Submission

After the humiliating cavity search, the icy water of the large gang shower was almost a relief. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the ubiquitous cameras, letting the chilly water ran over her naked body.

"Lemme wash your back, sweet cheeks."

Stephanie stiffened as she felt Luna's beefy fingers. She tried to jerk away, but Luna effortlessly pulled her back and began lathering the shivering newscaster's body.

"Stop your squirming, white girl," Luna sneered. "Remember you still owe Luna a taste of your sweet white milk tonight. And I'll expect you to use that sassy little mouth and sweet tongue on me, too!"

Stephanie cringed, but Luna's grip tightened. "If you fight me, I just might have to brand both those sweet little buns of yours so that everybody knows you my property, white girl." She gave Stephanie's bottom cheek a sharp warning pinch. "But, if you play nice, I can play nice...."

Stephanie looked over at the guards, but they just smiled back at her. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, as Luna slowly worked her thick fingers between the blushing blonde's legs.

Stephanie blushed even more deeply when a grinning male guard deloused her, paying extra attention to hosing down her crotch. The pungent aroma made her eyes water, and the burning, itching spray made her cunt twitch.

Luna was dressed in blue jeans, prison issue underwear and a t-shirt, but Stephanie and the other "new fish" were given a short, sleeveless orange T-shirt dress and flip-flops to wear before being marched off to their cells. Everyone but Stephanie had their privates at least somewhat shielded by their baggy orange underwear, but when Stephanie’s tight dress rode up (as it was designed to do) she revealed everything.

How had Eve known she’d be penalized with no underwear for a week?

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Stephanie lay naked on her bunk and looked unhappily up at the TV cameras on the ceiling. Luna planted a gentle kiss behind Stephanie's ear and ran her fat fingers through the humiliated newscaster's long blonde hair. Luna would protect her from the other cons... so long as Stephanie served her slavishly.

Even as she squirmed under the Latina woman's touch, Stephanie imagined her understudy in the warden's beach house, sleeping her way to an Emmy award. The warden's luxurious bed was doubtlessly more comfortable than the slab that Stephanie lay on. Days of humiliation lay ahead, and Stephanie knew that she’d never be able to avenge herself on Eve. Stephanie had entered the prison undercover knowing it was illegal and could blame only herself for failing to make sure that someone besides Eve was serving as her safety monitor. Telling the guards now would just invite more debasement while they “investigated her claims.” Telling anyone after she got out would just see people laughing at the smarty-pants reporter who stuck her nose out too far and ended up getting her just deserts as a naked sex toy for cons.

She feared that her only future might be a porn career typecast as a helpless prisoner in all kinds of scenarios, and she felt a sudden and unexpected breathless excitement at that prospect.

She blushed again as she imagined Eve, tomorrow morning, watching the tape of Stephanie’s first lesbian “service.” The image of the proud blonde newscaster kneeling between the naked Latina woman's legs was humiliating to Stephanie, to be sure, but she knew that Eve was right.

It would make GREAT television.