Welcome to Prison, Ladies (Open For All)

[bankbabe13]

Gyrating my hips to meet his thrusts, i see the warden’s eyes widen a bit as I can tell, even though he tries to hide it, he ia impressed with my stamina. Advantage i gave being all of 22 I guess. I gag a bit with his hand on my slim throat to keep my long skender body by him as he bounces me, even with my 40” long legs reaching the floor, the warden’s thrust nearly lift me up off tip toes. I cum hard one last time as i slump forward into him.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia's eyes stared into the camera lens, turning slightly to show her breasts, the hard nipples pressing against her tank top.

"My name is Tricia Wells. I'm serving five years for a crime I didn't commit, and now these assholes want me to fight or fuck for your entertainment. Well, i"m sick of this shit and I'm not going to take it anymore. Share this with everyone and let them know what they're subjecting women to here."

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia rolled her eyes. "I don't want to be famous, I don't want any part of this sick game. You understand that, right?"

 

[bankbabe13]

After i cleaned up and redressed my mind raced with what just happened part of me embarrassed that i acted in that manner as the other half was thinking, although unorthodox it was a way to get a good ally in this corrupt prison which may help my cases. After a cup of coffee in the cafeteria to finish unwinding i am headed to the conference room to go over case files when my phone goes off. Itvis amessage from.... that reads.....

 

[bankbabe13]

OOC Shameless bump. Need more players lol. Make thread more lively

 

[bankbabe13]

After fixing my dress, hair and makeup, i head to conference room 3. I enter and in my usual bubbly tone I introduce myself, “ Hello i am assistant DA Kimberly Cumstrom, here to sort out of prison and prisoner issues that have come about, here to help abd you are?” As i await a response i kind of snobbishly half listen as i scroll through phone.

 

[bankbabe13]

“What do you mean price?? I am hete to talk about potential corruption in this prison and just trying to get stories straight. Here to help justice get served, whichever side that falls on. Maybe it will help. What “info” do you have Miss Mercer” i ask awaiting a reply from her or yourself.

 

[bankbabe13]

Raising an eybrow at that last comment. I just chuckle snd snobbishly say “ sorry don’t play like that honey. Now if you give honest anders the my questons, I may be able to help you and try to bridge a gap so that prisoner and staff can co exist better together, better for all. What do you say?” Takkng notes as i await her answer.

 

[bankbabe13]

Road Dog seems upset by me “spurning” her advances. She asked Drake for some “alone time” to try to convince me that was a good idea. “Cant leave you too alone here you know the rules”. Just then he tuens his back and pretends to look at some papers as Road Dog appeoaches me and with a wicked grin says “gotta say miss DA those sure are some pretty buttons on that dress of yours, you can spare one or two right?” I sit there more or less frozen, not sure if she is for real or bluffing to intimidate me.

 

[bankbabe13]

Feeling no way out of this predicament and having to have used “unorthodox”’methods in the past, knowing this room is not accessible by alot so it's fairly private, i say fine give me a sec”. With those words i stand and unbutton my dress the rest of the way and place it on the table. Now clad in just my heels, pink lace boy shorts( always keep a spare pair on me” and matching lacy front hook bra. The sight of ny 5’10 frame dressed like that must have been good since i saw Drake look back at me, trying not to, but eyes nearly popping out of his head, Road Dog as well.

 

[RennyStyle]

(Litshark, this is where you come in)

Tricia wandered into the gym, wrapping her hands as she surveyed the cheap, decaying equipment in the room. She had been in her share of scrapes, but never a bareknuckle boxing match. She wasn't even sure where to begin.

She did a quick warm-up, then found a dangling, dirty punching bag and began to practice with it.

 

[bankbabe13]

Blushing quite a bit but trying to hide it as I sit there in just my lacy underwear and heels. Hoping no one else gets buzzed in to the room. “Yes i have a few friends in the bureau that can peotect her, change her paperwork for better accommodations in return for testimony since it would be for justice and all” I say. Road Dogg seems fixatted in my mile long legs and my perky breasts encased in my bra as she seemingly awaits for Drake to tell her what to do. Hoping this confession is not cohersed in any way but not able to know for sure just yet.

 

[LitShark]

(Litshark, this is where you come in)

Tricia wandered into the gym, wrapping her hands as she surveyed the cheap, decaying equipment in the room. She had been in her share of scrapes, but never a bareknuckle boxing match. She wasn't even sure where to begin.

She did a quick warm-up, then found a dangling, dirty punching bag and began to practice with it.

As he was making his way from the yard to the indoor recreational facilities, Darryl heard the unusual sound of knuckles hitting a heavy bag. The staff had their own gym and the inmates were usually more interested in less conventional ways of keeping fit--or less combative methods at least.

When he peeked in, Darryl was surprised to find Tricia working the bag. She seemed even less the sort to work on her jab than the average inmate.

"You'll never knock anybody out like that," Darryl chuckled, making his way into the gym and meandering around Tricia to hold the bag from the side opposite her, "you'd get that pretty face smashed in a stand-up fight. Why are you trying to practice your punches? You expecting some sort of trouble?"

Though he was half-joking, Darryl still expected an answer.

 

[bankbabe13]

Blushing at my now full exposure clad just in my heels. I see both their eyes light up at my firm perky breasts and my young 22 year old bald pussy. Drake places a hand over my mouth saying “sshh miss DA be nice to Road Dogg. She’ll be nice to you with information”. My breathing picks up from the suddeen sexual tension in the air. Face growing more red as a couple soft moans escaped my lips underneath the hand gag as Road Dogg holds my petite hips in place.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia stepped back. "It's not my idea. That shithead boss of yours recruited me for his stupid foxy boxing sex scheme. It's fight or fuck." Tricia stretched, and Daryl ogled her breasts poking against her sweaty tank top. "Correction, it's fight and fuck, and I'm tired of being the prison bicycle."

 

[bankbabe13]

Eyes wide openas i struggle to no avail. Road Dogg lifts her her head up and slips two fingers into my bald slit, complimenting how smooth and tight it feels. She jokes “bet ya never been on this end of a cavity search huh miss DA barbie doll”. I cannot answer with a mouthul of cock as Road Dogg grabs my perky boobs with her free hand. “When you done with her mouth she mine for a few”. Then....

 

[bankbabe13]

I cannot scream as it is just muffled into Road Dogg’s pussy. Drake comments on my young, being all of 22, tight bald pussy as he watches his hard member disappear then reappear then disappear inside me again several times. My phone goes off with a text with my next meeting, happening in about 30 minutes from now. Road Dogg sees it and....

 

[bankbabe13]

My lower half writhes in wave after wave of orgasm. Road Dogg keeps me muffled to draw no further attention to our area. Jokingly Drake takes the phone and says “better get going miss DA. Got some meetings in a bit by those voice mails”. Breathing hard trying to compose myself so cannot really answer, Road Dogg says “ive earned” some insider info as they both let me up and leave like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

 

[bankbabe13]

Bump bump. Need more consistent players/writers please

 

[RennyStyle]

Bumping as well. Feel free to create a character and join in, we can start a new story.

 

[RennyStyle]

Two guards trailed Tricia, forcing her to make her way through the chain-link passage to the arena. The crowd on either side cheered as she marched towards the ring. She faced forward, refusing to acknowledge them. Her slaves were waiting for her, she didn't abuse them like Road Dogg did, but hoped they would fight on her behalf just as hard. A spotlight followed her as she approached the ring and stepped to the center, where Road Dogg and John were both waiting for her.

 

[bankbabe13]

I stand there in shock that this stuff is even allowed and beginning to see how corrupt this prison is and to right that ship will be a daunting challenge. However me being the somewhat stubborn, over ambitious, just out of law school type i see my self doing that. The previous encounters with the guards and Road Dogg should of made me run but i kow i have to tough it out and do unorthodox methods for the proper insider information. I flash the warden a dirty quizzical look as he slaps my ass and asks my opinion.

I ask him “ how are these matches ok? Have you ever gotten into trouble for these, you know prisoners mentioning them upon their release?”

I stand next to him and Drake in my button down lavender dress and heels, getting looks from other prisoners that think I may be in on this stuff when in reality I am there to help them. Just then Drake “suggests” I become a special guest referee for a few matches.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia pulled away from Road Dogg as her sleeve tore away. The audience cheered as Road Dogg scored her first point. Tricia tried to get her bearings, but her other sleeve was immediately torn off by another slave who had snuck up behind her. Tricia turned and pushed the slave away, then sprinted to the side.

"I thought you had my back!" Tricia called to her slaves. One shrugged, the other looked away.

Now sleeveless, Tricia lunged forward and tried to knock Road Dogg down. The weight difference was too much, she would up pulling the black woman's pants down. She ripped the orange fabric away, and when Road Dogg tried to attack, one of Tricia's slaves tried to hold the woman back.

 

[RennyStyle]

The crowd roared as Tricia's top was ripped from her. Beneath the uniform, Tricia's breasts were cupped in white lace. She had been dressed in expensive white lingerie by the guards before being thrust into the ring.

Drake knew Tricia wouldn't last long in this round, and he wanted to draw out her fear and humiliation as long as possible.

Road Dogg was about to make another move on Tricia to rip off her bra, but Tricia yanked hard to one side, putting one of the slaves between her and the woman. The surprise was enough for her to wrench her arm free.

 

[bankbabe13]

Clad now in just a pair of pink lace boy short panties and my strappy heels, I do not move at first, stunned by getting stripped like that during the match as I was just supposed to be “referree” not twisted entertainment. Silk climbs on my face and forces her pussy to my face. I writhe under her as her sweet juices have no recourse but to find their way to my lips. Another slave comes over and i can hear her say “those look expensive” referring to my boy short panties. “Expensive means poorly made”. With that I, even with Silk straddling my face, hear RRIIPP and a gasp of the crowd as they are torn off to reveal my bald pussy! The Warden comes in playing “peacemaker” pretending hes on my side, pulling Silk off me saying “ shes the ref not in the match Silk”. I am now forced to ref the match naked in just my strppy heels.