Since taking command of the Filipino woman’s correctional facility, I had introduced a new all black leather winter uniform consisting of belted, zippered and epauletted leather motor cycle jackets, back zippered leather skorts and stiletto-heeled knee-high leather boots. While not entirely practical in the 80 degree plus temperatures, the effect was most impressive; striking fear into the prisoners and desire into my groin. With 30 guards to inspect and 30 shapely biker-jacketed and skorted women to primp, preen, straighten and adjust, morning roll call was the hardest job I faced every morning.

In the six months I had been in charge, I had disrobed and fucked all 30 of the guards at one point or another; four of them in one session and sixteen of them on several different occasions. My favourite fuckbuddy was a girl called Bebs. But Bebs had had an ‘accident’ and wouldn’t be coming back to the prison any time soon. I suspected the dark hand of a guard called Shirley in Bebs' misfortune. Shirley was a big girl, not unattractive, but brutal to the prisoners and anyone else she didn’t like. Having only been fucked by me once - immediately before Bebs short-lived ascendancy as Number One Fuck, Shirley had a king-sized chip jostling for space with the chrome stud on her leather contoured shoulder.

I went along the line, straightening a zipper here and snapping a lapel into place there as per usual. Finally, I came to Shirley. Her cruel, over-made up face looked implacably insolent as I ratcheted the zipper under her left breast smartly through the four or five teeth she had failed to secure properly before roll call. I saw her lip tremble slightly as I did so.

“Staff dismissed!” I shouted, 30 leather clad backsides turning as one and 30 tightly packed leather bodies beginning to vanish through the twin doors of my office.

“Not so fast, Shirley! I need you to stay behind for a few minutes”, I said. Turning her haughty coal black eyes towards me, Shirley negotiated her way out of the line and, hips swinging provocatively in her impossibly tight leather skorts, sashayed insolently towards my desk.

“Take a seat”, I said, placing a hand on her firm, black leathered bum and pushing her towards the black leather sofa in the corner. She sat down heavily, leather creaking on leather as she sank into the sofa in an undignified heap.

“Do you want a drink?” I said holding up a bottle of J&B scotch. Shirley nodded her assent. I poured us two drinks and sat down beside her.

“Shirley, I’ve been hearing a lot of complaints about the way you mistreat the prisoners”, I said. “But, sir, I am only doing my job!”, she protested, a flash of outrage illuminating the inky black evilness of her heavily mascaraed eyes.

“That’s OK”, I said. “What I really wanted to talk to you about was Bebs. Now that she’s gone, I’ll need someone to be my eyes and ears out there. More importantly, I’ll need someone to be my lips, tits and cunt in here.” As I said this, I pulled her closer to me, pushing us both still deeper into the sofa.

“Sir, what are you doing!” rasped Shirley in her thick Filipino accent. “Well, to start with I’m doing this, I said, rubbing my hand on her magnificent black leathered breasts.

.Anticipating the fun and games ahead, Shirley gave a long, low animal grunt of pleasure “And after that I’m doing this”, I said, unzippering the tight black leather skorts and starting to slide them down from her ample hips and onto her leather-booted knees

She was good and wet, was Shirley, her bushy minge glistening with the signs of her obvious arousal and excitement.

“Fuck me, please, sir, fuck me!” groaned Ruby, her eyes rolling back into her head as I rammed my tongue deep into her throat. “Please, sir, please, fuck me like I’ve never been fucked since the last time you took me. Sir, I love you so much!” I was, of course, delighted to oblige, brutally flipping her over onto her front and ramming and re-ramming my stiff cock in between her tightly tethered meaty thighs. Her pussy indescribably slick and slippery with come, Shirley cried out in orgasm and collapsed face down on the sofa, all passion spent.

Pausing only to move onto her back and unzip the leather to let her huge brown nippled, over-ripe breasts flop free, Ruby moved her mouth onto my cock and began to lick and suck.

Ready to explode, I pulled out, sending an eruption of thick, hot come into Ruby’s startled face. “Ai No Koh!”, she yelled angrily. “Why you do that to me! Why you treat me like fucking whore, you bastardo!”. The impact of her anger was somewhat lessened by the long strand of white jizz that clung gamely to her jet black hair.

“Because you are a fucking whore”, I hissed. She came at me then, her breasts flopping as she tried to strike out at me. Effectively hobbled by the leather skorts around her knees, Shirley’s resistance was as frenzied as it was futile. Then as suddenly as her anger had began it subsided. A look of dumb incomprehension spreading across her features as the rohipnol with which I had spiked her drink began to take effect. Her heavy, leather skorted and booted body slid back into the sofa and Shirley’s eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out.

When Shirley came to, she found her arms bound tightly behind her back by her leather jacket and her knees pinioned together by her leather skorts. :I swear I will kill you for this, puta!” she snarled, hot tears of anger causing her mascara to run in hot molten rivulets down her red with anger cheeks.

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be killing anyone anytime soon, Ruby”, I said. “If anyone is going to wake up dead it will be you. Now get up!” I manhandled the once invincible wardress up from the sofa and pushed her towards the door of the office with the barrel of my gun.

Black leather jacketed arms pinioned behind her back, black leather skorts around her knees and still woozy from the rohipnol, Ruby half tottered, half staggered towards the door. Tears streamed down her come-stained face as she tried and failed to cover her nakedness.

I opened the door and shoved her through into the corridor outside. “Where are you taking me? What are you going to do to me?” her voice trembled as fear began to overcome the effects of her Mickey Finn. “Please, I will give you anything – everything - you ask for, Sir, only do not harm me.”

“Please, Sir, please, I beg you” sobbed Shirley, her dignity nothing more than a distant memory as I poked and prodded her towards the lifer’s wing. Sensing the many old friends and victims she was going to meet on the other side of the heavy steel door, Shirley brought forth a fresh round of sobs. “Please Sir, do not harm me! I will be your leather sex slave for the rest of my life!” Shirley wailed.

The thud of my boot making contact with Shirley’s backside as I kicked her into the cellblock felt truly wonderful. This is for what you did to Bebs”, I said as she sprawled on the squalid floor in a leathery heap.

No one moved to assist the wreckage of the once imperious Shirley as I opened the observation flap to watch her get her come-uppance. A stream of prisoners circled her inexorably. Slowly but surely one or two of the braver inmates began to move closer to their one-time torturer. Shirley’s sobs became a loud piercing scream which ended as quickly as the cellblock door’s soundproofed flap slammed home.