Her cell

Rachel was being kept in solitary confinement in maximum security. This was part punishment for assaulting a police officer, part standard procedure for any prisoners whose celebrity would make them a target among the general population. At least, that's what the guard told me as he led me to her cell.

We got to a nondescript door. There weren't metal bars - a shame, those were hot - and the only way to see into the cell was a small flap at the bottom of the door for meals to be slid in. The guard got out his keys and undid three locks, leaving a heavy bolt across the door. He handed me two pairs of handcuffs.

"We've already got her handcuffed, but she could be very dangerous, so be careful in there. If you think she might pose you a threat then cuff her to the bed, use any **** necessary to defend yourself, and call for help. I'll check on you in two hours."

I took the handcuffs off him. He slid the bolt across and pushed the door open. I stepped in, and he quickly shut the door behind me. I heard the keys scramble in the lock, keeping us in.

The cell was remarkably sparse. There was a single bed, a toilet, and a small drain. Other than that, it was bare. Rachel stood in the far corner, her hands cuffed in front of her.

"I'm glad you came," she said, smiling. "You're the best fuck I ever had. I can't wait to have you inside me again".

She wasn't in an orange jumpsuit like I expected - that was folded at the end of the bed - but just in a white bra and panties, probably provided by the prison. I walked over to her. She held up her cuffed hands and I kissed her deeply on the lips. She fell backwards onto the bed and I landed on top of her.

"Fuck me," she said. I unclipped her bra and threw it on the floor. I squeezed her tits and felt her nipples harden at my touch. Then I pushed her panties down her smooth legs. I threw off my own clothes, ready to fuck her brains out.