Crayford Women's Penitentiary (open)

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This is sort of BDSM/kinky bondage rpg set in a women's prison. Seeking male guards and female prisons for coerced sexual roleplay. Sort of like Caged Heat -esque, which I never watched all the way through, but if you google it, you get the idea.

Welcome to Crayford Women's Penitentiary (CWP), a women's correctional facility tucked away in the rolling hills of suburban Crayford county. However, the idyllic surroundings are in sharp contrast with the harsh realities inmates face behind prison walls. A new crop of fish is arriving today. The hardened veteran inmates wait eagerly to see the fresh meat of CWP, eager to find a submissive new girlfriend and mate to get through the loneliness behind bars. The male prison guards are also eager to see the new arrivees. After all, few jobs afford a man the luxury to be paid to lock women in handcuffs and strip search them. Remember, anything can happen in prison.

LENA:

Lena kept her eyes glued to the floor as the male officer marched her forward. She knew it was better not to argue with authority for now. They had already strip-searched her, issued her a new uniform that clung tightly to her thin and muscular body. Lena knew she didn't belong here. She was a good girl, a smart girl, with potential. If only she had not turned down a date from Luka Michek, a crime boss' son. Her slender, yet curvy frame had always driven men crazy. They were often taken in by her pink, soft lips, and large, healthy curves. Her light skin was tinged with olive, indicative of her Croatian heritage. Her dirty blonde hair was hanging low and loose, framing her face in a messy, yet sexy look.

Sexiness always seemed to get Lena into trouble. Her body was considered a blessing, but so far it had proven a curse. After turning down Luka, Lena was taken into custody, framed for a petty crime she did not commit. Luka had told her to consider this punishment merciful, but Lena knew better.

'Now I have an entire year to regret that mistake' Lena thought miserably. The guard shoved her forward into her cell, her new home for the next year. From the looks of it, she definitely had a cellmate.
 
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Charlie
"Alright, inmate. This is you." Officer Charlie Bryant gave the slender female a shove, directing her inside the cell. "The empty bunk is yours."

The inmate turned to face him, her arms still full of bedding. She was a pretty little thing. She could use a bit more junk in her trunk for his preferences, but she had a dynamite set of tits. Charlie pondered a moment whether they were real or implants.

"Chow is in 45 minutes. Just follow the crowd. I'll leave you to get settled. Just keep your head down and your eyes open till you learn the ropes. Do as you're told and you'll do fine."

He had several inches (and well over a hundred pounds - not all of it muscle) on her, so he leaned down. He tossed her a bright grin that crinkled his eyes. "You run into problems, you ask for me, Officer Bryant."

Charlie tipped an imaginary hat at her and walked away. He was always nice to the newbies, especially the pretty ones. "Good Time Charlie" could definitely be an inmate's best friend. If she made it worth his while, that is. You wanted his help, you showed Charlie a "good time" - that was the rule.

He smiled to himself as he strode down the hall. He had a good feeling about this one. He bet she'd be showing him a good time real soon.
 
Lena shivered at his touch and shifted her bedding in front of her chest. She could feel his crinkled eyes linger on her chest. Men had stared at her like that all her life. Lena had developed early for her age. Her breasts were ample but not oversized, just large enough to drive the men in her neighborhood crazy. Her grandmother frequently reminded her that beauty came natural to Croatians. Lena supposed she should be grateful for her long legs, olive skin and soft pink lips. But all they did was get her into trouble.

Lena was suspicious of Officer Bryant's seemingly helpful guise. Her eyes flickered toward the dull grey bunk bed against the wall. The bottom bunk was covered with a naked mattress but the top bunk looked messy and disheveled. Lena swallowed hard and wondered when her roommate would return. She dumped her bedding on the bottom mattress and brushed her dirty blonde hair out of her face.
 
JIMMY
Jimmy watched from his position in the watchtower as the latest arrivals stepped off the bus , searching for a likely candidate he could use as an outlet for his pent up frustrations. His wife had gone frigid on him in the last six months & he rather suspected she was banging someone else not that he cared that much but he had needs & they just weren't being seen to . He scanned the faces below & saw one looking up at him , he winked & saw a slight smile cross her face. That one ,,,,,, he decided & noted which block she was ushered into & her prison number.
He could easily get himself detailed to that block , the sergeant was quite partial to a bottle of real Scotch & Jimmy could provide that. He would get to work on her when his shift finished in the watchtower.
 
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Orchid

Her file told most of her story. Abusive childhood that continued in two marriages. It might have continued if Orchid hadn't went into a seizure and shot him.in the groin.

Orchid is a native American, she stands 5 foot 7, weighs about 212 pounds, has dark brown eyes, and has long red and black hair. Orchid has a pear shaped body... 38DD breasts, 42 inch waist, 46 at the hip with a nice rounded ass. She also came with a file pertaining to her personality disorder. Patient has personality disorder, tests revealed three distinct personalities. The violent one went as Luna, the obedient one is called Taheya, finally coming back to Orchid. All suffer claustrophobia and recommended never to be placed in isolation and suggested to have one consistent guard to dominate violent personality.

Orchid waited for her processing to be over so she could break from the mask of strength and cry. Since the murder everything has been a blur adding to her confusion. The only positive thing she knows is this will be home for 6 years. Ironically it's her 30th birthday when she'll be released
 
Sophie;

Sophie stepped off the prison bus. The dust and dirt kicked up by the tyres made her blink her pretty green eyes a few times. She looked forward at the prison, grey walls, sharp wire, grey fences. How did she end up here. She was a pretty, delicate looking girl with light olice skin and big green eyes she stood around 5ft7 and weighed about 100 pounds, she never got into trouble but a drunken bar fight with her ex-boyfriend had landed her in this place.

She looked around nervously as the prison guards escorted the girls off the bus, pointing towards the double doors with his baton and the queue slowly moved forward. Her orange jumpsuit hung loosely from her slim frame, revealing taut tanned skin and a white tank top beneath.

Her shiny black hair was tied in a loose pony and trailed down her back, She kept her eyes on the dusty ground.
 
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David "Dutch" Crawford

Dutch watched idly from the edge of the yard as the new arrivals shuffled off the bus. At 56, he was considerably older than most of the men who worked here. He'd seen a lot, but one of the things he never got tired of was the shell-shocked look on the faces of some of the new crop.

Many of the arrivals were hardened, veterans of off-and-on scrapes with the law and the lawless. Those he didn't bother with. It was the ones who looked around nervously and didn't seem to understand how they'd gotten here who interested him. He privately thought of them as "the walking wounded"; they wandered around, not knowing quite what to do, where to go, or even sometimes who they were.

I can tell you what you are, babe he thought as he watched one in particular, a slim young one with long black hair who gazed about as if she had been dropped onto an alien planet--which she had, really. You're meat on the table, just waiting to be served up.

He moved his beefy six-foot 240-lb frame off the fence and strolled innocently in that direction to get a better look. Nice, very nice he thought, feeling himself start to harden. This one would be..****.

But not yet...not yet.
 
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Sophie;

Sophie took a gulp as she arrived at the desk where the inmates had been checking in. She looked up at the butch female prison guard who held a stern expression.

''Name?'' The female questioned.

''Sophie Cole'' Sophie replied, still glancing around.

The guard handed her some clean clothes and pointed her in the direction where the other prisoners were being searched.
 
Dutch

Dutch had just walked into the processing center when Steve called to him. "Hey, Dutch! Take over for me for a minute, willya? I gotta shit."

Lucky he thought as Steve took off down the hall. Sweet Meat was just coming in; she stood in the line to be searched with an armful of clothes and a bewildered look on her face.

More luck he thought; Gina was the female guard doing the searching. He caught Gina's eye and indicated the new girl with his head. Gina knew what he wanted, and nodded back. He would have to lick her pussy extra-good later for this, but they had a long-standing arrangement.

Just as Sweet Meat arrived at the head of the line, Gina glanced over at Dutch and said, "I have to make a phone call. You take this one for me, will you? I'll only be a minute," and walked out of the room.

Dutch gazed at the newbie with dead-pan blue eyes. "Well?" he said. "What are you waiting for? Strip. Now."
 
Sophie;

Sophie seemed a little confused at the comings and goings of the guards, she watched the first guard call to a guard named dutch. Then she watched as the female guard was swapped for a male one, where they allowed to do that?.

With knitted brows she looked at the guard who stared at her, when he spoke she jumped slightly and placed the new clothes down on the side. She turned away from the guard slightly and began unbuttoning her orange jumpsuit, letting it fall to the floor so she was left standing in a tank top and her panties. She cleared her throat slightly and looked at the guard.
 
Lena

Lena turned around suddenly as she heard the cellblock doors clang open. There was a line of new woman walking through the landing. Some of them looked like hardened veterans, and they greeted the inmates' cat calls and whistles with dangerous grins. Lena felt a pang of sympathy as her eyes fell upon a pear-shaped woman with dark hair. She looked sad, but strong, and Lena had to stem the nervous prison stereotypes that ran through her head.

Across the walkway, she could see another young olive skinned girl stripping for an officer. She felt a strange wave of pity and excitement at the sight.

'What is this place doing to me?' She wondered, as she looked away.
 
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Muscle

SAM
A former prisoner, released and hired as a social adjustment officer, sort of a shrink+bouncer.
Sam was 6-4 210 black haired, huge muscled man, who was paralyzed yet immensely strong.
He ran a free counseling program which kept prisoners calm.'
All he asked in return was the opportunity to observe intake for the new fish.
 
Lena

Lena turned around suddenly as she heard the cellblock doors clang open. There was a line of new woman walking through the landing. Some of them looked like hardened veterans, and they greeted the inmates' cat calls and whistles with dangerous grins. Lena felt a pang of sympathy as her eyes fell upon a pear-shaped woman with dark hair. She looked sad, but strong, and Lena had to stem the nervous prison stereotypes that ran through her head.

Across the walkway, she could see another young olive skinned girl stripping for an officer. She felt a strange wave of pity and excitement at the sight.

'What is this place doing to me?' She wondered, as she looked away.


Sophie;

Sophie jumped slightly at the clanging of metal doors, she looked over to the walkway where she could see a female prisoner watching her.
 
gg

Sam wheeled over to sophie She just might make his time here interesting.
He grinned broadly
 
Lena

Lena quickly looked away in shame as the girl caught her eyes. She had always considered herself straight. Especially in her culture, deviating from established sexual normalcy was frowned upon. Yet there was something about this girl that tickled a far away crevice of her heart.

'Stop it, Len' She chastised herself. She had only been in prison for 2 hours, and already the confusion, loneliness, and fear were draining her. At least she was alone in her cell for now, away from the guards' lustful advances and abuses of power. She cast another longing glance toward Sophie and frowned lightly.
 
ordse

"Prisoner 89325, Lena Come here", Barked, Sam the wheelchair bound guard.
"I see you haven't undergone full orientation."
 
Sophie;

Sophie seemed a little confused at the comings and goings of the guards, she watched the first guard call to a guard named dutch. Then she watched as the female guard was swapped for a male one, where they allowed to do that?.

With knitted brows she looked at the guard who stared at her, when he spoke she jumped slightly and placed the new clothes down on the side. She turned away from the guard slightly and began unbuttoning her orange jumpsuit, letting it fall to the floor so she was left standing in a tank top and her panties. She cleared her throat slightly and looked at the guard.

Dutch sighed. He unhurriedly slid his baton from the ring on his belt and with a sudden move gave the new meat a sharp rap between the legs, right on her pussy. It wasn't a hard blow; it wasn't meant to hurt, only to startle and get her attention.

He was gratified to see her eyes widen in shock. "Why are still wearing those, sugar?" he said matter-of-factly. "Don't you understand English? Strip means strip. That means all of it."
 
Sophie;

Sophie let out a yelp as the blunt object had touched her sensitive parts. She blushed as she felt some of the other prisoners looking at her before looking back at the guard. Her heart was pounding and her breath's were heavy, her smooth cheeks were flushed as she hooked her thumbs around the waist band of her panties and tugged them down.

She reached down and pulled the hem of her tank top up and over her head, standing in only her bra now, it was plain and white, surely she wouldnt need to take that off?
 
Dutch

Oh yeah, this one was going to be fun...

With a sudden move he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. Taking the bra strap in both beefy hands, he pulled hard and the clasp broke.

Dropping the two useless ends now he slid his hands forward to grab a handful of tit in each one. Thumb and finger came together on each nipple, and he squeezed. Hard. "You're not a quick learner, are you?" he breathed into her ear as he manhandled her breast-flesh.
 
Lena looked toward the source of the voice, confused. A young, wheelchair bound guard was staring back at her lustfully and authoritatively. Lena folded her arms in front of her chest and glanced briefly toward Sophie before locking her eyes on the guard.

"I just finished intake, sir."

Lena was not in the mood to speak. She watched as Dutch teased Sophie, and felt a pang of guilt in her stomach. Part of her wanted to intervene, to say something.
 
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Sophie;

Sophie let out a loud scream as his rough hands grabbed hold of her pert breasts roughly and pinched her delicate nipples hard. The forcefulness of him grabbing her caused her to stumble forward, pinning her between him at the table.

''Get off me!'' She looked around for someone to help her, another guard, but none seemed interested.
 
Lena

Lena caught Sophie's desperate eyes and could not help herself.

"Stop it!" She called out toward Dutch, and quickly put a hand over her mouth. She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips. Her mouth was always getting her into trouble, but could she could not stand by and watch this. Even as an inmate, she still had rights...
 
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Dutch

He squeezed harder at that, and laughed. "Listen sweet meat," he crooned in her ear as one hand left her boob and dove between her legs from behind. "This is how it works: We say, you obey. End of list."

Taking his other hand from her front, he placed it squarely on her back and pushed her down flat on the table. She was now standing bent over, feet on the floor, face on the table. Dutch knew he could hold her there all day if he wanted; she was too small and too weak to do anything about it.

He hadn't intended to do this this early, but she'd made it so easy...Jesus, he was hard as a brick! He could feel a damp patch forming in his underwear from the precum leaking out of his dick.

"And what I say now is, spread 'em." And he drew his baton again with the other hand and caressed the insides of her thighs with it, urging them apart. "I think I need to do a cavity search on you; you look like a troublemaker."

He glanced over to where the shout had come from. Shit, these twats were soooo dumb...

"Shut the fuck up, cunt," he called back, "or you're next."
 
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Sophie;

Sophie struggled against his roughness and kicked her legs in his direction as he bent her over the table.
 
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