CHANGED HEAT - PART 2
by JB57
Maria wrapped up her first day by taking a tour of the prison and meeting most
of the staff. She had made a point of reviewing everyone’s files and learning
everyone’s name, so she impressed many of the staff with being able to call them
by name. As part of the tour, she was led into the basement of the main prison
building where the prisoners were kept in solitary confinement. She saw that
every cell was monitored by a video camera. On a screen at the guard’s desk, she
saw Anna sitting on a sturdy cot inside one the cells, her back braced against
the padded wall. The prisoner looked sullen, but Maria understood the secret
cues of body language and she could see that the other woman was also deeply
aroused. Good, Maria thought.
At home that night, Maria reviewed her plans for the next few weeks. However,
her thoughts kept returning to Anna. The gang leader was gorgeous, easily one of
the most beautiful woman Maria had ever encountered. This fact added to the
warden’s delight and her desire to begin the next stage of her plan as soon as
possible.
Before bed, Maria examined her nude body in the full-length mirror in her
bedroom. She was very pleased with what she saw: a tall, gorgeous, well-muscled
blonde goddess, with wide, flaring hips and high, massive, rounded breasts. She
cupped and weighed her tits, comparing their considerable heft with what she had
felt on Anna. She was sure that her tits were every bit as big and dense as
those of the prisoner, but she enjoyed the challenge, the mystery of not knowing
if she could match the other woman. She stroked her thick brown nipples and
groaned with pleasure as they rapidly hardened, jutting out of their
coffee-brown areola. She pressed her pulsing tits together, then moved her hands
down her body, sliding them along her smooth belly, feeling her taut, chiseled
abdominals. She cupped her pussy, running two fingers along the damp slit. Her
cunt was shaved clean, except for a thin, thatched blonde landing strip. She
flexed her vaginal muscles, and watched the thick pussy lips flex and ripple.
Her expert control of her genitals was a necessary skill for a sex-fighter, and
Maria considered herself one of the best.
Nude, she climbed into bed and lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling and
imagining what would soon be happening. Her body was burning with heat and her
tense pussy leaked juices that moistened the valley between her thighs and soon
trickled down to dampen the sheet. The smell of womanly arousal filled the air.
But Maria resisted the almost overwhelming urge to seek orgasmic release. She
wanted to save her sexual energy for the battle that was coming.
As she lay waiting for sleep, resisting the heat burning in her blood, Maria
looked back on her past. From early in her life, she had known that she had
strong bisexual tendencies. While she enjoyed men, other women brought out a
competitive and sexual drive in her that she could not explain. Her first sexual
encounters with women were pleasant but unsatisfying. Then one night, in her
late teens, she got into a vicious catfight with a biker chick at a bar. The
battle was broken up by the bar’s bouncers, but Maria had been shocked and
thrilled to discover that the vicious fight had left her more sexually excited
than she had ever been in her life. What was more, she sensed, with absolute
certainty, that the biker chick felt exactly the same way. Later that same
night, both women contrived to meet again and to settle their differences in
private. Their physical conflict soon became sexual and Maria and her opponent
ended up fucking each other senseless long into the night. It was, to that
point, the most ecstatic and exquisite sexual experience of Maria’s young life.
When, hours later, she finally pulled her beautiful body off of the other
women’s gorgeous young form - her body wet with sweat and pussy juice, her cunt
throbbing with pleasure, her breasts sore but hot with sensation – she knew that
she had awakened a ravenous hunger that could only be satisfied by sexually
dominating other women.
Maria started studying law, but her part-time job as a guard and her interests
in criminology soon took her into corrections. While serving as a guard in a
woman’s prison early in her career, her studies of the women around her led her
to understand how her own personal desires for sexual domination might be used
to advance her career and satisfy her appetites at the same time. Her acute
sensitivity to other people’s sexual desires and moods led her to realize that
many of the criminal women she dealt with – especially many of the most powerful
– expressed their criminality as part of their sexual aggressions. Maria found
herself drawn to these women. Her first sexfight with a prisoner was a secret
affair, where Maria had sensed the sexual attraction and excitement from a
prisoner who had decided to be particularly rude and aggressive towards her.
Maria settled their conflict by taking the other woman to an unused cell and
fucking her brains out. They both understood that what passed between them was
one woman proving her sexual power and superiority over another. She fucked the
prisoner until the other woman collapsed in ecstasy, her exhausted clit soft and
battered. Maria never had another problem with that prisoner again. As she
worked her way up the promotional ladder, her secret ability to sexually
humiliate and control key members of the prisoner population became an important
part of her technique and her success. She needed to keep her activities secret,
and the unwritten rules of sexfighting demanded silence from all those taking
part.
Maria had made a career out of asserting her sexual superiority over other
woman. But she sensed that Anna would be a challenge, even for her. She knew
that Anna was probably the most powerful woman in the prison population.
Humbling her and bringing her onside was essential to her plans for reforming
McBride. And it was fortunate that Anna was the kind of woman who was open to
sexual domination. Maria knew that she was putting a great deal on the line. She
doubted she could recover from the humiliation if Anna proved too powerful for
her to master. But the thrill of the challenge, the incredible pleasure that
could be hers if she conquered Anna’s pussy with her own – these were enough to
drive her on.
The next day, Maria went about the business of familiarizing herself with the
prison and its procedures. She also made a point of checking up on Anna. Not
much had changed. The prisoner was bored, but Maria could also see the signs of
anticipation in the other woman’s posture.
That night, Maria made her move. She could not bear to wait any longer. At
around 11:30 PM, the guard on duty at the solitary confinement facility was
surprised to find the new warden striding into the guard station. The warden was
wearing high heels and a thigh-length coat. Her hair was up in a loose bun.
The guard was a young woman named Virginia Dobbs. She was relatively new and
inexperienced and, earlier that day, had been unexpectedly notified that her
schedule had been changed to put her on the night shift on the solitary wing.
She had no idea that Maria had ordered this done.
“Ma’am,” Virginia greeted Maria. “I’m sorry, Ms. Jacobs, I was not expecting
you.”
“Oh, that’s fine Virginia – it is ‘Virginia’, isn’t it?” – The guard nodded her
assent. “There was no reason to expect me. I am going to get straight to the
point. I am involved in some delicate and secret discussions with Ms. Bennan in
cell five. I am going to go in to see her right now. I need you to keep this to
yourself. I also want you to turn off the surveillance camera in that cell.”
Virginia swallowed. This was all very irregular, and turning off the camera was
strictly forbidden. On the other hand, she knew that the new warden was supposed
to have some special methods that worked to bring prisoners into line, and she
knew that Anna Bennan was a major player in the prison life. Even so, she found
the whole situation very awkward.
“Pardon me, ma’am,” Virginia began, “but I am supposed to leave the cameras on
at all times. Also, do you really want to go into Ms. Bennan’s cell without
support?”
“Yes, Ms. Bennan is expecting me and I am in no danger. As for the cameras –
well, the negotiations are in a difficult stage and Ms. Bennan does not want any
record of her talks with me. I need to guarantee that I can tell her she is not
being recorded.”
Virginia hesitated a moment more, then nodded. It was not her place to question
the warden. She turned to her control panel and turned off the feed from the
cameral for cell five. Then, grabbing her security key card, she led the warden
down the hall to the solitary confinement cells.
They moved quickly, Maria’s stiletto heels tapping a rhythm on the concrete
floor. The cells were sound proof, so no one could hear them coming. They
reached cell five. Before Virginia opened the door, Maria stopped her.
“I will need most of the night to negotiate with Ms. Bennan.” Maria pulled a
cellphone and a card out of her coat pocket. “I will call you when I want to
leave. I have the number for the guard station. Otherwise, we are not to be
disturbed. If there is some reason to contact me, use my cell. Here is the
number.” She gave Virginia a card.
“Yes, ma’am, I understand,” Virginia replied. She swiped the key card and let
the warden into the solitary cell.
Maria crossed the threshold and heard the door swing shut and lock behind her.
Her eyes quickly swept the room. It was a 12 foot by 12 foot cell. The walls and
floors were padded. The center of the room was occupied by a sturdy metal bed,
which was bolted to the floor. Off to the side were a toilet and a sink and, in
an alcove, was a shower. The shower did not possess a curtain or a door – it was
simply a small, open space with the shower nozzle pointing down from the
ceiling. The lights were always on in solitary, but they had been turned down
just slightly to help with sleep. Solitary confinement was still a difficult
punishment, but it was far more humane in the modern era than it had been in the
past.
Maria took the particulars of her surroundings in at a glance. Then she focused
all of her attention on Anna. The moment the guard opened the door, Anna had
awoken, instantly alert. Now, she lay sprawled on the bed, braced up on her
elbows, glaring at the warden over the top of her jutting tits. She was wearing
a cropped white t-shirt which served only to emphasize her voluptuous curves as
it strained against her chest. Her thick nipples were plainly outlined by the
shirt. Her midriff was bare. She was wearing a tiny white thong. Her naked,
beautifully-muscled legs stretched out endlessly from her body.
Anna said nothing. A fire lighted and flared in her eyes. Then, she pushed
herself to a sitting position and, locking eyes with Maria, she reached down,
crossing her hands at the bottom of her shirt, and slowly pulled the battered
garment up her torso. The tight shirt peeled up her beautiful body. It rolled
slowly up her massive tits, compressing the thick flesh, pulling her tits up,
up, catching on her hardening nipples, until her tits finally bounced free as
the shirt went over her head. Anna tossed the t-shirt into the corner of the
cell. She thrust her chest out, giving Maria a moment to examine her magnificent
chest. Maria licked her dry lips, her eyes fixed on the massive mounds filling
her gaze. Anna’s tits were beautiful, perfect and round, high and firm, thick
brown nipples and large brown areola crusting over with tension. Maria could not
tell if the other woman’s tits were bigger than hers, but they certainly rivaled
her own boobs in size and thickness. They were at least an E cup, Maria decided,
the same as hers. God, she could not wait to test herself against this woman.
Anna waited only another moment. Then, she threw herself onto her back on the
bed. She raised her hips and slipped the strap of the thong down her curving
ass, before settling back on the bed, pointing her smooth, muscled legs straight
up at the ceiling, and sliding the tiny garment off. She threw it into the
corner, beside her t-shirt. The auburn-haired beauty was now completely nude.
She sat on the cot with her legs bent at the knee and extended before her, the
soles of her feet firmly on the mattress, her heavy tits pressed into the top of
her thighs. Her breathing had increased noticeably and her eyes were burning
with a raw, wild heat. Her green gaze locked and held with Maria’s turquoise
eyes, both women joined in a complete understanding. Then, Anna spread her legs
wide. Powerful thighs opened and she exposed her thick, pink gash. Her genitals
were shaved clean, except for a thin landing strip running away from the top of
her pussy slit. Maria found her gaze drawn irresistibly to the steaming, juicy
cunt opened before her. As she watched, Anna flexed the muscles around her
vagina, demonstrating her control. Already, her thick cuntlips glistened with
moisture and a thin rivulet of pussy juice ran down from her twat toward her
ass.
“I think that this is what you’ve come for, warden,” the prisoner murmured
seductively. Anna smiled then flexed her hungry pussy again, challenging Maria’s
womanhood.
Maria swallowed, her heart pounding in her ears, her blood boiling with lust,
her pussy so wet that she was sure it would begin leaking down her thighs. Yes,
she thought, that’s exactly what I want. It was time to begin.
To be continued