Left with those thoughts to keep her company for the rest of the journey. Jakki tried to dismiss them, as an attempt to put her on the back foot. Surely with a body as voluptuous as this, you'd have power over some of your fellow inmates. You try and work on adjusting, certainly a womans' prison will have a lot of frustrated women, and you're used to pleasing them. Sure, your techniques and options will have to adjust for a particular lack. But, teasing and pleasing women was one of the perks you had as the boss.
She tried not to think of being on the receiving end. Of being reduced to a mewling, squirming slut, by someone who knew how to tease and please you!
"No!" You tell yourself firmly. That's not going to happen. In your former prison, you ruled the roost. With the other inmates afraid of you, even a couple of the staff were broken to your will, to smuggle in whatever you demanded.
- - - - -
Arriving and processing were mundane. Though you weren't used to so many female officers. Their pudgy bodies, blessed like your own. But, without your svelte figure. Sensing a touch of insecurity as they took in your physique. Making unfavourable comparisons with their own bodies.
You could feel the power flowing towards you, as the plans fell into place.
However, being walked onto the wing was still a shock. As you and two other new arrivals were paraded down the centre of the hall. The existing inmates were baying, whooping, and wolf-whistling the new arrivals as fresh meat. It was hard not to feel self conscious. Jakki struggled with how to react to the graphic suggestions, threats and promises of how she'd be treated.
Whether to straighten her shoulders, and show herself unfazed by them. Or to hunch her shoulders, minimise those heavy breasts, that slim waist, those ripe hips, and full ass.
Jakki realised she looked every inch, like the victims she targetted. Vulnerable, gullible and terrified. Her voice no longer the low, growl that carried menace. Now it was bubbly, bright, positively girlish, and she couldn't even fudg'n swear. Despite her resolve she found herself blushing a deeper and deeper shade of crimson.
From the corner of her eye, she tried to size up potential rivals, to spot who was already the one in charge. It didn't help her calm, as she saw so many others were jacked. Especially compared to her svelte body.
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