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The IFD Supermax

By: prisonguy



The Arrival:

A long, white sheriff's van, with the initials I.F.D. stenciled on the door pulled into the razor wired compound at the rear of the International Federation of Dominants court house. Two prison guards slid the gate closed behind the van, before walking purposefully over to the driver's side window. The taller of the two guards, a buxom blonde woman glanced through the caged window as she did so, and gave a small, satisfied smirk. She adjusted her tight fitting blue shirt, ran her fingers though her braided blond hair, and smoothed her tight black leather skirt. She did not know why, but five years later, the woman in the van still made her fidgety.

As she came near, the driver rolled down his window to talk to her. She admired Ken as he did so, he was young, well built, and good looking. He was not tall, but his sandy brown hair was cut short-- just the way she liked it. "Hi," she greeted him coyly, "I see that the bitch has arrived for the verdict."

"Yeah, she still seems pretty confident. This morning she threatened to haul me before the tribunal for inappropriate conduct when she gets acquitted. It seems that our van's lack of air conditioning not working might constitute grounds for abuse of a dominant."

Amanda pulled her sunglasses halfway down her nose, and looked at him incredulously. "She thinks that they'll acquit her? They've convicted every other person charged in the case."

Even as she said the words; however, Amanda knew that the mistress might well avoid sharing the fate of her denizens. Every single one of them had declined the opportunity to testify against her, even though it might earn them a lighter sentence. Further, the tribunal had been more than fair in her rulings too-- the result of a very improper private meeting in quarters, if the rumors circulating the courthouse were true.

Ken simply shrugged. Then a throaty voice with a British accent broke in from behind the grill separating the driver from the prisoners, "Get us the hell out of here. This van is an oven."

Pushing her sunglasses back up, Amanda casually strolled to the other side of the van, making a show of swining her baton in a wide circle as she did so. She motioned to her partner Alexis, a statuesque woman with long, black hair, to open the metal door leading into the courthouse. The woman made a show of swaying her hips when walking over and bending over far more than necessary as she unlocked the door, wiggling her perfect ass invitingly. Amanda silently cursed her, knowing that the show was very intentional. Alexis knew how hot that would make her, and that she would have to sweat all day before she was able to act on the impulse. She looked forward to her new assignment as warden of the I.F.D. Supermax. She would be able to have her delicious partner any time that she wanted; in fact, she could have any of the guards or inmates whenever she wanted. The thought put a wide grin on her face.

Ken joined her, and she playfully grabbed his butt cheek as he did so. The male guard had been an exclusive playmate of Amanda's for several months, and she was looking forward to working with him at Stanfield Prison, the new I.F.D. correctional facility, three hundred miles off the coast of California. Amanda beckoned her partner to return as she slid the door open. Alexis walked over quickly, drawing her baton as she did so, she knew that this crew was dangerous.

As soon as the other two guards arrived to back her up, Amanda slid the door open. "O.K., all of you sluts get out of the van," she commanded. 

The first woman to emerge from the van was Rebecca, formerly mistress Rebecca. She was a tall, proud, beautiful woman whose flaxen hair tumbled carelessly about her shoulders. Her large, firm breasts struggled for freedom against the tight, striped, latex prison dress that she wore. As she tried to step down from the van she stumbled, as a result of the shackles on her ankles. Her useless hands were securely handcuffed and attached to a belly chain, preventing her from righting herself. Fortunately for Rebecca, Ken was quick to catch her; far from gratitude the woman let out a surprised gasp as he did so, then glared at him and jerked away. 

Amanda pointed to the yellow line beside the door. "Over there, and wait. If you cause any trouble I'll shove this up your ass," she hefted her nightstick to add emphasis, "and wipe that nasty look off of your face before I have to do it for you."

As Alexis guided the woman toward the indicated spot the next prisoner, mistress Artemis, emerged. She was short; had shoulder length black hair; and nice, firm tits. She too was garbed in a prison dress, which appeared to be at least a couple of sizes too small. Ken reached up, took her by the cuffs, and guided her down. She seemed to have been cowed by her months in captivity, passively allowing herself to be led. He pointed to the wall, and she passively shuffled into place. 

Following Sandy was mistress Dominique, a lush figured, large breasted woman whose whole being seemed to ooze sexuality. Dominique had a broad, pretty face with shoulder length blonde hair. She was shackled like the other two, but was wearing a short leather skirt, a broad black belt, a tight white blouse under a short leather jacket which accentuated her big tits, and thigh high boots that were laced up the sides; she was still wearing her civies, as she had not yet been convicted. Dominique was a switch, spending time as both a domme and a sub, and as such was well acquainted with negotiating her passage while shackled; rather than fighting with the restraints, she surrendered to them-- moving with grace and ease. Thus she pulled her hands away when Ken reached up to help her down, shooting him a vicious look as she did so. Disregarding her protestation, Ken grabbed her forcefully and guided her the her place behind Sandy. Dominique shrugged her arm in a vain attempt to shake his hand off, but he gripped her harder and half dragged her into place. 

Amanda chuckled to herself, but quickly returned her attention to the van as Ken walked back. Mistress Gabrielle was the next woman out. Like Dominique she had not yet been convicted and was wearing her regular clothing. Close fitting leather pants highlighted a tight, well muscled ass, and her large breasts hardly bounced at all beneath her tight shirt, despite her rather obvious lack of a bra. She was six foot two in her heels, which made her the tallest person in the yard. Amanda took a moment to admire the tall bitch; Gabrielle's body was magnificent. Although Amanda knew that the woman was nearly forty, she had trouble believing it. Her skin flawless skin was stretched over a very well muscled frame, and her blond hair framed a gorgeous, angular face. Amanda directed the woman toward the yellow line by quickly swatting her buttocks with her baton. Her action elicited an outraged expression, "You'll pay for that when I'm acquitted." 

Amanda met her challenging glare with one of her own. After a lingering moment, Gabrielle backed down and turned around, waiting to be guided to her place in line. It seemed that she had learned her place after three months in custody. As Ken grabbed her muscular arm and shoved her toward the line, she nevertheless made a mental note to give both her and Dominique special attention, if they were convicted today. 

Mistress Sylvie was the next out. She was a gorgeous woman with curly hair that was a deep, rich brown. Sylvie's tanned skin told Amanda that she had managed to spend more than her share of time in the exercise yard of the I.F.D. jail over her past three months in custody. Like the first two women, she was attired in a small, tight prison dress, which accentuated her sexy curves. Her chains jingled and her body jiggled as she half jumped and half fell out of the prison van. She stumbled, as Rebecca had, but she fell right into Ken's chest. He grabbed her, and attempted to help her to regain her balance, but she nestled into his chest, her eyes taking him in hungrily as she did so. Both hands found their way to the guard's crotch and latched on tightly. Ken adjusted her small, black framed glasses with one hand, and squeezed her buttocks with the other, which elicited a quiet, happy squeal. Amanda chuckled as she looked on, noticing the woman's firm grip of her partner's cock with her shackled hands. "No fraternizing with the inmates," Amanda ordered, although her smile betrayed the lie.

Ken looked properly abashed at that, but Sylvie wore a wicked grin. "You really should search me officer, I could have stolen anything when I bumped you," she said in her sultry voice. Ken pushed her away by the shoulders, and she gave him one last quick squeeze as he did so. 

As he led her away, Amanda had a sudden yearning, "You and Alexis take these whores inside. I need some time to speak to Jacqui alone." 

As the other two gaurds led the inmates inside, Amanda returned her gaze to the van. After long seconds Mistress Jacqueline herself hopped out of the van. She was encased in leather from head to toe, starting with a police style hat, which sat upon shoulder length, flame red hair. Long, black gloves covered her arms from her fingertips to her elbows, and her black leather dress that was cut so low in the bodice, and so high in the skirt that her large tits practically hung out of it and the bottom of her perfectly shaped ass cheeks just peeked out from underneath. As she drank in the thigh high leather boots, Amanda could feel a familiar wetness in her crotch. The woman's scent kindled Amanda's desire even further, she smelled of flowers on a spring day. The other prisoners were all very sexy, but Mistress Jacqueline was sex incarnate. Her carriage was so dignified that Amanda did not even see her shackled hands and feet.

"Hi Jacqui," Amanda began, as she took off her sunglasses and placed them in her breast pocket.

The woman glared at her. "Don't speak to me, bitch. You betrayed me," her voice was musical-- very proper and British, but at the same time dirty, low, and wildly arousing. 

"You were the one that betrayed us. You cheated the Federation out of millions, you're lucky that we were merciful, and didn't decide to turn you over to the police. Then you would be doing federal time."

Jacqui held up her chained hands, "I do not honestly see a great deal of difference. You had so much potential, you could have made millions. Within a couple of years you would have owned the entire compound."

Amanda looked at her greedily before reaching out to take squeeze her tit hard enough to cause pain. " I own you now, and who can put a cash value on that. I was promoted to warden of the I.D.F. Supermax for bringing you in. Rather than playing at being a dominatrix, I get to decide the fate of my charges all day, every day."

Jacqueline's gaze was even, if caustic, and she stood still despite the pain. "Remove your hand, or I promise that you will live to regret it."

"You should know who is in charge by now," Amanda said, knocking off Jacqueline's hat as she did so. Then she forcefully spun her around, pushing her against side of the van as she did so. She started her frisk at the Jacqui's well formed shoulders, quickly working her way down to her bust where her hands lingered. Mistress Jacqueline groaned in pleasure, as she did so, but did not say a word. It had been three long months since the lady had been able to get off, as every prisoner in the I.D.F. jail was forced to spend any unsupervised time in a locking chastity belt. 

Amanda's hands wandered over every inch of the woman's chest and stomach slowly and purposefully. Sometimes she pushed hard, and others she hardly touched her charge, but always the hands were there. She felt something hard in Jacqueline's breast pocket, so she unzipped it. "No," Jacqui moaned as she did so, "it is just my cigar box. Please do not stop."

"You shouldn't have this," Amanda said, "You know the rules. No personal belongings outside of your cell. I'll just keep it. Don't worry, you won't need it where you're going-- you have to work for your smokes there."

She opened the case and examined the small, thin cigars. They too smelled wonderful, specially made Cubans. Mistress Jacqueline looked over her shoulder, her visage twisted into an expression of outrage and desire. "Give it back, or you will be up on charges of theft the moment that I'm acquited," she threatened.

Amanda pushed her back against the van, her own breasts rubbing against Jacqui's back, before stepping back. She slapped the woman's inner thigh with her nightstick. Pain and pleasure mingled into a satisfying mixture in the woman's cry. Amanda rubbed her baton on the woman's erogenous zone for several seconds before running it all of the way up to her pussy. "Spread em bitch," she said in a husky voice.

Jacqui spread her legs as wide as the hobble chain would allow, without any further protest, her legs straining against the steel as she strove to find sexual release. For several seconds her hips gyrated as she fucked the hard, plastic rod. The pace of her breathing quickened, her cuffed hands pulling her short dress up and straining to reach her wet pussy. Soon, her rocking became faster as she was about to cum, but Amanda took the stick away to the surprise of her prisoner. Then she grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, moved her to the open door of the van, and bent her over onto the floor of the van.

Jacqueline glanced over her shoulder, her expression plainly confused and annoyed. Amanda kicked her ankle, again spreading her legs as wide as her chains would allow. She brutally pushed the woman's upper body down with her baton, while lifting her extremely short skirt to reveal her perfectly formed ass and cunt. "What the fuck are you doing?" Jacqueline asked, as her confusion became suspicion.

"Let's just say that I have a suspicious mind," Amanda said, as she set her baton beside the helpless prisoner, "finding contraband makes it incumbent upon me to do a complete cavity search. I would be remiss as a guard to do otherwise."

"No!" she screamed.

Jacqui tried to push her way up, but it was impossible with her hands shackled. She also tried to kick or close her legs, but Amanda forced her own leg between her ankles, while reaching into her utility belt, finding a latex glove, and snapping it on-- all the while using her elbows to keep Jacqueline bent over. The poor woman struggled, but it was to no avail. When Amanda's long finger entered her anus, her head shot back as she howled in pain and indignation. Amanda was undetered; however, probing and prodding. She pumped the whore's ass for several minutes; her poor prisoner howling all the while. Then, much to Amanda's surprise, her fingers brushed against a small object! She never thought that Jacqueline might actually try to smuggle something in, the search had only been to show her who was the boss. 

"Hold still you cunt," Amanda ordered, "I found it."

Amanda pulled the woman's cheeks apart with her left hand, while thrusting two of the fingers of her right hand into her asshole. She pulled out a condom with some sort of drugs in it. Again, mistress Jacqueline tried to push herself up, but Amanda grabbed her neck and forced her down. Amanda slipped off the condom to reveal the cocained inside. She poured it out on the ground. "I can't believe that an intelligent woman like yourself would do something this stupid," she chastised Jacqui, "You had to know that you'd get caught, and you don't even do drugs."

Jacqui did not even turn her head, "It was for one of the judges." 

"Roll over onto your back and spread your legs," Amanda ordered, as one might command a dog.

Jacqui did as she was told, knowing that the drugs were going to weigh heavily against her. Smuggling was a very serious offence in the I.F.D. prison system. Amanda dug deeply into the woman's wet cunt, withdrawing her hand when she found nothing in the cavity. This time there was no sex play, Jacqueline tried gyrating her hips as the fingers went in, but got a slap in the face for it-- Amanda was all business now.

When she was done, Amanda pulled Jacqui to her feet, and sat on the step of the van. She pulled a cigar out of Jacqui's container and lit it. Jacqueline simply stood and glared impotently at her, not even bothering to attempt to pull her skirt down. As she took a deep drag on the cigar, Amanda noticed how wet her own cunt was. Standing up, she grabbed Jacqueline's shoulder with her free hand, and forced her to her knees. Bending over, she exhaled the pungent smelling smoke into her prisoner's face before addressing her, "You are going to pleasure me. If you do an extremely good job, I might forget that I found this. Even if you do get acquited, smuggling drugs into an I.D.F. facility carries a harsh penalty."

Hatred flared in Jacqui's expression, but Amanda paid no attention. She simply unbuttoned her tight shirt, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the pavement. Then she slowly peeled off her panties and sat down in the van's open doorway. Taking one more long drag on the cigar in her right hand, she reached behind the prisoner's head with her left pulling her face into her crotch. "Lick me," she ordered 

Jacqueline's tongue sought out her sex, making her juices flow. She lapped slowly, deliberately-- she was very proficient at giving head, although this was probably the first time that she had done it as a chained up sub. Amanda pulled her hair hard, grinding her pussy into the prisoner's face. "Faster," she panted.

As she came close to finishing, Amanda dropped her cigar, taking a firm, two handed grip on the woman's head, pulling her closer and nearly smothering her in her extasy. Looking down, Amanda saw that the woman's chained hands were furiously rubbing her own hot clit. She pulled Jacqui's head up by her lustrous hair, giving her another hard slap. "I finish. You don't. You know the rules regarding masturbation in my jail Jacqueline," she said.

Without waiting for an answer she forced Jacqui's head back between her legs, and fucked her face, almost instantly having an explosive orgasm. As soon as she finished, Amanda stood, pulling the woman to her feet by her hair. She took her by the left arm and turned her around to face the van. Jacqui started to turn to look at Amanda, but the woman spun her back and shoved her against the van. "Avert your eyes while I dress myself; and don't even think about pulling that skirt down or touching yourself, inmate." 

"You will pay for this. No one does this to me."

Amanda buttoned her shirt and pulled up her skirt, smoothing it as she did so. She casually lit another cigar, "Apparently I just did." The guard puffed on the cigar, admiring Jacqueline's fine form as she relaxed. After several long minutes she rose. Walking over to the prisoner, she put the cigar into her mouth, and placing both hands on the woman's fine ass, she finally pulled her tight skirt down. Retrieving her night stick with her right hand, she lovingly petted the woman's buttocks before pulling her up roughly by the scruff of her neck. Grabbing her by the arm, she led her haughty prisoner toward the open door.

"Let's go, you have a very important appointment."

The IFD Supermax Ch. 02



Jacqueline paced her small cell as she waited for word that the verdict was in. She hardly noticed the cold floor beneath her bare feet, having lost her boots because the guards feared that she might attempt suicide. She had become despondent earlier in the day when she had heard that both Dominique and Gabrielle had been convicted, and had agreed to five years in the I.D.F. Supermax, rather than facing Federal charges. Having lost her pay off to Amanda, she was almost certain that she would share their fate, although the judge would probably throw the book at her considering that she had been in charge of the entire operation. Her contemplation was interrupted by a male voice forcing her back to reality.

"Verdict's in," Ken said, "Come on over to the door Jacqueline. You know the drill."

Jacqueline walked over to the bars, knelt down, and stuck her hands through the meal slot. Within seconds the guard had expertly secured the cuffs around her slender wrists and unlocked the cell door. She did not even chance a glance over her shoulder as the guard entered her cage, her ass and cunt still ached from Amanda's lesson in obeying orders.

She winced at the cold touch of the shackles that Ken locked tightly around her bare ankles, but she did not struggle as he took her arm and hauled her to her feet. He was careful, almost gentle as he slid the belly chain over her hips and secured the cuffs with it. "I'm sorry Jacqui," he began, "I had hoped that things might go better for you."

Jacqui and Ken had been lovers a lifetime ago, and she knew that he still cared for her. Looking levelly into his eyes the mistress smiled, "I have heard that you will be working at the new facility."

"Yes, I will."

"Well then, perhaps things will not be so bad, even though it seems that this time our roles will be reversed."

With that she leaned forward brushing his lips with her own. Ken took her arm in a firm, but gentle grip, guiding her out toward the courtroom.

**********

Jacqueline surveyed the room from the small prisoner's cell between the council's desks. The I.D.F. courtroom looked exactly as one would expect any court to look. Two desks stood before the gallery, one for the prosecution and one for the defence. Three judges, one male and two females, presided over the room from their raised seats. All of the judges looked quite old, as was to be expected as working one's way through the I.D.F. beureaucracy was a slow and tedious process, and these three people were very nearly at the top of that organization.

As she looked up at the three judges, mistress Jacqueline was reminded of her first trip to the principal's office as a little girl. All three looked at her sternly from their seats on the raised dais. Her council had not awaited the verdict, the prisoner stood alone to receive sentence or acquital, as was the custom in the I.D.F. court. For the first time since adolesence she felt tiny as she stood alone in the prisoner's dock awaiting their pronouncement. Breaking protocol, she turned to look at Ken, who was standing guard behind her. He gave her a small, encouraging smile, and she felt as though everything might still be alright. 

The male judge cleared his throat, indicating that he had noticed her breach of protocol. Jacqueline instantly turned back to face her arbiters. She knew that any sign of disrespect would likely be reflected in her sentence when they found her guilty. As she looked at the trio, she hoped that it was her imagination when she noticed that mistress Arya, the woman that she had smuggled the drugs for, looked nearly furious.

The male judge, Gregory Whelan, spoke for the tribunal. "In the matter of withholding dues from the I.D.F. we, the tribunal of justice, find you, Jacqueline Smythe, guilty."

Jacqui was impassive, the verdict was what she suspected given the way that events had unfolded today. She knew that she would now be given the choice. She knew also knew that the choice was really not a choice at all, a U.S. federal penitentiary was not really any sort of alternative. Besides, prisoners at the I.D.F. supermax were allowed to make money by servicing the wealthy clients that came to the island seeking liasons with the prison's population. Indeed, a great deal of money could be made by the prisoners in this fashion.

"Before I sentence you, I will give you a choice Jacqui. You may agree to abide by the decision of this court, or you may opt not to do so. Not doing so will mean that we will turn over all of our evidence to the district attorney, who may or may not decide to indict you for tax fraud. If convicted of the charges that he will likely file you could face up to twenty years in prison."

"I will abide by the verdict sir," Jacqui replied.

"Bailiff, take her the contract." 

Ken brought Jacqui a pen and a contract, sliding it though the bars. She signed the contract without reading it and slid it back to him. As he took the paper back, Ken squeezed her hand and whispered, "I'll be there for you Jacqui."

The guard returned the contract to the judge who quickly perused it. Seeming satisfied that all was in order he returned his attention to the prisoner. "Jacueline Smythe, having found you guilty of cheating the I.D.F. of millions, I hereby sentence you to ten to fifteen years imprisonment at Hansford Reformatory-- the new I.D.F. supermax. You will be transported there tomorrow morning to begin serving your sentence."

The rush of blood to Jacqui's ears was deafening. She had to grasp the bars of the cell to keep from falling. Ten to fifteen! She had expected a harsh sentence, but this was too much. She hardly noticed as Ken entered her cell and guided her out of the courtroom.

**********

Jacqui was awakened when the harsh flourescent light went on in her cell. Pushing the heavy cotton blanket back she noticed that she had slept in her clothing, she was not terribly worried about it though, she assumed that she would not wear the leather dress again for a while. Smoothing her clothing as she got up, she walked over to the small mirror above her sink, and did not like the face that stared back at her. Her hair was disheveled, and her face looked weary. Her sleep had been fitful, and when she had managed to nod off, she had dreamed of the judge's impassive faces as they had delivered the verdict. Splashing cold water on her face made her feel somewhat more awake. 

Before she could even relieve herself, she heard the sound of a nightstick reverberating against metal bars, and heard Alexis's voice, "Up and at 'em ladies. We have a long ride today." 

Sitting in the last cell on the block she had several moments as the guards entered the other cells, preparing the other inmates for transport. Within moments, however, Ken appeared at her cell door hefting a folded inmate uniform, handcuffs, and leg irons. Silently, Jacqui gave thanks to the fact that it was not Amanda or her little bitch; at least Ken would treat her with some of the respect that she deserved. As she met his gaze, however, she could see compassion etched in his expression. Suddenly she felt nearly overcome with shame and she silently cursed him. She was used to awe, respect, and a certain measure of fear from most men-- pity was not something that she wanted. 

"I need to take you to the strip cell Jacqui, every new convict has to have a mandatory cavity search," the guard said, "and then you have to shower and get provisioned. You have to hurry because we don't have a lot of time. Come on here, turn around, and put your hands through the meal slot."

The former mistress did as she was directed. Before she knew it, steel bands encircled her wrists, locking her hands in front of her. The guard then asked her to step back. Wordlessly, he entered her cell, moved behind her, and slid the belly chain around waist. She could feel the sexual tension as his fingers moved across her belly and under her breasts, and hoped that he would take advantage of her helplessness. Suddenly, he pushed gently down on her shoulders, "Kneel Jacqui," he commanded, "I need to shackle your ankles."

She complied without any cross words, and helped her to her feet after he chained her up. He then locked a heavy metal collar around her neck, which was attached to a three foot lead chain. She felt a pang of disappointment as he took her leash and guided her toward the cell door, she had hoped that he might satisfy some of her bottled up cravings, but that did not seem likely to be the case. Just before he reached the hallway, however, he spun her to face him and kissed her long and deeply. Her hands strained against their bonds as his tongue explored her mouth. She was so turned on that she could feel the wetness between her legs. Hoping for more she pressed her body against his and rutted against his leg like a bitch in heat.

The sound of a woman clearing her throat and some giggling interrupted what seemed like a promising beginning, and Ken pushed her away. He turned her to face the cell door where Alexis stood at the end of a line of five gorgeous women, all of whom had been members of Jacqui's group and all of whom were now on their way to the I.D.F. supermax. The women were restrained in the same fashion as Jacqui and their heavy, locked collars tethered them together. The three women at the front of the line wore the horizontally striped latex dresses that were standard issue in the I.D.F. women's jail, while the two at the end, Dominique and Gabrielle still wore their sexy civies. Ken guided his charge to the end of the line and locked her collar in place. 

"I guess that we've pulled cavity search duties today," said Alexis, grinning from ear to ear. "We had better hurry up and get these whores down to the strip cell, Amanda will be pissed if we don't make it to the men's jail on time."

Ken nodded, "You might as well take point, I'll bring up the rear."

"You always were an ass man," she chuckled. 

Alexis made her way to the front of the line and grasped Rebecca's short lead chain. "Let's move you bitches, we don't have all day!" she barked in a voice that made Jacqui wince. Jacqui had known the woman for a long time and was quite certain that she did not want to be on her bad side. Alexis was a true sadist, and enjoyed nothing more than torturing helpless people-- almost nothing anyways. Ken on the other hand was quite a bit softer, he enjoyed playing roles, but he did not really like hurting people. The thought made Jacqui wonder if he had not gotten himself into more than he had bargained for when he took a job at the new prison.

It was a long walk to the strip cell through the cold cellblocks, especially with her ankles shackled and wearing thigh high boots with five inch heels. She struggled along without falling, however, and before long they came to a ten foot by ten foot cinderblock cell with a heavy steel mesh door. "If you search Jacqueline, Dominique, and Gabrielle, I will get the rest showered," Alexis said, "Your group can use the shower unit after us, and that way we will be able to get over to the male jail on time to pick up Amanda and the other new meat."

Jaqueline turned to face Ken and whispered, "I was hoping that you would take the time to search me thoroughly, one on one," seeing his enthusiasm she purred, "You know that Amanada found contraband on me yesterday."

"Sorry inmate, we have procedures to follow," he raised his voice so that all of the women could hear, "When Alexis unshackles your necks I want all three of you bitches turn and face the wall."

Alexis unlocked the chains that bound the collars of three prisoners who still required a stripsearch, and passed the lead chains to Ken who guided them into the large cell. Once all of them had entered the cage, Alexis slammed the barred door shut behind them. "All three of you face the wall," Ken ordered them. 

Jacqui complied immediately, but Gabrielle and Dominque faced their guard defiantly. "You have no right to search a mistress," protested Dominique, "No male has the right to put their hands on a dominant female unless she approves."

Ken grabbed her arm and turned her around roughly, pushing her nose into the wall as he brought his nightstick down solidly across her round buttocks. The poor woman's scream intermingled a curious blend of anguish, pain, and shock-- she had obviously never been treated in such a manner before. Jacqueline had some trouble stifling her laughter. She never really had liked Dominique, and she enjoyed it when Ken taught her impudent colleague the lesson that Amanda had taught her the day before. To add emphasis to the point Ken leaned over and in a low, dangerous voice informed her, "As of yesterday you are no longer a dominant. You pigs have no rights that I do not see fit to grant you, and anything that I grant you will be earned. Just to make sure that you get my point, I am going to cavity search you first, and you are going to do exactly as I say. Before I make you strip though, I am going to thoroughly frisk you to see to it that you are not carrying any dangerous objects hidden in your clothing. Understand?"

Tears born of pain and frustration flowed down Dominique's cheeks as she nodded. Jacqui thought that perhaps she had underestimated Ken when she had assessed him earlier, he did seem to be enjoying his role as a genuine authority figure. After he unlocked her handcuffs, pushed her against the wall, and shoved her so that she put her hands out to brace herself as much as to do what was expected of her. "Spread 'em wide you cunt," he ordered.

Dominique spread her legs as wide as her shackles allowed. Turning her head ever so slightly, Jacqueline watched the pat down intently-- finding that the scene turned her on more than a little bit. First the guard ran his hands though her thick hair, then down her neck to her shoulders. His hands gently squeezed her shoulders before sliding down her torso, ever so slowly and sensually. Then he gently reached under her jacket and lingered on her stomach before reaching up to cup her breasts. As he squeezed her breasts, he pulled the woman closer to himself. Dominique's moan betrayed her desire and left Jacqueline literally dripping wet. Ken gave her tits a quick squeeze before moving on over her tight waist and ass, finally running his hands gently ran down her slender legs. Then the guard turned the inmate around and said, "open your mouth Dom."

Dominique did so and Ken reached inside with two fingers. He fished around for any contraband and, finding none, he withdrew his digits. Grabbing Dominique behind the head, he pulled her forward and locked lips with her. The way that he stuck his tongue down her throat left no questions about contraband being hidden in that cavity. As he pulled his head back, Dominique's lingering, pleading gaze invited him to continue, but he did not. Instead he gently turned her to face the wall and stepped back.

"Time to show me the goods inmate," he ordered instead. 

Ken bent over and unlocked Dominque's shackles and took a step back. Jacqui watched out of the corner of her eye as Dominique began to turn to face her captor, but he firmly grabbed her shoulders and spun her to face the wall. "Don't face me unless I tell you to inmate," he said as he did so.

Jacqui could see the stark terror on the other dominatrix's face as she reached behind her back and unzipped her leather skirt. She slid it down, revealing her shapely ass, which was covered only by the slightest of thongs. Almost immediately her long boots, her leather jacket, and her blouse joined the skirt on the floor. Stripped down to her black bra and panties, she placed her palms back against the wall, certain of what she would have to do next, but obviously hoping to avoid it. Her eyes, suddenly doelike, wandered to her captor, imploring him not to make her do what she knew must come next. His expression did not change though.

"There are no private parts in here inmate," Ken's voice was loud and full of authority now, "Take it all off! Now!"

With only a little hesitation, the proud prisoner reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, releasing her tits from their prison. Jacqueline noticed that Ken's gaze naturally dropped to her magnificent breasts, which were large, well proportioned, firm, and had no tan lines. Strangely, she felt jealous as his hungry gaze devoured the other woman, it was a feeling that she had not often felt before, and did not really relish. Dominique made no move to remove her panties, however, and Jacqui found herself eagerly anticipating seeing the hot bitches' cunt. 

Ken spoke up, "We don't have all day. If you don't move it there will be consequences. Take off your panties and resume your position against the wall-- hands behind your head, fingers laced together."

Dominique quickly complied, realizing now that Ken was well within his rights to punish her at any time and in any way that he chose. If she had been allowed to move her hands, Dominique would have reached up to wipe the drool from her face, but as it was it ran down her cheek and vanished between her breasts. 

Ken stepped up behind the former dom and quickly and expertly pulled her wrists firmly behind her back, locking them together before fastening the leg irons around her slender ankles. Then he ran his fingers through her hair once again, all pretense that he was still checking for contraband disappearing as he turned her head slightly and stuck his tongue into her hungry mouth.

As he searched her, he pulled ass toward him, allowing her cuffed hands to grab his swollen crotch. Dominique's reaction, grabbing and squeezing his cock demonstrated to Jacqui that, to her surprise, the were both very much enjoying this-- she had never really liked Ken before, but several months in a chastity belt seemed to have rectified that. After satisfying himself that Dominique was not hiding anything in her hair, his hands moved on to her shoulders and chest. He lifted each tit, checking for packages that could be taped underneath. Her breathing became somewhat ragged as his hands explored every hidden nook and cranny of her body. 

As he finished checking her tits and stomach he took a step back. "Just hold still, Dominique," he told her, "This next part is bound to be a little uncomfortable, but at least it won't be the first time."

Not daring to look back, but hearing the snap of the glove, Jacqui could see Dominique's firm ass tense. They had all been cavity searched on a daily basis at the I.D.F. jail, but Jacqui thought that none of them would ever enjoy it, at least she had believed that until Amanda had intimately searched her the day before, and even that experience had not ended positively. "Spread your legs wider Dominique and loosen up your cheeks, I really don't want to hurt you."

The other woman reluctantly complied with the order, spreading her ankles as much as the hobble chain allowed. Ken's fingers entered her cunt first, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath and a slight moan on her part. She noticed immediately that the finger slid in with surprising ease-- she knew what that meant, as did everyone else in the room. 

"You're really wet Dom. You must be starting to like this," he said in a nearly conversational tone.

Jacqui could tell that the other mistress was biting back a sharp retort, but the other woman gyrated her hips none the less. Ken allowed her to enjoy the ride on his fingers for several seconds before removing them and wiping them on her ass cheeks. "Grab your cheeks and spread them Dominique," the guard ordered. 

The prisoner complied as best she could, even though her hands were cuffed behind her back. As soon as her cheeks were spread, Ken pushed his finger up her ass with no ceremony. Dominique moaned loudly as he did so-- ass play had always turned the woman on Amanda mused. Ken probed her quite thoroughly before withdrawing his finger and pushing her firmly back into the wall.