This choice: Emily visits her next inmate • Go Back... With Jess lovingly ensconced, Emily was continuing with her rounds, making sure the population was behaving. Any infraction made life a little more fun after all, especially if the inmates were cute.
The first two blocks were fine, save a fight in 2D where Lashawna DuPris pinned Hannah Jones down and sat on her face. Emily burst in and broke the girls up, with promise of punishment for Lashawna later. Until then though, it gave Emily ideas.
Niamh O’Halloran in cell 3F was an unusual case. Brought in for a misdemeanour - petty theft - she was far too cute not to bring in, and Emily used her connections to influence the jury. Niamh was put away for two years, but due to the nature of her crime was only reduced to half her usual size.
While she still towered over most of the other inmates, her shy and submissive nature meant that she was bullied by the other tinies more often than not, so she had a cell to herself. And half height though, she was the perfect size to sit on.
“Knock knock!” Emily purred, rattling her baton against the bars. Niamh sprang out of bed and to attention, with her hands at her hips and her feet facing forward.
“M-m-morning, Miss MacKinnon!” She stammered as her door groaned open, and Emily stepped inside.
“Good morning indeed, Niamh.” Emily stood before her. Niamh’s chest length auburn hair poked out between her thighs as she glanced down. As perfect as ever.
“So, let’s not beat about the bush.” Emily squat down to meet her gaze. “Care to explain the poster?”
With a pitying smirk and a hand gesture, Emily pointed to the bright blue and white poster on the far wall.
“I-I’m sorry Miss MacKinnon, I know personal affects aren’t allowed, but I…” Niamh stammered. “I found it on the truck I was helping load the other day, a-and I just had to keep it. Can I keep it? Please?”
“You know the rules, Niamh.” Emily actually sounded sympathetic. “Gotta admit though, Alice in Wonderland is a perfect fit for someone so… little.”
“Mhmm!” Niamh smiled. “I was hoping you’d like the irony.”
“I do. I very much do.” Emily said, fiddling with the corner of the poster. The urge to just tear it from the wall and destroy what little spirit the ginger midget had left was almost unbearable. But if there was anything more valuable in this prison…
“Well, I could be tempted.” Emily smirked. “But the question is, can you convince me?”
Niamh gulped, but put her hands on Emily’s thighs. “A-anything you’d like, mistress?”
“That’s the spirit.” Emily grinned. “Assume the position, Niamh.”
Without hesitation, Niamh just nodded and laid down on her bed. With her ass against the wall and her head over the edge of the mattress, she gave her signal.
“Atta girl,” Emily undid her belt, and pulled her pants down. “Someone else has already made me nice and wet today, so you can clean up her mess. Sound fun?”
“I can’t wait, Miss MacKinnon,” Niamh said. Emily reached into her panties and pulled out the tiny Jess, before  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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