Loading...It’s unusual for me to escort a prisoner alone, but we are in the middle of a shift change, it’s a quiet night on the cell block, and besides the other guards like to bust my balls about equal rights and this gave them the opportunity to crack a few jokes. I’m the only female guard that works this cellblock, and getting picked on is just another hazard in the work place. Frank Pascua, who is leaving for the night, wished me good luck as he pulled on his jacket.
I stick up my middle finger with a sarcastic smirk. “Get fucked,” I say. Then to Bill, who is watching a basketball game and eating a bag of Doritos, “He’s going to solitary cell 14, right?” Bill nods, I take the key ring for the solitary cellblock and head off.
The prisoner I’m moving is John Tanner, 25 years old, in for 10 years for a murder committed in the midst of a liquor store robbery. Normally he is relatively calm, for a maximum security inmate, but a half an hour ago he freaked out and punched a guard during a routine cell shakedown and is now going to enjoy a couple of days in solitary confinement to learn a little lesson. When I get to his cell he is still pacing, his jaw clenched and lips pursed. He is on the small side, only 5’7″ or 5’8″ and slender. His hair is dark brown and perpetually tousled, with light green eyes and a pale complexion. I mean, all these prisoners are pale, but Tanner’s skin looks translucent. Black Irish, maybe, I muse, and not unattractive. But a douche bag, just like all the rest of them.
“You know where you’re headed, right Tanner?” I say, pausing before I open the door.
“The fucking hole,” he says, rolling his eyes to the ceiling but not looking at me.
“That’s exactly right,” I say, pushing the cell key into the lock. I pause again. “You gonna behave on the way down there or am I gonna have to give you a face full of mace?” Now he looks at me.
“Let’s just fucking go,” he says. Satisfied with his answer and his peaceful demeanor, I open the door, Tanner steps out, and we start walking down the hallway.
“So you’re gonna be down there with your cellmate,” I say to the back of Tanner’s head. His cellmate, Vince Contadino, is the resident block psycho: an arrogant, calculating sociopath who seems to spend at least one day a week in the hole for assaults on fellow inmates, sometimes of a sexual nature. Tanner shrugs, refuses to answer. “Don’t wanna make small talk?” I say. Tanner remains silent. I give up and just concentrate on clocking his movements so that he doesn’t try anything.
When we get to the solitary block I pick up a piss pail from the supply closet and walk Tanner down to cell 14. I unlock the door, pick up the pail, and open the door backwards, facing Tanner, unwilling to turn my back to him. But suddenly I see something change in his face; his expression goes from bored indifference to intensely interested, and instinctively I turn around.
“Oh fuck -” is all I have time to gasp before I am jerked into the cell and hit in the face. The last thing I hear is the door clicking closed, and as my eyes flutter closed I see Vince Contadino’s smirking face leaning over me. I lose consciousness.
When I come to I am laying on my back on the cot. My hands are hoisted up over my head, and when I try to bring them down I hear the familiar rattle of handcuffs. Then I hear a chuckle that slowly builds in crescendo and ends in a little hoot. It’s Contadino. He is standing at the end of the cot, his hands on the foot of the bed frame, leaning forward, smiling at me. Before I found myself in this predicament, I thought Contadino was the hottest man on my block. In his late thirties, he is built like a bull: wide and powerfully muscular through the chest with a trim waist, slim hips, and a tight ass that strained against the seat of his pants. And I had definitely noticed that other things seemed too big for the confines of his prison uniform. His face was lean and mean, his eyes mischievously blue, his jaw line strong and masculine, a receding hairline and a drop dead smile. It was all I could do at times to keep my professional composure and avoid flirting with him. I kept reminding myself that he was a dangerous murderer, not a date.
This fact was never more apparent than it is right now. “I was getting so bored in here,” Contadino says. “And then all of the sudden you show up with Johnny. One is lonely, two is company, three is a party,” he counts on his fingers, then smiles brilliantly at me again.
“Contadino, you are going to be in a world of shit if you don’t let me up right now,” I say, using my best tough bitch voice. I’m trying to figure out how in the fuck this happened…Did I open the wrong cell? Did Bill tell me the wrong cell number? My mind is racing, and I jerk at the handcuffs in frustration. “A world of shit, Contadino!” I yell. He only laughs, comes around and sits beside me on the bed.
“What was that movie, the Vietnam one…The guy says, I am in a world of shit. Well,” he gestures to the cell around us. “Can’t get any worse. Already doing life. And don’t worry, Officer Branson…” He seems to muse for a moment. “Or I’ll just call you Karen, since we’re about to get really familiar with each other. So, don’t worry, Karen. I’m not gonna kill you.” He reaches for my face, strokes my cheek, runs a finger over my lips, trails it down my chin and neck and pauses between my breasts. Then he leans over me and almost tenderly unbuttons my uniform. He pulls my shirt open, and pulls up my undershirt. He slips one hand inside my bra and cups my breast. “Know how long it’s been since I’ve felt a pair of tits?” he asks me. He twiddles my nipple between two of his fingers and to my shame it grows hard under his touch. “Oooohhh, hahaha,” he laughs. “Karen, I think you like that. Interesting.” He is speaking slowly, languorously, softly. He pulls his hand out of my bra and stands up.
He turns around and puts his arm around Tanner who was standing behind him, watching us, and gives him a friendly hug. “And you brought my roomie. So thoughtful. You know Johnny is my bitch right?”
I don’t answer, even though I and everyone else on the cellblock know this. Carbino is jealous and possessive of Tanner, and compared to most other butch/ bitch relationships, almost dotes on him. “You don’t have to do this,” I plead. Contadino doesn’t acknowledge this. Instead he turns Tanner toward him, grabs him by the face and kisses him – open mouthed, passionately.
“Why don’t you show me what I was missing last night when these pigs threw me in this fucking shithole,” he suggests to Tanner, and Tanner obediently kneels down. I notice that Contadino is already at least semi-erect. His cock lays against his right hip, bulging underneath his pocket. Tanner begins to unbutton Contadino’s pants and Contadino looks over at me. “I want you to see the competition you’re going to be up against,” he smirks. I take a breath in preparation for another plea for mercy, but then I am silenced as I see Tanner pull Contadino’s cock out of his pants. It is huge. Easily nine inches, turgid, veiny, and thick, with a fat head growing a deep scarlet with the increased blood flow. So help me god I am actually turned on. Scared, but turned on.
Tanner slides the swollen knob of Contadino’s cock into his mouth and sucks it slowly, sensually. He takes more into his mouth, and more, working the huge dick back into his throat until his nose is practically in Contadino’s bush, then he pulls back and repeats. Contadino holds Tanner’s head behind the ears and stares dead in my eyes as Tanner deep throats him. “What do you think?” he asks me. He gently pulls Tanner’s hungry mouth off of him and faces me, saliva-shiny cock in his hand. He shakes it at me lewdly. “Some stiff competition,” he laughs. He walks over to me slowly, stroking himself idly and keeping his crystalline blue eyes locked on mine. Contadino stands close enough to the bedside that I feel his shins hit the metal bed frame and slowly jerks himself off, cock hovering over my face. “Think you’re up to it, Karen?” he asks. “I had to train Johnny here, but surely a good-looking woman like you has already had lots of practice…”
“Contadino…please don’t do this,” I whisper, but my voice is sounding less sincere and more fascinated, and my eyes are trained on his fat dick. He pulls his tight fist slowly down its length and a drop of precum forms at his slit and drools slowly out until it drips off, landing on the side of my nose. Contadino gives a low, appreciative moan.
“Don’t worry, Karen, I’ll give you a chance to warm up.” He turns to Tanner. “Wanna have a little fun with her mouth, baby?” he asks. Contadino steps aside, and Tanner steps forward. His dick is already out of his pants. The little faggot must have been jerking while watching his boyfriend terrorize me. Tanner’s cock is far less impressive, maybe between six or seven inches and without Contadino’s terrifying girth. But it is certainly erect, straining upward from his crotch. Despite Contadino’s best efforts, Tanner still seemed to be able to get it up for a woman.
Tanner kneels on the bed. The position is awkward and he pulls off his shirt and stuffs it between my head and the pillow. He straddles my chest and now his cock is pointing directly into my face and I am staring at it, whispering my pleads for clemency. But Tanner isn’t even looking at me. I stare past his menacing erection and realize that Contadino is standing at the head of the bed now, and Tanner is looking at him as if he is asking permission. “Go ahead, Johnny,” he grins. Tanner guides his cock toward my lips, pressing the head of it against them and rubbing it back and forth until it slips between my lips and rubs against my teeth. Contadino notices I’m not opening my mouth and leans down quickly. “Karen,” he hisses, “I promised I wasn’t gonna kill you…but I will fuck up your pretty face if you don’t open that slut mouth of yours and suck him off.” I hesitate for a brief second, then comply. Tanner’s cock hits my tongue first and I taste the slightly bitter salt of his precum before it slides further back and finally nudges my tonsils. I gag slightly, but squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on obeying Contadino’s orders. When he pulls out of my throat I suck the underside of his cock head, fluttering my tongue against it, and I hear Tanner moan, but the moan is oddly muffled. I open my eyes and look up. Tanner is stroking Contadino’s cock and they are once again lip-locked. Contadino is just standing there, hands down at his sides, in complete control. There was something oddly arousing about this display of homoerotic desire, particularly the way that Contadino oozed masculinity but was so comfortable putting his tongue in another man’s mouth, an act that was far more intimate than your more typical prison shower scenarios. Now I am watching them as I continue to nurse on Tanner’s dick. In some strange way I am even feeling motivated to perform well, to make Tanner cum, as if I am somehow colluding with Contadino and his love of subjugating his bitch. But Contadino is running this show, and he is not ready to let Tanner orgasm yet.
He orders Tanner off the bed and takes his place. His gigantic cock is in my face. His head is cocked and his brilliant blue eyes are scanning my face, a mocking light inside them, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. I break eye contact and instead watch as his fist curls around his cock and he idly strokes himself again. “You know,” he says, almost conversationally. “Tanner came to me too. Just like you. Cuz he wanted something I could give him. He wanted protection. Now, you’ve come to me. Not for protection…” He started leaning in further, guiding his cock to my mouth. “You came to me cuz you wanted something else I can give you.” His voice is practically a whisper as the tip of his cock finds my moistened lips and I don’t waste a second opening my mouth.
The truth is, I do want it. Being tied up, being helpless, being raped — it just gives me an excuse to have it happen without taking any of the blame. He sighs as the first inch of his cock disappears into my face. I involuntarily press my thighs together in a vain effort to try to alleviate some of the throbbing that has begun in my clit. His cock is too big for me. It is choking me, gagging me, drowning me; it fills my entire mouth and throat with it’s heated, throbbing invasion. Contadino keeps pushing, agonizingly slow, until I am unable to breathe and begin to panic, letting out a couple muffled shrieks before he finally pulls out. A thick string of saliva hangs between my lower lip and the tip of his cock. I am gasping for air. “Johnny couldn’t handle it at first, either,” he says. “But he got lots and lots of practice…” He leaned in and began round two of violating my throat. “Pretty soon you lose that gag reflex.” I sputtered and coughed around his cock and spit began to leak out of the sides of my mouth, sliding down my cheeks as he slowly, cruelly fucked my mouth. I am making gagging, grunting sounds as the fat head of his cock thrusts against the deepest parts of my throat, and involuntary tears are leaking from the corners of my eyes. I look up at him. He is still wearing that half smile. He is a bastard. But I just can’t make my pussy understand that. I am wet as all hell and my clit is thumping with every beat of my heart, even as I feel more shameful degradation than I ever have in my entire life.
Finally he is pulling out of my mouth and getting off of the bed. The blow job I had given him was nothing like the one I gave Tanner, where I was trying to please him with artful tricks of my mouth and tongue; this had been Contadino exerting his will over me, controlling me…making me his bitch. I have a brief respite to suck much needed air into my lungs and swallow the spit pooling in my mouth. All I can taste is Contadino’s cock. It tastes damn good. He sends Tanner back over to me and there is another cock in my face. This time I lick his shaft up and down. I tease the head with light kisses and quick laps of my soft, hot tongue. I duck my tongue lower, into his pants, and briefly lick his balls. Suddenly I feel Contadino getting back on the bed, but I can’t see him and have no idea what is happening. My pussy throbs even more and I am almost willing him to touch me, to fuck me, to make me cum. But I feel nothing. Instead, I can gather that Tanner is moving by the way his dick jabs abruptly into the side of my mouth and then simultaneously he lets out a strained cry and his cock stabs back into my mouth until his stomach is pressed against my forehead. It happens again: his agonized voice and his erection plunging into my throat and I realize that Contadino is fucking him up the ass. I can feel his balls brush between my tits with every stroke.
Now I can’t move, can only lay there and listen to them, my mouth a receptacle for Tanner’s dick as every thrust from Contadino forces him to fuck my throat. But it is over quickly — I feel the first spurt of Tanner’s cum on the back of my tongue, followed immediately by two huge spurts that I am forced to choke down. Tanner is mindlessly babbling “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” And then I feel Contadino stand up. Tanner follows, his softening dick slipping out of my mouth, leaving behind the acrid, salty taste of his sperm. For a minute we are all out of breath, and there is silence. Then he comes back over and straddles me again.
“Guess what, Karen?” he grins. “I still haven’t cum. How about you?” At this point I didn’t know if I was disgusted or still turned on. He moves down my body until he is sitting on my knees, pinning me down. He unfastens my belt, the button on my pants, the zipper, and with his right hand on my lower belly, slowly slides his thumb down into the waistband of my underwear…further down to the top of my slit…and then over the hood of my clit. I involuntarily jump at his touch. I know he can feel how wet I am. He buries his thumb further between my bare pussy lips until it is resting right on my tender button, then starts rubbing in slow circles. I writhe under his hand and squeeze my eyes tightly together. I want to cum — badly, but this is wrong, so wrong. I know he is watching me squirm, enjoying it, toying with me. And then he takes his hand away. I open my eyes and watch him yank my pants and panties down.
“Johnny,” he calls over his shoulders as he kneels between my thighs and holds my knees apart and down to the bed. “Sit up there and grab her fucking ankles,” Contadino instructs. Tanner climbs over me and sits on the metal head board, his feet on the mattress at my sides, his cock and balls dangling over my face. Contadino pushes my legs back and Tanner grabs one in each hand and pulls back. I am completely exposed to Contadino’s icy blue eyes. I can feel them run over my wide open pussy and my exposed asshole. I cry out as I feel the tip of his gigantic cock nudge my clit. “Which hole?” he asks, and runs the head of his cock over my slick clit, past the juicy entrance to my cunt, and down to my asshole. He pauses there, giving me a little poke.
“No please!” I blurt out. That would kill me. He slides back up to my clit and starts lightly slapping my pussy with his cock.
“So long since I had a nice piece of pussy,” Contadino purrs. “Never pictured you with such a pretty pussy, Karen,” he chuckled. With his left hand he reached down and spread my lips painfully wide, completely exposing my clit, and rubbed the fat head of his cock back and forth across it. My thighs are twitching and I can feel my legs trembling in Tanner’s hands. The head moves down to the opening of my pussy. I hold my breath as I wait for the pain.
But suddenly Tanner is moving, kneeling over me now, still tightly gripping my ankles. At this angle it would be pretty easy for him to slide his cock right down my throat, which he does. The motherfucker is already hard again. This sudden intrusion causes me to give a gurgly little yelp, and then all I am crying out around his cock as Contadino pushes the entire head of his dick into my pussy. I struggle against Tanner’s grip but only succeed in further filling both of my holes with hard cock. I am grunting and slobbering and screaming all over Tanner’s cock as I feel Contadino’s cock slide further and further inside me. I have never had my pussy stretched so wide in my entire life. The pain is delicious. I can feel his veiny shaft sliding against my clit. The head of Contadino’s dick bumps my cervix and I scream out again. I stop thrashing and just lay there, trembling, impaled on one cock and devouring another, and for a second it’s like we all pause.
Then they start fucking me. I’m making sounds like an animal, noises I never imagined could come out of a human being. I’m thrashing in between them. They are both holding my legs now, spreading them painfully wide apart, and kissing each other over my torso every now and then. I cum on Contadino’s dick for the first time after only about two minutes, but get no relief from it. I can feel another orgasm starting to build right away as Contadino starts pounding my pussy even harder. I am screaming, but they couldn’t tell as my throat is full of Tanner’s thrusting cock. I am in pain but yet I feel like I am being forced to cum, almost against my own will.
My second orgasm sends a spray of liquid shooting out all over Contadino’s lower belly, drenching his cock and balls. While I am still in it’s throes, Tanner dumps his second load down my throat and my shrieks are silenced while I struggle to swallow it all. Finally he pulls out of my mouth and sits back on the bed rail. My face is a mess, covered in the spit and sperm that I am coughing and burbling all over myself. I struggle to close my legs as Contadino keeps pounding away but I can’t free myself from the painful grip they have on my legs. I cum again, screaming out loud now, begging them to stop as my pussy sprays again and then, finally, I hear Contadino cry out and he buries his cock so far in me I can taste it again. I have never felt a man actually cumming inside me before, but I feel Contadino. My pussy is flooded with hot liquid. The room is silent except for Contadino’s panting. He holds his cock in me for a few minutes while he catches his breath, then withdraws it. My pussy feels battered, bruised, and gaping.
“I told you…” Contadino says. “You came to me for something I could give you. Something you wanted.” My eyes flutter open and I see him buckling his pants.
“No more, please,” I beg. I can’t take any more sex, anymore orgasms. Contadino chuckles.
“You’re not done yet Karen. Almost. I can’t let what I gave you go to waste — Johnny always gets that.” He waves Tanner over to me. “Go ahead, baby. Eat it out of her.” Contadino gets in the same position Tanner was when they were fucking me, sitting on the bedrail and holding my ankles back and in the air. Tanner kneels between my legs, bends his head down, and I feel his lips against mine. His tongue delves in and out of my pussy, scooping out as much of Contadino’s load as he can manage. “Get it all,” Contadino instructs. Tanner’s nose is against my sensitive, over- stimulated clit, and my legs are quivering with the sensory overload. Tanner’s tongue probes me. I can feel him sucking at the entrance to my cunt. Then he briefly swirls his tongue over my clit and I buck my hips and strain against another orgasm. Finally he is done.
“You made a colossal mistake bringing Johnny into this room. You know that, don’t you?” Contadino giggles. “You could lose your job. Oh ya. And your DNA is all over this bed. They’re gonna know you liked it. It’s gonna look consensual. And let’s face it, Karen…” I feel him undoing the handcuffs and suddenly my hands are free. “It pretty much was consensual, wasn’t it?” For a few seconds I just lay there, and I realize that he is right. I had put everyone in danger. I get up on sore, aching limbs, and start to get dressed. “So what’s it gonna be?” Contadino asks.
I pause, thinking, suddenly feeling more humiliated than I had during the entire ordeal. “I’m taking Tanner to the next cell…and I’m going back to finish my shift…and no one has to know,” I concede. Contadino shines his arrogant smile on me.
“Lucky me,” he says. “The only guy on the block with two bitches.”
I say nothing, and look for my keys while Tanner waits by the door.