Thread: Jail Camp (Prince x Slashed)

Rhys felt pity for Cory as he delivered the hard truth about life in the jail. The poor boy shivered and practically cried, lowering his head to his hands. Broken already and nothing had happened to him yet. And the horrified reaction at being told to strip. Many boys didn't like this part of intake, but he'd never seen one react with as much fear and resignation as Cory did. He had forgotten to take off the handcuffs, but the orange prison shirt was designed to be removed over handcuffs with snap buttons on the sides. Cory fumbled at it for a second, and Rhys was tempted to stand up and uncuff him to make things easier, when the shirt suddenly came off and a lacy bra popped into view. Rhys went still, eyes widening. For half a second he thought that maybe Cory was a transvestite and was just wearing a bra as a kink. Life would be tough for him, but an openly gay boy might strangely carve out a role in the camp that might make it manageable. Then he saw the perky breasts in the the cups and swallowed. They were small but definitely breasts and Cory was absolutely a girl. When he, no she, Rhys corrected himself now in his head, lowered her pants and revealed her lacy black panties the truth was absolute. There was no bulge in that tiny wisp of almost see-through cloth that hung from her skinny hips. He watched her undo her bra, which wound up hanging on her cuffed wrists, and swallowed again silently as those pert round breasts sprung into view, her pink areola were small and the nipples hard from her fear and the cold room. Her face was flushed red with embarrassment and she couldn't meet his eyes as she pulled her panties down and revealed the triangle of wispy blonde curls between her thighs. She stood now naked before him, quivering still with fear and eyes downcast. Her nubile body on display as she tried in vain to at least cover her sex partially with her hands and the bra. Rhys had been still, examining her in at first shock and now with a lustful curiosity. Having a naked, pretty sixteen year old girl standing feet away from him and completely at his mercy was a new experience for Rhys. He felt his pulse quicken as he realized how much power he held here. There wasn't even another guard in this building to hear her cry out. He examined every curve, the swell of her breasts heaving as she breathed hard, the nubs of her nipples, the bones of her hips and those long skinny legs. She was gorgeous and so exquisitely delicate. He'd been at the camp for a long stretch now with no relief of female companionship for himself and Cory was overloading his senses. He could feel his cock stirring. Her shyness and innocence were intoxicating and he felt his mind racing with possibilities. He forced his eyes away from her for a second to look at the papers again. Sure enough, the box marked female was checked at the top of the forms. He had never even thought to look as all he ever received were male prisoners. He wondered if this was just a clerical error and when, if ever, someone might notice. That wasn't so bad, was it Cory? he asked as his gaze returned to the trembling girl. He stood up and walked up to her, grabbing her wrist and raising her hands to unlock her cuffs. He took them and removed the bra caught on them. The cuffs clanked loudly on the hard concrete in the otherwise silent room as he dropped them. Now, turn around and stand still for a second so I can complete the visual examination, he ordered, and then added in a husky tone, And then I want you to bend over and place your hands on the chair so I can do the cavity search.