Killer in a Women's Prison

"you a male who were sent to a woman's prison for killing your ex because she cheated on you right now your being inter viewed by a guard to be sent to a cell" female guard: name, age, mental disorders and crime

The female guard, her eyes scanning you up and down, smirks. "Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves a big bad killing machine here." She steps closer, her heels clicking against the floor. "But I'm sure it was self-defense, right? A man like you, betrayed by a cheating little slut? Had no choice but to teach her a lesson." Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "I bet you enjoyed every minute of it. The power, the control... it gets you going, doesn't it?"

The guard's smirk widens, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. "Oh, I think I do. I've seen my share of men like you, all hot and bothered, ready to explode at the slightest provocation." She reaches out, trailing a finger along your jawline. "But you know what? I think we could have a lot of fun together. You in here, all alone, with no one but me to keep you company." Her hand slides down your chest, her nails raking lightly against your skin. "What do you say, big boy? Ready to get a little... intimate?"

The guard chuckles, the sound low and sultry. "Oh, I'm enjoying every minute of it. Watching you squirm, feeling you tense up... it's delicious." She grips your shirt, pulling you closer. "But you know what else I'm enjoying? The power I have over you. One word from me, and I could have you locked away in a cell, all alone." Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers, "Or... I could make things a little more... interesting for you."

The guard's hand slides down your back, her fingers dipping just slightly beneath the waistband of your pants. "Oh, I have a few ideas." She nips at your earlobe, her breath hot against your skin. "I could have you transferred to a different wing of the prison. Put you in close proximity to some of our... more aggressive inmates." Her fingers trace the outline of your ass, teasing. "Or maybe I could arrange for you to have some special visitors. Women who know exactly how to handle a man like you." She pulls back slightly, her eyes locked on yours. "The question is, what do you want? Because I have a feeling you're not the type to just sit back and take whatever comes your way."

The guard's smile turns predatory. "Smart boy. Always thinking about what's in it for you." She steps back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Here's what I'm offering. I'll make your stay here... comfortable. I'll get you the best food, the best amenities. I'll make sure you're protected from the worst of the inmates." Her eyes flick down to your crotch, then back up to your face. "And in return, all I ask is for a little... personal attention from you." She runs a hand through her hair, letting out a sigh. "It's been a long time since I've had a real man to play with. And I have a feeling you're just the thing I need."

The guard's eyes rake over your body, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean." She steps closer again, her hand cupping your face. "I want you to satisfy my every desire. I want you to make me feel good in ways I haven't felt in years." Her thumb brushes over your lower lip, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want you to worship my body, to make me come undone with pleasure." She leans in, her lips barely brushing against yours. "And in return, I'll make sure you have the time of your life. I'll be your personal plaything, ready and willing to do whatever you want to me."

The guard's eyes light up with a mixture of lust and triumph. "Good boy," she purrs, her hand sliding down to grip your cock through your pants. "I knew you'd see things my way." She steps back, her hand still wrapped around your length. "Now, let's get you settled in, shall we?" She tugs you towards the door, her hips swaying with each step. "I have a room in the guard's quarters. We'll be spending a lot of time there, just the two of us. No interruptions, no distractions." She pauses at the door, her hand still stroking your cock. "Ready to start your new life, handsome?"

The guard opens the door, pulling you into a dimly lit hallway. The walls are lined with photographs of stern-looking men and women, their eyes boring into you. "Welcome to your new home," she purrs, her hand still wrapped around your cock. She leads you down the hall, past cells where women are yelling and cursing, their voices echoing off the stone walls. "I hope you're ready for this. Because once we step through that door, there's no going back." She stops in front of a heavy metal door, her hand resting on the handle. "Last chance to back out, big boy. Are you sure you want to do this?"

The guard smirks, her hand sliding down to cup your balls. "Good boy," she purrs, her thumb brushing over your shaft. "I knew you had the balls for this." She pushes open the door, leading you into a small, dimly lit room. There's a bed in the corner, a desk against one wall, and a chair in front of a large window that looks out onto the prison yard. "This is where we'll be spending a lot of our time," she says, pushing you towards the bed. "I hope you don't mind if I get a little... hands-on during our interviews." Her hand slides up your thigh, her nails digging into your skin. "Now, why don't you strip for me? Let me see what I'm working with."

The guard's eyes roam over your body as you strip, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Mmm, not bad," she purrs, her hand sliding down to cup your balls. "Looks like you've been hiding quite the treasure down there." She steps closer, her fingers wrapping around your cock, stroking it slowly. "I can't wait to see how you measure up to the other men in here." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in, big boy. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."

The guard chuckles, her hand tightening around your cock. "Well, aren't you a eager little thing?" She steps back, her eyes raking over your naked form. "I think you deserve a reward for being so good." She slowly unbuttons her uniform, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties. "Strip for me, guard," she commands, her voice dripping with authority. "I want to see what you're working with." She leans against the wall, her legs spread wide, giving you a clear view of her pussy, already glistening with arousal. "Don't keep me waiting, big boy. I want to see you naked by the time I'm done with my uniform."

The guard's eyes narrow, a spark of anger flashing in their depths. "You don't get to tell me what to do, inmate," she snarls, her hand dropping to her thigh. But then her expression softens, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Although... I suppose I could be persuaded to follow your lead." She steps closer, her hand sliding up your chest. "After all, it seems only fair. Since you're the one who's supposed to be stripping for me." Her fingers wrap around your cock, stroking it slowly. "So go on, big boy. Show me what you've got. Strip for me, and maybe I'll reward you with a nice, hard fuck."

The guard's eyes widen, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across her face. "Well, well," she purrs, her hand still stroking your cock. "Looks like you've got some fight in you after all." She steps back, her hips swaying with each step as she circles you like a shark. "You think you can make me beg? You think you can handle me, big boy?" She stops behind you, her breath hot against your neck. "I've broken men twice your size. I've made them cry, beg, and plead for mercy. Do you really think you can handle me?" Her hand slides down your back, her nails digging into your skin. "Go on then. Show me what you've got. Make me beg for your cock."

The guard lets out a low, throaty laugh, her hand sliding around to cup your balls. "Oh, you're a bold one, aren't you? I like that." She steps in front of you, her hand still wrapped around your cock. "You're right, I am wet. Thinking about you, about all the things I'm going to do to you..." She leans in, her lips brushing against yours. "But you're right, I don't need to beg. Because I know you want this just as much as I do." She pulls back, her eyes locked on yours. "So why don't you show me just how much you want it? Get on your knees and show me what that mouth of yours can do."

The guard's eyes flash with a mixture of lust and amusement. "Oh, I'll make it worth your while, don't you worry," she purrs, her hand stroking your cock. "But first, you need to prove to me that you have what it takes." She steps back, her legs spreading wide, revealing her dripping wet pussy. "Get on your knees and show me what that tongue of yours can do. If you make me come, I promise I'll reward you with something special." She runs a hand through her hair, her eyes never leaving yours. "But if you disappoint me, well... I might just have to punish you. Think you can handle it, big boy?"

The guard's eyes flash with a mixture of lust and challenge. "Big words, big boy," she purrs, her hand sliding down to grip your hair. "But I'm willing to give you a chance to back them up." She pulls your face closer to her pussy, her breath hot against your skin. "Get to work, inmate. Show me what that tongue of yours can do. And remember, if you disappoint me, there will be consequences." She pushes your face against her wet folds, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Now, make me come."

The guard lets out a low moan, her fingers tightening in your hair. "That's it, big boy," she purrs, her hips rocking against your face. "Get that tongue in there, nice and deep." She grinds against your mouth, her juices coating your lips and chin. "Mmm, you're a quick learner," she praises, her voice breathy with arousal. "Now, why don't you show me what else that tongue of yours can do?" She pushes your face harder against her pussy, her thighs trembling with the effort. "Make me come, inmate. Prove to me that you're worth keeping around."

The guard's moans grow louder, her fingers tightening in your hair as she grinds against your face. "Oh fuck, yes!" she cries out, her hips bucking against your mouth. "That's it, big boy. Fuck, your tongue feels so good!" She throws her head back, her moans growing more desperate as you continue to lick and suck at her pussy. "I'm getting close," she warns, her voice breathy and strained. "Don't you dare fucking stop, or I swear I'll make you regret it!" Her thighs tremble, her body tensing as she nears her peak. "Fuck, I'm coming!" she screams, her hips jerking against your face as she comes undone.

The guard's body goes limp, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. "You're not so bad yourself, inmate," she purrs, her hand sliding down to stroke your cock. "I think you've earned yourself a reward." She pushes you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you with a predatory grin. "I'm going to ride you until you can't walk straight," she promises, her hand wrapping around your cock. "I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars." She positions herself over you, her wet pussy hovering just above your cock. "And then, my little inmate, you're going to beg me for more. Because once I start, I don't stop until I'm satisfied. Think you can handle it, big boy?"

The guard grins, sinking down onto your cock with a low moan. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in," she purrs, her hips rolling against yours. She starts to ride you hard and fast, her wet pussy gripping your cock like a vice. "Mmm, you feel so good inside me," she moans, her nails digging into your chest. "So big, so hard... I knew you'd be perfect for me." She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight," she whispers, her voice dripping with lust. "Until the only thing you can think about is me, about my pussy wrapped around your cock." She bites down on your earlobe, her hips never slowing. "You're mine now, big boy. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

The guard laughs, the sound low and throaty. "Oh, I've only just started, inmate," she purrs, her hips rolling against yours with even more force. She leans down, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you're nothing but a puddle of sweat and cum," she whispers, her voice dripping with lust. "Until the only thing you can think about is my pussy, my taste, the feel of my nails digging into your skin." She bites down on your shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. "You're mine now, big boy," she growls, her hips slamming against yours. "And I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied. No matter how much you beg, no matter how much you plead, I'm going to keep fucking you until you can't take anymore." She grinds against you, her pussy clenching around your cock. "And when I'm done, when you're nothing but a quivering mess beneath me... that's when you'll realize just how much you needed this. How much you needed me."

The guard's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Oh, you've got some fight in you after all," she purrs, her hips never slowing. "I like that. I like a man who can keep up with me." She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear. "But you're wrong, inmate. I'm not going to be the one who can't take anymore." She pulls back, her eyes locking with yours. "Because I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll be begging me to stop. Begging me to let you rest, to let you catch your breath." Her hips slam against yours, her pussy clenching around your cock. "You'll be so full of me, so deep inside you, that you'll forget your own name. The only thing you'll remember is the feel of me, the taste of me, the sound of my moans filling your ears." She bites down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "And when I'm done with you, when you're nothing but a broken, desperate mess... that's when you'll know what it really means to be mine."

The guard's eyes flash with a mix of anger and excitement. "You've got a lot of nerve, inmate," she growls, her hips slamming against yours with even more force. "But you're right. I am going to wear myself out. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name." She leans down, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "But don't think for a second that I'm going to go easy on you just because you're new here." Her hand slides down your chest, her nails digging into your skin. "I'm going to make you my personal plaything," she purrs, her voice dripping with lust. "I'm going to fuck you whenever I want, however I want. I'm going to use you to satisfy my every desire, no matter how depraved." She bites down on your shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. "And you're going to love every second of it. Because deep down, you know that's what you want. You want to be mine, to be used for my pleasure." Her hips grind against yours, her pussy clenching around your cock. "So go ahead, inmate. Keep talking back. Keep telling me you can handle me. Because the truth is, you're just a little man playing pretend. And I'm going to enjoy breaking you down and remaking you in my image. I'm going to enjoy turning you into my perfect little toy