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As title implies, redux of an old thing that now looks badder than it has ever looked

They normally have only female workers manning women's jails to prevent unneeded sexual tension, but at times circumstances make it unnecessarily complicated, and bad luck added to them makes it an actual problem.

So was the case when they admitted a young male trainee in this prison's medical ward, due to insufficient female applicants and an overabundance of males. For weeks it worked fine, and it seemed like this small breach of protocol wouldn't carry any bad consequence – a hope well supported by the very progressive hierarchy of this establishment.

But then circumstances add up, and one time when the jail doctor gets called to take care of a particularly vicious psychopath in the women's prison of the county next door, as it's a quiet, slow day in this one... she didn't think much of calling in the trainee to look after the medical yard for just a few hours. There were two physicals scheduled, but they could be moved to the next day. Problem is, that young, stupid and horny trainee had indeed fallen victim to the sexual tension caused by mixity ; after just one hour of boredom and being in charge of the medical yard, he had completely lost his mind, and the little demon on his shoulder successfully represented him the situation as follows : you're in charge, and physicals are scheduled for today. Now champ, what does that amount to ??... come on, do it. You'll get some work done, and get to touch some girls almost naked...

« You sure you have to do that, kid ? » a surprised and suspicious head of security asked him as he called her to bring the designated prisoners one by one.

« It's on the schedule, » he answered showing her the paper. She shrugged.

Now what exactly did he have in mind ? Most likely, he didn't think things through and only considered the initial goal of getting to examine a few nearly naked prison girls all by himself... this thought made him feel all kinds of fuzzy and excited.

He was very awkward with the first woman, trembling, failing to do exactly what he had to do according to protocol, as she growled at him every time he attempted to touch her skin ; she must've not only been unhappy with being examined by a male, but also picked up on how unprepared he was to deal with a criminal intimidating him, continuing to growl and ignore his instructions until he sent her back to her cell basically unexamined.

Upset, angry with himself and feeling humiliated, the trainee was ready to call it off. But then he represented himself admitting that he had tried and failed to do the job. He would probably be terminated. Not to mention, those were PRISONERS... how come he didn't get to be in charge of them ? This, the demon on his shoulder told him, was very unfair, it was going against the decisions of multiple judges and juries across the country, and truly, could he just be a bit more assertive as he needed to be, and even was entitled to, he deserved to be as physical with the criminal scum as he wished... really, this failed first attempt should just make him more prepared, and vengeful. He called in the next one.

He felt even more flustered seeing her enter, as he had the first lady. She had a disdainful expression on her face, looked even less willing to cooperate. He took a deep breath, tried not to stare at his feet, and recited the protocol, instructing her to strip off her uniform and lay down on the table. He had wanted it to sound confident, but it ended in a squeak.

She smirked, instantly making him blush much redder than he already was.

« This is an order, do it before I call security... » he spat out, waving the remote controller with which he could immediately send a few guards in ; he wasn't about to get humiliated this time.

« How about you do it for me, boy ? » she retorted, still with a sly smile on her face. He picked up his jaw from the floor, unable to think. The demon on his shoulder (or rather between his legs) just told him something like « go for it ». He moved slowly towards the slightly taller woman, slowly, hesitantly grabbing the zipper on her jumpsuit and pulling it down. He couldn't help but stare down, unable to comprehend his audacity. He was now completely out of his mind, facing the muscular woman's breast. He didn't hear the controller fall to the ground, as he reached for her flesh, trembling and drooling.

Then suddenly all changed, and even the demon whined, « huh, wake up, champ... »

A strong hand was gripping tightly around his neck, another one, pressed on his mouth, muffling a whimper. Two sadistic eyes were darting icey daggers into his.

« I hear one noise, bitch, and I break your neck... »

The wake up was brutal. He tried to step on the controller, hoping it would press the correct button. But she kicked him in the groin with her knee. Then dragged him to the operation table. After stuffing tissues in his mouth, she stripped him of his little uniform, then pinned him down on the floor, and hogtied him firmly using an electrical cable. She then taped his mouth.

The young, soft guy was no match for her grip and it all was happening so fast, he might've as well just let her do ; he shut his eyes praying to wake up from a bad dream. When he reopened them – in pain, as she kept tightening the knots – he was still miserably trussed up, almost naked, at the mercy of a hardened criminal.

« And now bitch, tell me... What happens if I use you as a meat shield ? They let me pass through or they shoot right through your worthless pelt ? »

« Hmmfhh... »

Description

As title implies, redux of an old thing that now looks badder than it has ever looked

They normally have only female workers manning women's jails to prevent unneeded sexual tension, but at times circumstances make it unnecessarily complicated, and bad luck added to them makes it an actual problem.

So was the case when they admitted a young male trainee in this prison's medical ward, due to insufficient female applicants and an overabundance of males. For weeks it worked fine, and it seemed like this small breach of protocol wouldn't carry any bad consequence – a hope well supported by the very progressive hierarchy of this establishment.

But then circumstances add up, and one time when the jail doctor gets called to take care of a particularly vicious psychopath in the women's prison of the county next door, as it's a quiet, slow day in this one... she didn't think much of calling in the trainee to look after the medical yard for just a few hours. There were two physicals scheduled, but they could be moved to the next day. Problem is, that young, stupid and horny trainee had indeed fallen victim to the sexual tension caused by mixity ; after just one hour of boredom and being in charge of the medical yard, he had completely lost his mind, and the little demon on his shoulder successfully represented him the situation as follows : you're in charge, and physicals are scheduled for today. Now champ, what does that amount to ??... come on, do it. You'll get some work done, and get to touch some girls almost naked...

« You sure you have to do that, kid ? » a surprised and suspicious head of security asked him as he called her to bring the designated prisoners one by one.

« It's on the schedule, » he answered showing her the paper. She shrugged.

Now what exactly did he have in mind ? Most likely, he didn't think things through and only considered the initial goal of getting to examine a few nearly naked prison girls all by himself... this thought made him feel all kinds of fuzzy and excited.

He was very awkward with the first woman, trembling, failing to do exactly what he had to do according to protocol, as she growled at him every time he attempted to touch her skin ; she must've not only been unhappy with being examined by a male, but also picked up on how unprepared he was to deal with a criminal intimidating him, continuing to growl and ignore his instructions until he sent her back to her cell basically unexamined.

Upset, angry with himself and feeling humiliated, the trainee was ready to call it off. But then he represented himself admitting that he had tried and failed to do the job. He would probably be terminated. Not to mention, those were PRISONERS... how come he didn't get to be in charge of them ? This, the demon on his shoulder told him, was very unfair, it was going against the decisions of multiple judges and juries across the country, and truly, could he just be a bit more assertive as he needed to be, and even was entitled to, he deserved to be as physical with the criminal scum as he wished... really, this failed first attempt should just make him more prepared, and vengeful. He called in the next one.

He felt even more flustered seeing her enter, as he had the first lady. She had a disdainful expression on her face, looked even less willing to cooperate. He took a deep breath, tried not to stare at his feet, and recited the protocol, instructing her to strip off her uniform and lay down on the table. He had wanted it to sound confident, but it ended in a squeak.

She smirked, instantly making him blush much redder than he already was.

« This is an order, do it before I call security... » he spat out, waving the remote controller with which he could immediately send a few guards in ; he wasn't about to get humiliated this time.

« How about you do it for me, boy ? » she retorted, still with a sly smile on her face. He picked up his jaw from the floor, unable to think. The demon on his shoulder (or rather between his legs) just told him something like « go for it ». He moved slowly towards the slightly taller woman, slowly, hesitantly grabbing the zipper on her jumpsuit and pulling it down. He couldn't help but stare down, unable to comprehend his audacity. He was now completely out of his mind, facing the muscular woman's breast. He didn't hear the controller fall to the ground, as he reached for her flesh, trembling and drooling.

Then suddenly all changed, and even the demon whined, « huh, wake up, champ... »

A strong hand was gripping tightly around his neck, another one, pressed on his mouth, muffling a whimper. Two sadistic eyes were darting icey daggers into his.

« I hear one noise, bitch, and I break your neck... »

The wake up was brutal. He tried to step on the controller, hoping it would press the correct button. But she kicked him in the groin with her knee. Then dragged him to the operation table. After stuffing tissues in his mouth, she stripped him of his little uniform, then pinned him down on the floor, and hogtied him firmly using an electrical cable. She then taped his mouth.

The young, soft guy was no match for her grip and it all was happening so fast, he might've as well just let her do ; he shut his eyes praying to wake up from a bad dream. When he reopened them – in pain, as she kept tightening the knots – he was still miserably trussed up, almost naked, at the mercy of a hardened criminal.

« And now bitch, tell me... What happens if I use you as a meat shield ? They let me pass through or they shoot right through your worthless pelt ? »

« Hmmfhh... »