Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Boss Harding had been a guard at Benton, Delaware State Municipal Penitentiary (BDSM Pen.) for the past 15 years. In that time, he had acquired a reputation as being the toughest guard on C Block. In his entire career there, not once had there been so much as an escape attempt or riot. Not many men were allowed to be guards at women's prisons, but some of the inmates were too strong for a female guard to handle, so he was hired on as extra muscle. Richard Harding was built like a brick wall. At 6' 3" and 200 lbs. he towered over the other guards and most of the inmates. His short brown hair and dark, foreboding eyes, coupled with his stony yet handsome features made him both the fear and desire of the entire prison.
Being the only male in an all female penitentiary was a tough job. It was against the rules for him to conduct in sexual relations with either the inmates or his fellow guards. Despite this, he had spent many lonely nights in the solitary confinement block screwing everyone from the guards, to the inmates, to anyone he decided to bring in. Being hung like a horse had it's advantages. For example, whenever he felt like a fuck in the middle of the day, he just walked into the warden's office and an hour or so later, walked out again noticeably less stressed. After that, he could do whatever he wanted for the rest of the day.
It was on those days that the cameras in the interrogation room were turned off at odd intervals, and one could often see inmates being plucked from their cells for private interrogation, sometimes in groups. It was often said that the only reason no one ever escaped from BDSM Pen. was because no one ever wanted to leave. Many prisoners cursed out their parole boards or assaulted the weaker officers just before their release just so they could stay.
On one such day, Boss Harding had the pleasure of bringing in a new truck full of inmates fresh from other prisons. These inmates had a history of starting fights or trying to escape and were sent here for the higher security. Among these inmates was a 23 year old convict turned prison lesbian named Amanda O'Neal, three previous escape attempts and and an assault on a guard had landed her here. She was about 5' 6" tall, was thin yet fit and healthy, with violently red hair and pert C-cups that barely hid under her orange jumpsuit. A very beautiful woman indeed. This fact had not eluded the attention of Boss Harding. He would have to fully inspect this one to see if she had any concealed weapons or escape tools hidden about or within her person. He smirked to himself as the new inmates were marched in.
Being the only male in an all female penitentiary was a tough job. It was against the rules for him to conduct in sexual relations with either the inmates or his fellow guards. Despite this, he had spent many lonely nights in the solitary confinement block screwing everyone from the guards, to the inmates, to anyone he decided to bring in. Being hung like a horse had it's advantages. For example, whenever he felt like a fuck in the middle of the day, he just walked into the warden's office and an hour or so later, walked out again noticeably less stressed. After that, he could do whatever he wanted for the rest of the day.
It was on those days that the cameras in the interrogation room were turned off at odd intervals, and one could often see inmates being plucked from their cells for private interrogation, sometimes in groups. It was often said that the only reason no one ever escaped from BDSM Pen. was because no one ever wanted to leave. Many prisoners cursed out their parole boards or assaulted the weaker officers just before their release just so they could stay.
On one such day, Boss Harding had the pleasure of bringing in a new truck full of inmates fresh from other prisons. These inmates had a history of starting fights or trying to escape and were sent here for the higher security. Among these inmates was a 23 year old convict turned prison lesbian named Amanda O'Neal, three previous escape attempts and and an assault on a guard had landed her here. She was about 5' 6" tall, was thin yet fit and healthy, with violently red hair and pert C-cups that barely hid under her orange jumpsuit. A very beautiful woman indeed. This fact had not eluded the attention of Boss Harding. He would have to fully inspect this one to see if she had any concealed weapons or escape tools hidden about or within her person. He smirked to himself as the new inmates were marched in.