Brenda grew nervous as the light around her grew stifled and dramatically orange hued. She was really going through with this! As the hand holding her slid past Ellie’s meager chest, the trapped body heat began to penetrate Brenda’s shivering form, warming her up. The wizard had warned her that a smaller body was more susceptible to the air, but she hadn’t thought her situation would be as dire as it was.

            However, despite the relief Ellie’s body heat brought to the older women, she couldn’t help but feel revolted at the source. Sharing another’s warmth, it was just too intimate for Brenda. It was as if the younger woman were embracing her entire person and suffusing it with her very essence. The ex-crime boss had been prepared for the violation of being crammed into this young thing’s twat, but not this.

            Nervously, Ellie brought the queen bitch down to her crotch. She felt so exposed, lying down on another person’s bed with her hand down her jumper and an open cell door not six feet away. She was sure Brenda had arranged everything so that no one would interrupt them, she was well known for being meticulous, but she hadn’t thought to ask her. What if she’d made an oversight? What if another inmate walked in on her? Worry pounded through the teens mind, as well as excitement.

            The stench of female musk reached Brenda long before she was brought between Ellie’s legs, unsettling the older woman. She had been very meticulous in choosing her smuggler, bypassing many other choices for one as favorable as this. Though Ellie had been in Balton Penitentiary a year and a half longer than Brenda, she had remained a nobody. She hadn’t sided with any of the major clicks, nor had she tried to form her own group. She’d largely remained by herself, ducking any attention and remaining largely unnoticed. Brenda had taken this to mean that Ellie wasn’t a risk taker, and was unlikely to risk back stabbing someone as terrifying as herself.

            However, that didn’t necessarily mean she was someone Brenda was willing to trust her life with. Several nobodies had already left Balton Penitentiary during her six month stay, but she’d bypassed them all. One had been too greedy, and likely would have held her hostage for a higher price. One had been a nymphomaniac, and the paranoid fear of being spirited away for sexual pleasure had terrified Brenda. Several had simply been too unpredictable and far too risky for Brenda to trust herself to, or simply on their period during their time of release. However, Ellie was none of those, or so Brenda had thought. However, as Ellie’s sex came into view and the true state of her arousal became apparent, Brenda feared she might have been wrong on one account.

            Surrounded by a field of curly, red hair was a cleft of ruffled flesh. Like ham sticking out of a hoagie, the inner labia protruded from the folds of her lips. The smells of musk and sweat radiated from the fleshy organ, as if it were a physical force seeking to drive Brenda back, and she couldn’t help but choke upon her revulsion. Whereas the warmth that had radiated from Ellie’s body had been intimate, the wave of heat which now attacked the older woman was something else, something predatory. It was like the damp breath of an animal on the hunt, or the lustful sigh of a randy whore. Who would have thought that another’s nethers could appear so intimidating? Brenda was having second thoughts, but she’d already come too far. The potion to restore her to her normal size was on the outside, waiting in Charleston for her. There was no turning back.

            Ellie’s breath was coming in short gasps as she hesitated, trying to sort through the thoughts and feelings which tumbled around in her skull. On the one hand, as far as sex went, Ellie was very inexperienced. Despite how freely the others girls at school had shared their bodies, the ex-runner had sought out a suitable partner, not some shallow fling. In total, she’d been with two different men, and perhaps had sex a dozen times. Hell, she didn’t even masturbate, choosing instead to spend her time in jail exercising. She was no whore, to anticipate sex with baited breath.

            But on the other hand, that also meant it was easy for Ellie to get excited. Since her pussy was starving for stimulation, the thought of receiving some was enough to work her into a frenzy on its own. However, there were other factors at play. There was a risk to this whole set up, the risk of being caught that added to the suspense of Ellie’s impending experience. There was also the exotic feeling of doing something deviant, cramming another living, breathing woman into her cunt. Since coming to prison, Ellie had had no control over her life, not even choosing when she went to sleep and woke up. Now she had control over the queen bitch of prison, and was about to humiliate her in the most intimate way possible. Ellie bit her bottom lip as a moan welled up inside of her, seeking to keep herself quiet. Her anticipation mounting, the girl crammed her free hand down her jumper and into her panties, using her middle and pointer finger to spread her pussy lips.

            As Ellie’s fingers spread her aching labia, Brenda couldn’t help but shudder at the sight. Long arcs of thick slime spider webbed between the two lips, tangling themselves upon the intruding fingers. Despite knowing better, Brenda couldn’t keep her eyes from focusing on the darkness that waited to consume her. A fleshy passage rested just before her, wide enough for her to crawl through. A small stream of arousal dribbled out of the bottom, trailing down the younger girl’s taint and towards her unseen anus.

                        Thank goodness she had cleared up that little misunderstanding earlier. Brenda still couldn’t believe Ellie had actually suggested that she ride in her back door. Imagine if the issue had never come up, and it hadn’t been until she was within the teen’s panties that the misunderstanding had become apparent. Brenda shuddered at the thought.

            Realizing that she was merely putting off the inevitable, Brenda took a deep breath, ignoring the earthy taste that entered her mouth upon inhaling. This was the only way by which she would achieve her freedom. This was the only way by which she could achieve her revenge. Releasing her breath in a sigh, Brenda crawled towards the dark opening before her.