Fingered in Jail: A New Inmate's Welcome
The steel door slams shut, echoing the inmate's racing heart. The guard, a towering figure in her uniform, leans against the door, blocking any chance of escape. "You're mine now," she says, her voice a low rumble. She steps closer, her hand reaching out to grab the inmate's chin, tilting her head up. "You're new, aren't you? I can tell." Her thumb traces the inmate's lip, pushing in slightly, before she pulls her hand away, leaving the inmate bereft. The guard's hands then move to her own belt, unbuckling it slowly, her eyes never leaving the inmate's. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of." She pushes the inmate against the wall, her hands finding their way between the inmate's legs, fingers pushing aside fabric to find her warmth. "Jail isn't so bad, once you learn to enjoy the company."