a liability.
The matron stood directly in front of the girl and quickly ran her fingers through the girl's hair, lingering in its long, blonde tresses, almost in a caress. Next, she ran her fingers along the girl's skin, up her arm to her armpits.
'Turn around, kick off your thongs, and pick up your feet one at a time,' she commanded as she stepped slightly away from the girl.
Vivian did as she was told, convinced that the matron was just doing her job. So far, she had found the search degrading, but nothing like the humiliation she had been subjected to at the hands of the men.
'Now bend over and spread the cheeks of your ass,' the matron ordered when the girl was finished. Of all the jobs this woman did at the prison, this was her favorite.
Vivian wanted desperately to resist this insanity. She was innocent of any crime, and a woman of standing in her country; why did she have to be searched in such a perverse manner?
'Don't question my authority,' the matron spat as she pushed the girl with a heavy-handedness that warned of the true strength she possessed.
Vivian's response was to instantly do as she was commanded. She had experienced enough violence in the course of the last day to know that she wanted to avoid it at all possible costs. Her body wasn't built for the endurance of pain; she was sleek and delicate. Her long fingers grasped the cheeks of her own ass and spread them to the view of another woman.
It was all the matron could do to keep from gasping as the girl exposed the full beauty of her sore pussy and asshole. It was obvious from the swelling and dripping from her crotch, that she had been well fucked recently, but this did little to impede the natural beauty of her cuntlips and the way the skin flowed so smoothly from her twat to form her perfect ass. The matron was looking forward to dipping her fingers as deeply as she could into the girl's soft wet hole, and probing about until her own curiosity was satisfied as to whether or not the girl was worth putting the make on.
What's going to happen to me now? Vivian thought to herself as she felt the hands of the matron touch the top of her ass and slowly trickle across the skin, inching downward across her asshole and lingering on the tight, sensitive area between it and her pussy. Somehow, even this woman's touch made her skin tingle.
The softness of the girl's skin excited the matron. The girl was young and beautiful, everything she had always wished for herself, but had never been able to do anything about. The excitement turned to anger as she thought of this girl being able to get whatever she wanted just because she was so lovely, when for all of her own life she had been forced to work for everything. She increased the pressure of her fingers as she moved closer to the girl's pussy, lingering on her lips, giving them a sharp pinch before she savagely shoved two of her fingers into the hot hole.
'Ouch!' Vivian screamed as she leaned forward in an instinctive response, trying to avoid the fingers that were stimulating her. Why am I turned on by such repulsive sex acts? she asked herself in despair as the finger finally pushed into the mouth of her cunt and began to probe deeply.
The matron bent over, down behind the girl, and watched as her fingers moved in and out of the dripping pussy. The vibrant pinkness of the inner skin, combined with the sticky warmth, added to her brewing fury.
Vivian was shocked at the way she had to fight her hips to keep them from revolving as the matron's finger probed deeper and spread the lips of her pussy.
'There's nothing in there except a lot of cum!' the matron hissed as she removed her fingers from the dripping hole. She wanted to hurt the American girl. The men from the Procuraduria had told her she was the daughter of a United States Senator who had framed an innocent Mexican woman for a crime she hadn't committed. This girl was the symbol of everything she had never been able to have, and her jealousy was rising quickly to the surface in the form of vengeful infliction of pain. Without warning she rammed her fingers into the girl's extremely tender asshole.
'Oh, please stop!' Vivian begged as two of the woman's probing fingers pushed as deeply as they could into her ass. The tender, hurting muscle gave way to the brutal assault, reminding her of the penetrating cock that had made her climax as it reamed away before it shot a load of sperm deep into her bowels.
The matron cruelly thrust a third finger into the girl's finger-filled asshole, turned on by her total dominance over the blonde.
Vivian fought the urge to shove back against the piercing fingers. It was embarrassing enough to have to submit to such a degrading search, let alone have the woman know she was becoming aroused by the depraved act.
'There's nothing in there but more cum,' the matron sighed as she withdrew her fingers from the girl's ass. She was sure that the prisoner was hurt and humiliated. She wanted to make the girl turn around and eat her pussy until she came, but knew that there wasn't enough time at the moment. In a short while she had to get the girl admitted and get back to the main desk for the changing of the guard.
Vivian sighed with relief as she stood up: she was happy that she had been able to hide her sexual response from the matron. Still, she was alarmed at the way her physical desires were able to make her feel things she didn't really want to feel.
'All right, you little bitch,' the matron said as she moved over to the bins and pulled down a set of prison clothing for the girl, 'you are now in the custody of the women's section of the Carcel Preventiva. Put these clothes on and do as you are told.' She finished by throwing the clothing at the girl.
Vivian hurriedly picked up the clothing from the floor where it had landed, and dressed. The worn jeans and coarse shirt were ill-fitting. Both were too big, but at least they covered her body. The memory of the fine clothing in her closets at home and in the school at Bogota shot into her mind. There were many things she would treasure now that she had once spumed and worn only once at most.
The matron watched as the girl finished putting on her thongs. Even though the clothing she had given Vivian was too big, she could still see the girl's raw beauty and charm. There was nothing she could do to the girl that would ever change that.
Vivian followed the matron as she led her out of the room down the corridor and past the main desk where some other female guards were gathering. She felt the eyes of every woman they passed upon her in her rag-tag outfit. Still, she had little time to think or look around her as the matron continued to lead the way through a part of the prison that housed the other women inmates. On each side of the long hall were longer and wider corridors, each covered with a cold steel gate. They stopped in front of one that had a large O painted on the concrete wall. She watched as the guard took her large ring of brass keys from her belt and unlocked the heavy door, sliding it back with ease. She followed the woman and stood in front of a cell while it was unlocked. She entered without being told and listened to the lonely sound of being locked into place. She was in her new home.
The matron departed without a word.
Vivian looked about the small cell with its two bunks on the wall. It was dingy and depressing. The top bunk was made, so Vivian climbed into the lower one and allowed herself to fall off into the restful sleep of exhaustion.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vivian awoke to the soft caress of another woman's hand on her face. The soft touch felt good, so different from the brutal handling she had experienced so far. She opened her eyes and looked into the burning brown eyes of a lovely Mexican woman. It was all she could do to keep from gasping with surprise.
'Oh, baby, did they hurt you?' the other woman asked, her voice husky with emotion as she continued to run her fingers lightly over the girl's lovely features.
'Who are you?' Vivian asked the glamorous woman sitting next to her. Her long raven hair flowed like a river to her waist and her skin was coppery and alive with energy. The touch of her light caressing fingers soothed some of the hurt she was feeling.
'I am Rosita… a murderess and your cellmate,' the girl answered as she continued with the delicate massage.
A murderess… Up until now Vivian had lived with only the finest types of people, but now she was forced to
