My Husband, My Jailor (closed for garajd)

[RennyStyle]

Narrow strips of sunlight pierced through dirty windows into a large, sterile concrete and tile room. The concrete was stained, tiles were cracked and missing, the floor was marked with drains.

A long folding table was set up with a line of empty plastic bins, and security cameras mounted high on the walls watched everything. There was a persistent buzz from the sound of lights and air conditioner vents.

There was a loud buzz, and the large metal door slowly pulled itself open, flooding the place with blinding light.

"Get moving, stay on the line and don't say a word.!"

A line of women marched somberly into the room, eyes lowered. They were all wearing manacles, a length of chain connected the disparate collection of ladies together.

The officer bringing them in blew his whistle and the women stopped. Another officer approached and removed their cuffs, collecting the chains while the intake officer observed from behind the table.

Tricia Wells' eyes stayed on her hands when the cuffs were taken from her wrists, she nudged her wedding ring with her thumb, realizing that in moments she would have to surrender it, and all the clothes on her back, to the officer in charge. She knew who the officer was, of course. But it was important that no one else knew, otherwise he would be transferred, or she would become a target by the other inmates. It was pure chance that landed them together here.

 

[garajd]

Standing from behind the table, Jack Browning surveyed the collection of females in front of him, not what you would call ladies by any stretch of the imagination. He knew that most were here for relatively minor offenses . . . accomplices to car theft, armed robbery, home invasion, etc. Heavier offenses . . . murder, etc. cases were handled in the maximum security wing.

To protect himself from any sexual harassment charges, he waved in a couple of female guards . . . almost as tough as he was.

"OK, ladies . . . everything you have on your body goes in the bin with you name on it. Quickly!! This is not the changing room at Wal Mart. Strip!!"

He stepped back at bit as the female guards stepped behind the row of 15 to make sure nothing inappropriate took place . . . and soon all 15 were naked in front of him . . . including prisoner #111744, his wife Tricia, guilty of embezzling $25,000 from her employer . . . and now sentenced to "his" prison.

Signaling to the other guards, the door on the other side of the room opened. "Shower time ladies, and then you will get your new clothes. Move it!"

A couple seemed to think this was a drag and straggled toward the door; before the women guards could respond to their slowness, Jack stepped up and smacked each of them on the ass with his bare hand. "I said move it!!"

 

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Tricia stayed silent as she undressed, the eyes of the guards scanning her and the other women. The new arrivals couldn't help but sneak glances at each other, trying to sum each other up.

Tricia planted her ring in her bin, then removed her heels and set them in. Her husband watched as she stripped her outer layer of clothing off, and the two locked eyes when she was down to her bra and panties. She closed her eyes, unclasped her bra and tossed it into her bin, then slipped her lace panties down to her ankles. Naked, she put them in the bin and closed the lid, and stood straight up, joining the line of women doing the same.

They turned about face at almost the same time and shuffled into the next room. She jumped when she felt the hand slap her ass and stepped more quickly as the line entered the shower room.

It was roomy, but that was more for the benefit of the guards and officers than the prisoners. Though they numbered 15, there were only 10 shower heads mounted on the tile wall. Many of the girls would have to share. Their warm bodies were already uncomfortably close together. The newer girls still tried to cover themselves, while the repeat offenders were more relaxed. Tricia's attention stayed on her husband, and the other guards in the room, and only a single hand over her crotch covered her.

"Okay, hands on the wall and spread your legs. You're going to be searched, then cleaned. Don't make any noise." The woman guard picked out Tricia and four other women, "you two against that wall, Browning has you, my partner and I have the others."

Tricia nodded and planted her hands on the cold wall. The women flanked her on either side, matching her pose and they spread their legs open as wide as they could until their feet touched. The girls glanced at each other as they awaited their searches.

 

[garajd]

This portion of our incoming protocol always reminds me of that middle-school joke:

What's the difference between a group of magicians and a women's track team? One is a cunning array of stunts and the other is a stunning array of cunts!

Since this is the minimum security wing of the prison, we tend to be a little more casual in our assignment of cell mates; subtly pairing up by what we perceive to be sexual preferences of the inmates.

As I step behind the group of five naked bodies in front of me, including Tricia. I know Tricia's preferences; we have had an open marriage. She likes nothing better than a hard cock . . . in her mouth, fucking her hard, or even an occasional probing of her tight ass . . . and yes, even an occasional roll with another woman.

Before the 'open cavity' search, I always step up close behind each inmate so that my warm breath is on her neck, then slide my hands around her sides and cup her breasts. One can tell pretty quickly if they like a man's touch or not. If not, the reaction can also give you a quick sense of whether they are the dominant one in a lesbian situation.

After running my hands over five sets of tits and nipples . . . some getting really hard, others not reacting at all . . . I step back to the table and make a couple of notes on the roster.

Now for the 'fun' part . . . the open cavity exam . . .

We always wear gloves, a new pair for each exam. Instructing each inmate in turn to bend over and grab their ankles, I kneel behind them. The first glance always gives me a hint of their preferences . . . how much moisture is already coating their pussy lips.

Inserting a finger slowly, my exam is probably a little more thorough than necessary to determine if there are any foreign object hidden. I always make sure to run my finger over her clit and judge her reaction to a man's touch there; after a probing motion, or two, I remove my finger and gauge the amount of moisture.

Discarding that glove, I put on a new one, coat my finger with lube and insert a finger, usually the middle one slowly into her ass . . . again, not so much searching for objects, but testing to see her response to an anal probe.

Can't wait until I get to Tricia in my line-up to perform these tests.

Once each girl is "tested", I complete the paper work and instruct her to get in line for the showers. The other two guards spend about as much time on their "testing" as I do. While the girls are showering and getting their clothing, we will compare notes and make the cell assignments.

 

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Crammed so close to the other girls, Tricia wasn't able to see her husband's hands on their bodies, but couldn't escape their reactions when he would molest them. He worked methodically on each one, and Tricia's heart began to race in anticipation. But she still wasn't prepared when she gelt her husband's strong hands squeeze her breasts.

She winced, trying not to react as he pinched her nipples between his fingers, then played with her round bosoms, jiggling them and pulling them slightly. The other prisoners could hear her react and see her body tense up.

His hands left her tits and began slowly making their way down her flush, toned abs towards her crotch. She tensed up, her hands leaving the tile wall briefly until she willed them back into place. Her toes began to curl as the hands made their way to her crotch.

His fingers brushed against her mound, teasing her small strip of hair before leaving. He forced her legs open more, then brought his hand back between her legs and began manipulating her pussy lips. He took his time before slipping his finger in, and when it finally went up, Tricia's head dropped. She gasped and moaned despite herself as her husband finger-fucked her in front of the room. When the hand was removed, she heard the double snap of the latex gloves being replaced and prepared herself. But when her husband pushed two of his fingers inside her at once, she groaned out loud and hit her hands against the tile.

 

[garajd]

Once he reached Tricia, Jack took a deep breath. He knew how much Tricia loved being touched . . . and how much she was going to 'enjoy' this portion of the prison induction process. While he took his time with each girl, and feeling them react to his examination, his exam of Tricia was going to be tough. Both girls before her seemed to give his finger a tight squeeze when he probed their pussy, leaving more than a trace of moisture on his gloved finger. And, while they may not have been used to having their ass probed, they both gave it up easily and pushed back against his finger.

Now for Tricia!! Jack knew that she liked her nipples pinched and her tits caressed and squeezed . . . that always created a heavier flow 'down below'. Once his hand slid over her belly, Tricia started quivering and the soft moans started once his finger slipped inside, followed by a gasp that everyone in the room heard.

The probing of her ass with his gloved finger was not much better; his finger slid in easily, just like his cock did when she gave her ass to him. Tricia probably would have cum if he hadn't pulled his finger out and moved on.

Slapping the next girl on the ass . . . "Spread 'em. This is not play time!"

 

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Tricia shut her eyes as she remained standing, exposed to the room. She concentrated on trying to quell the fire inside of her, she couldn't bear to squirt in front of everyone. If she could make it to the showers, it would blend in with the water and no one would be the wiser.

A few breaths of controlled breathing helped, until she heard the girl on her side begin to moan. Tricia glanced to her side and saw her husband's hands on the naked girl's body, caressing and groping. They all knew where those hands were going, and Tricia pressed her legs together as she anticipated reliving the experience in her mind as the fingers entered the other woman.

 

[garajd]

Jack kept one eye on Tricia as he completed his "examination" of the inmate next to her, and then transferred his attention to the last girl in his assignment. He knew that the ones he had examined and moaned a lot more than those being examined by the female guards . . . except for one or two who enjoyed the female fingers in their pussy.

As he snapped the final pair of gloves off and discarded them, he stood and moved back down the line until he was between Tricia and the girl on her left, Stacy. Leaning in, a hand lightly touching each bare ass, "I think you two will make a great pair of cellmates."

 

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Tricia glanced over at Stacy, the taller, stronger woman gave the blonde a sneer and stayed in position. They were close enough that Tricia could smell the sweat off the woman's skin, and noticed her large, dangling breasts and toned muscles. She could tell that Stacy had been in prison before, and was used to having things her way.

Jack gave Tricia's ass a quick pinch before stepping back. The ladies waited until they were ordered to the next room to shower. Stacy grabbed Tricia's arm roughly, "you're going to help scrub me clean" she hissed.

 

[garajd]

Watching the interaction between Tricia and Stacy, Jack gets the feeling that this is going to be one hell of cellmate combination to keep an eye on. Tricia is still a bit in shock about what is going on in here, but desperately trying to present a picture of control and toughness . . . looks like that might be a bit harder around Stacy.

Having "examined" both women, Jack knew they were both dripping before they even got to the shower . . . and showering with a bunch of other "ladies" would not give them any chance to get to know each other better . . . that would have to come when they finally got to their cell and the doors locked for the night.

As the two entered the shower area, Jack took a deep breath . . . seeing Stacy grab Tricia's arm, he knew that she was trying to exert her authority over Tricia . . . Stacy may be in for a surprise later tonight . . .

Gonna be some fun in that cell block before too long!!

 

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Tricia glared at Jack as she was yanked by the arm into the group shower. Stacy had a firm grip and 2 dozen pounds on the skinny blonde, and pulled her easily into a corner where Tricia wouldn't be able to escape and where they couldn't be easily seen.

Stacy flung Tricia into the corner, then blocked her in with her body. "Like what you see, bitch?" She asked. "Well, you better learn to because you belong to me now, and you do what I saw when I say it."

Stacy smiled, then stepped back into the stream of water and began showering. Tricia took the next closest faucet and began rinsing off herself, while Jack and the other guards kept a watchful eye on them.

 

[garajd]

Watching Stacy force Tricia into the corner of the shower area, Jack could feel a "twitch" between his legs, knowing that Tricia was going to be the "little girl" for Stacey, at least to start with; he knew that eventually Tricia's desires would take over and Stacey would have a real test on her hands to control Tricia . . . .

And, eventually, Jack knew that he would most likely have to insert himself between the two of them . . . and who knows what that will lead to . . . all the more reason for his dick to harden a bit at the prospect of times to come.

 

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Tricia rubbed her sore shoulders, keeping an eye on the tough woman her husband had paired her with. She didn't like the idea of being stuck in a cell with her. Her husband was making the assignments, why couldn't he shake an excuse to get her a private cell? Perhaps it was for the best, to keep anyone from getting suspicious, but a part of her wondered if some part of Jack wasn't secretly enjoying this, toying with his helpless wife this way.

"I still feel dirty," Stacy whispered to her. "Get me clean, bitch."

Stacy grabbed a handful of Tricia's wet, blonde hair and pulled her towards him. "Don't get cute, remember that we'll be spending a lot of time together." She released her and Tricia began soaping and massaging Stacy's back.

 

[garajd]

Watching the shower from where he stands, Jack's dick sends signals to his brain about the two of you under the cascading water . . . thoughts about the two of you sharing the same cell, frequently the same bunk. Stacy is obviously trying to establish her authority over you; Jack knows how well you can handle yourself in any situation . . . this is going to be fun to watch.

After the allotted time for the shower, the water automatically starts to shut down. "OK, ladies . . . get dressed and line up!" As Tricia falls into line in front of Stacy, Jack sees the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

 

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The girls dried off and all quickly grabbed a set of scrubs and toiletries from the waiting table and dressed. Tricia pulled her new uniform on, then held her supplies and stood at attention on the waiting yellow line, with the other inmates filling out the ranks.

 

[garajd]

The outfit Tricia has grabbed is kind of tight . . . her hard nipples filling out the top .. . and her tight ass stretching the bottoms. Stacy's uniform is much looser . . . easier to get on and off, probably the way she likes her clothes. As she lines up behind Tricia, I see her hand resting on Tricia's hip. Not going to let her new toy get too far away.

 

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Tricia felt the firm hand touch her hand and tried not to react. She knew that she would have to get physical with Stacy, sooner rather than later, and opted to do it at a more opportune time. She hadn't been in many fights, but her self defense classes had taught her how to take down a bigger opponent. She just didn't want to call on those skills until she needed to, and ideally when there weren't guards around to interrupt.

 

[garajd]

Tricia seems to have herself well under control as the inmates march off to their sells; Stacy may think that she has a sweet sub to control in the cell. Jack knows better; as soon as Stacy tries to push too hard, Tricia will take her down and let Stacy know that she is the "alpha bitch" in the cell and Stacy will be the one on her knees!! Can't wait for that to happen.

As the hours pass and lights out approaches, Jack takes a stroll up and down the walkway, appearing to look into each cell, but paying particular attention to the Stacy/Tricia cell . . . both gals on their bunks, Stacy already stripped down to bra and panties looking over at Tricia as if she is the target of an attack.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia lay on the lower bunk, her chest rising and falling in her tank top while Stacy watched her. The woman's hand reached down and began rubbing her fingertip against her crotch, teasing her clit and waiting for lights out so she can jump on the blonde.

She squirmed happily, grinding against the hard mattress, and didn't even jump when Jack knocked against the bars for their attention.

Tricia sat up as her husband announced himself, curious about what he was going to say to them.

 

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"OK, ladies, let's calm down. I don't want to have to come back in here the first night and separate the two of you."

Jack knew that no matter what he said, Stacy was going to try to have her way with Tricia. For the time being he was not going to do anything other than voice a warning . . . maybe later, he would physically step in and enforce some discipline. He knew what Tricia would go for . . . and he would find out just what Stacy was really like.

 

[RennyStyle]

Jack disappeared from the window and Tricia lay back down on her bunk. The lights shut off, and Tricia stared into the darkness.

She was still trying to come to terms with the idea that she was in prison. Throughout the whole trial, she had believed that her lawyers would get her off, that they would find some loophole to exploit or convince anyone on the jury to vote in her favor. The possibility that she could be found guilty only occurred to her a few times, and even when it had, she hadn't conceived of the possibility of being locked up in prison. But now she was locked up, and would be in for a long side.

She was lost in thought when she felt Stacy's hand reach over her face and cover her mouth. The brunette had slinked off the bunk and right next to her, and Tricia could feel the woman's breath against her ear.

 

[garajd]

Knowing the cell block as well as he did, Jack could sense when there was something going on, other than cellmates going to sleep. His sixth sense told him that Stacy would try to establish her control over Tricia tonight . . . she wouldn't waste any time showing who was in control.

Jack continued his trip around the block he was on, winding his way back to Stacy and Tricia. He could hear some unusual noises in their cell . . . trying to be quiet and not raise suspicions, but something out of line.

Stepping up to the cell, he saw Stacy in Tricia's lower bunk, trying to force Tricia's face to her bare tits, her top having been removed before dropping in on Tricia. Using his master key, he quickly opened the cell door and pulled Stacy off Tricia and pressed her hard against the cell wall, probably bruising her tits in the process.

Grapping his baton, he forced it between Stacy's thighs . . . rubbing it along her pussy . . . "This what you are looking for, bitch? Seems like you need something to keep you in line.?"

Turning toward Tricia, he rubbed his cock for her to see, "Everything OK in here . . . do I need to lock this bitch up all be herself?"

 

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Stacy glared at the guard holding his baton firmly against her pussy. She wouldn't give this pig the satisfaction.

Catching her breath, Tricia stood up from the bed.

"Princess there was upset," Stacy began to say, "I was just making sure she was okay. Isn't that right?"

Tricia nodded. "She didn't do anything."

Of course Tricia wanted Stacy gone. If she had to be in prison, she didn't want to be stuck with a dominant woman trying to take advantage of her. But if Stacy was removed, Tricia could find herself in the same position with another prisoner. And Stacy would be after her for revenge. She didn't want to risk antagonizing this woman further.

 

[garajd]

Jack looked at Tricia; he knew her well enough to know that she was not happy with what had happened, but also knew that if things escalated, Tricia could take care of herself, and Stacy would regret anything she tried with Tricia.

"OK, I'll leave you two for now, but if I hear one more noise down here tonight, someone is going to solitary, or on her knees in my office. Is that clear?"

 

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The two women nodded, and Jack stepped back from Stacy. The two women kept their eyes on each other as Jack stepped out of the cell and locked them back in. The lights switched off and they waited until he was out of earshot.

"That was a smart move," Stacy whispered to Tricia. "You know what I would have done to you if you had squealed on me?"

"I can imagine." Tricia responded.

Stacy pressed her bare chest against Tricia, "I didn't have time to warn you what would happen if you made me upset, but I think you figured that out for yourself." Her hard nipples brushed against Tricia's tank top.

"That pig did give me an idea, though." Stacy smiled. "I would love to see what you'd look like on your knees. You look like the kind of bitch who's given a lot of head in her time. You better be good at eating pussy if you're going to stay with me."