Angela had started her summer job only a couple of weeks prior. She had
just completed her sophomore year at the local university where she was
majoring in criminal justice. Angela's career goal was to eventually go
to law school and become an attorney. She was an extremely intelligent
young woman of 21, who was also quite stunning looking. Her physical
attraction was something that she had recently blossomed into. In high
school, she had been slightly overweight and had worn thick glasses.
She had always exuded the appearance of a "brainiac". However since
starting college, following a year break after high school, she had
lost a considerable amount of weight. Her complexion had also cleared
up, she had gotten contact lenses and her body had fully bloomed into
womanhood in an excitingly curvaceous way.
As a precursor to her goal, and through the influence of her older
cousin, a police captain, she was able to obtain an administrative and
clerical job working at a state run correctional facility for the
summer. This wasn't simply a prison for young men it was actually a
boot camp where men were sent by the courts as a last chance to turn
their lives around in a positive direction and avoid a long jail
sentence in an adult penitentiary. The facility was like a detention
center only with strict military style discipline and rigorous training
coordinated by men who seemed more like drill sergeants than
corrections personnel.
Angela's supervisor was actually the C.O. of the officers and the chief
administrator for the institution. He was a much older, yet very strong
man in his 40's. He was very kind to her, and she would always be
amazed at how he would suddenly transform into the drill sergeant's
role and curse and shout at the inmates to the point that drove some of
them almost to tears. When she was interviewed for the position she was
surprised to learn that because of recent court decisions; Hayes vs.
Marriott, Canedy vs. Boardman, Letcher vs. Turner, it was now common
for female corrections officers as well as female administrative staff
to sometimes be in the presence of naked male inmates. This initially
took her aback a little, but at the same time because of her goal she
was not about to turn down a summer job because she was a prude. As she
was in an administrative position for the C.O. she would sometimes have
to accompany him when he dealt with the inmates in various capacities.
Angela was surprised to find on her very first day of employment that
there were several other female staff members of various titles within
the institution, be it officers, instructors, drug counselors,
administrators and secretaries. However men still filled three quarters
of the positions at the facility. The inmates were all young men
between the ages of 18 and 29. During the first two weeks as she worked
at her PC in the air conditioned office she would sometimes look out
her third floor window and see beyond the barbed wire, the young men
being drilled; marching, doing pushups and running in the hot and humid
weather. It was an afternoon on the Monday of her third week of work
when the C.O. told her to follow him to the receiving room as eight new
inmates would very soon be arriving from the county jail. This was part
of her training; to witness every portion of the facilities operations.
She brought along a clipboard and several folders that had each of the
new inmates criminal records that they had received via fax. The
receiving area was a large, drab room that had a table with three
chairs. There was a door on each wall of the room and a glass window
behind the table. The glass window was quite large and separated the
receiving room from the hallway in the administrative building. She had
walked down this hallway a few times before and had seen glances
through this window of what takes place in this room, therefore she was
a bit nervous.
Seated already at the table was a female corrections officer named
Sonia. She had gotten to know Sonia very well the past two weeks and
liked her immensely. Sonia was very attractive, intelligent, and
feminine looking. Yet whenever she was around the inmates she would
adopt a very cold and professional attitude that would appear quite
intimidating. A few moments later the C.O. walked into the room
accompanied by two more officers. The two officers were ex-military
types and were absolutely huge men built like brick walls. Their
uniforms looked more like drill sergeant's fatigues than a prison
guard's. All the male corrections officers were very threatening
looking yet Angela liked them as they were always very sweet and
respectful to her. The C.O. instructed Angela to take a seat at the
table next to Sonia. Diagonally from the table, on the concrete floor
in the center of the room was painted a long orange line, where the
inmates would eventually line up once they had entered.
"The bus has arrived," said the C.O.
Sonia began to open the folders that Angela had brought along. Sonia
explained to Angela the simplicity of what information was to be
entered into each file.
The C.O. approached Angela. "You will hear some very abusive and
obscene language from the officers, it's part of the overall program
and hopefully you will not be offended."
Angela didn't know whether she should appreciate his disclaimer or feel
belittled by it. However she knew he meant well. Besides she was more
worried about what she was about to witness rather than hear.
Suddenly the two doors on the other end of the room opened. The room
became brighter as these doors led outside and it was a sunny day.
Angela could hear the sound of a diesel engine idling outside and she
knew this was the bus which had brought in the latest candidates for
reform. Both officers walked outside. Moments later, she immediately
began hearing them shouting at the inmates.
"STAND IN LINE, HURRY UP, MOVE IT!!" shouted the officers repeatedly.
After a minute or so, one of the officers walked back into the room
followed by the eight inmates who marched in a perfect straight line
behind him. The other officer walked behind the inmates shouting at
them to move quicker. Once the last officer had reentered the building
he slammed the outside doors shut so hard it almost made Angela jump in
her seat. The inmates all wore the bright orange prison uniforms
provided by the county jail. They each wore handcuffs and their ankles
were chained.
"LINE UP AT THAT LINE MOVE IT!! YOU'RE NOT AT HOME ANYMORE HURRY UP,
KEEP YOUR GOD DAMN EYES FORWARD NOWHERE ELSE!" yelled the officer.
Angela had a list of what the procedure was for the indoctrination and
reception of the new inmates in front of her. She had read it earlier
and knew that she was in for quite a sight. Basically she had very
little to do except observe, though she was free to look at each one of
the folders for each inmate. She was sad to see that out of the eight
men, three were African Americans, three were Hispanic and only two
were Caucasian. She disliked seeing such a disproportional number of
minorities in the system. Even though she knew they had more than
likely committed serious crimes, she was also aware of sociology and
the flagrant racism that existed within the criminal justice system.
She herself came from an upper-middle class suburb and always felt
lucky and privileged. The officers still continued their rancorous
oaths while they removed the handcuffs and ankle chains from the
inmates. Some of the men were very intimidated by these large and
well-muscled officers that were now right in their face screaming
insults and hurrying them along in constant impatience. Whenever they
would look anywhere except forward one of the officers would
immediately start shouting, especially if they dared try to look upon
Sonia or Angela. However Angela was free to look directly at them.
One of the men barely looked 18 years old. None of them looked much
older than 22. Angela stared at the last young man in the line. He was
Caucasian and he seemed to have a strong resemblance to someone she
went to high school with. She reached for the inmate's folders where
each man's name was labeled on a tabbed exterior. She was stunned when
she saw the name "Anderson, Sean R.". She did in fact go to high school
with him and knew him only too well. He was a tall, muscular,
good-looking young man, but he was also extremely arrogant and
obnoxious and at times would pick on her in front of her fellow
students. He had always hanged with a bad crowd, hence his present
circumstances she thought.
One of the men yet again turned to regard Angela to which the officer
immediately shouted. "I'll TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF IF YOU TURN IT
JUST ONCE MORE. GET ON YOUR FACE, FRONT LEANING REST POSITION!!" which
meant he should proceed to do pushups.
As Angela looked at some of the files she noticed that three of the
inmates were involved in gang activity. All of these men had been in
county jail for probably at least a couple of months and had no female
contact. Angela knew that she and Sonia would probably be stared upon
almost as apparitions by the inmates; fortunately the officers
prevented the men from getting much more than a very quick glance at
them. As attractive as Sonia was, Angela was even more stunning. She
had long brown hair and lightly tanned, perfectly unblemished skin with
mysterious green eyes. Her lips were full and very sensual. She was
dressed conservatively yet sexy. She wore a white blouse and a black
skirt that came halfway up her healthy thighs. She had her legs crossed
and was wearing black high heels. Her top was loose fitting but could
not hide how busty she was.
One of the inmates was still straining his body doing pushups while the
officer cursed him when Sonia stood up. "I WILL READ YOUR NAMES. YOU
WILL GET INTO ALPHABETICAL ORDER FROM LEFT TO RIGHT!!" she shouted.
Angela was amazed at how loud Sonia could yell. She began reading the
names as the men moved about quickly. The inmate who was doing pushups
heard his name read and immediately rose to place himself in the proper
place in line only to be screamed at by the same officer to get back
down on the ground again to resume his toiling. Inmate Sean Anderson
was now on the far left side of the line within only a dozen feet of
the table that Angela and Sonia were seated at. The C.O. and one of the
officers came to the table to quickly talk to Sonia regarding the files
while the other officer continued shouting at the men. Angela suddenly
noticed that Sean was staring directly at her. She could tell by his
expression that he recognized her, even though her appearance was much
more attractive than before. Angela regarded him stone-faced as he had
a very lustful look about him that repelled her. He had a bruise on his
eye that looked like it had been healing for a few days, no doubt a
fist from a fellow inmate had made that mark. His bottom lip was also
puffed out and swollen. Sonia saw the inmate blatantly staring at
Angela.
"TURN FORWARD NOW!! She yelled.
One of the officers left the table and walked towards Sean and got
right in his face. "YOU GET YOUR EYES FORWARD AND KEEP THEM THERE OR
YOU'LL BE GOING TO THE STATE PRISON TODAY!!" Sean immediately complied.
"WHAT DID THIS ONE DO?" shouted the officer as he faced Sonia.
Sonia responded as she opened his folder. "ANDERSON, SEAN R. CONVICTED
OF POSSESSION OF METHAMPHETAMINE WITH INTENTION TO DISTRIBUTE!"
The officer turned back to him. "YOU SELL DRUGS TO SCHOOL KIDS DON"T
YOU BOY.....YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
Angela could tell Sean was very angry but he was helpless to do
anything. The boot camp facility was a last chance for these inmates
for if they failed here; they would be immediately transferred to a
real prison for an appropriate sentence for their offense. However even
without that threat, the officer had forearms the size of tree trunks
that could easily pummel Sean to the ground in a flash, and by the look
on Sean's face, he knew it. Angela remembered how mean Sean had been to
her and to others as well. He truly was a bully and now he was being
bullied himself and more importantly, he was scared. This thought made
her smirk for just a moment. She did pity the inmates a bit as one of
them began to make face contortions as if he was trying to keep himself
from weeping. She remembered though that these men had committed
serious crimes and that this program was giving them a chance to redeem
themselves. Years ago they would have gone directly to prison with
hardened inmates. The program was designed to tear the inmates down
from their arrogant attitudes and then start rebuilding their
self-esteem and their respect for the rights of others through drilling
and counseling.
STRIP DOWN!! yelled the officer. GET OUT OF THOSE UNIFORMS NOW AND FOLD
THEM NEATLY IN FRONT OF YOU!!"
Angela looked to Sonia who looked back with a comforting expression as
if she was telling her that everything would be okay. Angela knew that
this was part of the reception procedure but was not aware of how
surreal it would be for her. These were young men, all her own age and
younger, most of them in excellent physical shape. As they stripped off
their orange jumpsuits one of the inmates paused as his underwear was
the only thing left between himself and complete nudity, to which one
of the officers again verbally assaulted him, swearing and yelling.
"YOU EITHER PULL DOWN YOUR PANTIES OR I WILL KNOCK YOU ACROSS THIS
FUCKING ROOM!!" he yelled.
The inmate quickly complied and placed all his clothes in front of him.
The men were now all standing nude on the orange line at an angle from
the table. Angela always maintained a professional demeanor while she
was at work, but what she contemplated in her mind she felt was her own
business. She felt guilty a bit as she was actually quite fond of the
spectacle she was seeing as she viewed the healthy physiques of the
stark naked inmates that were lined up at an angle before her. Angela
looked to Sean who was noticeably blushing, almost turning beet red. He
had indeed recognized her but was too humiliated to even look her in
the eye now in his present state of undress, even if the officers had
not been present. Some of the inmates were very well endowed and Sean
was no exception. The inmates could not even savor a quick glance at
her or Sonia without being disciplined by an officer. However Sonia and
Angela could easily have lengthy looks at the inmates, or as much as
they could without it becoming noticeable to the C.O. Angela stared at
the rippling muscles of the men. Some of them had many tattoos, which
Sonia pointed out to her as being gang related symbols. One of the
African-American inmates had what appeared to be a healed stab wound on
his chiseled stomach. One Hispanic man had what appeared to be an old
bullet wound on his front deltoid. Her heart raced upon seeing each
man's organ freely hanging completely exposed to her sight. Only ten
years ago, no women would have been allowed to regard such a spectacle
as this, not even a female corrections officer. The rules and
regulations had changed considerably.
Each man was ordered to lift his penis and hold it upright so the
officers could check for any small quantities of narcotics. One of the
men was uncircumcised and was told to pull back his foreskin. They were
then asked to lift their testicles up. Behind the table where Angela
sat was the large glass window that viewed out to the building hallway.
From time to time administrative staff would walk by, including
secretaries from the office. The inmates would have absolutely no
privacy for the months that they would be in the program.
The officer then yelled. "ALRIGHT, TURN AROUND, MOVE IT!"
Angela could not help but admire the physiques and the firm glutes of
some of the inmates. She knew that Sonia was watching as well.
"BEND OVER AND SPREAD THOSE CHEEKS, HURRY UP!!"
She could tell that some of the inmates were very embarrassed by now
while others were simply very angry. Yet they had to comply. One of the
officers came by with a pen flashlight and checked each man's anus.
Sean was bent-over naked and less than a dozen feet from Angela, when
he turned his head so he could quickly capture a glimpse of her
luscious legs that were crossed sensuously. Angela could tell he was
looking at her. He was so mesmerized by her legs he wasn't aware that
one of the officers was behind him at that moment.
ALL OF YOU STAND UP AND TURN AROUND!! The officer yelled and then told
Sean. "ON YOUR FACE NOW!!" Sean responded by falling to the cold
concrete floor and began doing pushups in the nude.
The eight other inmates now stood very straight and at complete
attention. One officer stood to each side of the line as the C.O.
stepped in. He began to shout out to the inmates the basics of the
program. They were no longer allowed to speak unless spoken to; they
would address each officer as sir or ma'am. They would be under a
program of total control from now on. More rules were spoken to them
for several minutes while the men stood naked and at attention. Sean
continued to strain, trying pathetically to keep doing his pushups. But
after several minutes he could barely push his body up at all. He had
to keep trying though as he made several grunts and groans while his
body glistened from exertion, his shoulders bulging. Angela had full
view of all of this as he squirmed and strained while naked at her
feet. The C.O. began to shout out the rules and regulations of the
facility for the inmates. For each rule followed a threat of what would
happen if there were to be an infraction. These men began to understand
the very thin ice they were on and that they were only one step away
from a real penitentiary. The C.O. spoke of the serious offenses of
being caught with contraband, fighting and rape. Finally Sean collapsed
to the ground in utter exhaustion.
The C.O. turned the men back over to the officers and left the room.
The officers screamed at Sean to get up. He tried to rise as quickly as
he could but was almost in a daze from the physical exertion.
"YOU'D BETTER GET USED TO THAT DICKHEAD, TODAY IS THE EASIEST DAY
YOU'LL EVER HAVE HERE!" screamed the officer.
The officers then ordered the men "right face", and marched them out of
the room through one of the side doors. The side door led to another
room where they, while still naked, would get their heads shaved. They
would then be marched to the shower room adjacent and then to yet
another larger room where they would be issued their uniforms and
boots. There were yet two more female staff that worked in this room as
well.
As Sonia and Angela sat in the now silent, empty reception room, they
each looked to each other and giggled. Sonia slid one of the folders
over to Angela.
"He was the biggest," snickered Sonia.
Angela smirked, "We really shouldn't be laughing....the poor guys".
Sonia looked at Angela to which they both started giggling again.
"Alright, that's enough, this isn't Abu Ghraib you're right, let's be
professional here, we'll compare notes later," said Sonia.
They continued looking over the inmate's folders, jotting down
pertinent medical information while they could still hear the faint
yells and curses of the officers echoing in the other rooms. About a
half an hour later, one of the secretaries from the office walked into
the room and handed Sonia another folder. This secretary was a luscious
African American women name Keshia. She stood next to the table talking
to Angela and Sonia when the inmates were marched back into the room,
still naked but carrying their uniforms and boots. The inmates were
able to catch a good look at all three women as they marched towards
the table until the officer ordered them to halt and right face and
keep their eyes forward again. The secretary left the room, not even
noticing the men, she had worked there for several years and was used
to what went on. The men's heads were shaved very close, almost as if
they had peach fuzz. Angela thought that Sean looked rather ridiculous.
He always had very nice well-styled hair and now without it he looked
like a lion that no longer had his mane. All of the men could feel the
cool air on their scalps from the air conditioning.
The C.O. opened the door and waved to Angela and beckoned her to come
into the hallway. She got up and walked right in front of the men, her
long firm legs and figure completely in their view as her heels made
echoed tapping sounds on the concrete floor. They were almost
devastated to see her leave their company as even though they weren't
allowed to look upon her, the smell of her perfume after being in the
county jail for months, made them almost swoon. With her female
civilian attire, full head of long beautiful hair, she was not only a
woman to them, she seemed to represent freedom itself. She then closed
the door behind her and she was gone, but her likeness would
undoubtedly haunt the inmates during their long and lonely nights
ahead. The men were finally ordered to dress as they soon would be
marched to the barracks which would be their new home.
The C.O. stood next to her in the hallway and said. "I know it's not
pleasant in there, but it's just part of the program. It's Tiffany's
birthday in the office upstairs, they have some cake in there, feel
free to get some. And after that, please start entering all the new
files into the database that should take you the rest of the day."
Angela complied; she would never dare reveal to anyone that she had
enjoyed her experience in the receiving room.
Later that day at her PC she looked down out her window again and saw
another group of men running in their uniforms. She could tell one of
the inmates was Sean. He had already been incorporated into one of the
groups. They then did their calisthenics out in an open field about
hundred yards outside her window. She honestly hoped the best for Sean
and that he would get his life back on track, as would all the inmates.
She knew statistically though that unfortunately a few would probably
re-offend and would soon be back in the system again and that some of
the more incorrigible ones would not even make it through the program
at all and would be sent to prison immediately. She pitied the inmates
as they rigorously exercised outside in the stifling heat. She reminded
herself again that the ultimate goal was to save these young men from
ruining their lives and becoming career criminals. It was actually the
strongest form of tough love she had ever witnessed.
****
That night after Angela had returned home from the facility and after
her parent's had gone to sleep she laid on her bed reading. Despite her
new appearance she was still quite the bookworm and was plowing through
a copy of "Lady Chatterley's Lover." She had stripped down to her
cotton pink thonged panties and laid topless on her stomach, licking a
popsicle as she read. She still wore a very thin silver belly chain
that she had worn out that evening. Her long hair was draped to the
curves at the small of her back where her warm and very shapely hips
and backside were exposed. Even though she was of college age her room
still had remnants of when she was just a little girl. A few stuffed
animals still sat on various shelves along with many novels from a
plethora of authors from Charlotte Bronte to E.M. Forster to
Dostoevsky. A poster of a one hit wonder boy band from her high school
days was still glued to her wall. She yawned and tossed the book back
upon her nightstand. The lushness of her naturally light-tan soft body
was sprawled upon the comfortable sheets of her bed, her healthy
breasts peeping out on both sides. Her shapely right leg was off the
bed and flexed at the side of the mattress with her toes just barely
touching the floor.
She contemplated her new job and what she had witnessed that day. Poor
Sean, he must be so frightened now, she thought to herself. Those other
inmates are more hardcore than he is. Sonia had pointed out the tattoos
that branded these men as members of the Crips, Black Gangster
Disciples and the Latin Kings. They were already beating on Sean and he
still has many months ahead yet to endure. Would there be still further
beatings in store for him in the future, or perhaps even worse types of
assaults? She tried to close her mind to his suffering and think only
of what she had witnessed in the recieving room. She hugged one of her
soft pillows against her heaving breasts and smirked as she licked the
popsicle from its base to its tip with her pink tongue.
Since recently overhauling her entire appearance Angela had enjoyed the
attention from men that she now seemed to receive everywhere. She could
almost feel the recent drastic change in her personality and the
overwhelming amount of confidence she had acquired. Even though she
already had a boyfriend, she secretly loved to tease and taunt men in
very subtle ways with her body, facial gestures and manners of speech.
She lately seemed to have an affectation for including a banana with
her lunch everyday even though she preferred eating apples. She felt
like a slut for thinking such thoughts and doing such things while at
the same time being quite fond of the attention which it brought to
her. She knew that in the days and weeks ahead she would have to
accompany the C.O. on some other duties that involved the inmates;
medical physicals, snap inspections of the barracks and shakedowns for
contraband as well as more new arrivals. She would be able to fully
view the inmates often under very embarrassing circumstances for them
yet they would be reprimanded for looking upon her. She knew she would
always be professional in her demeaner and she would take her job
seriously but privately she knew she couldn't deny that she would enjoy
the attention she would receive from behind the razor wire. She took
the popsicle entirely into her mouth and then pulled it out slowly from
her full pouting lips.
She would pick her wardrobe carefully for work each morning from now
on. She would always dress properly but she would allow just a hint of
sexuality to exude from her appearance. She would make sure her soft
curves and femininity could easily be appreciated. She would secretly
enjoy the ferocious stares of these tough, caged and manacled gang
members, drug dealers and thieves as she would walk freely within their
grasp while well protected by the guards. She contemplated that since
she was unattainable to the inmates it would possibly increase their
desire for her as all men deep down were aggressive hunters and
intensely longed for what eluded them. She smiled as she circled her
tongue around the tip of the popsicle.
These strong men were enduring forced celibacy. Some of the inmates
were impressively endowed and their.....she paused before taking her
thoughts further.....their cocks, from the months of being denied
female contact would already be like flaming arrows. And she, with such
innocent gestures could so easily fan those raging flames and make them
burn even brighter and hotter. She yet again licked the entire shaft of
the popsicle, this time very slowly and only with the very tip of her
tongue. Angela knew that during their long, lonely nights in their
bunks it would possibly be her that these muscled, well endowed men
would furiously pleasure themselves to as they would burst with desire.
Perhaps some of them were doing so even at this very moment. She
chastised herself for thinking such unrefined things, however she
couldn't help but admit that such assumptions flattered her. Angela
kissed the tip of the popsicle and tossed it into a flowery designed
waste basket and shut off the lights. Through the laced white curtains
of her window the moonlight illuminated her body as she rolled over to
her back and stretched. She extended her arms over her head and arched
her back, the perfect globes of her breasts thrusting upwards. She
pulled the blankets about her body and covered herself. It would be a
very interesting summer.
The moonlight that had so beautifully illuminated Angela's soft,
luscious curves through the laced curtained window of her bedroom was
also beaming through the steel barred windows of the barracks. Inmate
“Anderson Sean R.” was lying back upon his bunk wearing only white
boxer shorts while having a very difficult time getting to sleep. As
the hours ticked by and a storm began brewing outside, he had lost
track of what time it was. He just knew that as tired as he was he
didn't feel like sleeping. Even though he had heard that the boot camp
would be a more controlled environment than a regular penitentiary and
that sexual assaults weren't as frequent, somehow, that thought didn't
seem to give him much comfort.
Lights out had been at 9:00 PM which seemed way too early to go to
sleep. He wasn't used to it. If only he hadn't sold that meth to the
undercover cop he would be at this very moment partying with his
friends and arrogantly cruising the city for girls; his ecstasy pills
ready and waiting. That life was all over now. He looked about the
darkened barracks; the bunk beds arranged in neat rows. There were
twenty on each side and a footlocker in the front and back of each
bunk. The floor shined with a recently buffed and polished gleam. A
door with a barred window was the only way in and out of the room. He
could see a light just outside from the night supervisor/jailer.
Every part of his life from now on would be regulated. He would have
absolutely no freedom or privacy. It was what the facility referred to
as a "total control" program. He would have to ask permission even to
speak and he would always have to address himself in the third person
as "inmate Anderson." On top of that he would also have to address the
staff of the facility as either “sir” or “ma'am.”
The inmate in the bunk next to his had been snoring annoyingly for some
time and there was nothing he could do about it. He had already had a
confrontation with that particular individual before at the county jail
and he was not in a hurry for it to be repeated. He remembered how it
had been late one night at the county jail. He had been in a cell with
six other inmates where he had laid down on the floor trying to come to
terms with the fact that he was caged and no longer free. He had been
using a role of toilet paper as a pillow when it was suddenly kicked
away from underneath his head.
"What the fuck is going on?" He had said, half asleep.
The inmate ignored him as he picked up the toilet paper role that he
had kicked away. He was a well built young black male who's Christian
name was Clarence but who went by the name "T-bone." He seemed to look
like the quintessential gang member with his various tattoos. He was
rumored to be a member of the Black Gangster Disciples and he had
rarely spoken to anyone since he had entered the jail cell. Sean knew
that he couldn't let the offense go as every one of his actions was
being watched and judged by the other inmates as he was being assessed
for his weaknesses.
"I said what the fuck are you doing!" He said louder. The inmate turned
around and immediately got into Sean's face.
"I need this motherfucker so I can use the shitter, you got a problem
with that ya little white BITCH!" He had yelled back.
Sean tried to stare him down but every part of his body was gripped
with fear. He knew this guy could easily kill him. But there was simply
no way he could back down. Not with the other inmates watching.
"Fuck you!" he had foolishly replied as he tried to grab the role of
toilet paper from the man's hand.
Instantly Sean felt as if a semi truck had hit him in the face. Before
he knew it he was laying on the floor in agony, his left eye blind. It
hurt so badly he had wondered if he would even see out of it ever
again. He immediately tried to get up but was punched yet again, this
time in the mouth knocking loose one of his bottom teeth. Blood oozed
from his lips and gums as he lay holding his face in pain.
"You done now you bitch!" T-bone had said. Sean didn't respond as he
continued holding his face while grunting. "I said are you done now YOU
PUSSY!"
"Yes," said Sean, defeated.
The inmate stepped on Sean as he walked over to use the toilet. Sean
slept the rest of that night on the floor of the cell in pain, needless
to say T-bone never returned the role of toilet paper. The very next
day he got into yet another skirmish with another inmate. This inmate
sensing Sean's weakness from the night before tried to test him. This
time however he was prepared and beat him down. At least he had been
able to save some face among his peers. The corrections officers had
asked Sean about the bruises on his face but he knew better then to
answer them truthfully or rat anyone out.
Sean couldn't deny that T-bone terrified him. He seemed as if he could
murder someone and not think twice about it. He didn't seem like he was
the type that belonged in a correctional boot camp facility. He was
definitely a hardcore gang member, possibly even a gang leader. When
T-bone had taken off his shirt earlier in the day he had noticed
several healed puncture wounds on his chest. When another inmate had
asked if he had been shot he had nodded no. Sean overheard T-bone
describe his gang initiation ceremony which basically consisted of his
fellow gang members beating the shit out of him.
"Yeah I was on the fuckin ground and they were punchin and stompin,"
T-Bone had said. "And one motherfucker decided to wear cleats that day.
That's why my chest is all fucked up!"
And this was the inmate that was now sleeping in the very bunk next to
Sean's as he would be for the next few months. Worse still was after
T-Bone had kicked his ass, he then branded him with the pseudonym
"peckerhead" from that point on. They had showered right before lights
out and T-bone was mocking him in front of the other inmates stating
how "peckerhead" would look good as their lingerie model for the next
couple of months. Sean knew he would have to beat up some other inmates
very soon, else become the platoon "bitch." He had always thought of
himself as a tough rebel who hated authority. Growing up in his
middleclass neighborhood simply hadn't prepared him to deal with real
criminals. Many of his fellow bunkmates were young men who had to fight
for everything they've ever had; even the smallest of things.
Sean lay in his bunk touching his face where his bruises were healing.
His muscles in his arms and legs ached. They had formed platoons
earlier that day and had rigorously worked out for hours, running and
doing endless pushups and so forth. And they were promised it would be
even tougher tomorrow. He ran his hand along his scalp and still was
not used to feeling only the little bit of peach fuzz that they had
left him with. What a humiliating experience that receiving room had
been, he thought to himself. To have to strip down right in front of
everyone, in front of women, in front of............her. No, he
wouldn't think about her anymore. But it was no use, she began to flood
his mind the same way that anything of true beauty would illuminate a
miserable environment.
The instant he began reflecting upon her he felt his loins begin to
surge. She looked SO GOOD, he thought, so much better than he had last
remembered her. He couldn't even believe it was her. But there was no
denying that she was none other than Angela Prescott; that same gawky
girl that he and his buddies had made fun of from time to time. She had
been a chubby girl with the thick glasses and a bad complexion, now
here she was in her new thinner, more shapely, unblemished and
unbifocaled glory.
She was the first attractive women he had seen in weeks. Her legs were
so perfect and as loose as her blouse was her tits seemed to fill it
perfectly. She was easily a D cup. She was perfectly hour glassed
shaped; her ass filled out her skirt beautifully and made it a pleasure
to watch her walk. Her face was so hot with her long sultry brown hair,
mysterious eyes and those lips..."Oh god those lips!" he thought to
himself. His dick immediately began to fill with blood as he imagined
her sensuous lips wrapping around it and her tongue caressing it. He
gripped his swelling organ in his hand.
The smell of her perfume still seemed to linger in his nose as he began
discretely rubbing his cock as not to attract attention from the other
inmates. He had to be careful as his bunk squeaked from the slightest
movement. He couldn't believe it, he wouldn't have even given Angela
the time of day in high school. Now here he was, his dick which was
seven inches erect but feeling even bigger now, fully swelled with
Angela Prescott's name written all over it.
Even worse was the fact that she possessed the very look that he most
desired in women. She was his ideal lady with her voluptuous yet firm
curves. Had he seen her on the street he would have immediately and
arrogantly approached her and tried to retrieve a phone number. However
here he couldn't even touch her, not even look upon her without being
immediately confronted by guards who could break his neck with their
bare hands. Here he would have to be very respectful to all the women
on staff and refer to them as "ma'am." And even in the very remote
chance that he would be in a situation where he could speak to her, he
would first have to request her permission to even be allowed to speak
at all. His fist slowly worked away as he rubbed his very stiff member
as he looked from side to side to make sure he had some privacy. Of all
the places to meet his perfect idea of a woman, why here? Why here
behind barbed wire where his head had been shaved, where he couldn't
even piss without asking permission and where he was powerless to do
anything but drool and yearn for her while being called "peckerhead."
He rubbed his cock faster, her face and body haunting him terribly.
He had stripped himself naked right in front of her, and it was only
his fear and embarrassment that kept him from getting a massive hard-on
right there for all to see. One quick savoring glance was all that was
allowed to him before he had been ordered on the floor. How humiliating
it had been to have to do pushups while stark naked and at her feet. He
only prayed that she did not recognize him. He had wanted to crawl to
her and feel her shapely thighs in his hands. He had so wanted to pin
her down on the table and fuck her right there.
As he continued jerking-off, he thought of kissing her mouth, ripping
open her skirt and blouse and burying his head into her perfect tits.
He fantasized about her caressing his sore muscles and pressing her
beautiful breasts onto his chest as they went at it. His cock was
becoming so hard it was beginning to throb and hurt. He could imagine
her licking him, taking him fully into her mouth. He began to stroke
himself harder, his mattress squeaking loudly. He didn't care any
longer, he had to have relief from the lust she had so effortlessly
instilled in him. A few of the other guys had already whacked-off that
night. He had heard the other inmates talking about her, making obscene
remarks about the white secretary and also the female corrections
officer. He wondered if they had masturbated while thinking of Angela.
For some bizarre reason that thought made him very jealous.
He began to breathe harder as the volcano of desire for her began to
build in his body. He hadn't even touched another woman for months. He
wanted to gyrate his hips into her, then turn her over and do her doggy
style, his pelvis slapping up against her ass. He could feel himself
about to cum as he jerked-off furiously, his cock painfully erect. He
was about to burst with longing for her, only a few strokes more and
there would be long squirts of cum all over his stomach as he imagined
her licking him. Suddenly the barrack's lights flickered on.
"GET UP!!" yelled an officer to the entire room. "Its 4:30AM get your
motherfucking asses up!!"
Sean couldn't believe it; his hands immediately left his dick as it
stood throbbing, dying to be released. He immediately got out of his
bunk as the rest of inmates did. He faced the wall to get dressed, his
loins aching violently as his cock slapped up against his chiseled
stomach.
"It's raining out so grab your ponchos, we're going to start with a two
mile run!" yelled the officer. There was a groan from the inmates.
"Alright you bitches, lets make it a four mile run, " replied the
officer. "Anyone have any problems with that!" Not a sound emitted from
anyone. "I thought not, now hurry the fuck up!"
Sean tried to calm his raging desires. He desperately wanted to spill
his seed and release his passion right there while standing but
couldn't. His hips involuntarily jerked forward once as if he was
trying to fuck open air. It would be a very long day of strenuous
activity and now the pain he felt in his testicles would be yet another
burden he would have to bear. She consumed his mind, he wanted her
terribly. In the months ahead she would by her mere presence put him
through a lustful emotional hell. He realized as he got dressed that
with Angela nearby he would be punished and humiliated far worse than
any judge or corrections officer ever had in mind. At that moment he
wanted to beat himself bloody for getting himself arrested. He began to
fully understand the true meaning of the words incarceration and
punishment in a way he never had before.
Later that week inmate Sean Anderson entered the darkened washroom of
the jail/barracks; lights-out had been one hour before. He still was
quite uncomfortable with the fact that the toilets in the barracks had
no stalls for privacy. The inmates did their business out in the open
while other inmates walked by from the showers or the sinks. Just as
inmates would often masturbate in the showers, Sean would often see the
men openly masturbating while sitting on the toilets. He had not
entered the washroom to urinate as he had already answered the call of
nature earlier that evening. He had waited until lights-out so that he
could sit on one of the toilets and have some privacy with his thoughts
and his erection. He wanted to have some solitude so he could lose
himself in a few moments of lustful fantasies as he had done every
night in which he was able. He would then stroke and beat-off until he
would have to clean himself off.
It had been several days since the first time Sean had masturbated in
the barracks. His dick had stood tall and proud, saluting the beauty of
Angela Prescott. The session had been rudely and painfully interrupted
when reveille had been called. The rest of that day he had suffered
from the worst case of blue balls that he had ever before experienced.
It wasn't until late that night when he had finally been allowed the
time to relieve himself in the bathroom. He had been in the facility
for one full week. It had already seemed like much longer as this
program was proving much more difficult than he had anticipated; not
just because of the extremely rigorous schedule, but because the
harassment from T-bone was becoming much worse.
He sat on the toilet and began yet again to fantasize about Angela. He
instantly whipped out his dick and began jerking-off. He couldn't
understand the effect that she seemed to have upon him. He had slept
with many other women before; some of them truly gorgeous. However
Angela had blossomed into his ideal version of a woman, the kind that
he had thought of ever since his very first wet dream. Since the
receiving room experience he had seen her only once and what a site for
sore eyes she had been. Even though the second encounter with her had
been even more humiliating than the first.
Where was she now, he thought to himself. While he was forced to go to
sleep at 9PM on a Friday night and was caged like an animal; whacking
off at the very thought of her, she was outside the prison walls,
enjoying herself and freely doing whatever she pleased. The women in
the offices had achieved celebrity-like status among the inmates and
Angela was easily talked about the most. He was disgusted when he
actually saw T-bone and some othe inmates jerking-off on the toilets
for all to see while crudely commenting on Angela as well as other
women. Earlier in the day some of the inmates had claimed that they had
seen her wearing a tight halter top and a very short skirt. He didn't
know if he believed them, but it was this thought that was currently
driving his present whack-off session. All of the men wanted to fuck
her, but none more than himself.
***
Angela Prescott at that moment was enjoying her freedom and a lovely
Friday night with her boyfriend. David Summers was a first year law
student and had taken her to an outdoor concert at the local park. He
was a white male; tall, strong and very handsome. They cuddled together
on a blanket as they listened to a rendition of Revel’s Bolero. Angela
had been asking David many questions about law school as that was to be
her next goal. She however had not elaborated to him about her summer
job and the very interesting week that she had just experienced. They
kissed and hugged as Angela spoke the words that sent David's mind
wandering.
"My parents are in Cozumel until the 15th. Forget about a hotel, we
have the house entirely to ourselves," she said.
The two of them had already enjoyed the pleasures of each others
bodies. However David seemed to notice that each time they had sex
Angela seemed more and more aggressive and kinky. He already had deep
feelings for her, but on top of that she was now becoming the best
sexual partner he had ever had and certainly the most beautiful. Upon
hearing of her parent's absence his mind drifted from the concert and
he began to think of the long blissful night they would have together.
After a few more musical numbers his thoughts were to get her home as
quickly as possible.
As they drove home David was passing glances at Angela's healthy and
shapely thighs as she sat in the passenger seat. She had worn a white
halter top that tightly wrapped her upper body causing her cleavage to
swell perfectly. The top left her midriff bared where she displayed her
silver belly chain. She wore a very short grey skirt that showed off
her shapely, slightly tanned legs. Angela moved her hand over to
David's thigh and began to stroke his leg. She could tell that he was
becoming erect in his jeans while he was driving as he stepped on the
accelerator in order to make haste to their destination. She moved her
hand up and down his leg just short of his crotch as she began to think
to herself about the terrible sexual burdens that men constantly must
carry around. These burdens can make them act so illogically. How
embarrassing it must be for them at times. It certainly must have been
embarrassing for those inmates on Wednesday she reflected.
***
It had been another reception procedure. She was already familiar with
the routine as she basically had to be present to confirm any
information that was collected first person from the inmates and
arrange the files as they were brought in. This time the bus brought in
15 men, however she was no longer quite as shy about the fact that they
would have to line themselves up on the orange line and strip
themselves nude right in front of the table that she sat at. She worked
on the forms in the various folders as Sonia and the rest of the
instructors screamed at the inmates with a multitude of profanities. As
was the case before, the men regarded her with awe as they stood before
her. When it became time for the inmates to strip, Angela innocently
crossed her legs causing a considerable portion of her thigh to become
visible through a slit in her skirt; the same thighs that David was
staring at out of the corner of his eye at that very moment with his
heavy foot on the accelerator.
As the men couldn't look upon her without being dropped to the floor,
she once again discreetly looked upon and appraised them with her
peripheral vision. She was becoming like a doctor or a nurse when it
became to male nudity; though the more endowed men still brought some
excitement to her. One of the inmates, a young man of 18 was staring at
her intensely as the slit of her skirt exposed halfway up her thigh.
She was aware of his gaze and noticed that his organ was beginning to
twitch. Outwardly she was professional and kept working on the forms;
inwardly she deemed that it was now time to have a bit of fun. She
tossed her head back slightly allowing her long hair to move to the
side. Then as she paused to look at a folder she placed her finger
quickly into her mouth as if to suggest that she had received a paper
cut. The inmate reacted naturally and began to nervously swell
uncontrollably in front of her. Sonia was shouting at one of the nude
inmates when she requested his folder. Angela got up and walked over to
Sonia right within the grasp of five naked men as they stood at
attention on the orange line. She smiled cordially to Sonia and handed
her the folder. She was now almost completely comfortable in the
receiving room.
She then sat down again crossing her legs allowing the slit of her
skirt to again show her healthy thighs. She paused as she looked at the
forms and put the end of the pen in her mouth. She noticed that her
presence had caused three of the other inmates to become erect as well.
The instructors didn't pay any attention to when the inmates were
aroused but kept shouting at them in high volume. Angela looked up and
noticed that the 18 year old was staring directly at her; she met his
eyes for an instant. Her beautiful gaze immediately sent his cock
slapping up against his stomach. At that moment an instructor began
shouting at him to keep his eyes forward. The inmate seemed scared and
insecure and began to make face contortions. Angela watched as tears
began to fall from his eyes as the instructor continued shouting at him
before dropping him to the floor for pushups. His streaming tears made
her smile inwardly; not because she found it amusing that he was so
miserable or homesick, but only because Sonia had told her that the
inmates who cry are usually the ones that never return to the system
again. This 18 year old that was now doing pushups would more than
likely lead a normal life after this awful experience.
Many of the men had been aroused that day in the receiving room. Angela
knew many little tricks that would excite men; tricks that wouldn't
seem blatantly out of the ordinary for a secretary to do. Later that
same day she had bumped into Sonia in the hallway.
"Well done Angela,” Sonia smirked.
"What do you mean?" Angela responded.
"You know EXACTLY what I mean." She said.
"Well you too." Angela whispered.
Sonia placed her hand on her chest and looked to Angela as if
bewildered. They both laughed as they went their separate ways to
resume their business.
***
David had pulled into the driveway of Angela's house in her upper
middle-class neighborhood. They both entered the house together but she
made sure she took her time with pretty much everything as he lustfully
stared at the body that he would soon begin fornicating with in the
privacy of her bedroom. David insisted upon taking a shower first as
Angela waited in her bedroom. She had something special in store for
him before their night of passionate and delicious sin was to begin.
While she waited she contemplated what had occurred when she had left
the facility that afternoon.
***
Since it was a Friday, she had planned to drive straight from the
facility to David's house so she had brought along her evening clothes
with her in a duffle bag. She had planned to go to the ladies room and
change out of her work clothes as soon as her shift had ended. She knew
that her halter top which revealed some deep cleavage and her midriff
was totally unacceptable attire for the facility. But she knew that
this late in the afternoon she could walk from the office to the main
gate without coming into visual contact with any of the inmates. She
had said her weekend goodbyes to Keisha, the C.O. and the other office
girls and proceeded to walk into the long corridor that led to the main
gate.
As she turned a corner down a second corridor she was shocked to see
that there were three inmates mopping the floor under the supervision
of one of the male instructors who stood at the far end of the hall.
"What the hell are they doing here this late?" she thought to herself.
The inmates immediately intensely gazed upon her; she truly looked
stunning with her white top contrasting with the glow of her skin
perfectly, her heaving breasts easily noticeable. She thought about
doubling back but this was the quickest way out of the facility and she
was already late. The floor was usually already mopped by this time,
they were not supposed to be there. She began walking; she passed the
first inmate who made no attempt to hide his glare as he mopped the
floor. Her shapely legs were heavenly and her tits seemed to be
bursting from the tight top. She then passed the second inmate who she
knew was the infamous Clarence King, A.K.A... "T-bone". He was already
infamous in the facility and had achieved excessive demerits. The
office women were already betting on how soon he would be kicked out of
the program and be sent to the penitentiary. Angela kept her eyes
straight ahead as she walked down the hall. T-bone smiled and stared
right at her.
"Permission to speak Ma'am,” he had said. She had awkwardly stopped in
front of him not knowing what to do. This huge, muscled, tatooed and
older gang member was towering over her and asking her permission to
express himself. The male instructor at the other end of the hall began
quickly walking towards the two of them.
Angela awkwardly responded, "Do you need something?"
"Yeah, I do" T-bone said holding a ferocious stare that Angela found
very intimidating, "You jus look real nice today ma'am."
Angela responded with the standard ladylike response common to all
girls who were hit-on by men they wanted nothing to do with. "Thank
you, that's very sweet." She quickly resumed walking.
At that moment the instructor's voice echoed throughout the hall.
"DROP, DROP!!" Instantly all three men dropped their mops and began
doing pushups on the floor. Another instructor had entered and began
cursing at the inmates. Angela kept walking past the third inmate who
was already toiling on the floor. She left the corridor and walked past
two overweight jailers who flirted with her before unlocking the door
and then the gate that led to the parking lot of the facility.
A razor wire fence seperated the parking lot from the exercise yard and
at that very moment a platoon of men came running by in formation
chanting cadence. Almost all of them turned their heads to look upon
Angela; each would create a separate fantasy in his mind as to how they
would ravage her body. She was relieved by the time she had arrived at
her car. Never again would she change to her casual attire inside the
jail. She realized that as much as she enjoyed some of the attention
that she received; a stare from an inmate who looked as if he would
rape her if he had the chance was sickening to her. She quickly
discarded these fearful thoughts as she started her car. She was quite
safe as these men were caged and manacled while she was quite free and
ready to enjoy her weekend.
***
It wasn't long before David and Angela were kissing on her bed. He had
dried himself off and entered her bedroom completely naked. She still
wore her outfit but had discarded her shoes. She had briefly appraised
his muscled body and well formed organ before gesturing him over to her
bed with her finger. As he joined her she began to stroke his muscles
while kissing him passionately. He began to paw at her and move his
hands up her thighs and across her top. She shuddered with excitement
as he stroked the perfect globes of her breasts through the top that
she wore.
"You wanna fuck me, huh, you wanna fuck me?" she said quickly as she
gasped from his embrace.
"I wanna fuck you baby, bad!" he said panting.
She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him to his back on the
bed. She quickly straddled his body and began to lick at his chiseled
stomach and at his nipples. He kept trying to reach to remove her
garments but she prevented him and raised his arms over his head. While
she continued kissing him she reached over to her side drawer and
retrieved some handcuffs.
"You're under arrest." she said smiling as she dangled them from her
finger. She moved his bulging arms against the bars of the headboard.
He did not resist at all.
"I'd prefer you served me with a writ of habeas corpus," he replied.
She had never cuffed him before but she was becoming more and more
kinky each time they fucked and he would allow her to do as she
pleased. In a moment she had cuffed his hands over his head to the bed
and he lay naked with an impressively raging hard-on.
"Come on baby, lick it, suck it, like last time." He whispered. But she
withdrew from him and walked away. She took the key for the cuffs and
looped it onto a necklace on her dresser. She then began to undress
herself from across the room. She unfastened her halter top and tossed
it to the side. David's face was wild as he watched her healthy breasts
bounce forward in her white lace bra. She kept her belly chain on her
body but removed her skirt from about her hips revealing her matching
white lace thong panties. All of this she did very slowly allowing him
time to enjoy, savor and simmer. She turned off the lamp in the room
but left a small nightlight on which gave the room a shadowy, soft,
candlelit illumination.
She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra allowing her breasts
to bounce forward. David moved in the cuffs, he desperately wanted to
begin stroking the soft firm tits that thrust forth naked in the open
air and lick her generously sized pink nipples. She then placed the
necklace with the handcuff key around her neck, it dangled against the
softness of her bosom as she walked towards him. She kneeled on the
floor at the side of the bed so that her breasts heaved against the
edge of the mattress near the right side of his pelvis as he lay in
bondage. With her long nails she began to stroke along his upper thighs
keeping her eyes directly on his cock. She trailed her fingers all
around it but never touched it at all. He began to struggle against the
cuffs.
"C'mon Angela, suck it, lick it!" he said.
She looked to him and smiled. She bent her head down towards his dick
and puckered her full lips but then withdrew and instead just blew him
a kiss.
"C'mon Angela," he exclaimed impatiently.
"No," she said calmly.
"Why not?" He replied desperately.
"Sweety, your dick is indeed quite impressive, but I've seen you better
than this. I want an enthusiastic erection, not just a normal one" she
said as she continued to trail her fingers along his thighs while
smiling and occasionally looking at him. "I want you throbbing, with
your veins protruding."
She pulled her thong straps up so they looped over her hips and
departed from him as he lurched in the cuffs; groaning as her touch
left him. She walked over to her bookshelf as he watched her shapely
ass move. After retrieving her copy of "Lady Chatterley’s Lover" she
returned to him. She again kneeled to the side of the bed where she had
been before. She placed the book against the right side of his hip and
began to read a salacious portion that she had earlier marked. She
still continued to stroke his thigh and pelvis with her long nails as
she read about the passion of Constance Chatterley, again avoiding
touching his member. While reading she would occasionally lick her lips
slowly and sensuously. She wanted to experiment with David to make him
as desperate as the inmates that she saw everyday. To experience what
it would be like to be ravaged by a man who was truly dying of longing
for a female.
"Angela please, I'm hard enough," he said.
She smiled at hearing him begin to beg. She put her finger into her
mouth and released it with a suck and put it on his lips. "Please be
patient David, it may be sometime yet."
David didn't know what to say. He was becoming frustrated yet he wasn't
about to get angry at her, he definitely needed to have sex with her
and soon. She resumed her reading, as she talked of passionate
lovemaking and burning caresses she looked into David's eyes and saw
his desperate need which reminded her of what had happened that past
Tuesday.
***
She had been eating lunch in the small cafeteria that was for the
staff. Keisha and Tiffany were seated with her as they ate their meals
while they chattered about clothes, gardening and other various topics.
Through the window of the cafeteria Angela could see that three inmates
were seated in front of the drug counselor’s office. Due to the way the
hallway was positioned they could just make her out through the
cafeteria window but could not see the other two girls. Angela
pretended to pay them no mind even though one of them was clearly
staring at her.
As Tiffany and Keisha chatted away, Angela pulled out the banana from
her lunch bag. It was larger than the average banana and she knew she
would more than likely not finish it. She held it in her hand close to
her mouth. She quickly glanced from the corner of her eyes and saw that
all three of the inmates were now looking at her with complete
attention. She slowly peeled the banana while still holding it close to
her mouth. Keisha and Tiffany were too deep into their own conversation
to take notice of her. She took the banana into her mouth, sucking in
her cheeks as she did so. She pulled her mouth off the banana and
slowly chewed. After which she took a sip of her beverage and slowly
licked the residue from her lips before putting the banana in her mouth
again and taking a long slow bite. From the corner of her vision she
saw that there were actually five inmates. Two were now leaning over to
get a better view as she pretended not to notice them. She slowly
continued eating the banana for their entertainment making it last for
several minutes before an instructor arrived to retrieve the five
inmates to march them outside for another round of calisthenics in the
sweltering heat.
***
For five to ten minutes she read to David who was becoming increasingly
impatient as she continued caressing everything but his cock. At one
point he thrust his hips upward causing her book to fall to the floor.
"Please don't do that again, or I may have to leave the room," she
warned.
"No don't do that," he said now fully unable to control himself. "I
couldn't stand it if you left me; you look so beautiful right now,
PLEASE," Her lips were full and perfect and could massage his dick to
eruption; her heavy breasts were pressed against the bed, the key that
held him in bondage rested against her soft cleavage.
"Oh you are just so nice to me," she responded in a girlish way. She
reached to grab his dick but just before she touched it she quickly
withdrew her hand holding it away. He thrust his hips up again as the
book fell to the floor.
"Oh no, I guess I have to leave you now," she said, mocking his
desperation for her.
"NO, please don't, please take me in your mouth now!" he said pleading.
"I'm so very sorry, but I'm afraid it isn't throbbing the way I enjoy
it, I think it may need to cook a bit longer, Don't you?" He groaned in
response his arms bulging in the cuffs. She crawled over to the end of
the bed, to his toes. She looked at him and began to lick his big toe.
He immediately felt the sensation of her tongue as it tickled his foot.
She kept her eyes on him the entire time as she licked his toes with
just the tip of her tongue, reaching up and massaging his upper thighs
as she continued. She took his toe entirely into her mouth and he
shuddered as he felt her tongue circle around the tip of it. She
released his toe with a sucking sound and crawled back over to her
book. His dick was raging with veins popping along the sides. She
brought her face close to inspect it and again began massaging around
it without actually touching it. She stroked his hips and looked
towards her book again.
"Let me share with you another chapter," she said as David groaned
miserably in desperation and desire.
His cock was now as hard as Sean's had become during the surprise
shakedown earlier in the week.
***
Surprise shakedowns were quite common at all correctional facilities as
inmates would often smuggle in drugs and weapons. Ironically it was
most often the guards that allowed such smuggling to occur. This was
her first time witnessing a shakedown and her first time in the actual
barracks of the inmates. She had to accompany the C.O. and all the
instructors with a clipboard as they did a thorough search of each
section. Needless to say there was the usual cursing, pushups and
nudity that she had become used to.
Each inmate had to strip naked, stand himself at attention at the end
of his bunk. One officer would inspect the inmate thoroughly using
rubber gloves, while the other officer would plow through the inmate’s
belongings. Each bay took a total of 30 minutes to fully inspect and
there were six bays in all. The men would have to remain nude until
their area had been completely searched. Angela stood fully dressed
within the grasp of the naked, embarrassed and sometimes erect inmates.
She had the name of each man on her clipboard and would check them off
if they were searched and found to be clean, or if they were in
possession of contraband.
A canine unit was actually brought in to sniff for drugs at one point.
She was surprised to find that they had found a bag of cannabis in one
of the inmate’s footlockers. The instructor immediately handcuffed the
inmate and told Angela to put a red check mark by his name in the
clipboard to which she complied. A red check mark essentially meant
that this inmate would immediately be sent to the penitentiary. He had
committed a serious infraction from which there were no second chances
or reprimands. As she uncapped her red pen and stroked the mark next to
the inmates name a feeling of sadness engulfed her. This man had a
chance and failed to embrace it and now he would do hard time. He was
led away in cuffs by two of the guards.
For what seemed like an interminable time she walked past each inmate
as they were thoroughly searched. She had never seen so much male
anatomy in her life. She moved along walking past each man standing at
attention as she read off the names of the searched individuals one by
one. She eventually read the name of inmate Anderson, Sean R. A male
instructor began searching through Sean's foot locker and going through
his mattress. Sean stood naked and at attention. He looked directly at
Angela who had read his name off the clipboard. She was dressed
conservatively but her skirt and blouse wrapped so tightly about her
that he was mesmerized all over again. He had been quite popular in
high school and he knew that she must have remembered his name by now.
Angela stood within a few feet of Sean as he struggled to keep his dick
from swelling right in front of her; he was failing. The more he tried
to stop it from happening the worse it seemed to become. Guards and
instructors were all over the barracks searching the various inmates,
screaming and cursing. Angela looked about the shambles of the bay and
then turned back towards Sean who now was presenting a massive hard-on.
She instantly looked towards her clipboard. Sean turned beet red, he
was naked and erect right in front of her; he wondered if this could
become any more humiliating. Unfortunately for him, the answer was yes.
Sonia approached him as she snapped on her rubber gloves loudly and
ordered Sean to turn around and bend over. He was devastated but he
immediately complied.
For what seemed an agonizingly endless time Sean bent over with his
backside spread in front of his dream girl, the girl he desired more
intensely than any he had ever seen as this female instructor inspected
him. How could he even face her again after this. But he would have to
face her as after Sonia finished the examination she ordered him to
turn about and stand to attention once again.
"Cavity search negative," Sonia told Angela as she marked it on the
clipboard.
"Your middle initial is 'R' correct?" asked Angela quietly and civilly.
Suddenly, T-bone who was standing at attention at the very next bunk
interjected.
"You can jus call him peckerhead like the res of us ma'am," he remarked
loudly as a few of the inmates snickered. Sonia immediately ordered
T-bone to the floor to begin toiling. Sean turned a deeper shade of red
in embarassment at having his unflattering pseudonym publicly declared
in front of Angela.
"Yes, R is my middle initial" replied Sean angrily as he stood rigid.
Immediately the male instructor who had been searching his footlocker
was in his face.
"It's yes MA'AM, FUCKHEAD," he shouted.
Sean paused before responding as told. "YES MA'AM!"
As the male instructor finished tearing through Sean's locker, Angela's
eyes met Sean's. It was only for few moments but the exchange was
definite. A naked and erect, blushing and imprisoned Sean Anderson
regarded the fully dressed, beautiful and free Angela Prescott. He now
knew that she recognized him and probably had from the very first time
in the reception room as well. Angela looked to Sean and suddenly all
the insults and cruelty that he had subjected her to came to her mind.
He had been very mean to her but now the tables had turned. As much as
she tried to stop herself she couldn't resist giving him a triumphant
smirk that he more than recognized. He stood before her utterly
defeated; he knew that she was more than aware that he was lusting for
her. With that terrible but beautiful smile she was mocking him in his
incarceration and loneliness. She had him right where she wanted him
and there wasn't a thing he could do about it other than stand before
her helplessly nude and at attention with his throbbing hard-on
betraying how much he desired her while she gloated in victory.
"Property search negative," the instructor shouted to Angela, who
quickly checked off Sean's name indicating that he had completed the
search successfully. "However I noticed his bunk was made up very
sloppily before I tore it up, SO DROP!”
Sean immediately dropped to the ground at Angela's feet to yet again
perform pushups in the nude. He watched her high heeled shoes walk
barely a foot in front of his face as Angela moved to the next inmate.
***
"Alright Angela, PLEASE LET ME LOOSE!" exclaimed David.
She had been reading for an additional ten minutes while she stroked
his body and licked her lips. She finally tossed the book aside and put
her face right up to his engorged cock.
"It hurts, my cock hurts, please Angela It's SO READY FOR YOU!" he
begged.
"Oh dear," she whispered. "You poor thing, it's causing you pain,
perhaps I can cool it off a bit." She brought her mouth within an inch
of the base of his dick, puckered her full lips and began to blow air
along the shaft. David once again tried to thrust his hips upward
hoping to have his cock touch her lips.
"Ah, ah ah....remember what I said," She reminded him as she resumed
blowing air onto his fully swollen member. She began whispering to him
as she paused from her gentle blowing. "I'm hoping this cools the poor
thing off, it is so huge and it throbs just the way I like it, it's so
beautiful. Oh David, there's nothing that I would like more than to
wrap my lips around your big hard cock." She placed her hand barely an
inch away from his member and ran her fingers up and down along his
shaft without touching. "I can feel the heat coming off of it, you must
feel so desperate."
"PLEASE ANGELA, I BEG YOU," he shouted.
With that, she took his dick into her hand. He immediately jerked his
body as if he had been electrocuted. She began to lick the shaft from
the base to its tip with her tongue as he groaned loudly. At first she
used just the very tip of it but then used more of her tongue as if she
was licking a popsicle. His arms pulled at the cuffs. She kissed the
head of his dick and took it into her mouth while massaging his inner
thighs with her hands. His face was wild with pleasure as she suddenly
withdrew.
"NO!" he shouted.
She contemplated reading to him some more, or caressing him and making
him grovel for her yet again, but she couldn't. She already had her fun
and it was now time to bring pleasure to her man and quench his raging
desires. She took his cock fully into her mouth and began to suck. He
gasped as she did this feeling the warmth of her mouth and her tongue.
She continued massaging his thighs as she sucked and licked. She then
moved her fingers to his balls and began to gently squeeze them,
caressing away the pain that he had been experiencing. He looked to
her, the feeling of her sucking him was incredible as she knew just how
to do it; the view of her pretty face, her full lips wrapped around
him, her hair draped over his pelvis, her tits pushing against his side
and her hands tickling his balls were too much. He was so pent up with
lust that it wasn't long before he cried out and erupted, his load
shooting into her mouth which she happily swallowed.
She continued to suck him off and squeeze and caress his balls until
long after he was empty. When he was no longer hard, she wiped her
mouth and straddled him, putting her breasts in his face as she
unlocked him from his torment. His bulging arms immediately wrapped
around her soft body to keep her from escaping.
"That was good" she said very innocently.
"I love you Angela" said David. He felt very awkward making such an
important declaration.
She paused before responding, ”Thank-you, that's so sweet" she said.
She was a bit taken aback by his revelation. She had never had a
boyfriend until just the last two years and she wasn't ready to open
her heart as it had been spat upon so many times in the past by cruel
people.
David was somewhat crushed by her rejection and non-response . He meant
what he said. But for now he would let the matter go and leave it for
later. He was still a man and wasn't about to let his emotions
interfere with a night of passionate sex.
***
In the darkened barracks Sean had completed his nightly masturbation
session. He returned to his bunk where earlier that week he had
stripped, sprouted an erection and bent over in front of the girl he
wanted more than any other. He asked himself again could this situation
get any worse. Again the answer would prove to be yes. As he approached
his bunk he noticed T-bone was seated on it. He rose from the bunk upon
seeing Sean and approached him.
"Hey peckerhead, I think these are yours," he whispered as he handed
Sean a pair of purple thong panties. Sean stared at them in shock as a
couple of the inmates in the nearby bunks laughed. "Keep them hidden
under your fuckin bunk till I tell you tell bring em out," he said
softly as not to be heard by the outside guard. Sean wasn't prepared to
fight with T-bone so he simply did as instructed while the other
inmates chuckled. He put the panties under his mattress. T-bone smiled
and crawled onto his bunk to go to sleep.
Sean's world seemed to be crashing down around him. There was no way he
was going to be the platoon bitch and model underwear in front of the
other inmates. But to refuse would mean he would have to fight T-bone;
a person whom had knocked him to the ground with just one punch at the
county jail, a man who could kill him. Sean lay in his bunk terrified.
He had only two options, both would result in extreme agony whether
emotional or physical. He cursed himself for getting arrested as tears
began to swell in his eyes. How many times had he intentionally made
other people cry, now here he was weeping like some little girl. He
wept and thought of his lost freedom and yet again about the stunning
woman that had defeated him and who was still haunting his mind
terribly.
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