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Old 15-May-18, 23:46
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Default The Jailer Becomes the Jailed

Longtime lurker, first time poster. I’ve enjoyed how many excellent authors there are on this forum, and was inspired to write this based on a scenario I came up with. Hope you enjoy!



Midnight approached at the Clarksdale Women’s Correctional Facility. For Correctional Officer Jack Bennett, it was the best time to be on duty.

Jack had been an officer at the maximum security prison for ten years now (he corrected anyone who referred to him as a “guard” by saying guards worked at museums or banks). The facility was more than just a prison - it was the biggest employer in the remote desert town where he was born and raised. As jobs went, it wasn’t half bad for a guy like Jack: the prisoners could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he never had anything to fear from them.

And there were certain perks to the job besides the health benefits and pension he was counting down to. While the pay wasn’t great, he made a lot of extra money selling contraband to the inmates. A single cigarette fetched $1 a piece. A plastic water bottle filled with discount vodka could earn him $40 if a prisoner had smuggled in a few twenty-dollar billls.

Of course, the prisoners had other currency to buy with too. There were a lot of former prostitutes, and women who had done sex for cash at some point in their life. In Jack’s experience, even those who were initially hesitant to exchange their services for a valuable piece of contraband could usually be persuaded without too much effort. It didn’t hurt that he was still a handsome guy not far removed from his varsity glory in high school. He had a confidence and swagger about him that elicited glances and banter from the women in the facility. There were plenty of prisoners who offered themselves to him freely, without even asking for a cigarette, drugs, or alcohol in exchange.

Jack was smarter than to engage in any relationship with an inmate that wasn’t transactional. Every sexual act was done using protection, and he was always sure to properly dispose of condoms himself so that the inmates never had any evidence of their transgression. Any sex act with an inmate was a fireable offense, and Jack had seen enough former co-workers get blackmailed by an inmate who kept the physical evidence of their time together.

He whistled to himself as he did his night rounds. Tonight he had pulled his favorite duty for the night shift: Administration Segregation, also known as Ad Seg. This was a modern equivalent to being sent to “the hole”, or solitary confinement. An inmate who refused to obey orders, who fought with other inmates or staff, or who was a danger to others was sent here. For Jack, though, this meant the Inmates in his unit were all kept in their own cells so there was no bickering to deal with, and since their cell doors were protected by thick steel and plexiglass he didn’t have to listen to any of them snore. All he had to do was perform a check once an hour, mark in his logbook that all prisoners were accounted for, and then he was free to do crossword puzzles, Sudoku, or read a book.

He peeked into the plexiglass window of each cell door window as he passed. At this time of night, all of them were asleep on their cots. The Inmates all knew the drill at this point, leaving their blankets down enough for him to see their face and confirm their identity (and that they were breathing) so he didn’t have to wake them up and force them to do this.

Jack smiled as he approached the next cell - this was the new home of Inmate Rhodes, his latest guest in Ad Seg.

Inmate Rhodes (Cecily was her first name, which Jack discovered after a little investigation into her file) was an anomaly at Clarksdale Correctional Facility. She was very well-spoken, although she kept to herself. She was tall, athletic, and most of all she was beautiful. It made her a target for the other women in the facility. While one might think that a woman like her would be victimized by the gangs, it was quite the opposite - Cecily Rhodes hadn’t just stood up for herself, but she’d hospitalized the last two Inmates who tried to make an example of her. No one knew where this skill came from - nothing in her file suggested she could possibly be a threat to others.

Jack was curious how a woman like Cecily ended up in a place like Clarksdale - she wasn’t a local, and had been sent from another maximum security facility from upstate where she’d been in similar trouble with the inmates. After researching her name on the internet Clark found information about her case, and learned of her history as a Black Widow who’d been prosecuted after her husband died under a mysterious illness that a coroner discovered was poisoning.

Jack slowed down as he got to the door, shining his flashlight through the window. The beam cut through the heavy darkness within the cell, illuminating Cecily seated, naked, in a lotus position on her bunk.

He was taken aback - the flashlight trembled in his hands. He gaped at the sight. Cecily’s thick, raven hair was down, spilling over her creamy white shoulders. The hair framed a heart-shaped face within which her blue eyes sparkled in the flashlight’s glow. Her heavy breasts seemed to defy gravity, hanging like orbs. Her nipples were hidden behind her black locks, and Jack suddenly felt the need to see what they looked like.

Cecily stared, unblinking, into the light. She smiled without making any move to unfold her legs. Her slender fingers remained curled over her pale knees.

Habit forced Jack to continue down the hall. He finished checking the other cells, confirmed all Inmates present, accounted for, and asleep. He logged his patrol into the logbook, his hand shaking just a bit as his mind raced with the wonder he’d just seen.

It wasn’t an accident, he decided - she would have heard his footsteps in the concrete hallway approaching her door. What’s more, she would have seen him pass the other way, first, before he made his way down the hall.

He had one hour until his next patrol to find out…

He carefully made his way back down the hall. This time he was quiet, sliding his feet carefully so as not to alert her or any other Inmate in his wing.

When he got to Cecily’s door he slowly peeked into the window. In the dim red glow of the cell’s prison-controlled night light he could see Cecily was still on her cot. Still in the lotus position. Still naked. Jack studied the soft outline of her features. Licked his lips - he didn’t even realize how dry they’d gotten.

“Can I help you, Officer Bennett?” She asked quietly. He could barely hear her through the heavy door. He hadn’t known she was looking back at him in the window.

His cover blown, he shined his flashlight into the window. She barely blinked, staring back at him.

“Inmate Rhodes, put your clothes back on,” he said, as forcefully as he could. As much as he enjoyed the sight, something about how cavalier she was being about her nudity bothered him - as if she was doing it to taunt him rather than to offer herself to him. If there was one thing he hated, it was games - especially from Inmates.

Cecily smiled wickedly. She still hadn’t moved from her lotus position. “Make me.”

Jack knew the smart thing to do would be to write up an infraction report detailing her refusal to put her clothes back on in the presence of a male officer, but a part of him wanted to teach her a lesson himself and remind her this was his wing tonight. She was supposed to listen to his orders, not the other way around.

“Are you scared?” she asked. “You don’t think I have a weapon hidden on me, do you?”

That was it - he grabbed the keyring. Unlocked the door. Slid it open as quietly as he could.

Her cell was immaculate, a light smell of disinfectant and soap lingered in the air. He quickly shined the light over the small area - confirmed everything was in order. Saw her state-issued uniform neatly folded beneath the steel cot.

Cecily was relaxed. She casually stretched her legs out. Flexed her toes. Jack gazed at the mound of black hair over her pussy.

“You want me to write you up? Looking at a loss of privileges for that,” he said, his flashlight tracing across her long, lean legs. Her skin glistened like porcelain in the light.

“It’s something about a Saturday night,” she said as she stretched. Her back arched - her breasts moved from under her hair - Jack saw the most perfect pink nipples standing erect over the luscious mounds.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“I never spent a Saturday night alone - not since high school. Not until I got here, anyway. You’re not gonna make me spend the night by myself, are you?”

Now she looked at him. Her lips were pursed, pouting. Yet her eyes weren’t playing along with the act. Jack could see they were like ice, staring coldly through him.

She traced a hand down her chest. Cupped one breast, lifting it slightly. Her fingers gently squeezed, tracing over her nipple. She moaned sweetly.

Jack forgot about her eyes. Forgot about the way she stared passively. His eyes were focused on her breasts. He was already erect inside his uniform pants.

He fumbled in his pocket. Pulled a wrapped condom from his wallet.

Cecily saw the foil wrapper in his hands. She shook her head, “Put that away. I won’t let you use it.”

Jack smirked. “What do you mean, let me?”

She laughed - he almost didn’t recognize the sound. He realized he was hearing what she really sounded like for the first time. “You don’t really think you’re still in control, do you?”

Her words stopped Jack. She was within reach, but he no longer wanted to touch her. He was no longer focused on her alluring breasts, or those shapely legs; for some reason he wondered now at what point her dead husband had realized he’d been poisoned.

Jack shook his head, trying to shake whatever spell she’d had on him. “Fuck you.” He turned for the door.

He barely heard her leap off the cot - she was on him before he could turn around.

She caught his right wrist and pulled his arm behind him as she drove him face-first into the wall beside the open cell door. For a moment he was too shocked to react - was this crazy bitch really trying to assault him!? He knew she was tall - nearly his height - but he outweighed her by at least fifty pounds, and he was a trained correctional officer on top of that.

He pushed back into her - she yanked his right wrist up, bending his arm behind his back at an unnatural angle. “Hold still. Don’t make me break your arm,” she said calmly.

He gasped in pain. She shoved him back into the wall. His face was pressed against the cold concrete. “Are you fucking crazy, bitch?” he growled. He reached behind him with his left hand, grabbing for a handful of hair to force her off him.

While still pinning his right wrist she jammed his thumb back. He howled in pain, spasming at the pressure point.

She kept him pinned to the wall. He felt her hot breath in his ear as she whispered, “Ssh, darling - what will the neighbors think?”

He couldn’t believe what was happening. His mind raced with a way to escape, but the pain pulsing up his forearm and elbow was overwhelming. He couldn’t help but obey her as she kept him still against the wall.

He felt her left hand fumble with his weapon belt. “Don’t move,” she commanded as she yanked the clasp. He felt the belt, along with his pepper spray, handcuffs, and two-way radio fall to the ground in a heap. If only he could get his hands on any of them, he could show his Inmate who was boss.

She suddenly released him - it was the moment he’d been waiting for! He knew he’d get the upper hand again after she got in her cheap shot. Now he wanted to show her what a mistake she’d made.

Knowing she was as tall as him he spun towards her, swinging his left fist out to catch her on the jaw. He knew it was uncouth to hit a woman, but he wanted to see the look on her face when she was put in her place.

She had anticipated this move, though, and was already ducked in a crouch. His fist sailed over her head. He cocked his right arm to punch down.

From her prone stance she shot her right fist out into his solar plexus. He felt the breath leave his chest. His knees shook, unsteady. His right hand dropped, clutching his belly as pain shot through his entire body.

Cecily lunged forward, driving her right shoulder into him. She drove him back into the wall. His head snapped back onto the concrete. His vision gave out for a split moment. As he pitched forward he was dizzy. His ears were ringing. He wobbly knees gave out completely.

She caught him over her shoulder, wrapping her arms around his legs. Jack had a shameful sense of helplessness as she somehow stood up with him draped over her shoulder. She didn’t even seem to have to exert herself to carry him. “I told you I was in control,” she said with a laugh.

His vision slowly coalesced. His arms hung uselessly, swaying above him as she carried him across the cell. His vantage point gave him a close up view on her perfect ass - her muscles pumped with each step she took. A split second of arousal gave way to fear as he realized his precarious situation. What was she going to do to him? He had the humiliated realization that she could do anything she wanted to him, given how helpless he was slung over her shoulder like this. “Let me go,” he moaned.

Cecily laughed again. “You’re mine, now.”

He willed his tingling arms to move. He grasped her slim waist, hooking his fingers into her smooth skin. He could feel the hard muscle just beneath the deceptively soft flesh. He pushed himself up with a groan, ready to twist off of her - she clenched her arms over his legs, locking them tight against her. Jack could lift his torso, but he was trapped in her grasp.

She suddenly pitched forward, yanking his knees. He was flung backwards off of her, his body slamming into the corner of her metal cot and the concrete wall beside it. The flimsy mattress did little to cushion the blow - pain shot through his neck and shoulders.

She stood before him with her hands on her hips, sneering wickedly down at him. The thinnest layer of sweat glistened on her naked body.

“You call yourself a man?” she snarled. “You’re pathetic!”

He kicked at her knee, hoping to knock her down. She easily dodged the blow, sidestepping it.

Jack had a feeling this would be his last shot at freedom - he lunged forward through the space she just cleared, hoping he could reach his radio before she caught him. He would deal with the humiliation of her ambush later - right now all he could think about was escaping her.

Cecily hooked her left arm around his throat, and with a fluid motion she used his momentum to spin him down onto the concrete floor. Jack could hear her mocking laughter, but he had expected her to do this. He caught himself before hitting the ground, and summoned every ounce of energy to get to his feet even as she held onto his neck. He knew with his weight advantage he could carry her the last few feet to the door where his radio was - and then all it would take would be one quick press of the panic button there…

She leaped on his back as he stumbled to the door. Her arms locked in a chokehold around his neck - he knew he had one last chance before she squeezed.

If he’d slapped her legs away when he felt her wrap them around his waist, he may have escaped. Instead she hooked her ankles together. And as she flung herself backwards she pushed her legs down, forcing his head backwards. His outstretched hands forgot all about the safety of the radio - still just out of his reach - and clawed at her arms as he struggled for breath.

At the same time Cecily leaned further back, bending him off-balance. He stumbled backwards - she steered him back to the cot, and pulled him on top of her.

He was flailing, panicked. All of his training was forgotten as he was strangled. He bucked wildly, trying desperately - and in vain - to loosen her chokehold. She had wrapped her legs around him again, squeezing him between her thighs and keeping her leverage on his writhing body. He felt nothing but taut muscles constricting his ribs and throat. Pain shot through his entire body. His rapid heartbeat pulsed in his ears.

“Ssh” she cooed to him quietly. He felt her lips against his ear as she softly kissed him. “This will all be over soon.”

As he faded from consciousness, he hoped she was right.

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Jack awoke with a ragged gasp of breath. His head throbbed, his ribs ached. His vision slowly came into focus - he recognized Cecily’s cell and was immediately overwhelmed with panic.

He sat up, and Cecily rose from beside the bunk. She was still naked, her breasts swaying as she pushed him back down on the cot.

“Don’t move,” she commanded. He lay there as she had ordered, sick to his stomach at the realization he was obeying her out of fear. His throat was still sore.

He realized his chest was bare - his uniform shirt and cotton white undershirt laying heaps in the middle of the floor beside his discarded boots and socks. Cecily stood at the foot of the cot - she jerked his pants off in one quick motion, dropping them down at her bare feet.

“What are you doing?” Jack asked. His voice, once strong and defiant, was nothing but a whimper now. He tried to scramble backwards - there was nowhere to go on the small cot.

Cecily grabbed his ankles and pulled him back so he was lying flat on the cot. “I said don’t move!” she hissed. Jack raised his hands defensively before him, immediately ashamed at his cowardice. He glanced at the open cell door - the hallway was still dark. He had a realization that he must have been unconscious only for a few minutes. That meant he was due for his next patrol in under an hour. If central control didn’t hear from him, they’d send backup.

He felt her pull his boxer shorts off - he was now as naked as she was. He shivered as she stared over him, like a huntress sizing up her kill. He was afraid of her - yes, he was willing to accept that now, as sad as it was to be afraid of a woman. He was more afraid, though, of how he would have to explain this when backup finally did arrive. How could he possibly explain his current position? No one would believe a woman had beaten him up and disrobed him. He’d be fired - and worse, he’d be mocked by everyone he worked with. People would talk about this for decades after he was gone!

Cecily seemed to read his mind. As if knowing he was about to try and escape her yet again, her hand shot out, grabbing his balls. She gently squeezed them, threatening.

“Don’t even think about it,” she said. Jack tensed, but she didn’t squeeze any harder. Her grip was like steel - he felt her wrist twist just enough to let him know she would rip them off if she were so inclined.

With one hand still clutching his balls she knelt on the cot next to him, facing his feet. She swung her right knee past his face - he flinched, twisting his head away. She dropped her left knee on the other side of his head, and he was staring up at the black mass of hair over her pussy. A hint of fragrant aroma from her wafted down at him.

Then she leaned forward. Jack felt her nipples brush across his stomach. She slid her knees back, and her soft thighs slid over his ears, pressing into either side of his head.

Cecily reached back and grabbed a handful of Jack’s hair. She yanked his head forward, off the cot. In the next instant her thighs crushed his neck, and when she released Jack’s hair his neck was trapped between her legs. She flexed her muscles, and immediately the soft flesh went rigid. Jack couldn’t breathe. He clasped her thighs, but was unable to pull them apart.

“If you do anything stupid, I’ll break your neck,” she said matter-of-factly.

She relaxed, and he sucked in a ragged breath. At the same time she grabbed his wrists, pulling his arms down to his side. She held them there, propping herself up on them.

“Now be still,” she whispered. He wanted to ask what she was going to do to him, but then he felt her breath on his crotch. Her wet tongue licked the length of his limp penis. He shuddered, his hips bucking involuntarily. Cecily’s thighs pulsed. She giggled.

Jack felt her run the tip of her tongue along the head of his dick. Pleasure swam the tip of his penis up through his stomach. He moaned, momentarily forgetting he was pinned down with his head trapped in a reverse head scissor from a deadly female inmate.

His penis twitched. Cecily took it in her mouth, gently sucking from the base to the tip. Jack felt himself stiffen inside her warm mouth.

He wondered what she wanted from him. If she meant to give him a blowjob then she could have done so without kicking his ass first. He knew this had to be a trap of some kind - she couldn’t possibly be doing this unless she meant to arouse him before inflicting more pain.

His fears were lost in another wave of pleasure as she slowly moved her head up, and down. Up, and down. Her lips and tongue worked around the head. Despite what she had done to him, despite his fear, he wanted to pull her to him. She slammed his hands back down the moment he tried to lift them.

He was fully erect, now. She’d make him cum, and there’d be nothing he could do about it. Once he came she’d have all the physical evidence she needed to prove their liaison, and have him fired.

“Stop. Please,” he whispered. She didn’t respond. Her warm, wet, mouth continued moving slowly over his dick. Up, and down. Up, and down.

He tried to think of anything unsexy but it was no use. The pure physical pleasure overrode any negative thoughts he tried to convey.

She raised her mouth off of him. His erect member flopped against him, wet with her saliva. He felt her legs open. She rose off of him.

Before he could react she had spun around, dropping her hips onto his. She leaned onto him, pinning his shoulders beneath hers. Her heavy breasts smashed onto him. She pressed her cool cheek against his, and he realized her neck was so strong he couldn’t even move his head side-to-side. He felt her hands grope for his as her legs intertwined with his own. She wiggled her hips, finding his cock beneath the warm mound of her pussy.

Jack realized she meant to mount him. The thought of being forced inside her, without protection, subject to whatever STDs she was carrying, was enough to make him try to escape again.

It was no use. With her legs wrapped around his, and her feet hooked inside his calves, she spread her feet, forcing his legs apart. He couldn’t get the traction needed to buck her off of him, and at the same time her hands found his wrists and locked over them in a vice grip. She slammed his hands down above his head.

She lifted her face over his, smiling down at him. Their noses almost touched. He tried to move, but she had him held tight. She had him held captive.

“Stop squirming - you can’t get away,” she said, a wicked glint in her eye. He was too ashamed to look at her. With his eyes closed he felt her slowly grind her hips in a circle. The heat from her pussy found his cock, still wet with her saliva. She teased his tip with the moist lips of her pussy. She moved slowly, gently pushing herself onto him an inch at a time, then withdrawing. Then pushing him in her just a little deeper, and pulling out again.

“Oh, God, no!” he pleaded, pulling from her. He was able to push her arms up - he thought for a moment he might be able to twist away from her onto the floor.

Then she adjusted her leverage and slowly pushed his arms back down above his head. She laughed. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m stronger than you, remember?”

Jack collapsed back against the cot. He felt Cecily’s hips find his dick again. Her pussy was wet now. She slid him into her like a bullet being chambered.

He gasped, pleasure coursing through every inch of his body now. She moaned, wiggling her hips side to side. He felt her pussy lips completely envelop him. She began to thrust her hips forward and back. Her legs released his as she curled them up beside him, using her knees brace herself as she pumped her hips.

She pulled Jack’s wrists so his hands were pinned beside his head as she leaned over him. Her breasts swayed above him, the nipples brushing against his chest. She ground her hips faster now.

Jack didn’t move his hips with hers, hoping in vain to keep himself from climax - but he knew within a moment she’d triumph over his efforts. She moved on him with the skill of a pro. Even without his help she was taking what she wanted from him. He had never been premature with his orgasms before, but she was riding him so good that he felt the telltale tingling sensation spread from his dick - he was about to come. He tried to pull out from beneath her, but it was no use - she had his hips pinned beneath hers, and as soon as she felt him try to wriggle out of her she fell onto him, wrapping her legs back into the grapevine and spreading his feet apart so he couldn’t get any leverage to escape. All the while she kept him inside of her, pinning his hands above his head as she kept pumping her hips down onto him.

The sensation grew stronger - Jack tried to squeeze his urethra like he’d been told they do in tantric sex to prohibit ejaculation. It was no use. She seemed to sense how close she’d gotten him and ground into him with new fervor. He couldn’t take it anymore - he exploded inside of her with a gasp.

Cecily didn’t slow down or change her rhythm - if anything, she was riding him faster now. As he came inside her she switched positions back so her legs were bent on either side of him, leveraging her to sit up on top of him. She pulled his wrists forward, holding his hands to her breasts.

Jack’s pleasure gave way to intense pain as the sensitive head of his dick seemed to burn with every thrust of her hips. Still, she didn’t stop. She kept riding him, moving his hands in circles over her breasts. She brushed his fingers over her nipples. Jack gasped in pain. “Stop!”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned. Her hips bucked wildly - she jammed his hands into her breasts and squealed with delight.

And then she froze over him, shuddering. She exhaled deeply, a smile on her lips. A sheen of sweat glistened over her body. She slowly moved her hips once more. Twice more, seeming to soak up every drop of him she could as her own juices flowed onto him. Pain shot through Jack’s sore dick. He gasped with each thrust of her hips. He couldn’t wriggle out from under her.

She released his wrists. His hands fell onto her moist thighs - she brushed them away as if his touch disgusted her.

She sneered down at him, her hands on her hips again. Her breasts heaved as she caught her breath. Jack couldn’t look her in the eye - he stared up at the ceiling instead, his mind slowly processing everything that had just happened to him. He rubbed his aching neck. Covered his face in shame. His eyes burned - he felt like he might weep beneath her mocking glare.

“Do you want me to release you?” she asked. Jack could hear the disdain in her voice. Gone were the playful taunts from earlier.

“Yes,” he pleaded. She didn’t move. He knew he couldn’t move her - he had to wait. She sneered down at him another moment, her hands still on her hips. She jutted her chin at him.

“Yes, what?” she demanded.

“Yes, please.”

“Very well. I’ll let you leave.” Cecily leaned over him, lifting her hips off of him. He gasped with pain again as his sensitive penis flopped out. She grabbed his shoulder and rolled him off the cot - he fell in a heap on the cold concrete floor.

He scrambled to his feet, ready for her to attack him again. He was relieved to see her lying on her back on the metal cot, her knees pulled to her chest.

“Get dressed. Your next patrol is in about ten minutes,” she said. Her voice was ice.

Jack did as he was commanded without thinking about it. He pulled on his boxers first, robotically, acting purely off muscle memory. His mind was still racing. His fingers trembled. He felt like he might throw up.

Cecily remained on her back with her knees to her chest. She caught Jack looking at her. Saw the confusion on his face. “This helps ensure I get pregnant.”

Jack’s face went white. Even in the low light Cecily could see his terror. She laughed mockingly. “I’m ovulating. Why else do you think I took you tonight?”

He didn’t reply. He couldn’t reply. He buckled his pants. Fumbled with his shirt buttons. Cecily continued, speaking as she would to a child: “Once I’m pregnant they’ll need to move me to medical for examination. Medical is minimum security - that’s where I’ll escape.”

She pointed to the open door - she was commanding him to leave. Jack shuffled out in his untied boots, too afraid to turn his back to her. He scooped up his weapon belt and slammed the door shut behind him. Even with the steel door between them, he didn’t feel safe. He raced down the hallway to the small office at the end of the cell block. Once inside he shut and locked that door, too. He checked the small clock there - he had nine minutes until his next rounds were due. He’d have to look back in on her - the thought of facing her brought him to tears.

Jack sat at the desk, his face in his hands. He wept in humiliation and shame, the realization of what had just happened to him setting in. Inmate Cecily Rhodes may have been an inmate, but Jack knew he was now her prisoner.
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You didn't really think Cecily was done with Jack, did you?

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Jack managed to get through the rest of the night alone in his office. When the next shift arrived, the officer replacing him took one look at Jack and asked if he was all right. Jack mumbled something about being fine, unwilling to tell anyone the truth: that a female inmate had defeated him and had her way with him in her cell.

He didn’t remember much afterwards. At some point he got back to his small house, and took a shower in water so hot it felt like his skin would blister. The shower did nothing to wash away the bruises on his face from broken blood vessels caused by strangulation. He couldn’t wash away the dark purple bruise beneath his belly button where Cecily had punched him, either. The knot on the back of his skull where he had hit his head on her cell wall was another constant, throbbing, reminder of the beating he’d endured.

Sleep eluded him that first night. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Cecily’s mocking grin as she glared down at him.

“Do you want me to release you?” he heard her whisper in his empty bedroom. Over, and over.

He ended up staying home for the next two days. He left on the second day for a doctor’s appointment, where he asked for an STD test once they were in the privacy of the physician’s office. He spent the rest of his time off in his house drinking cheap bourbon straight from the bottle with the blinds closed and the doors locked. He slept fitfully. No matter what he did, he couldn’t feel safe. He thought of Cecily laughing at the memory of his defeat and hoped with everything he had that she wouldn’t tell anyone. How would he know if she had or not if he was hidden away in his house?

He made himself return to work at the prison, putting on his best act that everything was back to normal. With Cecily being in confinement, he at least had the run of the rest of the prison without worrying about running into her. Although the other officers and inmates may not have noticed anything different with him, though, his perception of everything had changed. He no longer walked amongst the female inmates confident of his dominance over them. When left alone to escort an inmate across the facility he found himself sizing her up, wondering whether her frumpy overalls hid muscles that would overwhelm him if given the opportunity. He found himself keeping them all at arm’s length - whereas before he used to engage in banter, sometimes even flirting with them, now he was reserved.

Jack kept an eye on Cecily’s activities in the daily logs. He was relieved that the logs were empty each time. She hadn’t requested to see a doctor to confirm a pregnancy, and according to the logs there was no change in her mundane daily activity - 23 hours a day locked in her cell, with one hour allowed outside for exercise.

As the days passed, Jack began to rationalize what had happened to him. He slowly convinced himself he had made the mistake of underestimating her, allowing her to get a drop on him. If he hadn’t done that, she wouldn’t have been able to slam his head into the wall, which was the only reason she’d been able to get in a few cheap shots like she had. If not for the blows to his head, he would have been able to push her off of him when she had pinned him to her cot. If he would have been more careful there’s no way she would have defeated him!

Good news came for him a week later: his STD test came back negative for any venereal diseases. Jack was able to relax more, at least, knowing he was still clean. His confidence up, he started going out on his nights off. There wasn’t much to do in town, but he hit up his favorite bar and had beers with his fellow off-duty officers. One night, a few weeks later, a drunk guy mouthed off to him over whose turn it was at the billiards table and Jack knocked him out with a quick right cross to his jaw. The victory got Jack’s confidence going again, proving to himself he wasn’t some weakling who’d been exploited by a more powerful woman. Having tasted blood again, he began to plot his revenge on Cecily.

A month had passed since the night she had taken him against his will in her cell. He let his Sergeant know he wanted his shift back in Ad Seg - preferably a night shift. Jack knew Cecily hadn’t told anyone about what had happened when the Sergeant didn’t blink an eye. Now that a month had passed, though, he worried that her plan may be coming to fruition and she’d be confirmed pregnant.

As fate would have it, he was scheduled for a night shift in Ad Seg the next Saturday night. Jack made his preparations in advance, bracing himself to face Cecily again.

When he arrived for his shift, he almost expected her to call him out immediately. She barely seemed to notice him, though. She went about her business in her tiny cell, alone, just as the other inmates did in theirs. He checked on her each hour as he was required to, but she never even looked up at the door to see his face. He wanted to slam on her window and demand her attention, but that would draw needless attention from the other inmates who may hear him. Her indifference to him began to feel like a weapon she used.

At lights out the inmates all drifted off to sleep per their routine. No night owls in this group. Jack saw them all asleep as he did his hourly check, peering through each window to confirm they were present and accounted for. Cecily was also laying in bed, her state-issued blanket pulled over her shoulders as she slept peacefully on the metal cot. Once Jack confirmed the inmates were all asleep he opened his lunch pail and grabbed a Tupperware container from within. He plucked the chocolate cupcake out from this and headed back to Cecily’s cell.

He peeked inside - could see her drowsing in the dim glow of the red, prison-controlled nightlight. The sheet rose and fell with her breaths. He shined his flashlight inside. The beam hit her face. She twitched, peering into the light. Her eyes fluttered - she raised one hand to block the light.

Jack opened the small metal porthole covering the food tray on her cell door. He set the cupcake there.

Cecily tossed her blanket aside. She luxuriously stretched. Jack wanted to yell at her to hurry up, but she took her time getting out of bed. Her bare feet padded across the cold floor towards the door. Jack could see her hair was down, hanging over the shoulders of her uniform blouse. Her baggy clothes stretched over her large breasts but hid the rest of her physique.

“Good evening, Officer Bennett,” she purred. She smiled at him through the glass. “What’s this?”

“It’s for you,” Jack mumbled back. He forced himself to glare back at her through the window, even as her stare unnerved him. She didn’t blink: he couldn’t allow himself to, either. He had to retain any semblance of control over her.

“How sweet,” she said as she plucked the cupcake off the tray. Jack watched her slender fingers peel the paper from the bottom of the cupcake. Her hands looked delicate, but Jack knew everything about her was deceiving. She considered the cupcake for a long moment. Jack forced even breathes although he wanted to yell at her to hurry up and eat it already. He’d chosen the cupcake carefully, betting that she was a fan of chocolate and buying it from an upscale bakery the next town over instead of choosing one from the local Wal-Mart grocery. Even a normal store-bought pastry would be high class cuisine compared to the packaged crap the inmates could buy from the commissary - any other inmate would have devoured the cupcake as soon as she’d gotten her hands on it.

Instead Cecily held the cupcake between her and Jack. “Why did you bring this to me?” she asked. Her tone was firm: she expected an answer.

“It’s just a gift. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, ever since…” he trailed off. He blinked under her glare.

She smirked. “That’s funny. I almost forgot all about that.” Her words stung Jack even though he knew she was toying with him. Everything about the way she looked at him - about the way she carried herself before him now - confirmed she didn’t regard him as anything but an object. What had nearly driven Jack mad over the past month was nothing but an event as mundane as taking a shower to her.

She set the cupcake back down on the tray, never taking her eyes off of him. Jack didn’t think she’d even blinked yet. “You didn’t really think I’d fall for that, did you?” she asked.

Jack’s heart dropped. He stammered for an answer - stopped as Cecily laughed. He had crushed three Cytotec pills and carefully inserted the powder into the cupcake, being sure to slide the frosting back so it looked untouched. Once she ate it she would have had a miscarriage and he would have been in the clear.

“Eat it. Now.” He was using the same tone he used to get inmates to comply with his demands. While it normally caused the inmates to abide, Cecily didn’t react.

He grabbed the pepper spray off his belt. It was chemical grade: one burst of it would cause someone’s eyes to involuntarily close and would require the area be evacuated. He aimed it at her through the porthole. Cecily scoffed at the canister clutched in his trembling hand. As forcefully as he could, he growled to her: “I won’t ask you again.”

“Go ahead. Spray that and they’ll have to clear out the cells on either side of me. I still won’t eat that, but when your Sergeant files his incident report I’ll say you had raped me and were trying to cover your tracks. I have all the evidence I need right here.” She patted her stomach.

Jack didn’t respond. Cecily leaned right up to the plexiglass window, gazing out at him, back in control.

Jack lowered the pepper spray. He was defeated - he knew she would ruin his career and possibly put him behind bars if she told her side of the story. No would believe him if he told the truth.

She motioned to the cupcake. “I’m bored, though, so let’s see how far you’re willing to take this little plan of yours. Come on in, and if you can make me submit to you, I’ll eat the cupcake.”

Jack didn’t respond. As much as he wanted to go inside and knock that condescending smirk off her face, he couldn’t help but think this was a trap.

Cecily seemed to read his mind. “No games. Just you and me. If you think the only reason I kicked your ass last time was because of a cheap shot, or I got lucky, well now’s your chance to prove it.”

Hearing her say she had kicked his ass made his blood boil. He thought of how great it felt to knock out the drunk asshole at the bar, and wanted to feel her jaw break beneath his knuckles as well. If she wouldn’t respect him, he would make her fear him.

He unlocked her door and slowly opened it.

Cecily took a few steps back as he entered. Jack knew better than to think she was afraid. Although she kept her hands to her side and seemed to be relaxed, she had reset her feet into a fighter’s stance.

He sized her up. He knew she had fast hands and could pack a punch. He felt his best chance would be to use his weight advantage and take her down before trying to submit her with an armbar or chokehold. Thinking of doing to her what she had done to him was exciting. The thought of it drove him towards her, his hands held before him to defend himself from her fists.

She backed up against the metal sink/toilet combo bolted into the ground. She turned to check behind her as the edge of it jammed into her back.

Jack seized the opportunity and lunged for her knees. She was ready, turning back to him and wrapping one arm around his neck. As he reached for her legs she raised them up, wrapping them around his waist. She squeezed his neck held in a rear headlock and locked her ankles behind him, leveraging herself on him as he kept his feet beneath him.

He suddenly shoved her into the wall behind her. She hit the concrete with a thud, letting out a gasp of pain. She managed to keep her head tilted forward, though, so her head didn’t slam into the wall. The force of the blow caused her to lose her hold on his neck - he pulled his head free from her arm and grabbed her forearms. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him between her thighs.

For a moment they were face to face. He felt her heavy breasts press against him. Her nipples were hard as rocks, poking through the thin fabric. She was smiling, enjoying herself even as she struggled to free her arms from his hands. He held on for dear life, knowing she would strangle him again if she got her arms free.

He tried to let out a breath and realized his ribs were compressed between her legs. He couldn’t exhale! When he sucked in a breathe she squeezed harder, constricting her muscular legs tighter around him. Now he knew why she was smiling - even without her arms she was going to squeeze the life out of him.

Jack summoned his strength and spun them towards the wall beside them, slamming her into it. She gasped again, loosening her scissor hold on him enough so he could catch his breath. Her released her arms and jammed his hands under her thighs, prying her legs apart. She hadn’t had a chance to lock her ankles behind him, and he was able to get just enough space to push her away from him. She clasped her arms around his neck but he was able to wriggle his head loose, shoving her back against the wall.

He felt momentum swing his way and knew he had to finish her now. As she prepared to launch herself back at him he swung his right hand for her jaw, hoping for the satisfying crunch of bone breaking. Instead his knuckles grazed the top of her head as she ducked beneath the swing.

He could sense her using the missed swing to close on him and prepared his counterpunch, swinging his left hand in an uppercut to catch her under the jaw if she dove for him now.

He was already through his swing by the time he realized she had anticipated this. As he brought his hands back in front of him to guard his face she punched him once in the ribs. He lowered his arms to protect his body and she jabbed him in the throat. He stumbled backwards, gasping for breath.

As he fell backwards he instinctively grabbed the extendable metal baton from his belt and snapped it open with a flick of his wrist. He swung the metal rod before him, keeping her at bay.

Jack regained his footing. He held the baton ready. Cecily shook her head at him, scolding him with a clucking of her tongue. “I said just you and me, Officer Bennett. That means no weapons.”

“Fuck you!” he growled back. His throat was aching.

Cecily regarded the baton. She shrugged. “If it makes you think you still have a chance, then so be it.”

Something in Jack’s head screamed for him to back out of the cell and shut the door on her. He had fought her to a draw - he could come up with a better plan to terminate her pregnancy another night. His male pride wouldn’t allow him to admit anything less than victory, though. He felt like his ego would be forever crushed if he didn’t defeat her now. He wanted not just to make her submit, but to make her beg him for mercy. He needed to make this right for himself.

He swung the baton down at her. He was aiming for her head, but if she raised her arms to block he was fine with shattering her forearm.

Instead, she ducked to the side of the blow. He hadn’t realized she could move that fast. He quickly brought the baton back up and swung again, aiming in a more diagonal movement so that if she tried to sidestep him he’d still catch her body.

She ducked beneath the baton and spun on her heels, diving behind him. He felt like she moved in a blur, and for a brief moment he realized this was how fast she always was, and she had been taking it easy on him earlier. He cocked his left hand to spin his elbow behind him and try to catch her in the nose when pain shot through his body as she punched him twice in his kidneys. Her fists felt like hammers on his tender ribs. He gasped for breath. His stomach lurched, and his knees shook. He stumbled forward, the baton slipping from his hand. It clattered on the ground.

He spun back towards her, swinging his fists in the vain hope of catching her with a punch. She easily dodged his awkward swings and lunged forward, closing the distance between them. He felt her arms wrap over his arms, pinning them to his side. She lowered herself without releasing her arms, and in one motion she lifted him up off the ground.

His feet dangled in midair. He tried to find a foothold but the toes of his boots barely grazed the floor. His ribs and chest burned as she squeezed him in her arms. Her large breasts were hard as a rock as they smashed into his stomach, further constricting his breath.

He was trapped, and he knew it. She smiled up at him. “Oh, honey, this didn’t go quite the way you thought it would, did it?” she said as she squeezed him even tighter. He gasped in pain, and her smile grew wider at the obvious torment he was in.

His only hope to escape her now would be to release a jet of pepper spray - the chemicals would cause them both to retch and lose their breath, but he had been trained to withstand it. He’d make it to the door and lock her in, leaving her to choke on the fumes.

He clutched for the pepper spray on his belt. His fingers fumbled with it, pulling it from its holder.

Just as his thumb touched the trigger she squeezed him again. His felt his ribs strain to their limit, as if one more move would snap them in half. As the pain coursed through his torso he lost his grip on the pepper spray. It fell to the floor, bouncing away.

“Stop! Please!” he gasped. She laughed even as she continued to squeeze.

She suddenly shifted her weight, swinging him to the side. She released him from her grasp, and he fell to the ground before he could get his arms under him to brace for the fall. His skull slammed against the concrete floor.

His head was ringing now. Stars spotted his sight. He felt for his baton or pepper spray but they were beyond his grasp. Cecily placed her feet on either side of his waist, grabbed one of his shoulders, and rolled him onto his stomach.

He tried to scramble away from her as she dropped her full weight onto his back, slamming him down to the floor. He yelled in pain as his sore ribs strained again. She grabbed his right wrist and pulled it up behind his back in a hammerlock, twisting his wrist to keep him still.

“Stop moving!” she hissed at him, just as she had the previous month when she had him trapped against the wall with his arm pinned behind him like this. He knew he’d been defeated again. There was nothing he could do to escape her now. Tears welled in his eyes as he silently complied. The humiliation of defeat overwhelmed him as he felt her grab his left arm and pin it behind his back so she had him in a double hammerlock. He was so exhausted and overcome with pain that she was able to hold both his wrists with one of her hands. With her other hand she dug through his weapon belt until she found his handcuffs. He made a token resistance but she kept his wrists held tight as she slapped the cuffs on them.

She stood over him, relaxing. He heard her catch her breath. With his head turned to the side he could see her combing her fingers through her thick black hair, pulling it back behind her shoulders. She saw him peering up at her. She sneered down at him, placing one bare foot on his cheek and pushing his head to the floor.

“Please let me go,” he pleaded. His words were muffled beneath her foot and she laughed again. She moved her foot so it was right next to his face. He could see the sweat glistening on it. Her toes were somehow perfectly manicured, free of polish.

“Kiss it,” she demanded.

He didn’t respond. She slammed her other foot down on his back. “I’ve already kicked your ass. Now submit to me, or I’ll hurt you even worse.”

Jack knew it was pointless to resist any further, and he desperately wanted her to free him. He leaned forward, kissing her foot as she commanded. He tasted the salt from her sweat on his lips.

“Now tell me you submit,” she told him.

“I submit,” he mumbled, humiliated.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I submit,” he said, louder.

Cecily laughed. She seemed satisfied. Jack wanted her to uncuff him, but he didn’t want to anger her by asking. No, not asking: he’d be begging her, and he couldn’t bring himself to do this.

He felt her lean over him and reach under his stomach. He realized she was grabbing his weapon belt. She undid the clasp and pulled it free. She tossed it into the corner of her cell.

“What are you doing?” he asked. He couldn’t imagine anything else she needed from him now that she’d defeated him.

“Whatever I want,” she answered. She rolled him onto his back - he had to arch himself to keep from falling on his cuffed hands.

Cecily undid his other belt. She pulled it from his pant loops. She stood over him, walking to his feet. He could only watch as she looped the belt over his ankles. She fastened it tight - he was horrified to realize he couldn’t move. He flailed on the ground - she pressed her foot down on his stomach, keeping him still. He gasped in pain as the metal cuffs dug into his back. For a moment she glared down at him with contempt, sizing up her prize. He could see how much she enjoyed having him bound beneath her.

She leaned down, scooping her hand under him and lifting him to a sitting position.

“Please, just let me go. I’ll do anything you want,” he whimpered.

“We’re not through yet,” she said, sliding her other hand under his knees. She pulled him with her as she stood, lifting him off the ground. She cradled him in her arms. He lay helplessly in her grasp. She carried him over to her cot and carefully lowered him so he was sitting on it, his back against the wall.

He gazed up at her as she pulled her shirt over her head. Her bare breasts jiggled the slightest bit before him. They glistened in the red light under a thin sheen of sweat. The muscles in her shoulders were like perfect orbs beneath her pale skin. He could see the definition in her triceps and forearms as she dropped the shirt beside him. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband and dropped her pants and underwear to her ankles. Her shapely thighs were perfect mounds of flesh above muscled calves that hinted at an athlete’s training. She grabbed her panties in one hand, kicking the pants beneath the cot.

That’s when Jack looked at her stomach and realized how flat it was. Her abdominal muscles were just barely visible from the workout she’d just had.

Cecily saw where he was staring. She ran her fingers over her stomach. “Oh, that. I meant to tell you - despite my best efforts, you didn’t impregnate me last month. Luckily for us, though, my cycle has begun again.”

Jack prepared to scream. Cecily shoved her panties into his mouth. His screams were muffled on the cotton, the sharp taste of her pussy filled his mouth. Tears welled in his eyes as she realized he’d been manipulated into her den once more. If he had just moved past what she’d done to him he would be safe at home right now instead of trapped in her cell, being used as she pleased.

She pulled his pants off, sliding them down to his bound ankles. She yanked his boxer shorts down, leaving his limp penis exposed. She straddled him on the cot, lowering her pussy onto him. He clenched his eyes shut, determined not to allow himself to get hard for her.

Cecily laughed at his efforts. She slowly moved her hips over him. He felt her soft hairs tickle his shaft. He was still limp, but she felt so good against him that he knew it was just a matter of time before he was erect. She leaned against him. He felt her soft breasts press into his chest. “You can’t resist me,” she whispered as she kissed his ear, running her tongue along it. His penis twitched under her as he felt her hot breath in his ear. “I can make you feel so good.” Her breath sent chills up his spine.

She kissed his neck, her mouth alternating between light bites and licks along his skin. All the while her hips kept softly grinding over him. He could feel her getting wet. Her juices slowly coated his dick as she moved on him. Despite the beating she’d given him he was getting aroused under her.

Cecily moved his head to the side and worked her mouth up the other side of his neck. She moaned lightly: Jack couldn’t tell if it was an act or if she was genuinely enjoying herself. Why wouldn’t she be enjoying this? She was in control here, doing whatever she wanted to him. He was the one being violated, even if it was by a woman as beautiful as she was. In different circumstances he would be enjoying this, with how skilled she obviously was at foreplay, kissing him exactly where his erogenous zones were on his neck and ears…

… and as she kissed him his penis began to stiffen beneath her. She let out a louder moan now. She moved her pussy over it, rubbing him up and down, pressing just a little harder now onto him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to her. Her lips moving in butterfly kisses over his cheeks as she held him to her, her hips moving just a little faster now over him. She ran herself over the length of him from the tip all the way to the shaft. She pulled his collar down and lightly kissed him along his collarbone. He moaned deeply against the panties still stuffed in his mouth.

Jack felt himself grow fully erect beneath her. He shook his head - he didn’t want to do this, but the physical pleasure was overwhelming. Whereas a few minutes ago he’d been afraid for his life, he was now overwhelmed by desire. All the pain that had been coursing through his body was gone for a moment, his tender ribs where being softly held in her arms and she seemed to be taking care with him. It was a sensual moment, and even though Jack knew he was being tricked somehow, he couldn’t help himself with her.

Cecily reached down and grabbed his dick. She rubbed the tip of him in circles over her moist pussy. They both moaned together. He shuddered as she lowered herself onto him, and the warmth and wetness of her enveloped him.

She slowly lifted her hips up and down onto him, carefully moving so he almost fell out of her before she lowered herself back down.

He felt her dig the panties out from his mouth - he didn’t even think about screaming anymore. He let in a deep breath of air, the taste of her still fresh in his mouth.

Cecily grabbed one of her full breasts, gently squeezing it. With her other hand she held him by the back of his head and pushed her nipple into his mouth. Her breast was nearly as big as his head, the soft flesh smothered his face. Jack thought for a brief moment about biting as hard as he could, but he knew she would hurt him much worse if he did anything. Instead he sucked on her nipple. She moaned as she rode him, pulling him to her. She held her arms around his shoulders as she pumped her hips over him.

Jack had to move his head as her breasts smothered him. He gasped for air, and she swung her shoulders so her heavy tits slapped his face. She pulled him tighter against her, and his face was shoved between her breasts. The soft mounds squeezed against his cheeks, cutting off his air briefly as they heaved on either side of him. He moved his face up, gasping for breath. She moved one breast back into his mouth and he complied, sucking on her nipple as commanded. She moaned louder, her hips moving faster.

The telltale signs of orgasm tingled from the head of his penis. He was going to cum inside of her again, just as she wanted. He cursed himself for letting her do this to him again, then remembered that he hadn’t let her do anything: she was taking what she wanted despite his best efforts to resist.

“Oh, God, yes,” Cecily suddenly shouted as she ground her hips even faster into him. She drew quick breaths now and then moaned in pleasure, her hips slowing above him. He came inside of her, pulsing beneath her as she held him tightly.

For a moment she kept him in her embrace. He gasped for breath between her tits. She slowly rocked her hips, soaking every drop from him.

Then she released him. He fell back against the wall, knocking his head against it. He lay there, looking up at her, as she glared down at him. Gone was the sensual vixen she’d been pretending to be - now she was back to being the dominating woman who had defeated and captured him.

He held her hands on her hips, sneering down at him. He couldn’t meet her stare. He closed his eyes, turning his head. She grabbed him by the chin. She turned his face to hers. “Look at me,” she commanded. He slowly opened his eyes. She smiled. “You belong to me, now. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Good.” She climbed off him. He moaned as his sensitive penis flopped out of her. She grabbed his weapon belt off the floor and stood before him. She grabbed him by his shirt collar, and pulled him to his feet. She unbuckled the belt from his ankles, then dug the handcuff key out of his weapon belt and unlocked the handcuffs.

He expected her to step aside again, but instead she stood before him while he pulled his pants back up. He would have never guessed he could have a gorgeous, naked, woman standing so close to him and not stare. Instead he awkwardly placed his belts back on, first his pants belt, then his weapon belt. He got the baton and pepper spray back in their slots. Even fully armed, he didn’t feel any safer. He didn’t look her in the eye, focusing on his tasks even as he could feel her stare.

When he was dressed he tried to step around her but she moved into his path, her hands on her hips. She was so close her breasts pushed against him. He stepped backwards. “Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach that she was going to fight him again - he didn’t think his body could handle another beating tonight. His ribs were aching, his back felt like it was on fire.

“Leaving,” he said, realizing too late that he was mumbling again.

“Do you want me to release you?” she asked, a sly smile on her face. She was enjoying making him suffer for every second she could.

Jack had never felt so scared or intimidated. The fact that this beautiful woman, as sexy as she was deadly, had this power over him was humiliating. He was terrified of her now. He, a man and a trained correctional officer, was afraid of a naked woman. He thought he’d break down into tears right there in front of her. “Yes,” he said.

“Beg me to release you.” While she stared at him, he couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Please release me,” he pleaded.

Her leg moved. He flinched, but she just held one foot forward. She pointed to it. Jack knew what she wanted. As much as he wanted to make some symbolic effort to resist, he knew it was futile. She’d just beat him again.

He got to his knees before her and kissed her foot.

“Very well. I’ll release you for now. If this didn’t work tonight, we’ll do it again next month.”

She walked over to her cot and lay back down, pulling her knees to her chest. She was humming a soft song to herself, not a care in the world.

Jack left her cell, his head down and shoulders slumped, defeated.

“Don’t forget your cupcake, Officer Bennett,” she called to him as he closed the door. He realized it was still in the meal tray. He heard her laughter as he slammed the porthole shut.
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I was in half-empty metro train while I read part 2, and I had to hide my clearly visible hard-on there, lol
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Default Re: The Jailer Becomes the Jailed

I just love the setting and charactors in this story. They remind so well about my teenage fantasies.
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