The guards threw me into my cell without a second look, and the gate behind me slammed shut. The worst had happened. I was a prisoner. I was only seventeen, and I felt my life ending.
I looked up at the tall, powerful, dark-skinned woman in my cell with me. She was very well-built, having cut the sleeves off her prison uniform to show off her tattoos and physique. My first thoughts about her wandered from thinking she was going to kill me to thinking she was the alpha prisoner to thinking...wow, she's pretty sexy. Even for a hardened prisoner, she was a nice-looking lady. Sure, she was built and a very short, spiky hairdo, but she wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. I just hoped I could make my cellmate smile.
I tried to introduce myself to her, but she seemed completely uninterested in what I was telling her for about the first fifteen seconds. I tried the basics - my name's Samantha, I'll be out once this is all cleared up...her facial expression did not change, and she continued to look down at me. She was easily six feet tall and had to have been here for a long time. I was just 5'3", blonde, cute, and didn't even have my ears pierced. I was so straight-laced, and people were surprised I was going to prison.
I was, too - I was innocent. Yes, I was upset that my boyfriend broke up with me for my best friend Tess, but I didn't kill her. I had an airtight alibi that was going to get me out of here. All I needed was a good friend to come tell her story, and I was out. Until then, though, I guess I was just stuck telling my story to a cold woman in a ripped uniform...
Until she spoke for the first time. I remember her first word to me.
'Strip.'
I paused for a second a little confused and scared; this woman was twice my size and very intimidating. She said it again. I slowly undid my top, revealing the red bra I had on underneath. My breasts were nowhere near the size of hers. I was a petite, cute girl from a nice neighborhood who went to a good school and dated nice boys. Granted, my last boyfriend had no idea I was into girls, but no one did. Except Tess.
My pants came off next, and then my bra. I was in just a red thong in front of my cellmate, and she wanted that off, too. I was naked in front of her - extremely scared but every bit as turned on. She was a strong, powerful woman with a hell of a body. I loved looking at her breasts and the massive cleavage her uniform showed. If not for the fact that I was scared to death of her, I would have ripped her clothes off and had passionate prison sex with her right there.
My heart was racing, and I couldn't take my eyes off her perfectly sculpted body. She was sent to me from the roughest part of heaven, my own slice of sweet, sexy prison goddess. I wanted her. I hoped she wanted me. She could do anything she wanted to me. And as I saw her lick her lips, I knew she would.
She ordered me to sit. There was something of a makeshift seat in the cell, and I sat there. She forced my hands behind my back and tied them with my thong; she then used my top to tie my feet to the chair. And then...
She started to strip. Her top came off, revealing a black bra underneath containing the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. They were so big, so round, and so beautiful - I asked her what cup size she was. She responded by rolling up my bra and stuffing it in my mouth. I hoped she would slap me.
The pants came off next, and her legs and ass were nice to look at, too, but I was fixated on those perfect breasts. Since she had such a big, round ass and thighs, her underwear were big enough to work as a blindfold. She tied them around my eyes before I got a look at her bare breasts, but I heard her unfasten her bra. I knew she was naked just as I was. There was so much of my naked cellmate that I wanted to see but knew she wouldn't allow. I was dripping wet. I would have done anything she told me at that point.
She climbed on top of me and straddled me, wrapping her muscular legs around my petite stomach. She fit perfectly, and her big, bouncy breasts were right in my face. She took the bra out and gave me my next order - tongue her breasts until she has an orgasm. I got right to work.
Her nipples tasted like heaven. They felt so firm, so sensitive, and so delicious. I didn't mind being tied to a chair and at my cellmate's mercy at all - I was so lost in lust with the gorgeous prison beauty straddling me that I didn't care what I had to do to make her scream. And making her scream proved to be a challenge, but one that was worth it.
I could feel that I was making her love my tongue. She was shaking and holding on tightly, but she wouldn't moan. She didn't say anything. I wanted to change that. I wanted her to lust for my tongue.
I had her moaning. Each sweet, sensuous breast got time with my mouth. I nibbled on them a bit, sometimes even biting hard. She didn't stop me; she loved it. I licked around her nipples, forcing her to pin my naked body down against hers while she tried to hold back screams. She could barely do it, and her breathing got heavier and more intense. I could sense I was about to push the beauty over the edge. I never wanted anything more.
When she could no longer control herself, she let out a loud, passionate scream heard by all. I heard rumblings among the other prisoners. I even thought I saw a guard watching - might have been the cruel woman who locked me up here. I didn't care. The best breasts in the world were in my mouth, and the best-looking prisoner in the cellblock was at the mercy of my tongue.
I had to be bringing her to orgasm. There was no other way a tough, silent prison veteran would be screaming like a cheap whore. I felt so dirty being pressed down and forced to tongue another woman's sweet, sensuous lust mounds while other prisoners listened and enjoyed the show - but I couldn't get enough. As straight-laced as I had always been, I longed to be a whore. I dreamed of the day I was another woman's bitch. To hell with the outside. This woman was everything I wanted.
She cooled off a bit and took her breasts out of my waiting mouth. I begged for her to put them back, but she wouldn't. She stood up and asked me if I wanted to see her naked body. Hell yes I wanted to see it - sure, she stripped her undies off before she blindfolded me, but I didn't see anything because I was looking at her breasts. But to see her naked, I was told that I had to agree to be her bitch. I served no one but her, and she was the only one I was allowed to look at naked. I had to do everything she said. And most importantly, I had to be her sex slave and do whatever she wanted to me whenever she wanted - even if it meant getting in trouble with the prison authorities. She said no one else was willing to pay that price for a view of her perfect nude body.
I agreed right away to that and even offered to get her name tattooed on me to mark myself as her property. I even offered to let her put cuffs on my wrists and ankles and a collar on my neck so she could chain me up as she pleased. And she almost seemed shocked when I agreed to let her beat my ass and breasts with whatever she wanted any time she felt like it. I was hers. And all I wanted was one glance at her gorgeous naked body. I wanted to see those breasts.
She wanted one more thing - I was to drop my appeal and serve my entire sentence with her. I was looking at forty years to life, and at this point, I was hoping for 'life.' To agree to this and make our lolve binding, I had to go down on my sweet cellmate. She bent me over the bed and spread her luscious legs, and I dived right in. She was absolutely amazing, and I couldn't have been happier to be serving someone else.
Her legs tightened around my head and I tongued her heavenly pussy. She was completely unshaven, unlike me, and I absolutely loved it. I couldn't move my tongue fast enough. I wanted to make her scream just as loud as when I made love to her bouncy, beautiful breasts.
I felt like such a whore going down on a woman I just met, and I felt scared for a moment in knowing that I was about to spend the rest of my life in prison. But at the same time, I was excited; I was the cheap whore I dreamed of being. I was someone's bitch. And it was for real.
As I darted my tongue into and out of my lover's sweet pussy, I remembered the slave contract I had secretly drawn up with Tess. I was going to be her bitch, and I was going to serve her. I loved how cruel she had been every time we sneaked off to be together behind my boyfriend's back. Everyone though I was this sweet, innocent girl, but in my heart, I was a slut. My cellmate's legs were so much more forceful than Tess' legs, even though both were heartless bitches who wouldn't stop until they got a mind-blowing orgasm from the cute blonde who worshipped them.
I didn't know what happened to Tess. I would never hurt a woman I worshipped as much as her, and only one other person knew it - because I worshipped her, too. I thought about my other love, the one that Tess and I threesomed with, and she was nothing compared to the powerful, delicious beauty enslaving me now.
As I tongued my cellmate faster and deeper, I felt my ass on fire and realized that a guard must be whipping me. I didn't mind a bit and loved being degraded. My tongue worked faster as I listened to the stern female guard crack the whip across my ass. She called me all kinds of nasty names, and it didn't seem to matter to either woman that I was just seventeen and innocent. I was in heaven.
My lusty cellmate screamed like never before, even louder and more intensely than when I tongued her magnificent breasts. Even as a worthless slave, I was in control of my lover's passionate orgasm and loved giving it to her. The guard didn't miss a beat with her whip, continuing to punish me and I continued to love it. I didn't care if every female guard and prisoner got to crack that whip across my petite little ass; I wanted it. I wanted to be degraded and turned into the cellblock slut. I would have loced to be put into chains and forced to tongue anyone who demanded it to ecstasy while other cruel ladies punished my ass and petite breasts.
My cellmate released my head from her legs, and the guard stopped whipping me. She then put me into a real pair of cuffs for both my wrists and ankles, and she slid a new blindfold over my eyes before I could get a glimpse of my naked cellmate. I wasn't sure what happened after that, but I was pretty sure the guard went down on my cellmate while I stood and listened to my cellmate's delicious moans. I wasn't the only one to serve the beauty, but I hoped to be her favorite.
I was kept in chains for the rest of the day, and I wasn't allowed to remove my blindfold, but I got to spend the rest of the evening kissing and messing around with my delicious cellmate after the guard left us. She told me a little about herself - her name is Chantel, she's 41, and, like me, she's been in prison since she was a teenager. She's in for life without parole, and she absolutely loves prison. The female guards worship her, and all the male guards left because of her. She also didn't know when I would get to see her naked, but all the other things I promised would come true. I was hers.
I got her name tattooed on my always-visible ass, and have worn thongs and bras as a prison uniform since that day. I've serviced other women, but I have always done so blindfolded, naked, bound, and under Chantel's command. She wakes me up to lick her pussy all the time, and I lovingly do it for her. I've even been punished by the guards for obeying her commands, doing so on purpose when the stern guard who locked me up was on duty just to get my ass paddled.
And I still remember the day I told my former mistress that I dropped my appeal - she was floored until she got a look at Chantel. And then, one year later, I saw her escorted into the cell across from us as the beauty in that cell licked her lips and smiled at Chantel and me...