Fresh Meat

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Jake Hansen had been pissed off when they'd transferred him to the women's prison. Said he was too rough with the inmates at Charles, which was fucking bullshit. Those pricks just didn't know when to keep their fucking mouths shut, and after lifting weights all day, they thought they were such badasses, they wanted a piece of Jake.

But after he had knocked out bunch of teeth, broken a few fingers, and cracked one motherfucker's skull, they moved him out. Sent him to the Gastonia State Penitentiary for Women and told him to keep his hands off the females. He hated the Gash. The women mouthed off at him just like the men did, but now he couldn't punch them in their fucking faces.

Most of the other guards were women and some of them were all right. He had fucked most of them, even the married ones. They started calling him Jake the Snake, and he liked that. Prisoners called him that too, even though he had never fucked any of them. Truth is, he hadn't ever wanted to fuck those fat ass dykes with their floppy tits and jacked up teeth.

Sometimes, like today, he had to search and inspect all the new fish, and that was fucking nasty. Nothing like looking at a bunch of old, busted, skanky cunts and assholes right after breakfast. Fuck that. He had tried to trade slots with a couple of the other guards but no luck.

"Fuck me," he said, watching the van with the new prisoners pull into the yard.

 

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The van pulled into the courtyard and parked. The front doors open and the driver and guard stepped out, pulling out their weapons and heading towards the rear hatch. The driver and Jake swapped paperwork while the guard unlocked the hatch and opened it with a loud metallic creak.

Inside was a metal cage with another locked door. He slipped another key in and forced that door open.

"End of the line, everyone out of my van!"

The women in the van stepped out single file, crouching to avoid the low hanging roof. They were all wearing the clothes they were arrested in, and their manacles linked together by a long chain.

In the middle of the row of women was Tricia Wells, a tall woman clad in a business suit and pencil skirt. Her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty face, her skin glistened and a bead of sweat trickled down her cleavage. Her high heels almost tripped on the hard concrete as she struggled to keep up with the other women.

 

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There were eight women in the chain gang, and Jake recognized five of them. Let 'em out, and they'll be right back in. Drugs, usually, or stealing shit to get drugs, or sucking dick for cash to get drugs. They were all either old and busted or well on their way to being old and busted.

Jake blinked twice when he saw the fifth prisoner in the chain. Jesus Christ. Tall, blonde, thin, pretty. Dressed like a business lady. Easily the hottest piece of ass he had seen in four years at the Gash. He looked down at his clipboard:

85911 Wells, Patricia

Well, hello, Wells, Patricia, he thought. You and I are going to get acquainted fast.

He looked at her. She was looking around nervously, her bottom lip quivering like she was about to cry. She was having a hard time walking across the asphalt parking lot in those four-inch heels.

"On the line!" Jake said, and the females shuffled up to the straight yellow line that led into the intake building.

"Welcome to the Gash," he said in a loud voice. "My name is Jake Hansen and I am your intake guard today. For those of you who have never been here before, in just a moment, this door will open, and you will follow this yellow line inside and wait for further instructions. Any questions? All right, let's go."

The yellow line led to a silver building that looked like a warehouse. There was a screech of metal on metal and the entrance to the building, a wide door that looked a little like a garage door, began groan and creak as it slowly opened. The prisoners turned to their left and waited.

Directly behind Wells, Patricia in the chain was a big, fat black prisoner named Esmerelda Jackson, but everyone called her Stove Top. "God damn, look at this bitch here," she said. "Hey blondie, what the fuck you in for, eh? Stealing some panties from the mall?"

Wells, Patricia looked behind her but didn't say anything. In a minute, the eight women began to shuffle along the yellow line toward the intake building.

 

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Tricia continued sweating as the chain gang marched across the blistering hot courtyard. There were murmurs and sounds from the women, but stern looks from the guards and the thumping of batons in hands kept anyone from opening their mouth.

Except for Stove Top. She had eyeballed Tricia the entire ride over from the courthouse, and now she whispered into her ear, stamped her feet behind her, trying to rattle the blonde when the guards weren't paying close attention.

The women passed through the metal door and entered the intake warehouse. Large fans near the ceiling slowly circulated the warm air through the stuffy building. The inmates stopped at the line, without standing at attention.

 

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Jake watched the new fish shuffle into the intake building. Stove Top was mumbling something at Wells Patricia.

"Stove Top, shut the fuck up and get on the line," Jake barked. Stove Top flipped him off, but she did shut the fuck up and get on the line.

These bitches have no idea about me, Jake thought. I would fuck up Stove Top so bad if it wouldn't get me fired.

He cleared his throat. "For those of you who are new here," he said in a loud voice, "the best way to make it in the Gash is to obey one simple rule: do whatever the guards tell you to do. If you obey the guards, you'll be all right in here. You start mouthing off to the guards, bitching about whatever it is you think you shouldn't have to be doing, shit like that, and you will be in a world of pain. Trust me on this. Obey. The. Guards. The rest of it, you'll figure out as you go."

He looked at the eight new inmates. "All right, the guards are going to be unlocking your wrist and ankle cuffs now," pacing back and forth in front of them. "Now you see this long narrow table in front you. On that long, narrow table are eight plastic bins, one for each of you. Once you are unshackled, please remove your clothes and jewelry and place them in the bin directly in front of you. Once you have placed your clothes and jewelry in the bin, please place both of your feet on the yellow line, then lean forward and place both of your hands on the table, one hand on each side of your bin. Remain in that position until you receive other instructions. Do it now."

All of the inmates except Wells Patricia began taking out their earrings and kicking off their shoes. Wells Patricia just stood there, looking around from side to side with a panicked look on her face. After a moment, she looked at him and raised her hand, as if she were in grade school and wanted to be called on.

Jake couldn't help but chuckle. "What the fuck do you want?"

 

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"I think I'm supposed to be somewhere else, sir. I'm not a convict, I'm just awaiting trial."

The others chuckled derisively at her while they stripped.

"I don't understand why I'm being treated like I'm already guilty."

"Guilty of being an insufferable bitch." Stove Top muttered while undressing.

 

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Jake stood there, staring at Wells Patricia while the other seven inmates finished taking off their clothes. One by one, they all assumed the position, feet on the yellow line, hands on the table in front of them.

God damn, this is disgusting, Jake thought. Nothing but floppy tits and fat asses in here.

Jake smiled a fake smile at Wells Patricia, still standing there in her business suit.

"You are so right, ma'am," he said. "You're different from this other riff raff, aren't you? I mean, first of all, you're white, and white girls don't go to prison, do they?"

Stove Top and the other inmates started chuckling.

"I mean, this is all a big misunderstanding, isn't it?" Jake went on. "The fact that they arrested you, and charged you, and sent you here to the Gash, that's all a big mixup. You're just an innocent white girl, ain't you?"

"I'll bet you're not used to undressing in front of other women, and this is all making you a bit... uncomfortable, isn't it?" he said. "I completely understand. Let's see if we can make things better for you. Why don't you step out of line and come over here with me. We will conduct your intake in the privacy of our interview room, right over here, okay?"

"Interview room?" Stove Top said, "What the fuck interview room? I want the interview room too!"

"Shut the FUCK up, Stove Top," Jake spat. "While you're in here this time, why don't you walk your fat ass around the track a few times instead of eating all the mashed potatoes in the whole kitchen?"

"Asshole," Stove Top muttered.

Jake smiled at Wells Patricia again. "Right this way, ma'am," he said, motioning toward a small corner room with one open door. "Process these others," he said to the two female guards on duty with him.

 

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Tricia blushed as she was humiliated in front of the other women. "I only meant," she tried not to stammer, "don't the people waiting for trial get sent someplace different than the ones already convicted?" They don't, but Tricia didn't know that yet. Unable to reach her lawyer, she hadn't been instructed on what the immediate future would hold for her.

She followed Jake's lead and walked into the interview room, a small section made from temporary walls, the ceiling open to the rest of the warehouse. They could still hear the other inmates being processed.

Inside the room was a metal table, with steel chairs on each side with others against one wall. In the corners, mounted cameras watched.

Tricia set her plastic bin down on the metal table as Jake closed the door behind them.

 

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Just before Wells walked into the interview room, Jake flicked a switch on the outside panel, turning off the cameras inside. He'd probably get chewed out for turning the cameras off, but that was a small price to pay.

He followed her into the room, not really paying attention as she was muttering something about being convicted or not. She set down her empty bin on the interview table and looked at him nervously.

"Stand facing the table, please," Jake said in an authoritative voice. "Feet shoulder width apart. Put your hands over your head and lace your fingers behind your head. Do not speak unless spoken to."

In the harsh light of the interview room, Jake had his first chance to get a really good look at Wells Patricia. She reminded him of a porn vid he had seen of a slutty secretary who liked to suck her boss's dick from under his desk. Nice perky tits that pressed out against her blouse as she raised her hands over her head. Looked like a nice skinny little white girl ass under that skirt.

He waited for her to assume the position.

 

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Tricia stood as ordered, keeping her chin raised and focusing on the far wall, trying her best to avoid eye contact as the men in the room milled about. She spread her legs and breathed in, waiting to see what would happen next.

She had stood like this when she was arrested and cuffed, but there was no reason to cuff her now. She was in custody, surrounded by armed guards, and she didn't even have her purse anymore. She didn't have anyplace to hide anything.

What Tricia could not appreciate at the moment is that if she had simply said nothing, right now she would be bent over and coughing. Now, she would be facing a more invasive procedure, and be a bigger target to the other inmates when her intake was finally complete.

 

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Jake closed the door so that he and the inmate were alone in the interview room. Not witnesses meant no squealers.

He stood behind Wells for a moment, then reached around her and grabbed the front of her blouse, ripping it open. Buttons popped off and flew around the room. Next he yanked her bra down around her waist, her breasts popping out into plain view.

Then he walked around in front of her and casually stared at her tits.

"I guess you're not hiding anything in your bra," he said. "But I guess I better make sure."

He reached out and grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them in his powerful hands, pinching her nipples with his fingers. He watched her face as he played with her tits for several long moments.

"These tits are big enough to hide some contraband, Wells," he said as he pawed at them. "Are you sure you're not smuggling anything in these nice big titties?"

 

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Tricia tried hard to retain her composure as her chest was stripped bare and her breasts were manhandled. His hands squeezed and rolled her breasts around, and her nipples stiffened.

"If there was anything in there, you'd feel it." Tricia answered him, trying hard not to bark from pain or show how humiliated she felt.