Chapter 1: Michelle
I worked as a prison guard, or a Corrections Officer, or a C.O., or a hack, in a women's prison for two years, but before that I worked in a men's Maximum Security prison.
In the men's facility I performed like a true professional. Having grown up in all the bad neighborhoods, all the worst inmate knew me or one of my brothers. Hell, two of my cousins resided in Maximum when I was hired, and a handful of inmates had been schoolmates, personal friends of mine or had dated one of my sisters. Even so, I remained professional and conducted myself accordingly, the perfect guard.
Sure, I spoke their language and could relate to the worst of the worst, but I never sunk to their level. I didn't abuse inmates like some of the cop wannabes and I didn't carry in drugs or contraband like some of the dirty maggots who were either intimidated or bribed into doing those things.
Then, when a post opened up in the women's division, I applied and was awarded that post on third shift.
Drugs, intimidation or bribery had never worked on me, but I had no idea that pussy would turn me into a dirty cop. Actually, it turned me into a filthy cop, and I fucking enjoyed every second of it.
I ended up with a harem of four sex slaves in that prison, and this is our story.
There were over eight hundred women in that prison. Most of them so disgusting that you would sooner have sex with a goat than choose one of them to have sex with, but there were a few exceptions.
Don't get me wrong, very few of those women were attractive when they first arrived. Most were heroin junkies and prostitutes with missing teeth, bruises all over and their hair matted together with blood and dried sperm. These women stunk like cattle and crack dens.
Their mug shots looked like crime scene photos of corpses, and it always made me chuckle when I saw how half the women would smile for that photo simply due to being conditioned to smile for a picture.
They looked hideous, missing teeth, split and chapped lips, maybe a black eye, but smiling for the camera like it was a god-damned highschool year book photo.
Most of those ugly mugs remained ugly throughout their incarceration, but a tiny percentage of those girls made miraculous transformations. These few worn, battered and drug addicted street walkers, after being forced straight in prison, taking daily showers, healing up and eating regular meals, transformed into normal, healthy looking young women.
A few of them actually became living dolls, sexy, attractive and what most men would quickly categorize as a dish.
Sure, there were those women who came into prison looking great, but those were usually in the Intake wing and not general population long termers.
Housewives, business execs, teachers, students and all kinds of regular ladies spent a single weekend in prison, so the Intake wing had a constant influx of halfway decent females incarcerated in the short term, but the women who were convicts and were sentenced for a longer stay were usually disgusting, drug addicts, prostitutes, bag ladies and hosebags.
The women incarcerated for murder, a tiny percentage of the population, were the exceptions to that rule.
I am about to break a rule of writing. I am going to list the biographies of my four harem girls before I get into the stories of how we met, what we said to each other and how we ended up having sex together while they were in prison.
This list is not in any particular order. I guess I'll start with the two brunettes first.
Harem Girl #1 - Michelle Benton.
Michelle was a short (maybe five foot two inches), sassy, biker chic with long black hair, and a tattoo of a giant python that wrapped all around her body twice, from her lovely left ass cheek, over her shapely hip, across her slim waist, behind her supple back, under her toned arm and poised with an open mouth over her large right tit and as if it were about to bite off her large left one. She had big intelligent eyes and a sharp tongue. Michelle was in for murder. She had covered for her biker boyfriend and taken the wrap, not out of love or loyalty, but because she was scared shitless of the guy. Her biker boyfriend had strangled the victim to death right in front of her, and Michelle didn't want to be next. She was two years into a thirty year sentence, and she was only twenty- three years old.
Harem Girl #2 - Julie Ferreira
Julie was a slim, tall and sexy doll, with a movie starlet's face, long straight dark brown hair, and a killer smile. She had full lips and dimples. Her athletic, small breasted body had been toned from years of dance classes was exquisitely muscled with a tiny waist and long legs. She may not have had much up top, but her ass was to die for. Julie had been incarcerated for smuggling a hundred and fifty kilos of cocaine. She claimed she was forced to drive the shipment from Mexico to Boston by the Cartel under threat of rape and sexual slavery, but the Rhode Island Prosecutor hadn't believed her story. I didn't either, but it could have been true. Julie also claimed she had never done a drug in her life. That, from the looks of her well-toned body, appeared to be true. She was a year into a twenty year sentence and was only twenty-five years old.
Harem Girl # 3 - Diana Nichols
Diana, or Nicki, which she preferred to be called, was a small time thief who had gotten incarcerated for twelve years after being caught with over a hundred grand in stolen goods. Apparently, someone had invaded a woman's house and mutilated her with a knife to steal those goods. Nicki was busted trying to pawn a diamond necklace from that home invasion for fifty bucks. It was worth a small fortune, and she claimed she stole that necklace from a different house, which was probably true, but because of the severity of the crime and the value of the stolen item they threw the book at her.
Nicki was cute as a button, blonde, blue-eyed with a voluptuous body for only being five foot tall, but she wasn't very smart. Her hot little body made up for it. Out of my four girls, Nicki turned me on the most. She wasn't the prettiest, but there was something so sexy about her that it took my breath away just looking at her. She was only a year into her twelve year sentence and was only twenty years old, the youngest of the bunch.
Harem Girl # 4 - Tammy Stone
Tammy was the only girl in my harem who had been a prostitute and a junkie. If you looked at her mug shot when she arrived you would wonder how the hell anyone could ever be turned on by such a hag.
She was only twenty-two, but she looked as if she were in her late forties or early fifties in that photo. At least she wasn't smiling, but her sunken, hollow cheeks and compressed lips showed an obvious lack of teeth in her mouth.
That's right. Tammy came into prison without a single tooth in her head. She had also been emaciated, beaten, bruised, drug sick due to being addicted to heroin and an overall hot mess. I shit you not when I tell you that her transformation in prison from a used up old looking hag of a prostitute to a stunning, fresh faced beauty was miraculous to see.
Tammy Stone was one of the most beautiful girls in my harem. Her new dentures filled out her face. Her blonde curly locks grew full and long down her back. Her body filled out, giving her huge perky tits, a slim waist and a gorgeous, sexy and inviting ass. Tammy's STD tests all came back negative, and she thanked God every day that the police had gotten her off the streets before she had killed herself. She had been sentenced to sixteen years for murder, but swore it was in self defense. She said she had stabbed her pimp for trying to have sex with her and claimed she was still a virgin, which I, and everyone else, thought was laughable.
Tammy admitted she had been addicted to drugs and a prostitute since she was fifteen, but swore to God she had only ever used her mouth for sex, both professionally and personally. I came to believe Tammy's wild claim she had been a virgin, or at least that she thought she was still a virgin. That vagina of hers seemed way too fresh and tight for a sex worker, although I know a penis had been in there before due to her missing hymen.
My guess is that at some point, Tammy must have been raped when she was passed out on heroin and never even knew it. She was two years into her sixteen year sentence.
These four girls all lived in C wing, a dormitory that housed sixty inmates in 15 rooms with four beds to a room.
When I got assigned to C wing on third shift none of those four girls were in the same room. Eventually, I would start fucking all four girls, and then I would put them all in the same room.
