Baby Girl. By Jaex and GW Courageous female Correction Officer Captain, boldly accepts an inmate's challenge to fight, in order to restore order to her prison wing. For mature readers, over twenty-one, only. F/F violence, rape, n/c. As she briskly led four subordinate Correction Officers, on Morning Inspection of "A" Wing, Captain Karen Matthews was pretty darn proud of herself. After only five years as a Correction Officer, she had been promoted to Captain, the youngest in the State prison system. Now, she was in charge of the entire "A" Wing of Caldwell State Prison. Some would think her new assignment, one of the worst in the system, but Karen proudly regarded it as a challenge, one she was confident, she'd meet successfully. Caldwell wasn't quite maximum security, but its discipline problems were notorious. A lax warden had allowed too many things to slide. A few months earlier, Maxine Simms had been brought in as the new Warden to clean things up. She was nearing retirement, but she was known as the toughest, most competent Prison Administrator, in the State. In fact, her last assignment had been Warden of the Men's Maximum Security Prison. Maxine enjoyed a challenge as much as her new subordinate. She and Karen hit it off immediately, and Maxine came to rely on the younger woman and trust her judgement, implicitly. Maxine's trust wasn't given lightly, either. Under Karen's firm hand, "A" Wing was rapidly coming under control, much faster than any other Wing, and Maxine was extremely pleased by her protegee's progress. If Captain Matthews had one failing, it may have been an overabundance of self-confidence. At her age, she optimistically believed she could handle anything. She'd never had any reason to doubt her abilities, either. She was smart as a whip and hardworking. Long hours didn't bother her at all. She loved the satisfaction of accomplishment. Besides, Karen was an incredible looking woman. A fraction of an inch, under six feet, the scales said she weighed one-hundred-and-seventy- five, but big-boned and muscular, no one would ever guess it, because her weight was so enticingly distributed. Her hips were wide, her bust large and high-set, and her legs incredibly long, and shapely, and her waist girlishly trim. Most of her off-duty time was spent in the outdoor sports she adored, tennis, golfing swimming, skiing. She spent a good amount of time in the Correction Officer's exercise room, as well. To that athletically feminine figure, were added big, blue eyes, long blond hair and a face graced with aquiline nose and classic features. Altogether, she was breathtaking, a young Amazon Queen. It didn't affect the confidence born of a lifetime of success, but Karen had to admit to herself, that her imposing physical attributes may have been a factor in her early promotion. In fact, it had made things easier for her all her life. Even in school, she was always the tallest and strongest girl in her class, as well as the most beautiful. Everyone had just seemed to naturally accept her leadership. Even the boys had accepted her orders willingly. She was a good leader and had a kindly disposition, and early on, learned never to abuse a leadership position. Of course, Karen did her best to play down her beauty, while on duty. The severe mannish uniform, she was required to wear, made that relatively easy. Her air of brisk, nearly brusque, competence and haughty demeanor completed the job. Much of that manner was assumed for her job, though because underneath she was a sweet, friendly, very feminine, young woman. In fact, she had a very feminine weakness for beautiful lingerie, and sometimes even wore it under her uniform, contrary to regulations. Sometimes, too, her uniform blouse was just a shade too tight, and sometimes she just couldn't bear those ugly uniform shoes, that looked just like the shoe's her father wore. Though Karen had rapidly restored order in "A" Wing, one problem still remained. Linda Phillips was the root of most trouble. She was the undisputed leader of the inmates, not just in this wing either. Her influence extended throughout the prison. Karen would do anything to bring Linda to brook. If she did that, it would go a long way toward reestablishing order throughout Caldwell. Then, Karen Matthews would be recognized as the outstanding Captain in the prison. She loved to excel in anything she undertook. Maybe too, Karen couldn't forget that Maxine would be retiring soon, and would get to recommend her replacement. Karen certainly didn't lack for ambition. Karen was determined to straighten Linda out. On several occasions she gave her orders, but Linda always somehow avoided carrying them out. Linda was actually several years younger than Karen, only twenty-four, but her hard face made her look older then her years. She'd been a hooker since she was sixteen, although that wasn't why she was in Prison. She'd been convicted on several Assault and Battery charges. She'd sent at least two other girls to the hospital, when they'd mistakenly tried to ply their trade on Linda's corner. Linda had rapidly established her dominance, in Caldwell. Everyone was afraid of her, and few dared challenge her anymore. It was funny too, because she wasn't that impressive physically. She was only about five feet eight, and not particularly big or muscular, but she was deadly in a fight, and had all that fighting experience behind her. Then too, she'd fight just as dirty as it took to win. In her own sphere, Linda was as ambitious and eager for success, as Karen was in hers. Karen bided her time, then, this morning the opportunity presented itself. Linda and some other prisoners were assigned to laundry duty. As usual, Linda was goofing off, and doing the worst possible job she could. When Karen, with her four subordinates, swept through on inspection, Karen spotted the shoddy work immediately. "Come on Phillips! Let's get on the stick! Do it, right or else." Captain Matthew's voice was stern and authoritative. "Or else what?" Linda was in a foul mood, or perhaps she never would have dared talk back to a Correction Officer Captain, although she gave the other Correction Officers plenty of mouth. Once committed, she went on. "You're new here, so maybe you don't know it, but let me tell you something, screw. Nobody tells me what to do!" Karen was shocked. No inmate ever dared talk to her like that, even when she was a new probationer five years ago. She was just too big and imposing looking. "I heard you have an attitude problem, Phillips! Maybe, it's time to straighten that attitude out!" Karen threatened . "Bite me, Screw! What are you going to do, call in the strike team? You're not woman enough to make me do anything all by yourself! Without pepper spray, and all that other fancy equipment, you'd soon be, glad enough to crawl out of here on your hands and knees." Linda challenged. If this was another inmate, this big, and this muscular, Linda might not have talked so big, knowing she'd have to put up or shut up. With one of the screws though, she figured she could score some cheap shots, without having to back it up with fists. This was a fun game for her. Karen was furious, but she smiled grimly. The other four officers just stood there in silence. Linda kept right on. "You don't look so tough, to me, Captain Big-butt! Why don't you just mind your own business, and I'll run this cell block, my way? We'll both be happier that way. Unless, of course you're really looking for trouble?" Karen was getting really mad now. "Are you totally out of your mind, Phillips? You need a lesson!" Karen signaled to her subordinates to bring Linda out for punishment. It was strictly forbidden and illegal, but in order to reestablish order, the new warden had, if absolutely necessary, authorized certain clandestine physical punishments for the hardest cases, so long as it was done discreetly, and only if authorized by one of the captains. The Prisoner was spanked. There was little physical damage, but the humiliation often worked wonders. Karen had never resorted to this extreme. She was quite sure, she was more than capable of handling any ordinary situation, without it, but now, Linda had pushed her over the edge. Linda had publicly challenged her authority. If this defiance wasn't nipped in the bud, right now, it would spread like crab grass. Unintimidated, Linda challenged Karen again. "You're a coward! I know what you screws do, when you take inmates off alone. You're pretty brave with four other screws to back you up, but if it was just you and me, you'd be the one, getting spanked!" "I don't need anyone to back me up!" Karen answered, furiously. She was losing her composure. Maybe she was in just as bad a mood as Linda that day. "No? Well, if you're so tough, how about going one on one, with me. If you win, I promise, I will not make any trouble at all. How about that?" Linda didn't really expect any guard, to accept that kind of challenge, but it would quickly get around the prison that she'd made it. The temptation, to score a coup, and in one step, end most of the discipline problems in her Wing was awfully tempting. Besides, once Linda had publicly challenged her like that, the physical punishment wouldn't be effective. Linda would be a heroine to the inmates, because it would seem to have taken five guards to deal with her. Yet, Karen couldn't back down, and forget the punishment. That would be even worse, an even greater victory for Linda. Karen, the perennial overachiever, the girl who always accomplished her goals, had no doubt she could show this dumpy brunette a thing or two about fighting. It was certainly a temptation! Should she do it? Fighting an inmate was strictly against Official Policy, but her Boss, Warden Maxine Simms, was known to overlook unorthodox methods, if they produced results. It certainly would be satisfying! Karen caught a glimpse of that snotty arrogant smile on Linda's face. She clenched her fists! She really ached to wipe that smirk off that insolent face! Maybe, this was the best way to do it? Damn it, why not? Karen rashly accepted Linda's challenge. "Let her go!" Karen told the two guards holding Linda. "All right Phillips, you got it! I'll fight you, one on one, no weapons and no interference from anybody else!" "Do you hear that Ladies?" Karen said to her four subordinates. They all nodded, the two most experienced, somewhat dubiously. Karen turned back to Linda. "When I'm finished mopping up the floor with you, Phillips, I think you'll be a model prisoner, for the rest of your time here!" "O.K. Fine by me!" Linda smiled, but she was thinking to herself. "Hmm I didn't expect her to go for it! Shit, she is one big mother! She looks strong as an ox too!" Linda couldn't ever remember picking a fight with anyone this big before. She felt some butterflies in her stomach. "Well, I don't care! Getting beat, in a fair fight, is a hell of a lot better than having four screws hold me down, while that big horse wails my behind, with an eighteen-inch, metal ruler." Karen smiled confidently. She had received hand to hand combat instruction at the Corrections Officer Training Academy. Of course, that was over five years ago. There'd been some refreshers, but she was always so busy, she'd missed several of them. Well it didn't matter! She had nothing to worry about! Frankly, she didn't know any other women as strong as she was, or many men either, for that matter. She was confident she could handle any two inmates, not to mind this one unimpressive specimen. She handed her Uniform Cap and truncheon to one of the other Correction Officers When the other guards let her, go, Linda came at Karen slowly in a crouch. Now that she was committed, Karen didn't know quite how to start. Confident as she was, this was a new experience for her! People just never dared pick fights with her before. She raised her hands, a little awkwardly, in imitation of prizefighters she'd seen on televison. Linda raised her own hands, in a loose flexible stance, and danced closer to the big Correction Officer Captain, who was still standing flat-footed. Instead of hitting Karen, she kicked her in the shin with her heavy, prison-issue, work shoe. Karen squealed in pain, and danced on her other foot a moment. Seeing an opening, Linda slapped Karen across the face, so hard, it brought tears to Karens eyes. "Oww, don't do that!" Linda laughed, and Karen tried to punch her, to get even, but Linda saw it coming. She ducked, and Karen's fist whistled over her head. From her crouch, Linda hit Karen twice in the belly, a left, then a right, with surprisingly hard, closed fists. "She hit me below the belt! THAT'S not fair!" Karen thought, as the pain flooded through her lower body. Despite that full-figured voluptuousness, the athletic Karen had a very well-toned abdomen. She'd assumed that would protect her. She just never dreamed, getting hit in the stomach would hurt so much. It left her feeling weak as a kitten. Karen dropped her guard, to press her hand against her flat belly, to ease the distressing pain. Linda took the opportunity to step in close, and slap her across the face again. "Stop that!" Karen gasped. After those two awful belly punches, she could hardly get the words out. Karen was already stooped over by pain, but Linda grabbed her ears and pulled her down even lower. Then she rammed her knee up into Karen's crotch, with vicious force. "Ooooooh! Not there!" Karen's mouth flew open. "That's CHEATING!" Linda laughed at the bigger woman's naivete. Now Karen pressed her hands, much lower against her body, to ease an even worse hurt. Linda smacked Karen across the right cheek, then across the left. Though openhanded, the powerful blows almost knocked Karen over. Her head was buffeted one way, then the other. Linda stepped right up close, and used both hands to give Karen a really hard shove. Her hands landed painfully right square on Karen big boobs. That hurt enough, but the shove knocked her over backwards. She hit her head on the concrete floor when she landed, and that hurt a lot worse. Karen lay on the floor, wondering how she ever got herself into this fight. She didn't like it at all! It wasn't going at all as she planned. She thought, by now, she'd be triumphantly hailed as the new Champion of her Wing. Worse than the embarrassment at her poor showing, was the pain. She wasn't very used to pain, and so far, in these few moments, Linda had hurt her more, than she'd been hurt, in the whole rest of her life. Oh! But she couldn't just lie here! She heard the Prisoners snickering, even laughing out loud at her. "O. K.!" She'd show them! Phillips wasn't going to get away with this! Karen glanced over and saw the nervous expressions on the faces of her four subordinates. They realized all to well, that they were outnumbered, and alone in what now looked like a sea of inmates. She must do something! She started to get up. Linda actually took hold of her arm and helped her. "Oh, the insolent witch!" With a snicker, Linda dusted off the seat of Karen's tightly stretched, uniform trousers. "Get away from there!" Karen yelped. She'd never been able to stand people touching her there. There was a loud snicker from the prisoners, as much at Karen's almost comically indignant reaction, as at Linda's original insolence. As soon as Karen was solidly on her feet, Linda twisted the arm, she was still holding, behind Karen's back. Just as with the belly punches, Karen never expected a hammerlock to be so painful, until Linda rammed her wrist up to her neck. Karen tried to push forward to get loose, but Linda grabbed her hair. Karen's long, golden hair was done up in a tight bun, as regulations required, but Linda's claws pulled enough loose to form a good handful. Having her hair pulled, hurt almost as much as the hammerlock. It stabbed right into her brain. Linda used her double leverage to ram Karen face-first into the concrete wall. Her forehead hit it, squarely. Her head was bent slightly forward, enough so, luckily, her nose just took a glancing blow. "Let me go, damn you, and fight fair!" Karen wailed. Linda laughed, and kneed Karen's broad, shapely rump. Oh, that was, so humiliating! As Linda tugged painfully on Karen's hair, a few more strands came loose, then a lot more, and then all of it fell in glistening, blond waves to her broad shoulders. Karen struggled to get loose. Her blouse was a little too tight. Karen was just a little vain about her fantastic bosom, and didn't like to hide it, entirely. Now, she paid for her vanity, as the top few buttons popped. The prisoners caught a glimpse of frothy, white bra, and the tops of the creamy globes, within. A couple of inmates hooted, in delight. Though, many engaged in lesbian practices, at least in prison, somehow the guards seemed totally sexless. Especially the tall, no-nonsense Captain Matthews! She was like a six-foot-tall nun, or something! Now, with those big boobs peeking out, and that long, blond hair curling down to her shoulders, quite a few of them began to appreciate, what a sensationally sexy woman, Karen was. Several of the tougher, more dominant bitches guessed something else, about the imperious Captain Matthews. It was something, that Karen never suspected about herself, even now! Those crafty doms saw that, despite the Captain's formidable size, athletic build, and that brisk air of authority, under pressure she looked scared and confused. There was a meek, submissive look in her eyes, as Linda smacked her around. If she'd been an inmate, one of them would already have broken her in, and added Karen, to her harem. They licked their lips, at thought of Karen sharing cell and bunk. She would make a delightful plaything! If Karen had been aware of these speculations, she would have been even more apprehensive then she was. Right now, though, she really didn't have time to think of anything, but Linda's clutching fingers and thumping knee. Linda rammed her into the wall again. This time Karen's big boobs splatted against the wall. She wished, she'd worn the heavy, standard-issue brassier, instead of this lacy, little wisp. When Linda finally let go, and spun her around, Captain Karen looked much the worse for wear. There was a small cut on her cheek, a big bump on her forehead, and her straight, aristocratic nose was starting to swell. Her shirt had come all the way undone, and rucked loose from her waist band. Modestly, she tried to hold it together, to hide her precious boobs. The modesty, together with long, blond hair, all tangled, and hanging half over her face, gave her a bewitchingly helpless look, scarcely appropriate to one of her rank and authority. Oh vanity, vanity! In civilian dress, Karen was the kind of girl, who wore garter-belts and sheer hose, with her short skirts, to tantalize with flashes of her long, shapely tightly-muscled legs. She wasn't a tease, she just liked to be admired. Instead of standard issue shoes, today Karen wore black, patent-leather slip-ons, with slight heels. When Linda pulled her around, she gave Karen a hard shove. Karen stumbled, her ankle twisted and she lost one of her shoes. Instead of heavy black socks, Karen had on little, thin, white ankle socks, trimmed in pink, showing off her trim ankles. Standing there with one shoe on, one shoe off, she looked even more forlorn. Linda slapped her again. Oh, how Karen hated that! It was so demeaning, to be slapped, as though you couldn't do anything about it. Because, she couldn't seem to do anything, made it even more demeaning. Still trying to hold her blouse closed with one hand, Karen swung her fist in retaliation. She missed again, and Linda laughed at her. Karen's plump, lower-lip quivered in vexation. Linda's slaps had caused her lips to swell, giving them a vulnerable bee-stung look. Her eyes had the look of a gentle doe trapped by a she-wolf. Maybe that look wasn't too far off. A couple of Prison doms nodded knowingly to each other. Down deep, the big, imposing, Correction Officer Captain was the kind of compliant girl, who crouched on the floor, obediently sucking their toes, before getting down to even more delightful pastimes. When Karen's punch missed, Linda grabbed her arm, pushed her around and shot two brutal blows into her kidneys. Karen lost her precarious hold on her blouse, and it gaped open to the waist. Everyone in the room got a good look at that lacy, white bra, and the bountiful treasures it held. Karen pulled loose from Linda and turned to face her. Instead of defending herself or even, the wiser course, running as fast as she could, away form Linda, she tried to pull her blouse closed, again. Before Karen got the blouse pulled together, Linda grabbed both her upper arms wrestling her around, until she slid her foot behind Karen's leg. A hard shove, and she pushed Karen over again. This time, when Karen fell, Linda jumped on her. She landed right on Karen's stomach, and knocked the breath out of her. Karen's abdomen still hadn't quite recovered from the earlier punishment either, making her distress, all the worse. Karen tried to sit up, but Linda shoved her back down. The big blond tried to buck loose, but Linda grabbed her wrists. She raised her body, and used her weight to smash Karen's arms down flat on the floor, above her head. Karen's muscular arms were stronger, but Linda had the advantage of being on top, and knowing how to use that leverage. She leaned her whole weight on Karen's wrists, and Karen couldn't move her arms. She tried to bridge her body up, but she couldn't get Linda off her. The insolent convict rode the Correction Officer Captain, like a cowgirl breaking a big, beautiful, wild mare to saddle. Karen kicked her long legs furiously, and Linda laughed at her. "Give up?" "I certainly, don't!" Oh, but it was so embarrassing, not to mind painful, to have a prisoner sitting on her big boobs, and not to be able to do a darn thing about it! Linda's crotch was right near her face too! Karen didn't like that at all! Linda craftily saw that look of fastidious distaste. She grinned and slid forward, until she was sitting right on Karen's face. Oh that was awful! Karen tried to yell "Get off me!" but all anybody heard was "MMMMfffff" Linda squeezed her thighs shut around Karen's head. The pressure really hurt. Her eyes felt like they'd pop out of her head, and her ears were ringing! Karen couldn't see or hear anything. "Oh, why doesn't somebody help me?" Karen was getting dizzy. She could barely breath, and when she did get a gasp of air, it smelled horribly of Linda's privates. It was so pungent, it made her queasier, then ever. Linda noticed that Karen's legs were kicking slower and slower, until finally they just lay there, twisted awkwardly and pitifully still. Karen's arms had strained against her hands at first, and it had been a struggle to hold them down, but now they were limp as over-cooked spaghetti. Karen had pretty much given up the struggle. Linda slid backward, and looked down at Karen's gorgeous, but battered face. Karen was blushing beet-red. Linda slapped her again. This slap was even harder than before, because Karen was motionless, and Linda had all the leverage she needed. She could take her time, to put everything behind it. "Don't do that!" Karen yelled angrily. Linda laughed, and did it again, getting even more force into this blow. "Stop it!" This time, Karen sounded like she was asking, not telling. Another slap, worse then all the rest! Linda was getting better at it! "Oww! Stop it..... please!" "Why should I?" Linda laughed, and did it, yet again. "I like to do it!" "I don't like it!" Karen said plaintively. "Please, don't do it any more?" Linda bounced up and down on Karen's chest, in delight. Karen gasped. She wanted to cry, but bit back her tears. She couldn't show weakness in front of Prisoners! She just couldn't! She wouldn't! Linda slapped Karen again. Karen gulped down the big lump in her throat! Another slap, and her eyes watered so much, they were overflowing down her cheeks. Her nose was running, too, and she sniffed at that, and then sniffed some more. Sniffling, like that, with her eyes so wet and teary, it kind of seemed, an awfully lot like, Captain Matthews was crying. Linda slapped the big Correction Captain, again! And this time, Karen couldn't gulp down an audible sob, and a whispered "Pl-please?" "Stop your blubbering, you big baby!" Linda laughed nastily, and slapped Karen yet again. Karen broke down into sobs, she could no longer control! "Please get off me? Please? You win! I give! Uncle! Uncle!" Karen wept, sobbing so loudly, everyone in the large room plainly heard her. The other guards felt a chill down their backs. This was a terrible blow to all their prestige, and authority. Linda snorted in derision. "Well, that wasn't so hard! What a wuss you are under that uniform! You should have tried some other line of work, Dearie! Maybe McDonald's! No better yet, maybe a kindergarten teacher! Oh well, no, I suppose some five-year-old would beat you up, and take your lunch money!" Linda winked at one of the other doms, her chief lieutenant, who grinned back. They both knew, now! Linda stood up, still laughing. Poor Karen wanted to crawl in a hole and die. By now, the Prisoners were hooting and jeering in unrestrained derision. Karen was already the laughingstock of the Prison. Linda made Karen stand up. The poor blond girl could hardly do it. Linda had to help her. Once on her feet, Karen just stood there snuffling miserably. She used the tail of her open shirt to wipe her face. Then, she tried to wrap it around herself again, as best she could. She was hunched over in pain, and as she held the shirt together, she pressed her hands to her aching middle. The imperious Correction Captain was indeed a pitiful sight, with tears running down her bruised face, tangled hair falling over one side of her face, one shoe gone, and her proud uniform ripped and dirty. Karen hurt all over, but that was nothing to the mental anguish of being humiliated in front of the prison population. There was no doubt who was in control of this situation. Linda! Although it was hardest most humiliating thing, she ever had to say, Karen pleaded for mercy "Please! Let me go, now! You won!" With an evil smile, Linda said. "Honey, you think you're gonna get away from me, just like that? It's not good for business to let anyone, who gives me grief, off that easy. Anyway, as I think on it, I got the short end of our little deal. Now, it's time to renegotiate. If I lost, I was supposed to obey your rules, but if I won, I was just supposed to let you walk away scot free? I don't THINK so! You don't expect a free ticket like that do you, now that I'm in charge?" "You're a prisoner! I'm a Correction Officer!" Karen protested, tearfully. "Huh, you sure don't look like no Correction Officer, to me. No screw, I know, would wear a uniform as dirty as that? You look like a pig! Well, if you think that uniform makes you a Correction Officer, here let me relieve you from duty for a while, Baby Girl?" As she spoke, Linda started to tug on Karen's uniform shirt. Karen tried to stop her, but Linda raised her hand threateningly. Karen felt her cheek tingle fearfully. She dropped her hands and let Linda pull her shirt off. Karen stood there shivering more from fear than chill. Now, she had nothing on her upper body, but that sweet, lacy, white bra. "Oh, it sure is a shame to hide that gorgeous body under this ugly uniform! Don't you think, Girls?" Linda jokingly appealed to her followers. The other prisoners cheered. The other four guards didn't know what to do. They were shocked that things had gone this far, but they were greatly outnumbered. If they tried to help their Captain, they might be joining her. It might be them, getting stripped naked in front of a bunch of jeering prisoners. After all, Karen had gotten herself into this, by violating Department policy. She was the hot-shot young Captain, promoted over their heads, who was supposed to know everything. Linda unbuckled Karen's thick, wide uniform belt "No! Not my pants please?" Karen whispered imploringly, so only Linda could hear her. "Don't you worry about a thing, Baby Girl! I'll do it all for you!" Linda grinned and patted Karen's hand as though to reassure her. Karen didn't feel reassured! She felt scared out of her mind! Linda undid the mannish fly on the heavyweight serge trousers and they fell down around Karen's ankles. There was a roar of laughter and applause, when the prisoners saw Karen's little, pink panties. They were even lacier and frillier than her bra. "Oh they're adorable!" Linda smirked. Karen blushed all over her body, almost as pink as her delightful panties. "That pretty lingerie doesn't go with that ugly, rough blue uniform of yours, though, Baby Girl!" "Oh why doesn't she stop calling me Baby Girl? I hate it!" Linda saw how it bothered Karen and kept it up. "I can tell. Under that nasty butch uniform, you're just a sweet, little Baby Girl, huh?" Karen was overwhelmed with shame and humiliation, from both the defeat and being stripped nearly naked, in front of a jeering mob, of petty thieves, hookers and junkies. No wonder she hated Linda to remind her of her disgrace that way. By now, she did feel more like a helpless baby girl, than the brisk competent Captain of "A" Wing. A baby girl who wanted to run away and hide. Indeed, Karen was so scared, she did try to run, forgetting about the trousers tangled around her ankles. She sprawled full-length on the floor, again. There was a roar of laughter from the inmates. Linda shook her head almost sadly at Karen's predicament. She knelt down beside the sprawling Correction Officer and pulled the trousers off Karen's ankles. She had to take the one remaining shoe off, too. Karen was in such a state of shock and so embarrassed, that she just lay helplessly still. She wanted to stop Linda, more than anything, but how? She was too hurt to move, and scared witless of crossing Linda. Now, all Karen had left, to veil that superb womanly form, was her little, white, anklet socks, her frilly bra, and those adorable, little, pink-silk panties. The prisoners were getting excited, and one yelled "Take it off! Take it off! Take it ALL off!" Then they all took up the chant. Linda felt pretty damn good. She knew she would become a legend in Caldwell, the inmate who beat up a Correction Officer Captain, and stripped off her uniform. Aroused by the cheers, she thought. "What the hell! Why not go all the way?" "Who wants to see our sweet, little Captain Matthews naked?" "Yeah, yeah! We all do!" The crowd of inmates cheered. "O.K. then! You got it!" Linda reached under Karen's back and unhooked her bra. Karen looked up into Linda's face so close to her own, in mute appeal. Her big, blue eyes pleading, her full, lower lip quivering, enchantingly. "Just relax and enjoy it, Baby Girl, and you won't get hurt, too much!" Linda told her, as she pulled Karen's bra off. Karen's breasts were exceptionally large even for so big a woman, but they were very firm and shapely. They jiggled a little as Karen trembled in shame, but even on her back, they stood proudly erect. They were topped by the most adorable, sharp, pinkish-tan nipples. Linda traced her finger around a nipple, and Karen flinched, and squeaked in terror. No girl ever touched her there before, and Karen hated it! When Linda turned her attention to Karen's panties, Karen desperately tried to cover up her bountiful, bosomly treasures. That annoyed Linda and she pinned Karen's arms above her head again. That position not only emphasized the firm glory of her nude bosom, but showed off her long flat stomach, offset by that angelic little bellybutton. Several inmates started yelling. "The panties, take the screw bitch's panties off her!" Linda looked down at Karen and shrugged. "Sorry Baby Girl, but ya gotta give the public what it wants!" She released Karen's pinned arms. Karen gasped fearfully, when Linda put her thumbs in the elastic top of her silk briefs, and very slowly, teasingly slid them down, further and further, until they just teasingly covered Karen's most intimate treasure. Karen pulled her legs up, and tried to prevent Linda from going any further, but Linda slapped her thigh. The slap was as hard as the ones to her face before, and Karen let her legs go flat, again. Karen turned her head toward the wall whimpering, as Linda, oh so slowly, bared her gold-fringed, tightlipped, little pussy. Karen couldn't help herself, she swiftly moved to cover her denuded genitalia. Linda breathed. "Bad Baby Girl!" But she left Karen's hands where they were for now, because that girlish modesty in the grown woman, was so cute and just emphasized her nudity, all the more. Meanwhile, Linda slid the panties down the ripe, strong, plumply-configured, white thighs, and over the strong muscles of her calves. Linda tossed the panties to the crowd. They would be hidden and never found by the guards and would become famous. For years, bits of ragged cloth were claimed to be a scrap from Captain Karen Matthew's celebrated pink panties. Linda snickered. "I never realized what a nice body you have, especially for a screw. I'm sure glad you showed it to me!" She whispered so only Karen could hear. "I'll tell you a secret Baby Girl. You're better looking than any of the inmates!" Linda noticed, the little socks were still on Karen's feet. "Well I guess, after you've lost everything else, you look kind of silly with just those on!" She pulled Karen's socks off too. The prisoners were cheering madly. At this moment, two of the guards slipped quietly out of the room. The prisoners were so engrossed in the humiliation of the imperious Correction Officer Captain, nobody noticed. In this near-hostage situation, they didn't sound the general alarm; that could be too dangerous. They went directly to the Warden's office. Maxine was beside herself, as she waited for the strike force to assemble. It would be fifteen minutes or more, before she could launch a rescue attempt. There was no telling what they might do to Karen in that time. "Oh that foolish girl! Why did she let herself, get into this?" Karen was wondering, the same thing! Linda was savoring the pleasure of further humiliating and tormenting her gorgeous, nude, Correction Captain. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. She played with Karen's large titties. She lightly pinched her pale nipples. "Oh, you like it, don't you? Your nipples are so hard already?" Much, as she hated Linda's fingers touching her, Karen couldn't help her nipples stiffening at Linda's skillful massaging touch. Fear played its part too. It was so degrading! Linda worked her way down Karen's body. She was quite skillful from long practice. Her fingers didn't miss a single sensitive spot on that big, beautiful, white body. It was, as though, she had a map of Karen's erogenous zones, in her head. Karen hated it, but her body couldn't resist. She wriggled and squirmed! The prisoners smirked and licked their lips, seeing the screw captain's all too obvious distress. Her big breasts heaved, as she panted in reluctant response. Finally, Linda worked her fingers down to that most private part of her beautiful, blond Correction Officer's anatomy. Karen desperately pressed her meaty thighs as tightly together as she could get them. Linda lightly fluffed Karen's blond pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed, but not shaved at all. "Ooh you sure have a hairy little snatch, don't you Baby Girl?" As she said it, Linda spread Karen's thighs apart. Her legs felt all weak and watery, and Karen couldn't keep them together, hard as she tried. Linda began rubbing and playing with Karen's plump pubic mound, sometimes grabbing it tight, then letting it go, sometimes just brushing the sensitive labia with her finger tips. Karen couldn't do anything, but wriggle and moan. She wanted to shout. "Get away from me, you dirty bitch!" But she was too scared. More tears ran down her dirty smudged face. Her face had long since, lost all its stern air of authority, and except for that incredibly womanly body, she looked like a scared, little girl. By now, Karen's sweet pussy was dripping wet, It was monstrous to be pawed like this against her will, but much as she hated it, Linda was skillful, and physically Karen couldn't resist her. Maybe too, a part of her responded to being beaten, humiliated and dominated. That was Linda's guess, and she was quite an expert in those matters. Oh, but to have another woman, one of the inmates, supposedly under her firm control, doing these terrible things, to the very most private part of her, was the worst thing that had ever happened to Karen. Linda played with her, and fondled her, as though she was a big helpless, queen-sized Barbie Doll, as though Linda outright owned her. Then Karen felt it! Lying on her back, she couldn't see Linda's hands. She didn't need to see them to know, though. Linda slyly parted those pouting pussy lips, and slid her middle finger right inside her. Karen's hips bounced off the floor in shock. "Lie still, Baby Girl!" "No, no! Please!" Karen wept, but Linda slid her finger all the way into that sweet little pussy, and started finger-fucking the helpless Correction Officer. "Oh God help me? She's raping me!" In spite of her terrible horror, of Linda's invasive fingers, Karen's generous breasts heaved and trembled, and her big hips wriggled like a pair of scared puppy-dogs, stroked by a stern, demanding mistress. "See I knew you'd like it, Baby Girl!" Linda giggled. "I d-don't like it! I hate it! Leave me alone!" Karen cried, hopelessly. Linda ignored Karen's frightened, heartfelt protest. "Wouldn't you like to do that to me?" "NO!" "Oh, I think you would, Baby Girl!" With her free hand Linda unzipped her jeans and took Karen's hand. She slid the Correction Officer's trembling hand inside her waistband. Linda wasn't wearing any panties under her jeans. That was a violation of prison regulations, but today, Captain Matthews wasn't in any position to do anything about it! Linda forced Karen's captive hand against her pussy. Ooh, it was all wet and sticky! Karen didn't like that! She didn't like it at all, but it didn't matter, what Karen liked, now! It really only mattered what Linda liked! "That's good!" Linda moaned. "Go on, you little pussy slave, put your fingers in there, nice and easy!" Scared as she was of Linda, Karen just couldn't bring herself to put her fingers in the other girl's gooey, wet pussy. She couldn't, until Linda pressed her thumbnail into the center of her wrist. That was so terribly painful that Karen yelped loudly. "Oh stop?" She wept, but now, she obediently let Linda coerce her into sliding her reluctant fingers inside that horrible, wet, gaping place. Karen was very straight-laced, from a religious background. She had rarely succumbed to doing this for herself, just enough, to know what to search for in another woman. Karen was soon fingering Linda, in a most satisfactory manner. She hated herself! It wasn't long before, both inmate and Correction Officer climaxed. Linda came first. She was more excited. Doing this to a beautiful, helpless Correction Officer, a Captain to boot, one she'd just beaten the snot out of, was the most exciting thing that she'd ever done. She'd get off thinking about it, for years to come. But she soon got Karen off, too. It wasn't long before, Captain Karen thrashed and moaned in surrender to that stern possessive hand. After she had a moment to recover from the shattering rape experience, Karen looked up at her tormentress, fearfully. "Please let me go, now?" Karen tearfully begged. "Y-you've had your fun! I won't ever bother you again! Honest I won't! Honest and truly!" Linda laughed at Karen's pathetic pleading. "All in good time, Baby Girl! Just one more thing! You've been a really bad, little baby girl! I think, you need to be punished! Remember what you were going to do to me, before? What you need is a good spanking, yourself, so you'll remember not to be bad, ever again!" "Oh no! Linda, please, please don't?" For the first time, Karen called the girl by her first name, contrary to policy. It was a sign of how low, the mighty Correction Captain had fallen. Linda was adamant, though. "No. I'm sorry Baby Girl; it's for your own good!" "Oh, why doesn't she stop calling me Baby Girl? I hate it so much! It's so demeaning!" Linda grasped Karen's arm and guided the weeping blond to her feet. "I want you to lean over and grab hold of your ankles!" Linda ordered "'Wha'?" "You heard me! Do it! Quick! Quick, Baby Girl! Like a little bunny!" As she snapped out the order, Linda picked up Karen's discarded trousers, and pulled the belt from the loops. "Oh no! Not with that! Please?" Karen wailed. But scared as she was of being spanked with that horrible uniform belt, by now, Karen was even more scared of Linda. Abjectly, the tall, full-bodied, Correction Officer Captain leaned over, and grasped her ankles, in terrified obedience to the smaller, younger inmate. It was hard to do, because Karen's oversized breasts, pressing against her meaty thighs, kept getting in the way. Karen's back was to the prisoners, and they watched in delight, as the haughty Captain Matthews wiggled her big, naked bottom around, until she got a grip on her ankles. Now, her plump bottom-cheeks, so nicely rounded and firmly-packed, jutted out boldly, for their inspection. More enticing even, was the way, her delightful, little pussy peeped out from between the tops of her sturdy, solidly-shaped thighs. Her long, blond hair fell in a pool on the dirty floor. Every screw should look so good! Linda doubled up the belt, and tried it in the air a couple of times. Then she positioned herself just right, taking care she didn't cut off anyone's view of poor Karen's bare ass waving in the air. Even the two guards held their breath, waiting! The belt whistled through the air and snapped painfully against Karen's big bottom. "Oowwwwo!" Karen wailed. "Stop, pleaaaaseee!" "One!" Linda counted. She raised her arm and waited, letting the suspense build. Poor Karen gritted her teeth, waiting. Finally. "Whack!" The impact was audible throughout the room. "Oooow, pllleeasse, please!" "Two!" Linda intoned, and again waited a moment. It went on like that, over and over. First the whistle of the strap, then the loud crack as the belt struck pump flesh, then Karen's agonized wails and pleas for no more, then Linda's calm voice counting the number of the stroke. After the count of twenty-five, Linda paused to inspect Karen's punished bottom cheeks. They were blazing scarlet, the color of raw beef. Oh was she done? Karen prayed it was over! She couldn't stand any more, yet she didn't dare let go of her ankles. No, it wasn't over! Poor Karen! Whistle! Crack! Shrill scream! "Twenty-six!" Linda reached thirty-three, when suddenly the Strike Force erupted into the room, catching the enthralled prisoners, completely by surprise. They swiftly cordoned off the two guards, protectively, and rapidly rounded up the surprised inmates. Before the Strike Force Officers got to Karen, though, Linda had one more unpleasant surprise for the unfortunate Correction Captain. When Karen tried to straighten up, Linda grabbed her by the arms, and pulled her up close. Karen did her best to fight Linda off, but she was too weak, by now. Linda kissed her hard, right on the mouth Karen's big blue eyes opened wide in renewed terror. She couldn't get loose, though, until one of the strike team clipped Linda on the head from behind. As Linda fell, Karen heard her whisper. "It's been fun, BABY GIRL!" "SHUT-UP! SHUT-UP!" Karen screamed in her mind, as she crumpled in a broken heap, on the dirty prison floor. Karen was taken by stretcher to the infirmary, sobbing and whimpering, half out-of-her-mind, at what Linda had done to her. The Warden was one of the first into the room, and she caught a glimpse of her most respected, Correction Officer Captain, stark naked, compliantly bending over, obediently holding her ankles and meekly waggling her big, blazing, bare behind in the air, so an inmate could wail the tar out of her, with her own belt. She'd seen the sick terror in Karen's big, blue eyes, too, when Linda insolently kissed her, good-by. The sight made Maxine sick to her stomach. It was a Warden's worst nightmare! More than that, Maxine had come to think of Karen almost as a daughter. Later that day, in the infirmary, the Warden officially interviewed Karen. As she listened to the girl's sad, tearful story, Maxine tried to make a difficult decision. When Karen finished, she looked up at Maxine, with those hurt, dazed, big, blue eyes, and whimpered. "She kept calling me Baby Girl, Baby Girl! Oh I hated that so!" Maxine shook her head sympathetically, but sadly. The wise, old Warden had seen the same thing, Linda and her friends saw. She had made her decision! The sharks had scented blood! She must act swiftly! If she didn't get this girl out of Caldwell immediately, one morning they'd find Karen's nude body stuffed into some dumpster or broom closet, gang- raped to death. Back in her office, the Warden sorrowfully ordered Captain Karen Matthews suspended from duty, pending a Disciplinary Hearing. Then, she wrote up a recommendation for the Hearing Board, that the Correction Officer, in question, be transferred to duty away from all and any contact with prisoners. The Board in time concurred with the Warden's recommendation. Next, Maxine acted equally swiftly, to undo some of the damage, Karen's foolhardy bravado caused. She wanted to throw the book at Linda, but that would only make matters worse. She wasn't about to wash Caldwell's dirty laundry in a public court room, if she could help it. She had Linda brought to her office in a straight jacket, and interviewed her in private. Much as it went against her grain, she made a deal with the nasty inmate. After all, even though Linda was a bitch, she wasn't too mean or vindictive. She hadn't killed Karen or crippled her. There were many worse bullies, waiting to take Linda's place. In her heart, Maxine blamed Karen for what happened, although it saddened her to do it. Linda's official punishment would be minimal. Thirty days in solitary, then return to "A" Wing. The Warden carefully pointed out, that for what Linda did, she could get at least five years added to her time. That option would be open for some time, until the Statute of Limitations ran. If Linda was extremely cooperative, that might not be necessary! Before she called to have Linda removed from her office, Maxine added a little unofficial punishment to the solitary. She flung the straight- jacketed Linda down across her desk, and pulled her jeans down around her legs. She picked up the eighteen-inch, metal ruler that was never absent from her desk. Maxine got a good grip and went to work. She counted the strokes slowly. Linda moaned and yelped, but never cried or begged. "Tough Bitch!" Maxine thought a little grudgingly. When Maxine reached "thirty-three," she paused. I believe, that was the number of strokes, you gave that poor unfortunate girl, this morning!" Linda thought the Warden was done, but with savage swiftness Maxine struck twice more. "Just so you don't think you came out ahead!" Linda got the message. "A" wing became the best behaved block in Caldwell. So, in a way Captain Karen Matthews achieved her goal in accepting Linda's challenge. Though not in the way she anticipated! Epilog After three months suspension, without pay, Captain Matthews was transferred to an administrative post, in the Central Office of the Corrections Department. Everyone there had heard the story, of course. Karen had to endure the snickers and innuendoes of male colleagues, and some women too. Even her own temporary secretary, Tina, a hard-eyed eighteen-year-old, with knowing eyes, would sometimes look at her, so boldly and speculatively, that Karen would shiver apprehensively. Tina had just spent two years in one of the Department's girl's reformatories. Her job as Karen's secretary was part of a "rehab" program. Karen supposed Tina, like everyone else, knew why she was in Central Office, now. One morning, about a year later, Karen came into the office glowing excitedly. Later that morning, she had a meeting scheduled with that handsome, new attorney in Legal Affairs, and she was hoping he'd ask her out to lunch. She could tell, he was interested. Instead of her uniform, that morning, Karen wore a very expensive, tailored, light-gray suit, with skirt cut daringly short. Underneath, was her newest, most expensive, matching lingerie set, with the garter belt attached to sheer, black nylons. Her frilly, white blouse was just tastefully low enough, to glimpse a hint of cleavage. Her blond hair was much shorter now, and she'd stopped off on the way to work, and had it set in an exciting and becoming new style. She knew she looked absolutely gorgeous! Before the meeting, Karen called Tina in to dictate some letters. As Tina sat by her desk taking shorthand, Karen, in her excitement, carelessly uncrossed her legs, exposing the top of her black nylons, and a touch of the creamy full-fleshed thigh, above them. Tina glanced down. She was sitting close enough to her boss, to put her hand on Karen's leg, and boldly slide her fingers upward, until she brushed Karen's silken panties. She gave Karen's full, upper thigh, a hard, painful squeeze, let go and went back to her shorthand, as though nothing happened. In shock, for a moment, Karen couldn't believe it happened, but she knew, all too well, it had. She began to tremble like a leaf. Karen pushed her chair back, as far away from Tina as she could get, in the cramped space behind her desk. "How dare you! Why, you Nasty Brat! I'll have you fired! That's harassment!" Karen tried her best, to snap authoritatively, but Tina heard her boss's voice quaver, and saw her deliciously-full, lower lip tremble. Tina's knew her hunch was right. Tina brazenly grinned at Karen! On a junior level, Tina had been a dom in the joint, too. Now, she loved to have her toes sucked! She'd heard the rumors, and behind that brisk air of competence and authority, Tina could spot the reluctant sub, in her tall, full-figured boss, a mile away. The reluctant ones were always the most fun! They couldn't do anything, to stop you, but they always hated it so! Oh, and a full-grown, mature woman, too! With the most incredible body, Tina ever saw! Tina was sick of those little kids in "juvie"! A Corrections Officer Captain, to boot! Tina couldn't wait! Her toes tingled, already! "Listen, I'll stop by your apartment tonight, after work. Oh, and Karen Honey, BE THERE!" Until this minute, Tina had always respectfully called Karen, "Captain Matthews!" Tina sauntered out. At the door, she paused, and blew Karen, an insolent kiss. Then she was gone! Karen was shocked, speechless! Oh, how she wanted to tell that nasty, insolent, little bitch off, in no uncertain terms, but she just couldn't screw up the courage, to do it! After Tina left, Karen couldn't stop shaking. She tried to stand up, but her legs turned to jelly, and trembled so, she was afraid she'd fall. She was perspiring so freely, that her new hair-do, as well as her crisp, frilly, white blouse, both just wilted. There were unsightly, dark circles under the arms of her light-gray jacket, visible for all to see. Correction Officer Captain Karen Matthews flung her head down on her desk, buried her face in her arms, and sobbed with the tragic abandon of a scared, broken-hearted BABY GIRL! The End.