My Boss Locked Me Away in Prison

Liz did not go to Abbie that night. The Governor wanted her written report on the day’s events. Even though she had not been there for most of it, the Governor used her authority and made it clear what would happen if she were replaced. That possibility was growing real. Lauren sat at her desk staring at the blank page, her mind drifting to Ashley’s soft tits and the way her lover’s cunt tasted after a long day, slick and dripping with need. She shifted in her chair feeling the wet heat between her thighs, wishing she could slip away and bury her face in Ashley’s pussy instead of typing this damn report.

Locked In Alone

Abbie climbed into bed with the light on and her cell door still unlocked. She lay there waiting for Liz. Suddenly the door shut and locked. The turnkey left her stunned. She hated that sound. Then came the call for lights out. She was in darkness. For the first time in almost ten years she slept without Liz. She mumbled to herself, “We shall see, Governor.” Ashley’s hand slid under the thin blanket, fingers brushing her own soaked pussy as she pictured Lauren’s mouth on her, tongue thrusting deep, making her moan and grind against the mattress until her thighs trembled.

Abigail slept poorly. In the morning she rose still tired. She dressed and waited for the door to unlock. She made her bed with hospital corners and gathered her bathroom items. The cell door opened and swung wide. She was told to step out. For the first time in ages she had to stand in line as they were led to the showers. Many officers would not meet her eyes. Others smiled as if she had been put back in her place. The inmates watched, unsure what was happening. This was the Governor’s way of showing her power. Ashley felt the stares on her ass and tits, wondering if any of them knew how hard Lauren fucked her when they snuck time alone.

Liz stayed busy with small tasks all morning, stuck in her office filing reports. She could not find five spare minutes to see her lover. Her phone rang while she held her morning tea. She liked it black with a spoonful of honey. “Good morning, Vice Governor Montgomery speaking.”

“Good morning, Vice Governor. This is Elsie Reynolds from the Premier’s Office. How are you, Ms. Montgomery?”

Liz caught her breath. She froze for a second. “I’m well, thank you, Ms. Reynolds. How may I help you?”

“I wondered if we could meet today. Just an informal get-together. Old friends catching up.”

Liz flipped through papers on her desk to buy time. “Yes, of course. How does lunch sound?”

“Lunch is perfect. I’ll send a car for you at twelve thirty. My treat.”

“That’s very kind. Twelve thirty works,” Liz said. “Is there anything in particular you want to discuss? Do I need to prepare?”

“No. Your lady friend will most likely come up in passing.”

“My lady friend. You mean my wife, Abigail Lincoln.”

There was a pause. “Your common-law wife,” the woman said slowly. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have it recognized by the government?”

“I’ll see you at lunch, Elizabeth.” The line went dead.

Liz held the phone to her ear and heard the dial tone. Then came another click as a third phone hung up. It meant nothing to her then, but she noticed it. Her mind flashed to Ashley naked, legs spread, begging to be licked until she came hard on Lauren’s tongue.

Shower Tension

Meanwhile Abigail and the level-three inmates marched to the showers. They stripped and stepped into the cubicles. Abbie used her lavender soap and took her time, letting the warm water ease her muscles. The usual morning noise was quieter than normal. She noticed. She kept her back to the wall, watching and listening. She was not worried, but she stayed alert. Water ran down her tits and over her flat stomach, dripping from her trimmed bush as she thought about Lauren’s fingers sliding inside her cunt.

Abigail was not tall. She looked plain, average. She did not exercise but stayed trim on prison food. Rank still carried small privileges even at Arizona Women’s Prison. Bren and Bron had shown her basic defensive moves, though she was far from skilled. She had just turned off the water when a large woman appeared and lunged for her throat. Abbie stepped back. The water made her slippery. The hand slid off. Abbie grabbed the woman’s wrist and twisted. She was not strong, but she had seen enough in ten years to know how to protect herself. The woman screamed. The noise in the showers rose again, loud enough to cover it. Ashley’s heart pounded, her nipples hard from the sudden chill and the rush of adrenaline that always made her pussy clench.

Abbie did not push her away. She pulled her forward instead. The screaming turned to agony. Abbie grabbed the woman’s hair and cracked her head against the wall once, twice, three times, four times. Solid blows. The woman went limp. It was over in under thirty seconds. Ashley stepped back, breathing fast, the scent of blood mixing with soap and the faint musk of her own wet cunt.

Whistles filled the air. Officers rushed in. The older woman lay bleeding, her wrist bent at an odd angle. She was flat on her back, blood in her eyes and mouth. Abigail sat at the far end of the area, wrapped in her bathrobe, calmly drying her hair with a thick towel. Her mind drifted to how Lauren would pin her down later and fuck her senseless with that thick strap-on until she screamed.

When the officers asked what happened, she only shrugged. “She must have slipped.” That was all she said. Ashley kept her voice steady even as her thighs rubbed together, the friction teasing her swollen clit.

This was the first time her morning routine had changed. She did not believe in coincidences. As she was led out, Chrissy, Bren, and Bron were marched in. Their eyes met. Abbie winked. All three faces said the same thing: something was off. Their routines had all been altered. Abbie’s crew stayed busy and separated from her for the rest of the day. She wondered if Lauren was thinking about her pussy right now, fingers buried deep while she worked.

She sat at their usual table for breakfast. No one spoke. It was too quiet. Chrissy broke the silence first. “I told you about that temper.”

Abbie rolled her eyes like a teenager. Her body still hummed from the fight, nipples tight against her shirt, a slow throb building between her legs.

Small groups whispered around the room, but the head table stayed silent. Eyes darted. Every officer carried a truncheon. Everyone was tense. They were finishing their tea when the Governor walked straight to Abigail’s table. She did not lower her voice. “Abigail Lincoln 180965, a word of warning. Your world in here can change at any time. It is at my sole discretion.” She looked around so everyone saw her speaking down to the so-called top dog. Ashley met the stare without flinching, already planning how she would ride Lauren’s face the next time they met.

Abbie lifted her eyes. Her face showed nothing but contempt. The Governor leaned in and whispered, “Don’t forget your appointment this morning.” Then she stood tall and left the room. The threat only made Ashley wetter, her cunt clenching at the danger.

Chrissy asked what everyone was thinking. “What was that about?”

“I flexed after Shelia’s funeral. In front of Liz. This is her payback. She thinks I run the place. She was angry I didn’t tell her about that fat dyke meeting her end.” Abbie looked at Bren. “How are your knuckles?”

Bren touched the swollen joints and winced. They all smiled. Ashley’s thoughts turned filthy, imagining Lauren’s mouth sucking marks onto her inner thighs.

The room noise returned at once. Abbie turned to Bron. “Can you get free this morning?”

Bron’s eyes lit up. Her gaze dropped to Ashley’s chest, clearly picturing the tits hidden beneath the shirt.

“Settle down. I’m seeing that old hag. After what happened earlier, it would be smart to have you nearby.”

Chrissy looked at Bren, then Bron. “I thought the Governor would have backup ready.”

“She will. But with all these coincidences this morning, having Bron close won’t hurt.”

Abbie gave Chrissy a cold look, finished her tea, and stood. Bron stood with her. The officers watched them leave. Abbie half expected to be stopped, but the duty warden only stepped aside. Her pulse raced, already wet at the thought of what might happen in the cell.

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“I need something from my cell,” Abbie said.

Bron nodded and kept walking with her. Inside the cell Abbie opened the toilet cistern and pulled out a sharpened T-bone shank. She tested the grip, closed her fist around the joint, then changed clothes in front of Bron. She stripped to plain bra and underwear, bent over slowly on purpose, then pulled on baggy work pants, a T-shirt, and a short jacket. When she turned, Bron was flushed, breathing hard, eyes fixed on her. Ashley’s ass was on full display, her pussy lips outlined against the thin cotton, and she knew Bron wanted to drop to her knees and lick her right there.

Abbie fitted the shank into her fist again and slipped it into her jacket pocket. With fake innocence she asked, “You all right?”

Bron just nodded and looked away, but her nipples were hard and her breathing ragged with obvious lust.

The walk to the shower area took less than ten minutes. The Governor met them at the door, arms folded. “No babysitters, Lincoln.”

“She is just a friend making sure I don’t get lost, Governor.”

“She stays out here. She won’t be needed.”

The Governor stared at Bron. “Edna is already inside, alone. Get this fixed, Abigail.”

She opened the door and stepped aside. Abigail walked in, fist tight around the shank in her pocket. She heard Edna washing her hands in a cubicle. Abbie sat on a bench where she could see the only entrance. Edna came out drying her hands on her dress and did not slow down. “What’s on your mind, Mr. President?” Ashley’s body stayed coiled, ready for anything, her cunt still throbbing from earlier thoughts of Lauren.

Abbie stayed seated and looked at her coldly. “Why, Eddie? Why fuck up Maya like that?”

Edna stopped and looked down at her. “What makes you think I ordered that? I had no reason. Shelia was a pain, but not worth the trouble. Maya? That was just nasty. She was coming over for a visit. Why ruin her?”

Abbie kept her eyes on Edna’s. “Your people held her down. Your people stuck the knife in Shelia a dozen times. They take your orders, Eddie. Don’t feed me bullshit about being innocent. We have the names. All nine.”

“You might have names, but they weren’t working on my orders.” Edna sat down ten feet away. “And I don’t care if you believe me. But if one more of my girls has an accident, I won’t send an amateur next time.”

Abbie smiled. “So you did send her. And you made sure I was alone.”

Eddie smiled back. “I have screws in my pocket too. It was an easy way to show you I can reach you.”

“The Governor wants this fixed. If you didn’t give the orders for Shelia and Maya, then why did your girls go rogue? Who told them?”

Edna nodded. “I know who we can ask. It won’t be pretty. I’ll give you the names and stop any more accidents.”

“How long do you need to question your crew?”

“Twenty-four hours. I’ll come back with answers.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Abigail said. Back in her cell that night Ashley stripped again, this time for Bron who had followed. She pushed the other woman down, climbed over her face, and rode her tongue hard, grinding her soaked cunt until she came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking, juices dripping down Bron’s chin while she gasped Lauren’s name.