Diablo's Queen

Sahara

I volunteered to offer Psychology lessons to Inmates that might be interested . It's a voluntary program , I enjoy helping other people become even better when the cone out if here. The prison doesn't pay me for teaching them , I enjoy learning more about inmates .

The main topics would be Depression, Trauma , Addiction and Stress.

Its important to offer some lessons on how to cope with stuff like that. It helps bring understanding and closure to the inmates . Many feel like prison is the end for them ,but that's not it . I want to help them feel like they can become even better , that they too deserve a better chance .In Ohio I helped several inmates , after the few there were released were finally free I was so pleased to see how better citizens they have become . Some do regular jobs and some continued to pursue their studies. It brings me great joy to see them doing so well . I was invited to one of my students wedding. He got out of prison a reformed man , he got a job as a mechanic and made an honest living where he met his future wife .Right now he's a happily married man with one beautiful baby girl .He named her Sahara after me .

I walked into a class of ten students , technically this isn't your typical classroom where students are a bunch of troubled grumpy teens from well off families that were sent to come to school and just get the papers to show they studied .

The classroom is made up of very lethal criminals triggering them in any slightest way they could pounce on you .

"Good morning everyone , Am Sherriff Sahara Cleopatra , so what comes to your mind when you hear depression, trauma , addiction or stress?" I asked.

They stared at me with cold eyes , well they are convicts some won't leave here alive so they have nothing to hope for besides who even likes school.

"okay then , let me give you a story . As a young kid I grew up in the hood , Chicago west. Violence and drugs were the order of the day . My dad was never there, he was in and out of jail like a switch on and off , When he was released he would bounce back to the life of crime a d be thrown again I. prison. It was so painful to watch him get arrested as he smiled happily like he was going to some.Gucci store . On the other side my mom well she was a peddler , she enjoyed her work that she forgot she had a daughter to take care of . I had to grow up fast on my own without relying on anyone . You know when you abuse this drugs you don't just hurt yourself , I mean at the end of the day you will get back up and continue the cycle. That son or daughter however small they are , they hurt. They may not say it but deep down they are hurting . My parents were never there to watch me play soccer , or see me graduate. Imagine being all by yourself at an event like your graduation . All I ever prayed for was to have a sober family . I guess it's why I hate watching family shows or going to the park because I never had that . So if you are doing drugs , please think about that daughter or son looking up to you "I said.

Surprisingly they clapped . I hated my family , I hated watching my classmates go on family vacations I hated going to the park . I would visit the cemetery and talk to Kim's grave or just chill at the cemetery .I think I liked having that cold lonely company of the dead than the crackheads back in my home that were basically like dead to me .

"So does anyone want to share a story” I said.

A few more people had walked in .

A black American man raised his hand.

" I have been dealing with depression , I feel like all hope is lost being in here with nothing in life , am here on a death penalty how can I live with that? “he said.

" We are all uncertain about tomorrow, I may be a free person but you just never know what will happen. If you want to curb depression try to remember the good times, the times you love , engage in some activity , no hope is lost "I said.

"How do you overcome trauma" a Caucasian gentleman asked.

"Don't think about it , fill your mind with positive thoughts, and if you can trust someone , tell them about it "I said.

" Many of you have given up hope since you stepped in this place , but there is hope .You can always do something to improve yourself.Its never too late to be a better person than what you are. Many came and went where would you want to fit in ? Do you want to be that psycho that came and died a psycho or do you want to be that criminal that changed his ways and is now a well known baker? The choice as to who you want to be is all in your hands"I said .

The lesson wasn't a long lesson as another class was to come in , the art class.

I went back to my tiny office, it feels great to bring hope to someone whether they are good or bad .Inmates are hard headed but an sure our of the ten hard headed there is atleast one that got the message and I am more than ready to lift them up.

"hey sheriff Sahara" Sherriff Liam said.

"hey , "I replied.

"So what are you up to this evening? “he asked.

"settling in , a bubble bath "I said. Liam stood out as a creepy guy ,he's was way older ,he kept gawking at me with a dirty look and most times he was staring at my breasts . He stood out as a guy I would not wish to be left alone with .

"I would love to take you out “he said

Am not doing this because am not interested in him .

"I would love to but ... I have a few errands to run to” I said dismissively.

I got up before he could suggest anything further , a mistake I made.

A warden called me as I was outside on my way to the restroom .

"Sheriff Sahara , please follow me I have a task you might help me.with "he said.

" sure no problem " I said .

I followed after him .

He led me into the search room . A room where inmates strip naked and get thoroughly searched incase they are suspected to hiding some firearms ,weapons and drugs . I wondered why am inmate was getting searched .

Inside was a familiar man , the man I was ogling at when he was working out . The handsome man deemed dangerous whom I have never known why .

He was naked facing the wall , he had a cute small butt , his Samoan tattoos were also on his back , I was scared being this close to him even if he can't see me since he is facing the cold white walls .

"Scour him "The warden said

Say what!

"but am a woman , I can't frisk a man , its disrespectful "I said. That man had the body of a mythical Greek army commander. It's like an insult to the man's ego .Like seriously having a woman , shorter his height, younger than him touch all over his body in the most humiliating way in the name of search if he is hiding drugs or firearms .

"You are a sheriff, I give the order, search him unless you want me to tell the supervisors you defied an order "he said with a firm tone , it's not a good idea to have a statement of disobedience on my record on my first day in work .

Searching an inmate is like an insult to them , because they are stripped naked and searched from toe to head, their butt cheeks spread open , balls squeezed it's plain humiliation worse is a woman doing it .

" I need to answer a call , so do as I say and search him “he said .

He walked out shutting the door behind him .

I took a deep breath.

This man is tall and huge , I feel like a child standing near him.

I stood behind him and bent down . I had to obey orders as much as I hate them I began from his legs as my feeble hands moved up gently to his firm torso, his body is so hard , like a diamond.

I was slow and so careful as I reached his butt. I couldn't believe I was searching a man . It's so embarrassing .Kim must be laughing like a hyena as to what am doing .

I couldn't come to the point of splitting his butt cheeks apart, its plain eerie .I looked aside to avoid seeing his balls

My hands moved slowly up his abdomen, his abs harder than a rock his pelvic bones firm .

I was shaking as my heart was racing .

Then something caught my eye,

his handcuffs were loose .

Before I could make a move and find a way to run , at a lightning speed he turned me to his side and cuffed my hands to the pole , eagle spreading my hands, he did it so quickly I had no time to fathom what the hell just happened.

His legs pressed on mine , incase I tried to kick him it would be very much impossible .

For the first time he and I looked eye to eye with out any separation .

His eyes googled me from head to toe his body heat on mine.

I wasn't in my jacket .

I was so afraid I could hear my heart beat so loud .

I was at the mercy of this man .

He ambushed me without my knowledge.

The back of his hand stroked my arm leading to my breasts as he sunk in my body with his gorgeous gray eyes underneath his eyes he had a natural dark liner, its like God eye lined them , they gave him that daring look . Funny thing was he never had any other stare besides stern .

His hands brushed on my breasts.

He is naked, his hard body pressed on mine I have never been so afraid and aroused at the same time .

"My colleague will walk in any minute , he will tase you as he calls the special unit to arrest you” I said.

He smirked .

His eyes shifted to the left side on the corner of the room I also looked and noticed something , the camera was turned all of them in the room facing away from our direction .

This wasn't a search , it was a setup.

He wanted me to be here , he had it all figured out .My colleague was a part of this plan

"Uncuff me or I will scream” I said.

" I can make you scream in ways you could never imagine "he said as his eyes shifted to my body.

His voice was deep , his accent a southern deep , perfect with his voice . He reminded me of those steamy hot cowboys in erotic movies or sheriff deputies in cowboy movies from the 80s .

He stroked my hair and let it slide on his fingers.

"you should be paying attention to minor details." he said . How comes I didn't see this coming .Am always sensitive to my surroundings.

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" Let me go this is not right "I said.

"I call the shots here I will release you when I feel like . "He said.

" I have to pee "I lied

He glared at me with a devious smirk .

"I know that trick , your hands don't pee unless you hold the little honeypot"he said

I blushed

"you don't know me "I blurted so he can think and not scared .

As tough as I tried to sound , deep down I was shaking and jittery.

" I know you Sahara , or should I call you ..Power girl "he said.

I was startled, how did he know that name !

Power girl is a name I got way back. So after I completed school I needed to make a living to clear my student loans and make money to send to my dad who was in jail .

Before I saw the Juvenile Jail ad , I tried doing other jobs like a waitress , I was seventeen at that time . One day a lady I served coffee, kept staring at me , she was Caucasian and from her accent a British .

As I dropped her bill she asked me if I enjoyed being a waitress, at first I was like 'yes' incase she's a blogger , some bloggers are good at bad reviews they come to a restaurant and begin asking questions then they go back honey to their laptops and write about their experience with that restaurant or hotel , if his or her review about the hotel is terrible the woe unto you , and that's exactly why I don't want to be the reason my job got a bad reputation for unhappy staff.

"What if I showed you how to make ten thousand dollars in a day “she said.

I laughed at first thinking that it was some pyramid scheme or one of those forex trading scams.

I was doubtful but I needed the money, the pay in my job was little , I have bills to pay , a student loan to clear and a dad to send money to , she handed me her card it had her number and name .

That very night after a lot of thinking I dialed the number and she picked , she asked if we could meet at her house , I was afraid at first but agreed .

I went to her house it was a nice mansion .

She was so kind and served me some food .

I used to eat at the restaurant mostly the left overs since food wouldn't be allowed to sleepover , that's what we ate. To other people they thought I was keeping fit, rocking the gym , but to myself it was the little I got I ate.

We talked and she informed me she's a porn director and producer .She showed me a few of her films I was very impressed by her directing.

, I was surprised at how a woman is a porn director and producer.

At first I declined to do porn but she asked me to think about it , I can shoot just once and get my money and its done for the day.

I accepted .

Adult stars are usually given a brand name , I got the name power girl because of my t**s , I have big natural t**s on a small body . If power girl was black then I would be her well that's what they all said. My t**s are on the way , most guys would notice my t**s then adore my eyes, it kind of bores when its all guys see instead of I as a person.

I did make some money but vowed to never again do porn , I prefer working with inmates since many probably haven't even seen or known I was once a pornstar. It's not like they are allowed any devices in prison . Even so that sextape was ages ago some were busy diving into crimes to bother about an underage teen porn plus the film wasn't so big .

Back to my question , How did he know?

" What do you want?” I said , I can't risk him telling other inmates I used to be a pornstar I only did like one shoot . I would be like a laughing stock . They would treat me with the most utter disgrace and disrespect.

He smiled .

"Quit this job "he said.

I chuckled.

"I have bills to pay” I said.

"How much "he said.

What's up with this guy?

"This is stupid, uncuff me and we can pretend this never happened” I said.

He laughed , it scared me since am pretty much sure a naked , hot dangerous man laughing isn't something to look forward to.

His fingers made their way on my belt , he unbuckled and unzipped my pants.

I swallowed so hard , my heart racing faster than a formula 1 race car.

His hands slid inside my thong and found its way to my clit gently rubbing.

I shut my eyes and bit my lips to avoid moaning .

He dipped his finger inside my moist honey pot .

"Already wet for me "he said.

I also couldn't believe I was wet.

He caught my waist and held me tight drawing me closer to him . Deeping His finger deeper inside me .

I bit my lips harder to avoid moaning .

"You won't hold it for long sugar “he whispered softly as he sucked my earlobe .

I couldn't contain myself , it was a pleasurable torture.

I let out a soft moan as his thumb rubbed on my clit .

"That's it sugar, let it out ."he whispered nibbling my ear.

My muscles clenched , my legs shook I reached for my climax.

"no , please, it's too sweet "I moaned as I came .

I felt guilty letting him devour me like that. But it was a pleasurable kind of guilt .

"Quit Sahara, “he whispered to my ear.

"I can't I love my job "I said catching my breath after the intense orgasm.

He wore his uniform which I hadn't realized was in the room.

He uncuffed me his eyes still fixed on me as if pinning me in one place. I massaged my wrists.

He pulled me to him by my arm.

" Du bist mein, nur"he said.

I have no idea what he meant which I later on came to learn it means "you are mine ,only " in german .

The warden opened the door he didn't look at him , he gave me a brief look .

"Sherriff Sahara, report to the office , I will take it from here “he said.

I glared at the mysterious -handsome -scary -man . I don't know his name .

He winked at me I blushed and quickly hid it I walked out quickly .

I rushed into the ladies restroom trying to register what just happened my legs were still shaky , tiny bubbles of pleasure popping between my legs .Who is he ? Why does he want me to quit? How did he know Power girl? How does he make me come so good in a short period of time ? I take ages to come surprisingly I took a few minutes to come for him .

I must find out who he is .