she commented salaciously, staring at them hungrily. "Nice tits ... you don't really need a bra to keep 'em up, do you, because they're so goddamn firm!"She held Cat's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching them lightly, coaxing them into erection, making the two little cones of flesh stand out stiffly from their surrounding pink aureoles.Cat bit down on her lower Hp to stifle a moan of fright and protest. She didn't know what to do ... surely the guard wasn't going to try to seduce her, to actually have lesbian sex with her, right here, where anyone could walk in unexpectedly and catch them at it? She'd have to be crazy-literally insane with lust-to take such a risk!As the woman went on manipulating her breasts, as she stroked them and ran her fingers up to Cat's hair again, a heavy, sensual drowsiness swept over Cat. The room seemed to spin slowly around her, and there was a faint ringing sound in her ears. She could scarcely feel the woman's urgent, grasping fingers on her breasts...Suddenly, though, without any warning, Officer Baker let out a weird, strangulated sound, and, releasing Cat's breasts, she put her hands on the convict's hips and pulled her roughly against her own tall body. Cat gasped with the abruptness of the movement, and just as suddenly her languor and passivity left her.Baker's hands slid down from her hips to her buttocks, her fingers pushing the elastic waistband of Cat's brief prison-issue panties down, until once more her fingers could dig freely into bare, succulent young female flesh. Cat, too, could feel the hard muscle of the other woman's big body pressed against hers, which seemed as small and fragile as a doll's by comparison. She began to struggle. But Baker was every bit as strong as she looked! She held Cat firmly against her, her fingers hurting her flesh."Don't fight it," she repeated urgently. "Take it easy, baby. You'll be okay ... I'm going to take good care of you.""Oh no, you're not! Fuck off, you goddamn dyke!"Cat was pushing violently against her now, trying to twist out of her grasp. Baker's fingers pressed deeper into her skin, scratching, tearing. Crushed against Cat's body, the guard's own solid breasts felt as hard and as unyielding as the rest of her. Her fingers slipped inside Cat's panties and plunged between her buttocks, and she was tugging at them, trying to pull them apart and relax the tensed lips of Cat's luscious young cunt. Cat panicked!"Let me go!" She yelled, wrenching herself from side to side in her efforts to break free."Don't be a dumb bitch!""No!" Cat tried to scream, but all that would emerge from her dry throat was a tiny, gurgling whimper of fear.Baker was crushing her against the wall of the room, squeezing all the breath from her body. She was forcing Cat's legs apart. Cat resisted as hard as she could, but the guard was too strong for her.Before she realized it, she found herself lying on the floor. The other woman fell on top of her, making her sprawl across the hard, cold floorboards. Baker squirmed on top of Cat with surprising agility, like a lady wrestler pinning her opponent, one knee pressed hard between the prisoner's luscious thighs, prying them apart. The pressure of that knee, right up against her cunt, was relentlessly efficient!Cat pushed upward against her molester, but Baker didn't budge, and that only made her pussy rub more forcefully against Baker's kneecap, which threatened to fuck her like an extra-large, blunt-tipped penis!Baker knew exactly what she was doing--the devious dyke! Pushing Cat's panties down, she used her hand to rape the inmate with brutal efficiency. Her finger slipped through Cat's moist crotch fur and then plunged its way brazenly in between her pussy lips.