CHANGED HEAT - PART 1
by JB57
Maria Jacobs gazed out the window of her chauffeur-driven limousine, not really
seeing the suburbs and the passing fields racing by outside. This was her first
day at her new job: taking over as the warden of McBride Penitentiary. Maria had
big plans for her new assignment and was anxious to get started.
Maria broke her reverie. She settled back into the leather seat of the town car
and stretched out her long, powerful, nylon-sheathed legs. She laced her fingers
behind her head, pushed her neck against her hands and arched her back like a
cat, giving her torso a long, luxurious stretch. Her massive, beautiful tits
strained against her blouse, momentarily threatening to pop its buttons.
Maria was still a young woman, only 32, but she had joined the penitentiary
system 8 years before and had risen rapidly through the ranks. As the previous
warden of two other women’s prisons, she had quickly gained the attention of her
superiors by proving herself adept at bringing chaotic jails under control very
quickly. Her techniques were secretive; she did not really explain what she did
to tame so many volatile and violent women. She had expertly sidestepped
explaining her techniques to her superiors. But they never received any
complaints and they could not doubt that Maria’s methods were highly effective.
Now she had been given a career-making assignment: restoring order and
discipline to the chaotic halls of McBride Penitentiary. Most people would have
been daunted by taking on such a task. But Maria had studied the situation at
McBride very carefully. She had pored over reports and prisoners’ files for many
hours. And she was certain that she knew exactly how to make her assignment a
success. Indeed, she believed that the situation at McBride was particularly
well-suited to her unique approach. She smiled, and licked her ruby-red lips in
anticipation.
The car arrived at the prison and idled for a moment as the guards checked
Maria’s credentials. Then it drove up to the administration building, where a
small delegation of prison officials was waiting to greet the new warden.
When the car pulled to a stop, an officious-looking man in a tweed suit stepped
forward and opened the back door of the vehicle. Maria unfolded herself from the
backseat, long luscious legs uncoiling gracefully from the back of the car to
the sidewalk. She pulled herself to her full height and smiled with amusement as
the small group of officials started with amazement and consternation as they
got their first glimpse of their new warden, in the flesh. Maria was a modern
Amazon. She was six-feet tall in her stocking feet; now, she was wearing
three-inch heels. Her short skirt stopped halfway up her muscular thighs,
offering just a glimpse of her garters under the right circumstances. She was
dressed in a grey business suit and a pink blouse. The blouse did nothing to
hide the powerful breasts which pushed out from her chest. The first two buttons
of her blouse were undone, allowing a generous display of cleavage. Maria wore a
pearl necklace and earrings. Her golden blonde hair was knotted into a series of
tight buns on top of her head. Her face was remarkably beautiful. Blue-green
eyes were set off by a pair of scholarly-looking rectangular glasses. Her pert,
upturned nose was complemented by lush, ruby-red lips. The new warden was a
gorgeous woman who clearly knew how to use her beauty to its maximum effect.
But, whatever her appearance, her reputation as a strict disciplinarian and a
highly effective administrator had preceded her and her new staff quickly
recovered from their initial dismay.
In truth, Maria’s appearance was not a complete surprise to the people greeting
her at the doors of the administration building. They had access to the
internet, of course, and they had found out what they could about their new
warden from the moment it became clear that she would be taking over. But they
had not been prepared for the full impact of meeting this intimidating woman in
person. While all of the staff was taken with Maria’s beauty, the power of her
presence alleviated their many doubts about her ability to bring change to the
prison.
Introductions were made all around. The officious man who had opened the door to
her car was Mr. Nelson. He was in his early 50s, married with children. He had
been at McBride for the past two years, which made him a veteran in an
institution with a very high staff turnover rate. He was to be Maria’s second in
command, the assistant warden, the person who would help acquaint her with the
prison and its unique difficulties. Maria was also introduced to the head guard,
a matronly, hard-bitten woman named Mrs. Barker. The prison doctor, a young
woman named Dr. Martinique, was also on hand, as were a few other
representatives of the various groups working at the facility.
Once the introductions were made, Maria turned to Mr. Nelson. “Mr. Nelson,” she
said, “I’d like to start work immediately. Let’s go to my office and you can
give me your brief on the situation here. I’ll do the tour and meet the
prisoners later today.”
Nelson showed Maria to her office, a large and well-appointed room on the 10th
floor of the administration building, in the most secure part of the facility.
Maria placed her briefcase on the desk and pulled off her suit jacket. From the
plate-glass window of her office, Maria looked out on the rest of the prison. It
had both medium and maximum security components. Many prisoners lived in motel
and cabin-like dormitories. The more hardcore criminals lived in an enclosed
facility, which included rarely-used solitary confinement cells. The problems of
McBride Penitentiary were focused in the maximum-security facility.
Nelson sat across from her and, over the next 30 minutes, gave her a status
report on the prison. The long and short of it was that, over the previous four
years, McBride had become a much more difficult prison to run. Strangely,
violence between the prisoners had gone down. Unfortunately, violence towards
the guards and other symbols of authority had become more frequent. The problem
had deteriorated to the point where, in the eyes of many, the prisoners were
running the prison for themselves. There were many areas of the jail where
guards were afraid to go, except in force. This was an extraordinary situation
for any prison, let alone a women’s prison, which were generally less violent
than men’s prisons.
After Nelson’s report, Maria swiveled her chair away for a moment, crossed her
legs and looked out the plate glass window onto the prison yard below. She
paused thoughtfully, her foot fidgeting as she considered the situation. Nelson
watched her carefully, surreptitiously examining her impressive bustline and her
powerful legs. The previous warden had been nothing like this, he thought. He
allowed himself the lascivious thought that coming in to work was going to be a
lot more pleasant with the new warden to look at. But he quickly brought his
thoughts back to the present when Maria turned back to face him, her turquoise
eyes blazing.
“Tell me about Anna Bennan, Mr. Nelson,” the warden said.
Nelson started, realizing exactly how well-informed the new warden was. “Well,
Ms. Jacobs, if you’re asking about Anna then you probably already know a lot
about her.”
“Just what I’ve read in the file. But you give me a full brief.”
“Alright,” the man replied. “Anna came here about five years ago. She was
brought in on assault and murder charges. She had been a biker babe, but that
doesn’t really get at what she was really all about on the outside. She was the
girlfriend to a string of leaders of the Hell’s Angels from the time she was in
her early teens until her mid-20s. Around that time, something happened and she
decided to get out of the life. It looks like one of her old boyfriends didn’t
like her trying to get away and he came after her. She killed him and badly hurt
some of his accomplices. So, she’s a really dangerous woman. She was put in
prison on a fifteen-year second-degree murder charge. She was incarcerated down
South for a while, but she was a really disruptive influence in her old prison,
so she was shipped here. When she arrived, she was 27 and a real handful. She
got involved in brawls and even beat up some of the guards. After a little
while, though, she seemed to decide that the way she was doing things was not
working out. She became a lot smarter. She built herself up her own gang, one
that cuts across all of the usual color and ethnic lines. She has Latinas,
blacks, whites, every group in the prison can fit in with her crowd. For the
first year after she put her gang together, the violence here really spiked. No
one got killed, but a lot of people got hurt as she consolidated her power.
Today, she is the single most powerful prisoner in the place. The other gangs
still exist, but they’ve all worked out truces and they try not to mess with
Anna or her people.”
Maria nodded. “So, is she the source of the current insurrection in the prison?”
Nelson frowned thoughtfully. “Well, it’s hard to say. The thing is, all of the
prisoners have become less deferential to the guards. They keep making demands
and they seem pretty well-organized. They are a lot less likely to turn on each
other. Anna is involved in this, but I’ve never seen any evidence that she is
the source of all the problems or that she is the ringleader. But she does
benefit from a situation where the authorities are weaker. And it is true that
our problems started around the same time that she started getting hers worked
out.”
Maria nodded. “Alright. Let’s go on with the rest of the briefing.”
For the rest of the morning, Maria and Mr. Nelson discussed the prison’s
problems and issues. Anna Bennan was never mentioned again. However, before Mr.
Nelson left for lunch, the new warden gave him an order.
“Mr. Nelson, immediately after lunch, I’d like Anna Bennan brought to my office.
I want to meet with her.”
The vice-warden hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll have her brought here
at 1:30.”
Maria thanked him, and he left. Maria then ordered in a lunch from the prison
cafeteria and got to work. Maria allowed herself a slight, amused smile. She
smiled at the heat that was building between her legs, at the deep throb that
had started in her straining tits. She looked at Anna Bennan’s file one more
time, paying particular attention to the woman’s pictures. She was looking
forward to this meeting.
At 1:30, there was a knock on her office door. As a security measure, the door
locked automatically. Maria pressed a button on her desk; with a buzz, the door
swung open. Mr. Nelson entered, followed by two guards who flanked Anna Bennan.
The prisoner was tightly shackled at her wrists and ankles. She was wearing an
orange prison jumpsuit.
The restraints and the prison-issue uniform could not hide the fact that Anna
Bennan was a very beautiful and voluptuous woman. She was big – just as tall as
Maria – and her impressive tits swelled up beneath the orange cloth of her
jumpsuit. The top three buttons were undone, offering a clear view of her deep
cleavage. Though her breasts were high on her chest, she appeared braless. Her
hair cascaded from her head in long, thick auburn waves. Her eyes were a
startling green, and her lips were red and lush. Despite the hardships of prison
life, it was not difficult to see that this woman was ravishingly beautiful.
Maria easily understood why Anna had been able to maintain her position as queen
bee in a bikers’ gang for so long. Maria also had an inkling of why those bikers
would be reluctant to let Anna go. This was the kind of woman who could easily
become an obsession.
As the small party entered her office, Maria stood up behind the desk, her hands
on her womanly hips and gestured to the guards to place Anna in an armless chair
in front of her desk. Maria was amused to see the look of surprise, quickly
followed by jealousy, that flashed on Anna’s face as the prisoner saw the new
warden for the first time. Maria smiled to herself. That was just the reaction
that she had been hoping to get. Clearly, Anna was used to being the most
beautiful and intimidating woman in the room. Maria was a challenge to that
status.
When Anna was deposited in the chair, Maria addressed the delegation that had
delivered her.
“Thank you, gentleman,” Maria said. “That will be all. Please wait outside. I’d
like to talk to Ms. Bennan alone.”
Mr. Nelson gave her a startled look. “Alone? Warden Jacobs, wouldn’t you like me
to stay?”
“No, Mr. Nelson,” the new warden replied. Maria was gazing steadily at Anna, who
was gazing back. “I would like to see Ms. Bennan by myself. Please wait outside.
I’ll call you when I need you.”
Reluctantly, the assistant warden accompanied the guards out of the large
office. The door locked automatically behind them.
Maria came out from behind her desk to stand in front of the beautiful inmate,
her hands on her hips. The women continued to stare, to take each other’s
measure. Maria let her eyes wander over the prisoner’s lush, voluptuous curves.
She stared down into Anna’s cleavage and compared the other woman’s powerful
tits to her own. Anna’s eyes roamed over the new warden’s impressive, womanly
body. She took in the long, powerfully muscled legs, the bulging tits, and the
perfectly symmetrical, beautiful face. She felt the heat of the warden’s
turquoise eyes. Both women felt the deep tension and powerful attraction
building between them.
“So, Ms. Bennan,” Maria began. “I’m the new warden. My name is Maria Jacobs.”
Anna said nothing, she just maintained her sullen glare.
“You seem to be the most important prisoner at McBride.” Maria smiled. “What
will it take to get your cooperation?”
Anna snorted. “Can you let me out of prison right now?” The auburn-haired woman
had a deep, sexy voice, though it was now tinged with bitterness and sarcasm.
The warden smiled. “No, you will be with us for another ten years or so. But I
can make your stay here a lot more pleasant.”
“Well,” Anna replied dismissively, “ I think that I can take care of that
myself. The reason that you are here is because your people are losing control
of this place. We don’t give you any excuses to lock us down, but we also don’t
respect your authority. That suits me just fine.”
“Hm.” While Anna talked, Maria watched her intently, all of her senses focused
laser-sharp on the beautiful woman before her. Maria was waiting for a
particular feeling, an instinctive reaction in her own body to the woman before
her. Suddenly, it came: a sudden, intense rush of pure sexual arousal. It built
in her pussy and flowed like hot mercury up into her tits, which began to pulse
with tension. Powerful feelings of arousal rippled in her stomach and she barely
suppressed a gasp of pleasure. She had rarely had such an intense reaction to
another woman before, and she was relieved and excited all at once. This was the
first encouraging sign that her plan could work.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that you won’t be more cooperative, Anna,” the warden
said.
Maria removed her glasses and placed them on the desk behind her. Then,
unexpectedly, she reached down and unclipped her mini-skirt, letting it fall to
the ground, revealing the warden’s tiny black thong and the garter belt holding
up her stockings. Maria leaped forward and landed in the prisoner’s lap, her
legs straddling the chair, her thighs pressed around Anna’s hips. Anna’s eyes
widened in shocked surprise, and she grunted with the impact of Maria’s luscious
body with hers. Their heavy tits crushed. Maria noted the look of deep, hungry
lust and excitement that flashed across the prisoner’s beautiful face. Anna
found her hands, shackled in her lap, pinned under the warden’s ass. Maria
seized Anna’s thick hair and pulled back on the prisoner’s head. Anna yelped
with pain and Maria used the opening to instantly seal her mouth to that of the
other woman. She drove her mouth deep, deep into Anna’s mouth, pressing her face
hard into the other woman’s cheeks, her powerful tongue scouring the inside of
the prisoner’s orifice, driving into the other woman’s throat. Anna responded
immediately, instinctively, and, in moments, both women were locked in a
tongue-twisting kiss, their powerful pink probes pushing and struggling, hot
spit flowing within their sealed mouths. The women groaned deep in their throats
as powerful sexual energy coursed from their locked mouths and twisting tongues
and permeated the rest of their bodies. Maria felt her nipples harden into
spikes and push out at the tops of Anna’s exposed breasts. At the same time,
Maria could feel the nubs of Anna’s nipples pushing sharply at her lower
breasts, even through the cloth of her blouse and Anna’s jumpsuit. Between her
legs, she could feel Anna’s shackled hands rubbing and caressing her crotch.
Their breath came rapidly, their hearts pounded, the women groaned like animals
and sucked at each other, their eyes closed in passion as they both enjoyed this
intense sexual encounter. For more than a minute, they stayed sealed in the
kiss, tongues struggling, passionate moans growing more intense, until
overflowing spit and the need for more air forced them to break apart. Even
then, their tongues licked and stroked at each other, before Maria leaned back.
Panting, nose to nose, the two beautiful women regarded each other hungrily,
trails of saliva linking their red lips, until they licked the shared spittle
away. Maria was ecstatic. She saw in Anna’s eyes exactly what she hoped to see;
an Alpha bitch, thoroughly aroused and enflamed and sexually threatened and
stimulated by the challenge before her. Slowly, deliberately, Maria licked
Anna’s face; the prisoner licked back and, for a moment, their tongues pushed
and fought again. Then, the warden pulled back on the prisoner’s hair, using it
to brace herself as she rose out of Anna’s lap. Anna snarled at the intense
pain.
Both women regarded each other, panting, their hearts pounding. Maria had
dampened her thong and she could feel that her nipples had crusted up and
moistened with arousal. She could see Anna’s nipples pushing at the orange
jumper. Again, doing the unexpected, Maria stepped forward, reached down, and
slipped her right hand inside Anna’s jumpsuit. She cupped the prisoner’s naked
left tit. Anna gasped as Maria weighed and squeezed the delectable mass of
thick, heavy flesh. Maria realized that the tit felt as thick, heavy and full as
her own. Maria felt the other woman’s nipple punching into her palm. She
squeezed the sharp nipple like a knob. Anna gasped, her eyes flashing fire. She
could have used her shackled hands to knock Maria’s hand away, but she did not.
Maria slowly released Anna’s tit, her gaze locked to that of the other woman.
She reached down and picked up her mini-skirt where she had discarded it, and
clipped it back on to her hips. Maria retreated to her desk. She folded her arms
across her chest and regarded the prisoner with a cool look of appraisal.
“I think that we understand each other, Anna,” Maria said calmly, ignoring the
raging heat in her loins.
“I think maybe we do, warden,” the other woman said quietly, her voice hungry
and thick with uncontrollable lust.
Maria stepped forward and suddenly clipped Anna smartly across her cheek with an
open-handed slap. Anna had pulled back instinctively, so was saved from the full
impact of the slap, but it still stung viciously.
“You fucking bitch!” Anna gasped, enraged at the assault.
Maria hit the intercom on her desk.
“Mr. Nelson,” she said. “Please come in here, with the guards.” Maria hit the
button to open her office door to the prison contingent. When Nelson and the
guards arrived, she nodded at Anna.
“Ms. Bennan is not being as cooperative as I would like and has said some
regrettable things. She also tried to assault me.” Maria smiled inwardly as she
saw the look of hatred on Anna’s face. “I think she needs to be punished. Please
take her to solitary confinement and leave her there until I tell you to let her
go.”
“You cunt!!,” Anna cried, but she was already being dragged out of the warden’s
office, hauled down to solitary. “You cock-sucking whore!! You’ll pay for
this!!”
Maria smiled smugly as the beautiful prisoner was pulled away. Anna’s cries of
fury cut off abruptly as the door closed.
Mr. Nelson had stayed behind.
“Ma’am, it’s never a good idea to be alone with the prisoners, especially
someone like Ms. Bennan. She’s very powerful and vicious and she’s dangerous
even if she’s shackled.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mr. Nelson,” said the new warden dismissively. “In fact,
I’m ordering you not to worry about it. There are going to be several times when
I will need to meet with various prisoners on an individual basis, in private.
This is part of my method, and you’re just going to have to trust that I know
what I am doing.”
Mr. Nelson seemed about to object, but he stopped. The new warden had been
brought in to work her magic here. He decided to just wait and see how effective
she proved to be. Mr. Nelson excused himself and returned to his other duties.
When she was alone again, Maria paused to check her own body. Sexual power
hummed in every cell. Her thong was now soaked, her pussy lips were wet and
engorged with blood. Her nipples throbbed in time with her heart. She closed her
eyes and remembered the intensity of the kiss she had shared with Anna. She felt
wonderful and her body ached with anticipation. Everything was falling into
place. She shivered. She could hardly wait for the next step.
To be continued