0 comments/ 574334 views/ 59 favorites Prison Love By: AnonFineDay I never expected prison to be like it was. Sure, I had heard all the stories about rape in prison, and the gay guys, but I never, ever believed it. I would always laugh, and punch them. But then, I got into real trouble. It was the day I took a chair and threw it, and it shattered, blinding a person by hitting him in the eyes. I got three weeks in prison and then 40 hours community service. I was very stressed. So, I was practically being dragged down the dark, murky hallway of the prison cell, the guards telling me to stand up and move right, not layin' around on my lazy ass. It was bad enough I was in prison, let alone being dragged into it. My knee's scraped the floor mercilessly. All around, the men yelled out jokes to me, a few whistling. I've been regarded as good looking by most people. I've had my share of girls, sure, sex, love, whatever. But never before prison had I even thought of getting fucked or being fucked by a man. It . . . Was somehow too strange. So, naturally, when I was thrown in my prison cell, that wasn't what I was thinking about. I was more planning a way out, hardly noticing the big, husky male sitting on the bed, looking at me. After about an hour, I sat down on the cot, and turned to see him. I was a bit startled, but I really didn't care that he was there. Not yet, at least. The guy was big. Really big. His arms must've been twice the size of mine, and he had half a foot on me. I was strong, but no where near that strong. He looked at me for a while. Finally, the guards yelled lights out, and suddenly, all the lights went out except for a few dim lights in each cell, barely illuminating it. Suddenly, the cot creaked, and in the dim light I saw the man stand up and stretch. Good, I thought, I can lie down now. I was just leaning over when he grasped my shoulder and pulled me to my feet, hard. He pulled me in tight, and looked at me, and once again did a grin. It was a wide, meaningful grin. As I got closer and closer, I could feel his cock beneath his uniform. It was semi-erect, and wanting me. I knew it. I tried to step back, but he held me tight. I couldn't yell for some strange reason. All I knew was that he was suddenly kissing me, tongue flying deep in my mouth, licking the inside of it. He began to take the zipper on the orange suit down, slowly as he kissed me. I didn't kiss back. Once again, I attempted to break loose, but couldn't. It was too hard to. Pretty soon, the zipper was all the way down, and he began to remove the suit, finally lifting me up high, and getting it from around my legs. All that was left were my boxer shorts. He seemed to hate them, nearly ripping them off, which he could have with his grip. He continued to pull them off until they were on top of my suit. Still kissing me, he put me down naked, cock draped down limp. Finally, he stopped and began to strip down fast. The kiss wasn't bad, just like every girl-kiss, just from a guy. In a few seconds he was totally naked, bare penis exposed. It was amazingly huge, about one and a half times the width of mine and almost twice as long at 16 inches. It was a true mammoth. I had never seen something like that before. My mouth dropped. He smiled, and turned me around. It was then it suddenly hit me he was going to rape my ass, with that huge slab of meat, my ass which had never even had a normal sized penis in it. I knew if I resisted it would hurt more, so I meekly bent over, cock limp and down. Then, I felt it on my cheeks, grazing them until it reached the hole, slowly entering in. The mammoth head moved with purpose, flowing into me, and suddenly pumping deep inside. It hurt. But it was amazingly good. My cock was erect as stone in a flash, and he somehow knew it, and grabbed it in his powerful hands, jacking me off slowly, pumping in behind. It hurt so good, and I remember his huge width and length sliding into me, pumping in and out. I was in ecstasy, near crying out in pleasure. I never realized guys could be so great to have in you. I felt a build up inside of me, and my prick began to throb lightly, sperm building up. Soon I would explode into his hand. I could feel his wonderful manhood begin to vibrate slowly, and I could only imagine what it would be like, a cock of that size, and his huge sac, erupting in orgasm, his warm cum flowing around inside of my hot ass. His pumping of manhood and stroking of my cock became more and more rapid, more fierce, more pleasurable. In and out, over and over, he stroked and pumped, until I could stand it no longer. In a cry of pure orgasm, I erupted in his hands, shooting a load over his hands and outward. Again and again I came, stronger than I ever had cum before, my sperm flowing freely. It stopped a little while later, and I grew limp in his hands. Suddenly, on an huge inward thrust, I was hard again, and suddenly felt warm cum flow into my ass wall. It was so amazing, not only in force and pleasure, but in amount. It seemed never-ending, a continuous flow of amazing liquid inside my tight ass crack. Finally, he came out of me, limp again but still huge, and kneeled down, and immediately began to kiss the head of my cock. The cum dripped out of my ass and onto the floor, as he began to kiss and lick all over, including my sac. He got me harder and harder and almost vertical before he took me in. Looking up and me, he slipped his mouth over my erection slowly and with skill. He began to slide his mouth along the head and shaft, up and down with speed and skill, twirling his tongue around my pre-cummed head, until finally, he slipped it down. I felt it press against the back of his throat, and yet he pushed it down his throat. He got all the way down the shaft until no more was left, and cupped my balls. Orgasm was once upon me, my body racking with burst after burst of warm, tasty cum. I felt it all around, swishing in his mouth, around my cock, warming it, keeping it hard despite ejaculation. Finally, it was gone. He swallowed every last drop. Now, me still in his mouth, he moved me to the cot. Pushing me down, he actually got under me by lifting me up, and laying' me horizontally, gazing at the giant penis, amazingly stiff Struggling, I spread my lips wide and took it in, determined to get it down and into my mouth. Finally, I got the wide head and a few other inches in, until it pressed against the inside of my throat, warm pre-cum tipping it, flowing very slightly. And then he thrust it forward. I nearly gagged as it went straight down my throat and back up again, but it was great to have this 8th wonder of the world in my mouth. This was the Mount Everest of cocks, tall and vertical. Mine was not as large, but he had his fun with it. However, I was more interested with his luscious manhood now, twirling my tongue around it's head and part of the shaft, licking the pre-cum off. It went on like that in a 69 position for a while, sucking licking and kissing the beautiful cocks of each other. Then it happened. In a flash, the white cum burst into my mouth, warm, yet wonderfully tasting. I swallowed it as fast as I could, but couldn't keep up, and some of his cum dripped out of my mouth, running down his cock or off my face. We did a lot that night. By the time the guard patrol was on its way down, we both had cleaned up and had clothes on, sleeping on the cot. The guards never knew. We knew the guy across had watched, but he kept his mouth shut, wanting to see the fucking action between these two hot studs as they rammed each other every night. We were amazing until I got out of prison. I did the service and then I went looking for playmates. I had sex with a lot of guys, although I still screwed girlie pussies once in a while, and both were exciting. Gang bangs were fun, and the guy got out of prison one day. Turns out he was in there for raping someone. Funny . . . If he hadn't forced himself on me, I might never have been able to have one of the best fucks of my life! Prison Love and Escape Sarah dropped through the new prisoner shoot, landing with a thud on the cold, hard clay. Fortunately, for her, the guards didn't put her in the shoot headfirst. One of the ground troops grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. He put his double-nostril nose in her face, inhaled her sent and cocked his head to the side. A smile spread across his face. He always took a whiff of new inmates to smell the fear coursing through their veins. He slung the assault rifle over his shoulder and cut the ropes from Sarah's wrists. "Welcome to Cell Block D," he said through the translation box that was around his throat. He turned and went back to his station. Sarah didn't know what to do. She had family members who had been to prison and she heard many gruesome stories. Her only consolation was that her x-con family members were all men. Cell Block D was the home of nonviolent offenders. Most D Block inmates were little more than protesters. Since the new regime took power, more liberties were suspended. Sarah was going to serve a one-year sentence for protesting outside of the White House. The More Opportunities Movement was doing their best to ensure otherworldly creatures had the same rights as humans. Sarah snapped back into reality when one woman grabbed her from behind and put her in a headlock. Two women walked up from her left and right. Sarah didn't know what to do having never been in a fight. The woman on her right said, "I will be taking these." and she grabbed Sarah's boots. The thief let Sarah out of the headlock and she dropped to her knees gasping for air. The girl standing behind her grabbed her by the hair and told her to sit up. She felt her shirt being lifted over her head and saw it land beside her. Her bra snapped open and her full breasts fell from their restraints. The woman on Sarah's left pulled the bra off. Sarah heard the girls laughing as she tried to cover up. All three gathered in front of her. The lead woman said, "You better learn quick and thanks for the goods." The leader put her foot square on Sarah's forehead and pushed her back onto the ground. The women scampered away with their booty in tow. Sarah grabbed her shirt, covered herself with it, and ran to a corner. She faced the wall and put the shirt on hoping nobody was going to see her, not knowing how to handle the lack of privacy. Giggles reverberated off the walls and Sarah looked over the shoulder to see if anyone was approaching her. Everybody was standing in small cliques and seemed to have nothing better to do than stare at the newbie. She felt exposed even after putting her shirt back on. She folded her arms across her chest so her breasts would not bounce as she walked. A red light flashed and an intermittent bell sounded. The girls came running from the shadows of the cellblock. Sarah was able to see how many girls she was going to be living with and the number was not low. Girls rushed past her and brushed against her not bothering to say excuse me. Out of nowhere, a woman stepped to Sarah's right. Her hair was in a tight French braid, making her face look severe. Her sudden appearance made Sarah jump. Sarah immediately recognized the uniform as that of the high-ranking members of the disciplinary committee. They oversaw the actions of the prison guards. Each cellblock received only one General of Discipline to monitor the lower ranking ground troops. It was impressive this female was allowed to take keep her position after the regime change. The General slowly turned her head towards Sarah. "What's your name honey?" she said confidently, popping her gum. "Sarah." " Well Sarah," she said looking her up and down, pausing at her feet and breasts, "that buzzer and that flashing light mean that it is time to eat. Since you have been standing in the corner for this length of time, it's probably all gone. For advice, in the future you want to be the first person over there. Otherwise, you are going to be one hungry inmate. My name is Joyce. If you ever have a question about how things are done, someone's bothering you, or a guard is giving your grief, let me know." She gave Sarah a nod and continued walking the cellblock. Sarah nodded her head well after Joyce walked away. She thought about telling Joyce about her stolen bra and boots, but she couldn't find the words to talk to such an intimidating person. Before the regime change, Generals of Discipline were the most revered prison officials and important members of the community. The women were starting to walk back towards her. Some were wiping their mouths and some were sulking away. Two women were walking towards Sarah and looking straight at her. Sarah kept her head pointed to the ground, hoping they would walk past her. "Hey man," one of the women said. Sarah allowed her eyes to make contact with the woman, but immediately looked back at her feet. "I am talking to you. Look at me." The woman grabbed Sarah by the chin and pushed her head up. Sarah could feel her hot breath on her face. "My group is a woman down. It's best to work in groups of three. You are new and need a group. Join us?" "I don't really have anybody else so I guess so." The woman was so matter-of-fact with Sarah that it sounded like a demand instead of a question. "My name is Jonasha and this is the second in command of the team, Ice. We stick together no matter what. We all have each other's back. When it is time for food, it is our responsibility to get to the food shaft as quickly as possible. Any food we get individually, we divide between ourselves. There is no need to have a single one of us go hungry. That compromises the safety of the group. "Feeding is three times a day and we eat after every meal to mitigate threats of thievery. We shower one at a time leaving two to guard our things. We saw you talking to Joyce the Choice earlier. You need to stay away from her. She's trouble. "Just because we are a team doesn't mean that we have to spend all of our time huddled up together. One of our duties is to talk with other teams in hope of making worthy alliances and to learn information. With that said, your fist obligation is always to us. If you ever feel like you have to make a choice, your choice has to be with us. If you betray us you will never be welcome and other groups will not take you in as a known traitor. Later we will introduce you to some of our allies. I wanted to pick you up as our third because I heard your arrest was because of the More Opportunities rally outside the White House. Our primary network consists of MOM members. Questions?" "So just like that I'm in your group. I don't want to sound silly, but there isn't some type of identifying tattoo or initiation ritual?" "We don't have a lot of excitement here. When there is a new drop, everyone knows and keeps an eye on the drop. It may seem like people are minding their own business, but they are actually monitoring this entire conversation. If you decide to join, you will walk away with us and share our sleeping area. All of the other inmates will see this and know you belong to us. Anything else?" "Well thanks for accepting me into your group. I don't know what I would have done-." "Surely if you had not joined up rather quickly you would probably die of starvation. It's almost impossible to get anything to eat without team members to back you up. Follow us back to our compound and I will show you where to sleep. You probably won't be able to sleep, but try anyway. Tomorrow we will walk you through your day so-to-speak. Soon you will learn to function on your own." Sarah followed her new team back to a corner of the cellblock. She passed a room that had glass walls. Inside, 'Joyce the Choice' was sitting at a desk. She looked over her shoulder to see Joyce. As she was just about to turn her head forward, Joyce looked up from her desk and flashed Sarah a smile. Sarah jerked her head forward not wanting it to seem like she was staring. She had an eerie feeling in her stomach as if Joyce was aware of her presence before she looked up. About twenty yards from Joyce's office, Sarah arrived at what looked like small living quarters. There were two tent-like structures made out of two clotheslines with several blankets thrown over the top. Ice and Jonasha stood at each side of the tent opening and pulled the blankets aside. There was a very small space big enough for three people to lay lengthwise side-by-side. A pile of clothes was in the corner. A piece of leather was next to it. Sarah climbed in the tent and moved to one side. Ice followed behind her. "Newbie goes in the center. I was in the center before. Now it is your turn." Sarah moved to the center section. Ice was to her left and Jonasha was to her right. "I know this is going to sound crazy," Ice said as she pulled off her shirt. I saw you cower in the corner when you put your shirt on. We have no watches or windows so it is hard to gage time. When we sleep, it is day. It gets very hot because this building attracts solar rays and stores it throughout the day. At night, the stored solar energy powers many systems in the prison. It gets very hot while we sleep so we usually sleep naked. We keep these close quarters because if it rains or cloudy, less energy is collected and it gets cool. We never know when that is going to be, so we share body heat." Ice and Jonasha undressed by the end of the speech. Each turned onto their sides facing opposite directions and looked ready for sleep. Sarah had always been a cold natured person as she was growing up. She decided to keep her clothing on to judge just how hot it was going to get. Earth was getting closer to the sun every year causing the average annual temperature to increase. Maybe they knew more than she did. Sarah took off her clothes in the middle of the night. She used her shirt to wipe some of the sweat off her forehead and body. She took notice of the women lying beside her when her eyes adjusted to the light. She saw Ice had tiny breasts. She was definitely someone who wouldn't mind losing a bra. Jonasha's breasts were slightly larger. Both women had firm bodies and numerous scars. Sarah soon drifted back to sleep. Sarah felt her ass slapped hard and immediately turned to her back shielding herself from other hits. She looked up and saw Ice and Jonasha standing above her. Both were dressed and tucking metal objects into their undergarments. "I'm sorry your first day is starting out like this, but we are going to need you to suit up. We don't expect you to make much of a contribution, but we still need to stand three strong," Jonasha said. Ice held Sarah's panties in her face. "I have no idea where you found such large panties," Jonasha said while patting herself down. "Put them on and here is a weapon that will fit inside." Jonasha handed her a cylindrical piece of metal with a pointed end. She put on her panties and tucked the instrument in her panties. She put on her remaining clothes and looked at the other girls for what to do next. Jonasha grabbed Ice by the back of the head and tilted it forward. She kissed the top of her head and slapped her butt. She reached for Sarah and did the same thing. Ice followed Jonasha out of the tent and Sarah followed closely behind Ice. Ice whispered to Sarah, "Jonasha always leads and we flank. We're the dominant MOM alliance team. Another team is trying to take control and we are about to put them in their place. Stay close and follow our lead." Sarah saw another team of three approaching. They were following the same formation. Each woman was staring at her target. They met in the center of the cellblock. Guards were standing in groups as if they were about to see a prize fight. Jonasha pulled out a small dagger and touched it against the other leader's dagger. They circled each other slowly. A smile spread across Jonasha's face and she lunged for the leader, but she was too slow. The leader pulled Jonasha forward by her wrist and got Jonasha off balance. She pushed Jonasha down to the ground and went for her back. Jonasha flipped over just as her adversary straddled her and flipped her off onto her back. Then Jonasha was on top and wrapped her fingers around the girl's neck. Before the fight settled, the crowded disbanded. Sarah looked around wondering why people left. The four teammates remained standing in their formations and the leaders remained in battle. Sarah tried to mirror the actions of the other members but was also wondering what was going on. In the corner of her eye, she saw the General of Discipline approaching with a bucket in her hand. She walked up to the tangled mess of warring leaders and dumped a bucket of ice water on them. The girls immediately broke away from each other and tried to keep their wet clothes from touching their skin. Ice put her hand in front of Sarah signaling her to stay put. Ice went over to Jonasha and helped her up. The other leader did the same and they started to line up in front of the General. Sarah joined ranks and mirrored the other women's actions. The General had a half smile on her face and paced back and forth in front of the girls. After two passes, she stopped in front of Sarah. Her eyes bore a hole through Sarah's head. Sarah was afraid to blink. In those few seconds, Sarah felt like she was standing there long enough to watch the seasons change. Sarah's eyes fixed on Joyce. She wanted to look back at her feet but something about Joyce was drawing her closer. She leaned forward with every few seconds that passed until Joyce broke the silence. Sarah hurtled back into reality and straightened her posture. "Follow me please. The rest of you, return to your quarters," Joyce said without looking away from Sarah. Hesitantly, the others dispersed to opposite sides of the cellblock. Sarah watched Jonasha and Ice walk away suddenly feeling alone. When the others were out of sight, Joyce started walking towards the glass room. Sarah followed behind her. She admired Joyce's height and incredible hourglass figure that was almost lost under the heavy uniform. She was taller than most of the ground troops. Joyce closed the door to the glass room behind them and turned the deadbolt. Joyce pulled an ID card out of her pocket and swiped it to open a door Sarah had never noticed. The hidden room had one steel table and two steel chairs bolted to the floor. The room was very dark and lifeless. Sarah stopped just as she stepped through the threshold. Joyce stood in front of her. "Sit in the chair." Sarah moved quickly to the chair and didn't dare look back at Joyce. Her pulse quickened and she kept her head cocked to the side to trying to catch a view of Joyce using her peripheral vision. She heard Joyce's slow steps as the heel of her military boots hit the floor. After four long, slow footsteps, Joyce was directly behind Sarah. Sarah felt Joyce's hands on the back of the chair and her Joyce's face lowered parallel to Sarah. Sarah felt heat radiating from Joyce's face. Sarah could make out very little of Joyce using her peripheral vision. Her heart pounded out of her chest. Sarah could hear Joyce's breath in her ear and feel her breath on her face. Sarah felt Joyce's soft lips against her cheek. She was terrified, but at the same time, she melted against Joyce. Joyce grabbed Sarah by the chin and turned her head so they were facing each other. Sarah felt warm tears running down her face, but she was not sad. She felt overwhelmed at the new sensations that were pulsing through her body. Sarah pressed her lips against Joyce's and shared an intimate kiss with her. Joyce turned Sarah's face forward. She wrapped her arm around her neck and kissed her cheek again. She placed her hand squarely on the center of Sarah's chest and pushed her hand down her shirt in Sarah's tight cleavage. "I see your teammates didn't bother to give you another bra." Sarah's breaths quickened at the realization that Joyce saw what had happened to her but didn't do anything about it. Sarah felt Joyce's hand move under her left breast and then grope her stomach. Joyce's arm grazed the side of Sarah's left breast. Moisture formed between Sarah's pussy lips. She squeezed her thighs together feeling a slight pressure as blood engorged her pussy lips and clit. Joyce's hand moved up from Sarah's stomach and she pressed her fingers on the side of her breast and pushed it towards the center. Joyce put her palm over her hard nipple and tickled her hand with it. She closed her hand over her breast and squeezed it. Sarah's body jerked and Joyce squeezed it harder. Joyce put her other arm around Sarah and gave her a tight embrace. Her face was nuzzled against Sarah's neck and her other hand never left her breast. Sarah's body twitched and she spread her legs so she could rub her pussy on the seat. Joyce pulled Sarah's shirt off and tossed it aside. She grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her off the chair. Joyce lifted Sarah off the ground and sat her on the table. Her hands moved up and down Sarah's inner thigh. Instinctively Sarah spread her legs wider. Joyce put her hands on Sarah's hips and pulled her pelvis forward so her legs spread wider. Joyce traced her hands up Sarah's body and found her breasts again. She grabbed both breasts and squeezed them together. She looked at the two round areolas and the little mound of pink flesh in the center. Joyce had to restrain her from biting Sarah's nipple. Joyce brought her mouth to Sarah's breasts and dragged her tongue from left to right and right to left on her nipples. Sarah's slowly started rocking her pelvis against Joyce's body, grinding her swollen pussy lips against her. Sarah tilted her head back and shut her eyes in ecstasy. Just as Sarah was getting into it, she felt her breasts released and Joyce pulled away. Sarah felt rejected and lonely. Joyce had a military stance to the right of the door. "Put your shirt back on. Fighting's not permitted. Tell your teammates they shouldn't have to worry about the other team. I have already sent guards to give them a warning." Sarah put on her shirt quickly and dropped her head. She nodded her head at everything Joyce said. Joyce held the door open and motioned for Sarah to go out. Then she opened the door to the glass room and motioned for Sarah to go out. She said nothing else. Sarah ran back to her teammates. They were both sitting cross-legged. Sarah came in and completed the triangle. "We already know what happened," Jonasha said giving a glance to Ice. "She just blew your mind and threw you to the wolves, didn't she?" Sarah Nodded. "That's why we call her Joyce the Choice. She finds her little 'teachers pet,' gives them a taste of something they never experienced before, then throws them to the wolves. In the next couple of days, she will come to you and say you have a choice. You can agree to be her rat and in return, she will make every night heaven until she finds someone new, or you can refuse and she will make life miserable. I was her snitch until she found Ice. That's before we were teammates. You are going to have to make your choice." Jonasha uncrossed her legs and stretched out on her side of the tent. "When there is a fight, the day is pretty much over. There are not going to be any other meal times and they shut off the lights after the people being interrogated have time to make it to their tents," said Ice taking off her clothes. Sarah had an understanding of the heat, but felt so violated she wanted to spend that night covered up. The next day started with showers. Showers were first thing on Wednesday. Sarah was the first to take a shower. Ice led her to the shower area and told her to watch her back. The Shower room was a large tiled room with a sloped floor with a drain in the center. The girls found their own showerhead. The cold water automatically turned on and turned off. Sarah found a spot in the corner furthest from the door. She felt it provided the most privacy. Three guards lined the wall that did not have any showerheads. Sarah grabbed the soap hanging form the showerhead and worked up lather. She rubbed the soap over her body and as her hands found her breasts. The cold water made her nipples stand like cherries and her pussy twitched as she thought about Joyce's tongue. She put her hands between her legs and tried to wash away the juices that dried in her pubic hair. Prison Love and Escape The water shut off and the inmates lined up in front of he guards. Sarah tried looking at the other girls to get an idea of what was coming next. In the corner of her eyes, she saw the door open and the General walked in. Sarah's pulse quickened and her lungs weren't getting enough air. She kept her eyes forward and occasionally popped a look at the General. The General pulled a large yellow bin through the door behind her. She walked past each girl and handed her a towel from the bin. Joyce stood in front of Sarah with unwavering eye contact. Sarah stopped breathing and tried not to look away. She started to feel warm except for the places Joyce had touched. It felt like a cold hand was touching her in each of those places. She felt herself getting wet and wanted to touch herself badly. When it was almost too much, Joyce handed Sarah a towel, turned, and left the shower. The used towels went back in the bin. Each girl received a new set of clothes, not including a bra. The girls left quietly when finished dressing. It was the safest thing she experienced since her arrival. She went back to her tent and Ice went for her shower. Each shower cycle got more dangerous than the first as higher-level team members congregated. Jonasha was cutting a strip of fabric from her shirt. "We like to keep pieces of our outfits before we turn them in for laundry. Pieces can be sewn together to make new outfits. That is how we have this collection," she said while pointing to the pile in the corner. "I saw Joyce go in there. Did she say anything to you?" "No. I was thinking about what you said. I thought she was about to give me my choice. To be honest with you, I can't get her out of my mind. I have never been interested in women before, but I have never felt anything like that." "Like I said, that's how Joyce rolls. Don't expect her to come to you at an obvious time either. She will probably do something like call you to her office during mealtime to make us apprehensive and she might offer a special meal to gain your trust. All that's ever concrete with her is choice and sex." The rest of the day went without incident for Sarah and her team. They ate well. The other groups settled on her team being the leader of the MOM alliance and not the other team. She learned a little bit more about the lifestyle and was starting to feel more secure about her safety. She was lucky to belong to her particular team. They settled into their spots that night. It was uncharacteristically hot. Their skin was shiny with perspiration. Jonasha grabbed Sarah's hand and she grabbed Ice's hand. "I think we all know the Hail Mary. I think we should start praying. You know what the say about families and praying." Sarah's teammates quickly fell asleep. After several minutes of listening to their snores, she got dressed and left the tent. Sarah didn't know the rules for being up after hours, but she risked it. Nobody else was stirring so she figured she was doing something wrong. Something was calling her to Joyce. She needed to figure out what was going on. Can I possibly be attracted to this woman? Is it about more than just being her teacher's pet? Sarah saw the light was on in the glass room. She thought she could even make out Joyce's body crouched over the desk. When she moved out of the shadows in direct line of site from the room, Joyce was standing a foot away from the glass with her arms folded across her chest. Sarah jumped when she saw Joyce, but regained her balance. She put on the appearance of confidence and marched into her office. Joyce walked to the inner door, swiped her card, and opened it for Sarah. Once again, Sarah was in the room that caused her so much confusion. Joyce closed the door and slowly sashayed to the table as if neither time nor Sarah's feelings were a consideration. She sat on the table and crossed her legs. "I guess you are here about what happened the other night. I figured I would have that effect on you, but you have no idea what affect you have had on me since you arrived. It's only been two days, but it has felt like months. It feels like I have been watching you walk around with your tits jiggling around for months. I have been helpless to do anything about my attraction. "I am sure your friends have referred to me as Joyce the Choice because I always seduce, then give 'the choice'. In most instances, they are right. There are circumstances your friends do not know about that have caused this reaction in me. This has all happened a little faster than I planned. If you are interested I need you to come to me tomorrow." "That's it? You make me feel all of these things I don't understand and I just show up tomorrow night?" "Here's the deal. I am not planning to remain the General much longer, nor do I plan to remain in America much longer. If you are interested, I can take you from here, but you must know my intentions have nothing to do with trying to set you free. I will never treat you wrong or hold you against your will, but I want the ability to fuck your brains out every night." Sarah felt herself juices start to flow. "Tomorrow is the night I plan on leaving. I was going to see if you were interested." Sarah could not believe how matter of fact Joyce was. Her expression remained stern and not a single hair was out of place in her tight French braid. Joyce's expression was the same as when she gave Sarah a towel. "I can't believe you are springing this on me. I was hoping maybe you would just make me feel the same way I did last night." "Oh, I intend to. I thought I would also use this time to explain some of this to you. I just need you to know that tomorrow we can leave here and you will never have to come back. I can show you the world if you trust me. If you decide to leave this prison with me tomorrow night I will be able to explain everything to you." "I'll be here." Joyce uncrossed her legs and walked up to Sarah. "If at any time you want this to stop, just say so. I plan to take you a further than we did last night and you may not be used to it. Trust me when I say I will make you feel new things." Sarah nodded her head. Joyce picked Sarah up and put her back against the wall. Sarah wrapped her legs tightly around Joyce's body. She could not believe Joyce's strength. Joyce grabbed the center of Sarah's shirt with both hands and ripped it open. She grabbed her breasts and started rubbing her fingers over the nipples and then squeezing her breasts. She kissed Sarah's mouth and moved down her neck. She could feel Sarah's pulse against her lips. She could smell the blood cursing through her veins and she wanted to try some. Joyce sat Sarah on the table and told her to get on her hands and knees. Sarah had never been in this position, but followed Joyce's instructions. Joyce ripped the back of Sarah's shirt so that it only hung around her neck. Sarah's body was completely bare. Joyce yanked Sarah's shorts and panties down to her knees. She slowly circled the table. She paused in front of Sarah and looked at her innocent face. Sarah's hair was falling out of the ponytail and covering her eyes. Joyce took out her ponytail and pushed the hair behind Sarah's ears. Joyce kissed Sarah deeply and resumed her circle. Sarah's eyes followed Joyce until she was standing behind her. Sarah arched her back and spread her legs wider to give Joyce a good view. "Thaaats it," Joyce said. "Put that ass and pussy in the air for me baby." Sarah felt fingers rubbing against her pussy. Up and down Joyce rubbed Sarah's pussy. Sarah moaned. "Oh yes baby let me hear you purr. That's my girl." Sarah lowered her body down onto her elbows. Then she felt a smack on her pussy and she jumped forward. Joyce grabbed her by the hips. "Keep your ass right here and in the air baby." She smacked her pussy again and felt her jump. She continued to rub her pussy. Joyce put her hands on Sarah's ass and spread her ass apart. "That's it baby. Look at that tight little asshole. I can't wait to have fun with that. She smacked Sarah's right ass cheek and then the left. She shook Joyce's ass around and watched her pussy lips and ass jiggle back and forth. Joyce walked back in front of Sarah and put two fingers in her mouth. She pulled them in and out slowly watching the length of her fingers disappear and reappear. Sarah's eyes closed as and she was squeezing her breast as she sucked on Joyce's finger. Joyce put Sarah's hand back on the table. She looked at her full breasts hang from her chest. She slapped Sarah's breast and watched it bounce and jiggle. Sarah sucked on her finger harder. Joyce slapped Sarah on her face. "Open your eyes and look at me." Joyce took her finger out of Sarah's mouth and went back behind her. She slid her fingers into Sarah's pussy. She moaned with every thrust of Joyce's hand. Sarah put pushed down on her clit and rubbed it back and forth. Joyce shoved her fingers in Sarah's pussy harder and faster. She felt Sarah's pussy squeezing on her fingers and she knew she was about to cum. She focused her attention on Sarah's G spot and put pressure on it. Her pussy clamped down tighter and Sarah started to scream. Her body convulsed and shuddered and a spray of warm liquid spurted from her pussy. Joyce slowly pulled her fingers out of Sarah's pussy. She got a handkerchief out of her pocket, dried her hand, and wiped some of the juices form Sarah's pussy. Sarah, completely spent, rested on her elbows, and took heavy breaths. Joyce sashayed around the table until she was at Sarah's side. She guided her into a sitting position. She could tell Sarah just had the best orgasm of her life. She grabbed Sarah's chin, tilted her head down, and kissed her forehead and eyelids. Then she kissed her cheek and lips. Sarah looked down at her self and saw her exposed tits. Then she saw the mess she left on the table. What she did was catching up to her. Joyce waved her hand in front of Sarah and her shirt repaired. Joyce pulled Sarah to her feet. She bent down and pulled up her shorts and panties. She waved her hand again and Sarah had new boots on her feet. Sarah ran her hands down her shirt and saw the boots on her feet. She looked up at Joyce. Her mouth was open, but she didn't know what to ask. Joyce put a finger up to her mouth. "Thanks for this. I can explain everything to you tomorrow after your team is in bed." Joyce opened the door and Sarah could barely walk. She stumbled back to her tent and snuggled between her roommates. Sleep came quickly.