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The Inmate.
🕑 Added 2020-03-11 03:10:51 +0000 UTCMatriarch Benezia T'soni won the poll this month so here she is, enjoying her life in prison a little too much.
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“Hello, miss Chase.”
Caroline Chase shivered as she stepped into the cell of the most dangerous woman in the galaxy, hearing the familiar, breathy voice of the inmate purr. She pursed her lips and brushed a hand over her blonde hair, pulled back in a tight ponytail. Whilst her inmate was voluptuous and mature, Chase was only twenty-two and was considerably thinner, her slim frame neatly covered by her prison guard uniform.
When she’d first been assigned to the Maximum-Security Wing, visiting the inmates had been terrifying, and to be honest it still was, but oddly this one woman made her nervous in an entirely different way. Asari Matriarchs were not to be trifled with, when one went bad it meant trouble of a kind you wanted to avoid. That was why all of the council races were more than happy to let the Asari Commandos and Justicars deal with rogue matriarchs, and just hoped the confrontation took place well away from their own territory. With Biotic power strong enough to crush skulls like paper and intelligence to outthink even the most experienced commanders, it wasn’t hard to understand why. There were three Matriarchs in alliance custody, each one in the most secure facilities possible, Caroline really wished she wasn’t stationed at one.
“Your letters.” Chase said simply, stepping up to the bin and dropping two small envelopes into it. She pushed it into the cell and watched as matriarch Benezia T’soni rose from her cot and retrieved the little envelopes. It was unheard of outside the prison for people to still use paper messaging, but the Maximum-Security Wing of the SSV Avalon was strictly low-tech, there were no computers whatsoever thanks to the technical geniuses that filled its cells. There was nothing to hack, nothing to reprogram. All the locks were manual, and every wall was laced with dampers for biotic powers. The only weak link were the guards, something Chase was uncomfortably aware of every time Benezia smiled at her.
“Liara.” Benezia said fondly, inspecting the first before slipping it behind the other. “And Jane… will you please stay so that I may reply to them?”
Caroline nodded and pulled a small pad of paper from her breast pocket, sitting outside the glass wall of the cell, ready to transcribe. She watched Benezia closely as she read the letters, a small sad smile coming to her beautiful face.
It had been almost two years since Benezia had been arrested by Commander Jane Shepard and tried for her involvement in a plot to wipe out all life in the galaxy. Predictably, despite both Benezia’s daughter and Shepard herself arguing in her defence that she had been indoctrinated, Benezia had been sentenced to life aboard the Avalon.
Caroline had expected to hate her, like she did all of the other inmates on her watch, but Benezia was so quiet and sad, and so very beautiful. Her heart went out to the gorgeous woman, doomed to live the rest of her life in this little cell. But there was another part that whispered for her to be careful. The woman on the other side of the glass was smarter, stronger, superior to her in every way. She couldn’t let her guard down, couldn’t afford to take the Matriarch’s sadness and politeness at face value.
“How are you today Miss Chase?” Benezia hummed, setting down her daughter’s letter and resting her dark eyes on Caroline.
“Fine, thank you. And you?”
“As well as can be expected.” Benezia smiled wryly. “The letters always raise my spirits… it is nice to hear from my daughter. She has gotten engaged.”
“Congratulations.”
“Yes… perhaps I will have some grandchildren after all. Not that I will get to meet them… not properly.”
“With your good behaviour I’m sure I could make a case for more visiting hours.” Caroline offered. “It’s not much.”
“It would be… greatly appreciated.” Benezia smiled, glancing down at the second letter and pursing her lips. “Hmmf.”
“What is it?”
“It… is Jane… Shepard rather. She apologises for not asking my permission before proposing.”
“Ah.” Caroline said awkwardly.
Benezia glanced at her. “What is it?”
“Isn’t it hard? The woman who imprisoned you marrying your daughter?” Caroline asked.
“I have no ill-will towards Shepard.” Benezia chuckled softly. “She saved me from a fate far worse than this. I may be incarcerated, but my mind is my own, and I am comfortable enough, and I have made a friend whose company I enjoy.”
Caroline’s cheeks flushed. So, Benezia thought of her as a friend? Why did that thought make her heart flutter with excitement? She smiled and bowed her head, trying to hid her blush. “I’m glad you feel that way. You’re not like the other inmates.”
“And you are not like the other guards.” Benezia smiled. “You have a kind heart; the others seem to think my incarceration is proof that I am a bad person.”
“You were mind-controlled.” Chase muttered.
“I was, but indoctrination does not erase free will, the things I did… I did them because I was made to want to.” The Matriarch’s voice was low and mournful, shame twisting her beautiful face. Caroline reached out and pressed her palm to the glass, Benezia smiled weakly and mirrored her. “If I had been controlled things might be easier. But I wanted to help Saren, I gave him my council, I suggested ways to advance his agenda… the blood on my hands, I have no one to blame but myself.”
“That’s nonsense.” Caroline scowled. “You would never have done any of it if you hadn’t been indoctrinated. Forcing you to want to do something is no different to forcing you to do it outright. It’s not your fault.”
Benezia eyed her for a moment before smiling and bowing her head. “You… are very kind, Caroline.”
“I just… I don’t believe you deserve to be here.”
Benezia stood, pale blue cheeks flushing darkly. She cleared her throat and brushed a long-fingered hand over her crest. Caroline swallowed as those dark, smouldering eyes locked on hers. “Caroline, may I ask… am I entitled to, ahem… conjugal visits?”
Caroline went very red. She nodded, voice catching in her throat. “Er… yes, yes you are.”
“And, the protocol for this?”
“Your visitor would have to be logged in, and fully checked.”
“You have been… logged in, and you’re not carrying anything that could possibly be dangerous.” Benezia asked softly, pressing her front against the glass. There was a pleading look on her face. Even under the loose, unflattering white uniform hugging her, Benezia was stunning. Her immense breasts pooled against the glass as she moved forwards, her wide, motherly hips rolled backwards, framing the delicious peach of her rear as it was pushed out behind her.
“Mrs T’soni!” Caroline gasped, glancing at the door behind them.
“Please Caroline.” Benezia breathed, “I’m a matriarch, I have needs. No one will know, it’s just the two of us here.”
“Mrs T’soni… I can’t… if anyone found out…”
“Caroline please.” Benezia bowed her head, cheeks burning and body trembling. “I need you. I swear on my life, I will do whatever you ask, take whatever steps you desire to be discrete. I will obey your every word, pleasure you however I can… I beg you, just come inside.”
“Mrs T’soni… it’s not that simple.” Caroline whined, fighting with every iota of willpower to restrain herself. Benezia looked even more gorgeous now she was shy and trembling, begging to please her. Somehow her usual dominant demeanour had faded away, and what was left was a beautiful old asari pleading for a moment’s bliss. How many times had Caroline wished to see those lovely eyes staring at her with such lust? How many times had she dreamed of that sultry, breathy voice rasping into her ear for more pleasure?
“I’ve seen how you look at me.” Benezia crooned, “I know you want me; I want you as well.”
“No-one can know.” Caroline hissed, “No-one!”
Benezia smiled comfortingly, stepping away from the glass. “I swear.”
Caroline pressed her palm to the lock. It flashed green. She stepped into the cell.
Benezia had retreated to the far wall, her back to her. She slowly reached and slipped her shirt over her head. Chase’s eyes followed the smooth blue curves of the Matriarch’s muscular back, as Benezia’s arms raised, she could see the edges of her breast even from behind her. Caroline was achingly hard, her cock straining against the front of her uniform.
She fumbled with her belt as Benezia bent, sliding her pants to her ankles, the perfect blue peach of her rear presented in all its glory to the furiously blushing guard. She grabbed Benezia’s hips hungrily, pressing snug against her rump and biting her lip as plump blue cheeks swallowed her bulge.
“My bra, dear?” Benezia breathed softly, leaning against her.
“Y… yeah, of course.” Chase nodded stupidly, clumsy fingers struggling with the tab at the back of Benezia’s prison-issue brassier. The thing was dropped casually aside by one of the Matriarch’s hands as the other took Caroline by the scalp and guided her down to her shoulder.
A low, rumbling purr emanated from Benezia’s throat as Caroline kissed and nibbled along her shoulder to her throat, finally kissing at her cheek before Benezia turned her head and took her into a gentle kiss.
“What are you waiting for?” Benezia’s voice asked softly, snapping Chase out of her stupor after the kiss broke. Caroline blinked and swallowed, unzipping her pants and letting her cock fall against the Asari’s rear. Benezia chuckled and curved her back, bracing her hands against the wall. She hummed in pleasant surprise as Chase pressed into her, the girl was quite well-endowed for a human.
As Caroline began to thrust into her, Benezia smiled, enjoying how the girl’s hands attacked her breasts, groping and squeezing the immense blue tits she was so proud of. She bit her lip and indulged Chase for a while, content to savour the first taste of sex she’d had in years. But of course, her patience began to wane and her hunger took control.
Chase moaned in surprise as her thrusts were met by Benezia, the matriarch’s hips slapping back against her with ever motion, voluptuous cheeks jiggling as they were split by the human’s cock. Benezia’s cunt hugged her like a vice, hot and wet and tight, milking her of all her stamina, eager for her seed. “Come on, sweet, you can do better than that.” Benezia purred.
“Y… yes, Mrs T’soni.” Caroline groaned, fingers sinking into the voluptuous flesh of the matriarch’s rear, gripping her tighter as she drove herself deeper and harder into her welcoming twat. The feeling was incredible, it had been so long since she’d last enjoyed herself like this, and of course, she’d never felt the cunt of an asari matriarch. Benezia seemed to suck her in as she pushed herself deep inside her, the wet, hot walls of her hole milking Caroline’s rod relentlessly.
Benezia seemed to know her strength was fading fast, because her hummed and gently pulled herself away. “Sit back, dear.” She breathed in a soft, husky voice. “Let me take care of everything.”
Caroline gulped and allowed herself to be pushed firmly down onto Benezia’s cot. “Mrs T’soni… I don’t…”
“Shhh.” Benezia tutted, mewing as she dropped herself onto the helpless guard’s lap. “I want to enjoy this.”
“B… but…” Caroline began before letting out a weak moan as Benezia began to bounce herself. Chase bit her lip and surrendered, hesitantly taking the Matriarch’s hips and doing her best not to whimper as an impossibly amazing asari cunt massaged her cock. “Fuck.”
“Glad to hear I haven’t lost my touch.” Benezia purred, guiding Caroline’s face to her cleavage and chuckling as the sweet girl began to kiss and suck at every inch of warm blue flesh she could reach. “That’s it… good girl.”
Caroline might have felt patronised if she had been listening, but with her cock snug in Benezia’s womanhood and her face buried between immense blue breasts, she was obviously preoccupied. Strong, clutching fingers clawed at her uniform as Benezia rolled herself against her, the warm, heavy weight keeping her happily trapped in place. The Matriarch’s breath tickled Chase’s brow as she bowed her head and moaned contentedly.
“F… for a human… you are quite talented.” Benezia purred, tilting Chase’s head back and pushing a passionate kiss onto her. She chuckled at the sweet little whine the human beneath her made as her tongue invaded her mouth, pulling away and arching her back, bouncing her voluptuous rear faster and faster onto the girl’s pulsing cock.
Her climax building fast, Benezia let out a rapturous moan and grabbed Caroline by the cheeks. The girl gasped in surprise as the matriarch’s grip tightened, pain shattering the delightful pleasure she’d been enjoying and drawing a strangled yelp from her lips. Benezia grinned as she felt the bond swallow them both and tug them into orgasmic bliss.
Chase sobbed helplessly, screaming inside her own head as she emerged into the vast star-scape of the bond naked and helpless. Benezia’s grip on her cheeks tightened enough that the matriarch’s nails began to cut into her flesh. It felt like her mind was on fire, she couldn’t breathe, her spine arched and her hands tugged helplessly at Benezia’s wrists as she screamed and stared into the cruel, pitiless eyes of her former prisoner.
Benezia smiled as Caroline’s mind fractured beneath her fingers, her eyes going black and her scream dying in her throat. It was a shame, she had been nice, but Benezia couldn’t allow pity to impede her plans. She hummed with pleasure as the bond faded, caressing the broken human’s cheek with her hands.
“Thank you, love.” Benezia purred, tracing Caroline’s lips with a finger. She sighed, feeling the pleasant glow of the sweet human’s spunk in her womb. Chase mumbled incoherently, eyes unfocussed and her mouth open in a blank pant. “Hmm, that’ll do for now, I think. You ought to get back to work.”
“Y… yeah.” Chase nodded stupidly, slowly rising as Benezia dismounted her lap. “Thank you… Mrs T’soni.”
“The pleasure was mine, love.” Benezia smiled, petting a breast as the addled girl re-dressed. “Oh, and sweet, would you mind leaving the cell unlocked? There’s a dear.”
“Of course, Mrs T’soni.” Chase nodded vaguely, staggering out of the room and leaving the door wide open. Benezia chuckled and carefully closed it, as much as she was tempted to escape then and there, an unlocked cell wasn’t the same as a clear path to freedom.
She would be patient and take her time to enjoy her new pet guard whilst she worked to gain her liberty. Her eyes drifted as she stooped to retrieve her clothes and landed on the letters.
“See you soon, Shepard.” She growled, flicking her wrist and shredding the letter with a thought. “Very soon indeed.”
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