2 comments/ 65620 views/ 22 favorites Cellmates By: BeverlyLove The heavy cement building went from a speck on the horizon to a great looming hungry monster in seconds. Kelsey’s eyes took in the structure. The walls were cold and unwelcoming; the electric fence was topped with angry looking razor wire. The gray sky above matched the setting well. Kelsey saw the blood on her hands through the blur of tears. She had been convicted fairly by a jury. This would be her home for the next twenty-five years. If the trial was so fair then why did Kelsey feel like the justice system had failed her? Joseph must be laughing maniacally from his grave. His five year reign of terror was over, but for what? The wheels on the bus screeched as the massive machine came to a halt. Kelsey’s body shook with sobs. She escaped Joseph’s imprisonment of her to be thrown into another one. She stood and followed the line of other new prisoners. Some of them glared cruelly at her for the scene she was making. The eyes of the other women made Kelsey nervous. She allowed her long black hair to hide the fear in her crystal blue eyes. Kelsey studied the woman who led her to her cell. She was only a couple of inches taller than Kelsey; but Kelsey could tell she was tough. She had short cut blonde hair and fiery brown eyes. The guard’s name was Susan. Kelsey burned that to memory quickly. Susan had been very kind and Kelsey liked her right away. She even told Kelsey that her sentence was unfair. The sympathy was welcome. The loud clank of the cell door sent a shiver through Kelsey. She felt her stomach in her throat and her heart pounded fiercely. The woman on the top bunk lounged with a smile as she studied Kelsey. Kelsey met her eyes briefly. The woman’s smile was not unkind. Kelsey relaxed and collapsed into her new bed. The musty pillow was a welcome muffler as Kelsey broke into sobs. She didn’t hear her cellmate drop to the floor. But the woman’s arms were comforting. Kelsey buried her head in the woman’s chest as she wept. “Tell Miriam all about it,” came the honeyed voice. “It’s so unfair,” Kelsey wept. “It was his fault.” “Who’s?” “Joseph’s. He killed our baby.” “Your baby?” “Yes. He didn’t believe it was his.” Kelsey looked at the woman. She was honestly concerned. “It took me five years to have the courage. He deserved all six bullets.” Kelsey lifted her shirt. She had an ugly scar from Joseph last attack. “He killed the child he made.” Miriam smiled in understanding. She patted Kelsey’s back. “You should get some rest now. You’ll need it tomorrow.” “Thank you, Miriam?” Kelsey held out her hand. “I’m Kelsey.” “It’s nice to meet you Kelsey,” Miriam replied with an odd smile. For some reason, Miriam’s smile made Kelsey feel strange. It was like Miriam was casting a spell. She laid her head down and closed her eyes. She felt Miriam’s hand petting her hair until she was asleep. It felt good and comforting. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all. The shrill alarm bell was a shock to Kelsey. She’d seen many prison movies. They all had the same bell, but she was still shocked. She sat up in bed and looked into the smiling face of Miriam. “Are you ready for breakfast?” Kelsey had to admit she was pretty hungry. She hadn’t eaten much during her trial. It was starting to catch up to her. She nodded silently. Miriam made Kelsey feel strange. She kind of liked it. “Well come on before there’s nothin’ left. You need to keep your strength up,” Miriam advised. “Some of those girls out there prey on the weak. And you look like a delicate little orchid.” Kelsey blushed. No one had said anything like that to her before. Should she take that as a complement? She did feel pretty weak in here. “Do you think you could help me become stronger?” Kelsey could tell by some of the looks they got, Miriam had some power in here. She liked Miriam’s presence a lot. “Sure,” Miriam said happily. “Stick with me Lil’ Orchid and you’ll be fine.” “Lil’ Orchid?” Kelsey thought. It sounded like an odd nickname. But when Miriam said it, it was nice. Miriam had that odd smile again. Kelsey just smiled shyly in return. “Look, Orchid,” Miriam said happily, “we have the same work detail this week. You might get reassigned, but for now I’ll watch your back.” “Thanks.” Kelsey really enjoyed washing laundry with Miriam. This was Miriam’s usual task. It seemed she monitored the business going in and out of the prison. There were other women who were pretty high up as well, but Kelsey wasn’t sure who the boss was. Maybe there was no boss. Kelsey also noticed her fondness of Miriam seemed to becoming something more. She couldn’t put her finger on it. But one night she knew. Miriam sat next to Kelsey on the lower bunk. She started to caress Kelsey’s face gently. The touch sent a tingle up Kelsey’s spine. She reached her hand up and returned Miriam’s advances. Could I be in love with this woman? Kelsey wondered. Miriam’s kiss shot a flame of passion through Kelsey. Yes that’s what it is. It’s love. Kelsey had never made love to a woman before. It was an amazing experience. Miriam’s tenderness was wonderful. Even though, Miriam was very muscular, she was still very feminine. The most amazing part of it was the orgasm. Kelsey had never orgasmed before in her life. For the moment this little cell was heaven. And Kelsey had never known such freedom. The following morning, Kelsey woke up to find herself in Miriam’s arms. She couldn’t believe how wonderful she felt. Miriam was her cellmate, her friend, and now her lover. Kelsey whined at the urgency of her bladder. She jumped up and peed in the toilet as fast as she could. The warmth of Miriam’s arms was painful to leave. She dove under the covers and snuggled next to Miriam. “I love you, Miriam,” Kelsey whispered to the sleeping woman. “I belong to you now. You’ve stolen my heart.” Kelsey had no idea just how much those words would change her life. But if she had, she would’ve said them anyway. “So, you belong to me, eh?” Miriam's voice startled Kelsey. She looked into Miriam’s beautiful hazel eyes and nodded. Her lovely red ringlets framed her strong jaw and high cheekbones well. Her childish, light, brown freckles didn’t seem exactly right, but Kelsey loved them. Kelsey couldn’t help but give herself to this woman. “If that’s the case,” Miriam paused and grabbed a permanent marker. “Get dressed and lie down. Kelsey followed her orders instantly. Miriam wrote “PROPERTY OF MIRIAM!” on the front of Kelsey’s shirt with arrows pointing to her breasts and crotch. “Roll over.” On Kelsey’s ass Miriam wrote, “ASK BEFORE USING!” “Now don’t worry about these signs. Do as I tell you and you’ll be fine.” Kelsey nodded obediently. Kelsey was reassigned to the kitchen. She was sad to be away from Miriam, but she held her head high. She thought the sign on her front was crude, but it suited her. She didn’t worry about the sign on her backside. She just walked about sensually. Her voluptuous hips swung from side-to-side. Her pale blue eyes sparkled. Even though she was only 5’4”, Kelsey felt quite tall. And her countless freckles gave her an irresistible child like quality. Kelsey felt proud to be Miriam’s property. The day passed quickly. Kelsey sought out Miriam the first chance she got. It was good to be with her mistress again. “How was the kitchen?” Miriam asked. “It was fine. I’ve always enjoyed cooking.” “That’s good.” A thin woman in her late thirties approached and whispered in Miriam’s ear. She was a pretty woman. Miriam nodded and shook hands with the woman. If Kelsey remembered correctly, her name was Beth. “Kelsey, I want you to go with Beth. Do what she tells you to do.” Kelsey rose to follow Beth. She knew what was on her ass. Miriam slapped Kelsey’s ass, “Make me proud.” Kelsey smiled shyly at Miriam and followed Beth. Beth seemed like a nice enough woman. Kelsey was curious why she was in this place. She loved Miriam. Kelsey wanted nothing more than to make Miriam happy. They entered Beth’s cell. “Climb onto the top bunk and lie down,” Beth ordered. Kelsey liked the commanding tone in Beth’s voice. It was firm but kind. She scrambled onto the bed at lightening speed and watched Beth take her pants off. Beth followed Kelsey and straddled her. Kelsey gingerly explored Beth’s vagina. She had never done this before and was very nervous. Beth gently touched Kelsey’s hair. It was a comforting gesture. Kelsey wanted to satisfy this woman. She found Beth clitoris. The moan Kelsey heard was a welcome reward for her efforts. She felt her confidence growing with every stroke of her tongue. She liked Beth’s taste. It was nothing like Joseph’s taste. She remembered the way Joseph had forced his cock into her mouth. He was always cruel. Beth was nothing like that. Kelsey had only known Beth for a little while, but she really like the woman. And her cum was sweet, not putrid like Joseph’s. Beth started to move her hips as she neared orgasm. Kelsey smiled to herself and held Beth’s pelvis still. Beth moaned louder. It was music in Kelsey’s ears. This woman had a lovely voice. And to please her would please Miriam. Kelsey wanted to please Miriam. Kelsey latched onto Beth’s clit and nibbled lightly on it. The moan made Kelsey feel like she was going to come. Beth came. Kelsey reveled in the woman’s nectar. Beth lay next to Kelsey. Her smiled was radiant. Her hands felt nice running through to Kelsey as the brushed her hair. “I haven’t orgasmed like that in ages,” Beth said in a hoarse voice. “Miriam has had a few little pets. None of them were as good as you. You’re special.” Kelsey felt proud. It must have been obvious. “Keep that pride. As long as you do well Miriam will reward you. But not even you can satisfy everyone. Miriam doesn’t like failure.” Kelsey felt a chill. She never wanted to disappoint Miriam. It would break her heart to do so. Beth got dressed and led Kelsey to the mess hall. They got dinner and found Miriam. Beth whispered to Miriam who smiled with her whole face at Kelsey. The look on Miriam’s face made Kelsey feel weak with her passion for this woman. “I’m proud, Orchid. You did good,” Miriam said happily. Kelsey just blushed silently. “You will be rewarded for your success.” Kelsey shivered. Miriam laughed at Kelsey’s reaction. Kelsey stared at the springs above her. She was happy to make Miriam so proud. She didn’t hear Miriam jump down from her bunk. But she did feel her jeans loosen and the cool air on her bare skin. Miriam’s tongue caressed the folds of flesh between Kelsey’s legs. Kelsey started to moan quietly. The sensation was exquisite. She felt her skin prickled as she started to sweat. She felt her orgasm approaching rapidly. Miriam’s tongue penetrated her. Kelsey climaxed for the second time in her life. But Miriam didn’t stop there. She continued to feed on Kelsey’s juices until she felt like she would burst from the pleasure. Kelsey whined when Miriam’s mouth left her crotch. Miriam giggled softly. She kissed Kelsey’s belly. Kelsey felt a naked breast against her stomach and smiled. She liked the feeling of Miriam’s soft skin on her own. She welcomed Miriam’s mouth. Then she found Miriam’s nipple and suckled it. Miriam’s moan was heavenly. Kelsey decided she wanted to taste her mistress desperately. Something penetrated Kelsey deeply. She gasped in ecstasy. The pleasure consumed every part of her being. Miriam thrust her hips roughly shoving the strap-on deeper. Kelsey arched her back and hugged Miriam with her legs. She climaxed with every thrust of Miriam’s hips. Miriam started to tire. She pulled out of Kelsey and lay next to her. “Are you satisfied?” Miriam whispered. “Not completely.” “What more do you want from me?” Kelsey propped herself up on her elbow. She smiled coyly at her mistress. “I want to make you orgasm.” Miriam smiled and pulled the toy from her waist. “You are a good girl, my Lil’ Orchid.” Kelsey just pushed Miriam back gently and went down on her. Kelsey was happy to find Miriam was already coming. She devoured the nectar of her mistress. She loved Miriam’s taste more than anything. Miriam’s moans were like an aria in Kelsey’s ears. As Miriam’s moans got louder, Kelsey’s heart became fuller. She loved this woman. She was beautiful. Miriam orgasmed and her juices flowed into Kelsey’s mouth. Kelsey lavished each drop. This was heaven. Kelsey cuddled up to Miriam and fell asleep quickly. She was happier than she had ever been. Kelsey pleasured a different woman almost everyday. Miriam was proud that her little pet was so popular. One day things went poorly. Sandra was a very cruel woman. She was exotically beautiful. Her tight black curls fell to her shoulders. Kelsey was quite taken by her fierce black eyes. Her olive skin glistened with sweat from her hard work. Kelsey felt eager to please the bad tempered woman. Sandra lay on her back with her legs spread wide. Kelsey examined the beautiful woman’s crotch with interest. Kelsey explored Sandra with her tongue. The woman was impatient and started to swear at Kelsey. Her word hurt. “You stupid bitch!” Sandra yelled. “I can’t believe you are so highly recommended. You no good slut!” Kelsey felt tears in her eyes as she fed on the fluids that came from Sandra. She wanted to please Sandra. She wanted to please Miriam. If she failed Miriam would be cruel. She didn’t want Miriam’s ire directed towards her. Sandra’s clit was engorged with blood. She was coming. Her body seemed to be happy. So, why was she so cruel? She raged at Kelsey no matter how hard Kelsey tried to please her. Kelsey continued to eat Sandra out until Sandra pushed her away roughly. She sullenly watched Sandra get dressed as she dried her eyes. Miriam would not be pleased. Kelsey followed behind Sandra as they walked towards Kelsey’s cell. Kelsey knew it was almost dinner time, but she was not hungry. She collapsed on her bed and waited for Miriam and her punishment. The time went by slowly. Kelsey wondered if this was part of her punishment. She deserved any discomfort for displeasing Miriam. She would bear her punishment without a complaint. As she finished her vow, Miriam walked into the cell. As Kelsey anticipated, her mistress was very angry. Kelsey rolled to the floor and crawled to kneel at Miriam’s feet. She had every intention of keeping her vow. “You were not such a good girl today,” Miriam scolded. “I can’t go easy on you for even your first failure.” She grabbed a thick leather belt and smacked her hand with it. Kelsey flinched slightly. But her fear was overpowered by her submission to her fate. This impressed Miriam. All of her other “pets” had screamed in protest of their first punishments. Miriam lifted Kelsey’s chin tenderly. “I want you to get undressed and brace yourself against the bed. And don’t scream!” Kelsey nodded obediently then quickly followed the orders. She wanted Miriam to be happy with her again. The belt hurt. It was heavy, thick, and wide. Miriam was even stronger than she looked. Tears rolled down Kelsey’s cheeks as the belt warmed her thighs, back, butt, and crotch. The pain was nothing to Miriam’s displeasure. Kelsey distanced herself from the pain as well as she could. Her only goal was to make Miriam happy again. She even moved her hips to welcome the punishment she deserved. Miriam’s blows were relentless. The pain was white hot. Kelsey was worried she would fail in her resolve and cry out. The tears flowed in torrents down her face. She wanted to please Miriam. If she cried out she would fail again. The pain was irrelevant. Kelsey’s heart broke as she fought with the scream in her throat. She clenched her teeth and won. The offensive sound was swallowed successively. The triumph made Kelsey smile momentarily despite the blinding pain. Miriam heard the strangled scream and stopped the belt. Kelsey was stronger than she appeared to be. Miriam was pleased at Kelsey’s resolve. She felt a fondness for the girl before her. Miriam turned Kelsey to face her. Kelsey’s expression was proud. Miriam was happy with her and that made Kelsey proud. “Have I pleased you?” Kelsey whispered timidly. “Yes,” Miriam answered honestly. The pride in Kelsey grew. She smiled and kissed Miriam’s cheek. “I love you, my mistress,” Kelsey whispered affectionately. She could no longer stand so she collapsed into her bed. Kelsey’s last comment warmed Miriam’s heart. She would’ve felt bad for treating the girl so badly, if her Lil’ Orchid hadn’t seemed to welcome the punishment. It was like Kelsey wanted to be beaten for her failure. Miriam sat on Kelsey’s bed. Kelsey lifted her head and put it in Miriam’s lap. Miriam’s gentle stoking hands were soothing. Kelsey fell into a deep slumber. It felt good to have pleased Miriam. She wanted to please Sandra too. Kelsey opened her eyes. The light was almost blinding. Her full bladder was nagging her for relief. Kelsey climbed out of bed slowly. Her body was stiff and ached all over. It would probably hurt to move for days. She looked at Miriam and smiled sadly. She slept leaned up against the wall like that all night. Kelsey sat on the cool seat of the toilet. It was soothing to her welts. But the hot contrast of pissing was excruciating. She winced but kept silent. After peeing, Kelsey pulled her clothes on gingerly. She didn’t want to cry accidentally and awaken Miriam. But Kelsey couldn’t repress the sneeze in her nose. Miriam opened her eyes and looked at Kelsey. Kelsey lowered her head in apology. Miriam laughed. Kelsey raised her head to watch Miriam stretch painfully. This was no good. Kelsey pushed Miriam firmly to her belly. She started to massage the tension from the beautiful bulky muscles. Miriam moaned in pleasure and relaxed under Kelsey’s expert hands. “Where did you learn to do this?” Miriam inquired. “College. I’m a massage therapist. Or I was.” Kelsey had always loved using her skill to make people feel better. “Oh, my Lil’ Orchid, you shouldn’t hide your talents,” Miriam scolded playfully. Kelsey giggled softly. She whined when the alarm bell went off. “Don’t worry Orchid. You will finish this later.” Kelsey smiled gratefully. Kelsey followed Miriam to the mess hall. She held her head high. She felt proud to be the property of Miriam. Even as the welts rubbed on her clothes, she smiled at everyone she saw. When she saw Sandra, her smile grew. Kelsey decided she would pleasure Sandra somehow. Maybe a massage would work. Kelsey noticed that Sandra walked as if she were in pain. She whispered this observation to Miriam. “Sandra had an accident last year,” Miriam explained. “Her back has been hurting her since.” “I could help her,” Kelsey offered. Miriam looked at Kelsey in disbelief. “Why would you want to?” “Because, I don’t like to see people in pain.” Miriam smiled proudly at Kelsey. “You’re special. Beth told me that the other day. She’s right.” Miriam stroked Kelsey’s head affectionately. She left to talk to Sandra. “Sandra,” Miriam said. “What do you want? I’m not givin’ you nothin’.” “It seems my little pet wants a second chance with you.” “You mean your useless Bitch.” “I think she can prove herself to you. I think she wants to.” Sandra stared skeptically at Miriam then at Kelsey's hopeful face. “Alright, I’ll give her another chance. But I’m still not givin’ you a dime.” “Understood.” Miriam returned to Kelsey. “It looks like Sandra will give you another chance.” Kelsey looked a Sandra and gave her a warm smile. Sandra grinned and looked away. “Don’t fail me this time,” Miriam warned. “I won’t,” Kelsey replied confidently. Free period didn’t come soon enough. Kelsey searched for Sandra and found her in her cell. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Kelsey said as she pulled a bottle from her ample cleavage. Cellmates "And where are you from, ma'am?" California, can't you read? "Los Angeles! I can't wait to get back, it's been way too long since I went to the beach." The thought of Emily's full figure in nothing but a bikini seemed to smooth things over with the officer. He smiled. "Tell you what, Miss. I'm gonna go run this license, and as long as you don't got anything bad on here I think I can let you off with a warning." Emily beamed and tossed her hair back. "Really? Oh, thank you so much, officer. I promise it won't happen again." The cop sauntered back to his car and got inside. Emily checked her lipstick in the mirror. What a shitty little stretch of country. No doubt she was the first good-looking woman that man had seen in months. Emily wished her plans really were as simple as heading to the beach. She had thought seriously about quitting her job and moving back to LA. She planned to spend her time off looking for work - maybe a modeling job, if she could fudge her age a little bit. The cop hadn't left his car. Emily began to worry. She didn't have any marks on her record, right? She racked her brain trying to figure out what could take him so long. Emily looked back at the officer through her window and thought she saw him on his radio. He hadn't turned his lights off - didn't they usually do that for traffic stops? Finally the officer emerged. He walked slowly back to Emily's car. The sunglasses blocked his eyes, but she could see he'd furrowed his brow. "Uh, Miss?" Emily smiled and said a silent prayer. "Yes, officer?" "Uh, I don't really know how to say this," he said, casting his eyes to the ground. "I gotta arrest you." Emily's blood chilled. "WHAT?! Why?" The officer looked up, gestured to her beat-up sedan. "Says the car's stolen, ma'am." Emily blinked. She shot the officer a brittle smile. "Oh, no, no, there must be some mistake," she said. "This is my car. I've had it for years." The cop scratched his head. "Yeah, well, I'm sure it is, miss, but I gotta bring you to the station. Protocol." "The station? Like the police station? You're gonna take me to JAIL?!" The officer put his hands out. "Well, now, I'm gonna take you to the station, then you can talk to the sergeant on duty. Maybe you can get it all sorted out." Emily groaned and slammed her hands on the wheel. She couldn't believe her luck. "Who would steal this piece of shit?" She muttered. The officer stood uncomfortably by her car door. "Ma'am? I am gonna need you to step out of the -" "Okay, yeah, yeah, I'm out," Emily said. "Can I at least bring anything?" The officer watched Emily stand to her full 5-2, 130 pounds. As far as he could tell, she wore a tight floral dress and tan high heels - nothing else. "Uh, no, unfortunately we - we gotta take everything into evidence." Emily crossed her arms below her plump breasts. "Evidence? Wait, what's gonna happen to my car?" "We gotta impound it, but you can probly get the fee waived if this turns out to be nothing. Ma'am, can you turn around and put your hands on the vehicle, please?" Emily groaned again. She made a point to stick her round ass out. The cop lurched forward, grabbed Emily's hands and put them behind her back. She felt his erection. "Oh, Jesus," she said. The officer dropped his handcuffs and muttered an apology. Emily considered kicking him in the face and making a run for it. He finally cuffed her, walked her to his squad car and set her in the backseat. Emily was almost as embarrassed as she was angry. The officer climbed into the front seat and radioed in news about Emily. She sat cuffed in the back. "What's your badge number?" The drive to the police station didn't do anything to help Emily's impression of Harmon County, Oklahoma. She didn't see a single car on the road during the entire 15-minute trip. In fact, she didn't see much of anything besides turkey vultures. Her companion wasn't much help, either. He didn't even try to make conversation with her, opting instead to hum along to a Christian radio station. By the time Emily and the officer arrived at the police station, her feet hurt, her handcuffs chafed against her wrists and she had to pee. And the station was nothing but a modest concrete building two stories high. "This is your jail?" Emily asked as the officer pulled into the parking lot. Only one other car - a civilian one - in the lot. "Actually, it's our jail-police station-city hall," the officer said. He looked back and Emily gave him an incredulous look. "It's a lot nicer on the inside." It was, but not by much. Green doctor's-office carpeting and ugly wall plaques greeted Emily and the officer, who insisted on keeping up his idiotic perp walk routine. The officer led her to a wooden desk manned by a man who could have been his brother: same uniform, same height, same cheap haircut. This one had glasses instead of shades. "Evening, Donny," the officer said. "Here's the one I was telling you about." Donny had definitely already noticed Emily. He couldn't keep his beady eyes off her. "Yeah," he said. "Motor vehicle theft, right?" "Well, that's apparently what I've been arrested for," she smiled. "But I've never stolen anything in my life." Donny didn't look away from her breasts. "Uh-huh." "The lady was wondering if she could talk to the sergeant about things, get it straightened out," the first officer said. Donny turned his head to the ancient computer at his desk. "Sergeant's gone," he said. Emily's eyes widened. "Gone? He's gone? When is he coming back?" Donny didn't look away from the computer. "Monday." Her jaw dropped. She mouthed the word "Monday." "Aw, that's unfortunate," the arresting officer said. "Yeah, he likes to go home early Fridays." Emily turned to him, still bound by the cuffs. "What does that mean? Where do I go?" The officer sighed and turned his head. "You go there." He pointed to a cell. Emily spent the next three hours switching between sobs and shouts. The police - all two of them - told her she'd have to stay in lockup until Monday, when the sergeant could come in and talk to her. Until then, Emily was a prisoner. In custody. She was fingerprinted, photographed and thrown in the tiny building's one cell with two familiar-looking black men. She was too busy trying to convince Donny to let her out to pay them much attention. "Excuse me, officer Donny?" The man sat immobile at his computer. "Officer Donny, um, do you mind turning the TV down?" Nothing. Donny had barely glanced at Emily since she'd arrived. The officer who arrested her - Donny called him Chris - was much more sympathetic, but he'd left after booking to get back out on patrol. Emily tried everything to get Donny's attention. She screamed, she pleaded, she flirted, she commanded. Nothing got through to him. He stayed in front of his screen. Finally Emily gave up. She lay on one of the cell's hard cots - she'd chosen the one furthest from where the two black men sat and talked - and closed her eyes. A deep voice startled her. "We figured he was just racist when he ignored us, but I guess he's just retarded." Emily opened her eyes. It was one of the two men in the cell with her. Both were tall, over six feet, dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Emily guessed they were brothers. She shot the one who spoke a wrinkled look. "Look," she said. "No offense, but I'd rather just keep to myself until I get out of here. Okay?" The man raised an eyebrow, chuckled and turned back to his companion. Emily closed her eyes again. But she started thinking about the two men in the cell with her. She knew she'd seen them somewhere... "Oh my god," she said. "Donny. Donny!" Still, Donny didn't look up. Emily ran to the front of the cell, almost tripping over her heels in the process. She slammed her small hands on the bars. "Donny, do you know who these guys are?" She yelled. At this, Donny finally looked up, puzzled. "Yeah," he said. He blinked. "Two guys with too many unpaid parking tickets." Emily stamped a heel against the concrete floor. "No, you idiot! Those are the Jones brothers!" Donny didn't make the connection, but her cellmates did. They burst out laughing. The one she had spoken to - he was a bit skinnier, a cleaner look - shouted at Donny. "Yeah, you hear that, man? We're murderers!" He punched the other man. "You found us! Does that mean we can get some better food?" "Shit, we need a maximum-security facility, man," said the other. He had a higher voice than Emily had expected. "Certainly can't share a cell with no fuckin' car thief." Emily kept her eyes on Donny. He watched the two men. "Donny, listen to me," she said. "Jones. Brothers. Wanted for murder in three different states. That's them. That's them, Donny! You have them!" The laughter quieted. "Alright, seriously, though," the first man said. "Why the fuck you think we're the Jones brothers?" "Cause we're black, man. We all look the same to white girls." "Keep it down," Donny said. Continued watching the men. Concentrating. "Remember all the news stories? You've seen these guys before, Donny. I know it." Emily shot the officer a desperate look. She could overlook the arrest, the impounding. She could forget a lot. But putting her in a cell with two killers? "Donny?" Still nothing from the rotund man. Finally he rose from his chair, walked to the cell. Stared in at the two men. They stared back, suddenly very quiet. Moments. "Nah." Then three things happening at once. Donny turning - back to his desk, his thought on the matter settled, put it out of mind. The two men laughing, back to their jovial selves. Emily screaming - shocked, scared. "HELP! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THEM!" But he did. Hours later, at night. Donny left - despite Emily's pleas, he locked up the building, told her to quiet down, being hysterical, nothing to worry about, and left. Emily hugged her knees on her cot, her shoes next to her. Ready to use them as weapons, if it came to that. Two black men - Zander and Malcolm Jones, she was sure of it - across the cell on cots of their own. Curiously quiet - the jokes and teasing stopped when Donny left. They huddled close, whispering to each other, occasionally glancing at the full-figured blonde. Were they arguing? Emily stayed vigilant for any signs of movement. She thought of home - friends, friends she hadn't seen in so long, and whose idea was it to move so far away anyway? She should have known the job wouldn't pan out. But Emily couldn't focus. Instead considered the Jones brothers' history - all the people they'd left dead, and for what? Reporters seemed to believe it was a robbery that got out of hand. Once they had killed a few they had to keep killing to stay free. Why Oklahoma? Surely they'd be long out of the country by now. And yet here they were. Emily knew. That redneck cop couldn't see it, and he had probably just left her for dead. Long night. Long drive. Long ordeal. Emily caught herself drifting. Dug the spike of a heel into her leg to stay awake. Awake. Drifting. She thought she was dreaming. A heavy weight on her - crushing, pinning, then - Emily opened her eyes, felt the hand on her mouth and screamed. "Shut up, bitch." He was on top of her - the skinny one, that would have been Malcolm - straddling her waist. Something else was holding her arms down. Emily bit the hand. "Ow, Jesus, man, don't -" "HELP! PLEASE! SOMEONE JUST -" Malcolm slapped her. Emily saw stars. Tears bubbled in her eyes. "Don't, lady. Nobody can hear you." He replaced his hand over her full lips. Emily smelled something in the air but couldn't place it. Malcolm bent low, inches from Emily. Her eyes bulged. She kept squirming; it was the other one - Zander - behind her, holding her arms. She kicked her bare legs from side to side. "It's too bad that cop didn't believe you, honey," Malcolm said. He grinned. "'Cause you were right." Emily screamed into his hand. Malcolm rolled his eyes. He wrapped his other hand around Emily's neck. "Listen, lady. Just fuckin' shut up and listen for a sec." He glanced up at Zander, back down to Emily. "Use your brain. We're all in here together for the night. Nobody's going to hurt you." Emily paused. She glanced at Malcolm's hand, then back at him. Pleaded with her eyes. He removed the hand slowly. "Please don't. Just - I'm not worth it, okay? Nobody knows where I am and I - " cut off. The hand returned. Malcolm seemed calmer. "We're not going to hurt you, lady. It would be too messy. But you're going to do something for us." He grinned at his partner. Emily groaned, screamed again. Malcolm pressed down on her throat and she stopped, terrified. "Hey. Hey. Listen to me. This is not a big town, okay? We don't plan to be here long. We can find you, lady. I promise we can find you." Tears rolled down Emily's cheeks. "We can find you, but we won't. Just do it good and it'll be over and we'll be gone." He took his hand off her neck. "Okay?" Emily blinked away tears. She nodded. "I want to hear you say it. I'm taking my hand off you now. And if you scream again, baby, I'm serious. Just don't. Do you get me?" The hand removed. Emily heaved, shuddered. "Okay." Malcolm looked up at Zander, and Emily felt the heavier man release her arms. His partner - the other murderer - kept his eyes on her as he slowly climbed off her cot. Emily lay there. Saw her heels on the floor. Too far to reach, now. No weapons at all. She had failed. Emily sat up and looked at the killers in front of her. They glanced awkwardly at one another before pulling off their shirts. "Uh..." Malcolm said. Emily thought he was blushing. "Switch places with us." So she did. The blonde beauty on her knees as the two black men - who she had to admit cut decent figures, though Zander was a bit chubby - sat on her cot like two excited schoolboys. Both men reached for their pants. Malcolm stopped and awkwardly grabbed Emily by the throat again. "Don't -" His voice broke. "Don't bite or any shit like that." Emily gave him a numb look and nodded. The pants came off and Emily saw two monsters. "Oh, no," she said, momentarily forgetting her situation. "Nuh-uh." The two men grinned at each other. Emily blushed. "Your - I can't - " "You don't have a choice, baby," Malcolm said, and grabbed her by the hair. Emily didn't know how to react. Malcolm shoved her into his shaft and she kept her mouth closed, bumping into the thing. He tugged on her hair hard and she yelped. "Okay, okay, I will. Just let go!" Malcolm did-slowly. Emily took a deep breath. She was no expert, but both dicks were at least 7 inches long. Zander's looked as thick as a Coke bottle. And they both had such fat balls... Emily flushed and almost cried again. She had felt the first twinge of arousal between her legs. "Bitch, will you fuckin' hurry up?" It was the first thing Zander had said since her attack. Emily bounced back to attention. You're getting raped. She looked again at the monsters before her. These men are going to rape you. She shuffled forward on bare knees, feeling for the first time how hard and cold the cell floor was. Placed her hands on Malcolm's thighs. "You..." Rape you. "You promise you'll never hurt me." Malcolm spoke then, with remarkable compassion. "We would never." Emily had nothing more to say. She was out of stall tactics. So she started sucking cock. Skillfully, for someone in her position. From the moment she slowly opened her mouth to accept him, Malcolm was impressed. Emily started by kissing and licking the head of Malcolm's black pole.Soon she opened wide and put a few inches in, hearing Malcolm moan with approval. His meat tasted slightly salty. Emily's mouth watered around it. She saw Zander massaging his own cock out of the corner of her eye. Soon the tip of Malcolm's cock glistened with spit. Emily pulled back and looked - she guessed it was longer than her arm, throbbing in the poorly lit cell. "Like that, don't you?" Malcolm grinned. Emily blushed, looked at the ground. "I can't fit that in my mouth," she murmured. "What's that?" Malcolm said. "I can't fit it," she blurted. "It's too big. I can't put that all in my mouth." Both men burst out laughing. Emily flushed again. She sat in front of two men with their pants around their ankles, cackling like madmen. Malcolm and Zander settled down. Emily saw their massive poles had wilted slightly. "Ah," Malcolm sighed. "You wanna help her, man?" Emily furrowed her brow. Zander nodded and rose, removing his pants. "What? What are you doing?" She backed up slightly, still on her knees. "Relax, bitch," Malcolm said. He gripped his half-hard cock and flopped it onto her face. "Keep going." Emily watched Zander move behind her. He, too, kneeled and grabbed the back of her head. "HEY!" Suddenly she was moving, hurtling into Malcolm's pole. Emily opened her mouth - a reflex - and felt three, four, five inches push inside. Everything stopped. Emily gagged around the massive black dick, fighting unsuccessfully with Zander. He wrapped another arm around her waist and held her still. "That's good, man. Just let her go on her own," Malcolm said. His brother grunted and let up pressure on Emily's head. She got the message. Emily started pumping her head back and forth on Malcolm. "Good girl," he said. "Now keep that up and we'll be good, baby." Emily whimpered. Zander fondled her full breasts, grabbing and rubbing with a big rough hand. She slobbered on Malcolm, working as much as she could inside her. When she opened her eyes she guessed she had made it halfway down his pole. Minutes passed, Malcolm occasionally grunting over rough sucking sounds. Zander plucked Emily's nipples, twisting them when she came up for air. Emily felt her body heat rising. Zander's fingers found stiff nipples. She turned an even deeper shade of red and buried herself in Malcolm's crotch, trying to hide it. But the man behind her could tell. "Oh, shit, man." A hand on her dress, above her legs. Chuckles. "Fuck me." "She likin' it?" Emily felt worse than death. "Yeah. Ooh," as Zander slipped his hand beneath her dress. "She's not wearin' panties, man. Fuck!" Malcolm groaned and grabbed Emily's head, thrusting deeper into her mouth. Her eyes watered. Meanwhile, Zander lazily sawed his hand across her lips. Malcolm groaned. "Should we cum together, baby?" He laughed. Emily couldn't think, certainly couldn't speak. She moaned around him - but was it a yes or a no? Emily throated at least 6 inches now. Malcolm pulled her back and forth on his meat, her drool pooling on the floor and covering her chin. Zander pushed two fingers inside her with an in-out motion of his own. She shook. "Not yet, man!" Malcolm slammed his eyes shut and groaned loudly. Zander's fingers slowed inside Emily, but it was too late. She felt her toes curl as a small orgasm gripped her. "Nah, man, she's gone," Zander said. His rock-hard cock pressed against the thin dress covering Emily's back. She shuddered and came on his hand. Emily felt Malcolm's load just as her own hot burst of shame subsided. Her eyes bolted open as his balls pumped cum into her mouth. Malcolm was silent. He held Emily still. Burst after burst coated Emily's throat. Soon she sputtered and retched around Malcolm's long cock, Zander slowly rubbing her all the while. Emily pulled away, gasping as semen dripped from her open mouth onto the floor. Zander held her still and Malcolm kept shooting. Ropes of hot cum struck her forehead, cheeks and chin. Cellmates Malcolm's ragged breath finally subsided. He opened his eyes and smiled. Emily blinked below him. "On the bed," he ordered. Emily wiggled away from Zander and stood. "No dress." She wordlessly complied, pulling the green dress over her head and dropping it to the floor. Both men stared as she dropped her full figure to her cot and laid on her back. She knew what happened next. Malcolm and Zander traded places, the thinner man straddling Emily and grabbing her arms. His softening penis drooped inches above her face. Zander, breathing heavily, held Emily's legs in the air and moved forward. He rubbed his fat cock across her pussy lips. Emily wished it went harder than it did. But she was soaked, and Zander's black monster slipped in with ease. "Fuck," she whispered. She gripped him tightly. Zander expertly pushed back and forth, each time forcing more meat into Emily. Soon they were both panting. To Malcolm, watching from above, it looked like his brother was pulling Emily's pussy out from the inside with every thrust. Emily felt a bigger orgasm rise inside her. Malcolm's huge rod and balls loomed above her, dominating her senses. She smelled her own arousal. The captive blonde cried out. Malcolm held tighter on her arms to keep her from thrashing. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..." "Gonna cum, baby?" "Yeahhhhhhhh..." "Want him to stop?" She said nothing, so Zander did. He beat her clit with the head of his cock. Emily bucked her hips. Both men laughed. "Tell him to keep going!" Pause. "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay keep going! Please!" She was nearly crying now, tears mixing with the cum drying on her heart-shaped face. Emily, so close to the edge, so beaten and tired, lost control. "Please fuck me. Please. Please." Zander chuckled and obliged her. It took less than 10 seconds to push Emily over the edge. She screamed and came. Both men spent the next minute in awe. Emily's orgrasm kept coming. She writhed, rolled her eyes back and almost broke free from Malcolm's grip. Zander kept pumping, pumping, pumping. Emily slowed down and he sped up. She passed from one orgasm to the next, felt weak, then... Black. Emily woke up on her stomach, Malcolm thrusting away on top of her. She gained her bearings slowly as he planted hard slaps on her ass. Zander was hard - again? In front of her. She opened her mouth to accept him. Both men fucked her from opposite ends for what seemed like hours. Emily lost track of her orgasms. Malcolm finished first, digging deep into Emily and blasting her insides with cum. Zander pulled out and finished on her face a few minutes later. Neither man spoke as they disentangled themselves from the broken woman on the cot. They put their pants back on and headed to their side of the cell. Emily lay naked for the rest of the night, drifting in and out of sleep. Her whole body was sore. Worse, though, was how it hurt. The pain felt good. Some time in the night she had the strength to put her dress back on. Too late to do anything about the dried cum on her thighs and face. Donny returned in the morning to a silent cell, all three prisoners sleeping deeply. He flipped on the T.V. and started his shift. It was late afternoon when Emily woke up, taking just a few seconds to feel the pain and remember. Malcolm and Zander talked again in hushed tones, occasionally glancing at her. Emily said nothing. She sat up on her bed and listened - something on the T.V. caught her attention. Breaking news, the anchor said. Jones brothers captured in Texas. In custody, no bail. The next moments seemed unreal to Emily. Donny shifted at his computer to chastise her. "Told you you were way off, lady. Thinkin' these idiots could do something like that." Emily turned to her cellmates and saw two wide smiles. Cellmates “What’s that for?” Sandra asked suspiciously. “I’m going to give you a massage.” Sandra stared to laugh. “Lil’ iddy biddy you?” “That’s what I did before I killed my boyfriend.” “I’se got to see this.” Sandra took off her shirt and lay on her belly. “I can’t believe I had to be in prison to become a thief,” Kelsey whispered to herself. Sandra started to laugh harder. “What is that?” “Veggie oil.” Kelsey poured some into her hand. She spread it all over Sandra’s back. Her muscles were very tense. Kelsey sighed in regret. “What’s wrong?” “I’m a massage therapist. Not a miracle worker. I can’t make you back better with just one massage.” “Figures!” “It might feel better, for a while. But I want to see you at least once a week.” “Once a week?” Sandra protested. “I can’t pay for that.” “Miriam gives me an allowance. I’ll help you.” “Why?” “It’s what I do.” Kelsey continued to knead Sandra’s back silently. She felt a particularly bad knot. “This will hurt for a while. But when I’m done it will feel better.” Sandra cursed at Kelsey for causing her some much pain. But as the pain ebbed away she calmed down. The dinner bell rang. Kelsey hadn’t realized how long she had been working on Sandra back. Was Sandra sleeping? “Sandra?” Kelsey whispered. “It’s time for dinner.” Sandra just moaned and rolled over. Kelsey wasn’t sure what to do. She left some of her allowance in Sandra's pocket and went to dinner. “Where’s Sandra?” Miriam asked. “She fell asleep,” Kelsey explained. “During the massage?” “Yep!” “Well I guess I’ll have to wait for a report then.” Kelsey was worried slightly. “Her back was really bad. I don’t think one massage will help her very much.” Kelsey flinched under Miriam’s sharp look. “I’m not trying to say I failed,” Kelsey said honestly. “But she in a lot of pain. It’s going to take a lot of work to fix her.” “Well, okay. But I won’t accept failure from you at all.” “Neither will I,” Kelsey agreed to Miriam’s amazement. Sandra strolled towards them with a smile on her face. Kelsey felt the warmth in Sandra’s smile across the room. “Once a week, huh?” Sandra asked Kelsey. “That’s what I recommend.” “I’ll try to swing it.” She walked away to get some food. Miriam smiled at her prized Orchid. “I’d say you have a satisfied costumer.” “But if she doesn’t get her back worked on frequently, it will be pointless.” “Why are you so concerned?” “I don’t know. I feel like I have a patient now. It’s a taste of freedom.” Miriam wrinkled her brow. Kelsey was an enigma. But she wanted the girl to be happy. “I’ll work something out with Sandra, so she can afford you.” Kelsey smiled and cuddled up to Miriam. “I haven’t finished your massage yet.” After two months, Sandra was feeling wonderful. She sought treatment from Kelsey every other week. Her back was almost normal again. But her sexual need had much to be desired. Kelsey was feeling the initial attraction to Sandra again. Kelsey entered Sandra’s cell with her oil and her desire. She started out with the normal routine. Then she started to move her hands in a more sensual manner. The gesture got a much yearned for moan. Kelsey noticed that Sandra was completely naked. Kelsey’s hand wandered. She massaged Sandra’s buttocks. Sandra moaned again. Kelsey moved down to Sandra’s thighs. She was pleased to find Sandra’s crotch was wet. Kelsey kissed Sandra’s back tenderly. Sandra rolled over and put her arms around Kelsey. They kissed passionately for a while. Kelsey felt her passion growing. She kissed Sandra’s neck. Suckled her erect nipples. Sandra’s moans rose in volume. Kelsey penetrated Sandra with her fingers. Sandra moved her hips slightly. Kelsey wanted her taste. She licked at the folds of flesh between Sandra’s legs. Sandra’s moans echoed in Kelsey’s ears. Sandra pulled on Kelsey's hair. Kelsey stopped and rose to meet her. “Have I done something wrong?” Kelsey asked worriedly. “No.” Sandra kissed her passionately. She held Kelsey tightly. They made love slowly. Kelsey found Miriam at dinner time. She was glowing from her experience with Sandra. Miriam kissed Kelsey’s cheek affectionately. “If Sandra’s as happy as you look,” Miriam whispered, “you’ll be very happy tonight.” Just then Sandra approached them. “I left a gift in your cell, Miriam.” She walked away happily. Miriam grabbed her food. Kelsey followed her lead. Miriam was pleased to find a six pack of beer under the bunk. She handed one to Kelsey. “You did very well. It’s not easy to get this much from Sandra.” Kelsey smiled and opened the beer. She hated the warm sudsy liquid. Beer was awful this warm. She drank it down quick and accepted another from Miriam. Kelsey had no tolerance for alcohol. She felt quite drunk after the third beer was in her. Miriam laughed at Kelsey. “You are a light weight.” She smacked Kelsey’s ass affectionately. She enjoyed toying with her this way. Kelsey felt her love for Miriam intensely. She wanted her taste more than ever. She wanted to make Miriam orgasm. She kissed Miriam passionately. Her kisses were received happily. Kelsey had made love to many of the women in the prison, and she enjoyed everyone. But no one compared to Miriam. Kelsey felt she would be lost without her mistress. The next few months flew by quickly. Kelsey was proud of her work and never failed her mistress. One day two of the male guard approached her. They had menacing looks in their eyes. Kelsey felt fear in her heart. Where was Miriam? Were these two her next costumers? Miriam was no where to be found. The guards grabbed Kelsey by her arms and led her to an office. “We’ve been waiting for this opportunity,” one of them said cruelly. Kelsey wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t show weakness to these thugs. “What do you want?” she asked defiantly. “We want a good fuck,” one guard answered. He was very tall. His muscles were frightening. His dark eyes bore through the soul of Kelsey. The other guard was a short fat man. He was very hungry for sex. Kelsey hadn’t felt this helpless since she was living with Joseph. They cooperated in removing Kelsey’s clothing. “I get the front George,” the tall muscular guard claimed. “Fine Bill,” George answered, “but next time I get the front.” Next time? Kelsey was terrified. How many times would they rape her? She couldn’t handle this. Not again. She screamed as she was doubly penetrated. Bill clamped his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. She freaked out and bit his hand. He punched her face hard. Kelsey was in a daze for the remainder of her ordeal. When Kelsey was fully conscious again, Miriam was standing over her. Kelsey sat up in her bed and started to cry. Miriam’s arms were very comforting. “What happened Doll?” Miriam asked gently. She lifted Kelsey’s chin. “Who hit you?” “Bill.” Kelsey buried her face in Miriam’s chest. “I’m sorry. They scared me. I bit him.” Kelsey searched Miriam’s face pleadingly. “Are you mad? Did I fail you?” “Oh, God no. I was worried sick when you disappeared.” Miriam stroked her hair, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I promised to protect you.” Miriam wasted no time reporting Bill and George to Susan. They were fired. But Miriam took no chances. She escorted Kelsey every where from that point on. Kelsey watched the TV in rapt attention. A decade had gone by and Kelsey was still madly in love with Miriam. The governor was making an announcement that Susan told Kelsey she shouldn’t miss. The governor was a woman Kelsey didn’t know. Of course she’d missed a couple of election due to her imprisonment. Kelsey felt her excitement mounting as she listened closely to the speech. If she was hearing it right, she would be free, soon. All victims of domestic violence would be granted clemency, if they killed heir abuser in self-defense. People in prison for doing just that would be set free. “I’m going to be free!” Kelsey said excitedly. She couldn’t wait to tell Miriam. Kelsey got to her feet and searched for her lover and mistress. Maybe I could find Sandra when I get out. I miss her. Where was Miriam? Kelsey stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh no,” Kelsey whispered to herself, “I’ll be out there while Miriam is in here.” Kelsey’s heart sunk. She ran to her cell. Miriam wasn’t here either. Kelsey didn’t care, Miriam would come for her. She climbed onto Miriam’s bed. She often did this when she was upset. Miriam’s scent was comforting in her absence. Kelsey buried her head in Miriam’s pillow and wept. Kelsey skipped dinner and waited in Miriam’s bed. Where is she? Kelsey wondered. I need her desperately. Kelsey sobbed into the pillow until she felt a familiar hand on her hair. She stared into Miriam’s concerned face. “What’s wrong, Orchid?” “I love you.” “I know darling. Why are you crying?” “I’m leaving. I’ll have my freedom, but not with you.” Miriam hopped up onto the bed. She took her little pet into her arms and rocked her gently. Miriam knew about the news report. She was happy for Kelsey. But she had to admit she would miss her terribly. Miriam had fallen in love with Kelsey. Kelsey played Miriam’s game happily for ten years. Even when Miriam was angry with her, she always bore her role well. Miriam suspected that Kelsey enjoyed be the sex slave of the prisoners. She wondered if Kelsey might even have enjoyed the beatings when she was doing it just for fun. Kelsey found happiness through Miriam’s happiness. Miriam had no choice but to love her. Miriam decided she would take no more pets. No one could take Kelsey’s place. “Don’t worry Kelsey,” Miriam said in her soothing honeyed voice. She stroked Kelsey’s hair. “We can be together even when you leave this place.” Kelsey lifted her head and looked at Miriam’s face. She was surprised to see tears in her eyes. Kelsey felt her emotions swell in her heart. She kissed Miriam’s cheek. The salty tears aroused Kelsey’s passion. “I want to taste your cum as many times as I can before I leave.” Kelsey removed Miriam’s jeans easily. Miriam moaned softly as Kelsey found her clitoris. Kelsey knew how to satisfy Miriam better than anyone ever had. Maybe it was because Kelsey always wanted to. No one had cared for Miriam the way Kelsey did. She would miss the girl. Miriam decided if her parole went through this time, she would find Kelsey as soon as she could. Kelsey savored Miriam’s taste as if it were an exotic delicacy. The nectar of this woman was sweeter to Kelsey than any honey she’d ever tasted. The musty sweet scent filled Kelsey’s nostrils. She breathed deeply to memorize it. Tears threatened Kelsey's eye again. She would miss her mistress terribly. Miriam reveled in the sensations that consumed her. Her love for Kelsey was stronger than ever. Or maybe she was just paying closer attention to it. It didn’t matter. She hoped that Kelsey didn’t change her feeling on the outside. Kelsey walked through the gate leaving the prison. Her old boss greeted her immediately. He had lost almost all of his hair and put on some weight. Kelsey smiled warmly at him. He was the only person who supported her throughout her trial and imprisonment. She was happy to see him. “When can you come back to work?” he asked kindly. “I hope you kept your skills up in there.” Kelsey hugged the funny little man. “I will be ready to work as soon as I have an apartment. And yes I kept my skills sharp.” “How does Monday sound? I have a place for you already.” “You’ve always been so good to me. Thank you, for being on my side, Roger.” “Well let’s get you moved into your loft Kelsey. There’s no use standing around here.” Kelsey looked back for a second. She missed Miriam already. “You’re right. Let’s go home.” It felt good to be working for Roger again. He was a wonderful man. He was short and fat with beady dark eyes. He was completely bald. But to Kelsey, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever known. She loved him like a brother. Kelsey worked the muscle of her first client. It felt good to be helping people. She lived for this. “Mr. Phelps,” Kelsey said kindly, “your time’s up. I want to see you here next week.” “Yes of course, Kelsey.” Roger appeared in the doorway. He was smiling. “There’s a client here asking for you specifically.” “Who?” “She told me not to tell you her name. Will you see her?” “Of course. It wouldn’t be good for business to deny a client.” “I’m glad to have you back.” Kelsey waited patiently for her next client. A woman in her thirties entered the room. She had long black curly hair and fiery black eye. Kelsey jumped out of her seat and embraced the woman. “Sandra! It’s so good to see you!” “Ditto,” Sandra returned the hug. “If you’re so happy to see me, then why do look so sad?” “I’m sorry. I miss Miriam.” “Oh. You really love that woman don’t you?” “With all my heart.” “She’ll be happy to know that.” “Do you want a massage?” “Not now. I just wanted to see you.” Sandra kissed Kelsey passionately. “I’ll be by your place later. I need to go back to work.” Kelsey’s head spun. Sandra still had a powerful effect on Kelsey. She loved Sandra almost as much as she loved Miriam. “I live upstairs.” Kelsey handed Sandra a spare key. “Let yourself in if I’m not there.” Sandra took the key and left. Kelsey watched her go. She was still very alluring. She couldn’t wait to see Sandra after work. She was still cool and silent. Sandra was always watching and thinking. Kelsey worked hard the remainder of the day. She was surprised about the number of clients she had. She was worried that a murderer would hurt Roger’s business. But Kelsey wasn’t a murderer. She killed Joseph in self-defense. She emptied the clip into the bustard to be sure he was dead. It had felt good to pull that trigger. “Kelsey,” Roger intruded on her thoughts. “Yeah?” “That woman from earlier is in your apartment. Is she a friend of yours?” Kelsey smiled at Roger. “Yes she’s a friend of mine. We’re having dinner after I’m done here.” “From prison?” “Yes. She stole a car. But she was just a dumb kid when she did it.” “Oh,” Roger wrinkled his forehead. “If you want you can leave now. You’ve worked hard today. You need to treat those lovely hands well.” “Thanks Roger.” Kelsey kissed his bald head affectionately. “Don’t start that now,” Roger teased. “You know I’m gay.” “I know,” Kelsey said absently. “Me too. Now.” “I suspected that. Is that woman your girlfriend?” “No. She’s still there. Sandra is just a friend. I’ll tell you everything later.” “Okay. Go meet your friend.” “See you tomorrow?” “Yep, see ya.” Kelsey walked up the stairs to her loft. She wondered if Sandra was there for what she was hoping for. Kelsey really enjoyed making love to her in prison. The door opened before she got to the top of the stairs. “Jesus! What took you so long,” Sandra tried to sound impatient. Kelsey looked up and smiled. Sandra was naked. She was as beautiful as ever. Kelsey ran up the last few steps. The door slammed behind her. Kelsey fell into Sandra’s embrace. She kissed her passionately. Her firm breasts were nice to touch. Her muscle-tone was amazing. Sandra kept in good shape these last five years. Sandra’s bronze skin was glistening with sweat. Kelsey suckled her nipple and found the sweat tantalizing. “God you’re so beautiful,” Kelsey whispered. “And so are you.” Sandra undressed Kelsey slowly. “You still look just like you did five years ago.” Sandra studied Kelsey’s face. Sandra was let out on parole shortly before the attack by the guards. She frowned and kissed the scar lightly. “What happened to your lovely face? I know Miriam didn’t do this.” “No. Miriam didn’t. I was raped by two guards right after you got your freedom. They did this.” Sandra didn’t respond. She just kissed the scar tenderly. She followed Kelsey's cheek line down to her mouth. Kelsey led Sandra to her bed. They embraced and fell to the mattress. Kelsey stopped kissing Sandra for a moment. She looked into those deep black eyes. “Were you ever one of Miriam’s pets?” “Yes. I was until I got hurt. Why?” “Did you love her?” “Not the way you do. She didn’t love me either. You’re the only one she gave a nickname.” “I am?” “Yes. She really liked you right away.” Sandra stroked Kelsey’s face lovingly. “I was jealous of her.” “Why?” “Because she had you. She still does. But I don’t mind being second in you heart.” “How did you know?” “I felt the chemistry. I know you love me.” “Yes, I do.” “Then show me how you feel.” Kelsey did as she was told without any more questions. She did love Sandra. It felt good to know the feeling was mutual. Sandra sat in front of the window. Miriam was on the other side. They talked kindly to each other through the pane. “How’s my Lil’ Orchid?” “She’s doing okay. But she misses you.” “Well, we’ll be together soon,” Miriam told Sandra. “I’m getting’ out soon.” “Your parole went through?” Sandra asked sadly. “Yep!” Miriam said happily. “You’re in love with her aren’t you?” “And she loves me too,” Sandra declared. Miriam frowned. “Don’t worry. She still loves you. She’ll always love you more.” “Don’t tell her. I want to surprise her.” “She’ll like that a lot. Kelsey pines for you every moment.” Sandra looked at her watch. “I have to go now. I’m meeting Kelsey for dinner. I know how you feel about each other, but I’m going to enjoy her while I can. How long?” “Two weeks.” “See you in two weeks. I’ll put the spare key under the door mat. You know where she lives, right?” “I do.” “Bye, Miriam.” Sandra walked away. It was the last night Sandra would have with Kelsey. She wanted to make it special. She hoped that Kelsey would change her heart. It was a vain attempt, Sandra knew. Kelsey would never love her the way she loved Miriam. Sandra checked the roast periodically. She kept looking at her watch and pacing. Kelsey must be working late. Sandra frowned. It was their last night together. She wanted to make it last. The door opened. Kelsey was finally home. “’bout time,” Sandra scolded. “Sandra! I wasn’t expecting you.” “I know. I wanted to surprise you.” Kelsey hugged and kissed her. “It’s a nice surprise.” “You look tired.” “I had a lot of clients today. It seems I’m getting a reputation. Business is booming. And Roger’s ecstatic.” “Are you happy?” “Relatively. But my heart is breaking.” Sandra held Kelsey’s head to her chest and stroked her hair. “I know sweetie. You’re waiting for your love. It hurts I know.” “I’m so sorry Sandra. I don’t mean to hurt you. I do love you. But I can’t stop loving Miriam.” “I don’t blame you.” Sandra kissed Kelsey tears. It broke her heart to see Kelsey so miserable. She was tempted to tell Kelsey her secret. But she promised Miriam. “Are you hungry?” “Not really. It smells wonderful, but I can’t eat much.” “Eat what you can. You can’t keep starving yourself.” Sandra pulled the roast out of the oven. It was perfect. She served Kelsey a plate full and led her to the bed. “Lay back. I want to feed you.” Kelsey smiled. She did love Sandra. Sandra eased the pain in her heart. She wished she could love both Miriam and Sandra equally. Kelsey accepted each bite from Sandra’s finger gratefully. She even licked Sandra’s finger clean of the juices. Her passion was stirring by the time the meat was gone. She pushed Sandra back into the pillows. She teased her for a while. It was nice to have more freedom while making love. Kelsey enjoyed teasing Sandra immensely. Suckling a nipple. Stroking her pubic hair. Exploring Sandra languidly was nice. The lack of time constraints helped Kelsey thoroughly enjoy being intimate. Cellmates Kelsey smiled into Sandra’s sparkling eyes as she licked her finger covered in Sandra’s cum. Sandra smiled and pulled Kelsey to her. Kelsey really loved Sandra’s electric kisses. She always had. There was a quality to them that Miriam’s kisses lacked. Kelsey wondered if it were possible to love them both equally. Kelsey pushed Sandra into the pillow again. She went down on her. Kelsey loved the way her lover squirmed under her probing teasing tongue. Sandra’s urgent whines made Kelsey giddy. She loved teasing Sandra this way. It was a freedom she never had in prison. Kelsey kissed her belly. She stopped to play with her navel. Sandra squirmed exquisitely. Kelsey nipped at Sandra’s breasts. Sandra laughed in ecstasy. This woman was so beautiful. Kelsey worshiped her lover’s body. Sandra’s salty sweat was wonderful. Kelsey remembered the strap-on. Miriam gave it to her as a parting gift and a promise. Kelsey reached under her bed. She slipped the toy on. Kelsey made penetration. The strap between her legs rubbed her clit as she moved her hips. It was exquisite. Sandra clung to her as she orgasmed. Sandra’s sharp nail felt wonderful. Kelsey kissed Sandra hungrily while she fucked her. She loved exploring Sandra’s mouth with her tongue. Kelsey felt her hips getting tired. She stopped and pulled out of Sandra. She removed the toy and shoved it back under her bed. Kelsey fell asleep in Sandra’s arms. Kelsey was glad she took the next day off. She could spend some time with Sandra. Miriam found the key right where Sandra promised to leave it. It felt good to be out of prison. Twenty years of hell. She almost wished she hadn’t embezzled that money. But if it weren’t for that hell, she would never have met the love of her life. Miriam quietly slipped the key in the lock and quietly turned the key. She stepped inside of the cozy loft and stared at the bed. She wasn’t surprised to see Sandra. Sandra was staring at her. Miriam smiled and held her finger to her lips. Sandra smiled and nodded. Miriam tip-toed to the bed. She knelt next to the contently sleeping Kelsey. She was a very nice sight. Her thick black hair was draped over her face hiding her freckles. Sandra crawled out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She didn’t want to witness this reunion. It hurt too much. Miriam took Sandra's spot. She gently touched Kelsey’s leg. Goose bumps formed. Miriam caressed Kelsey lovingly. “Mmmm, Sandra that feels good,” Kelsey mumbled in a sleepy voice. “No, guess again,” Miriam answered in her honeyed voice. Kelsey shot up in bed. She screamed joyfully and threw her arms around Miriam. She wasn’t sure if she was awake or still sleeping. She didn’t care. It was a very good dream, real or not. She kissed Miriam passionately. “Tell me you’re real,” Kelsey begged between kisses. “Pinch me Miriam, mistress of my heart.” Miriam pinched Kelsey’s ass hard. Kelsey flinched from the pain and started to laugh. Miriam pinned Kelsey to the bed and kissed her neck. Kelsey couldn’t contain her giggles. She was so happy to be reunited with her lover. Suddenly she stopped laughing. She pushed Miriam away. “Where’s Sandra?” “In the little girl’s room. She’s not so happy so see me. Though she knew I was coming.” Kelsey frowned. She didn’t want to hurt Sandra. She didn’t want to hurt Miriam either. She realized she did love them both, equally. Kelsey put her face in her hands. What could she do? She couldn’t have both of them. Oh, this was so unfair. It was worse than prison. “What’s wrong?” Sandra joined them on the bed. “I thought you would be happy about this little surprise.” “I did too,” Miriam agreed. Kelsey looked at both of them. “I am. I couldn’t be happier to see Miriam. But my heart is in turmoil.” “Why?” Sandra and Miriam asked in unison. “I love you both. With all of my heart. I know I can’t choose you both. But I wish I could. Why do you two have to be so damned wonderful?” Sandra started to laugh. She felt as if she had won. Kelsey loved her as much as she loved Miriam. Her jealousy of Miriam evaporated instantly. She hugged Miriam and laughed harder. “Did you hear that? We’re equal in her heart.” “I heard it,” Miriam answered. “I’m not deaf.” She started to laugh with Sandra. Kelsey looked at them confused. Were they laughing at her? Why? She didn’t think her dilemma was funny at all. Miriam and Sandra exchanged glances. They stopped laughing and tried to be serious. Neither of them wanted to hurt Kelsey. Miriam kissed Kelsey hungrily. Kelsey sucked on Miriam’s lip. Her kisses were strong and passionate. Kelsey felt Miriam’s love in every one. Sandra pushed Miriam out of her way. Her lips met Kelsey’s. The electricity of Sandra’s love burned through Kelsey. She was in rapture. Both of her loves were doting on her. Were they fighting over her? Or trying to help her decide? The former was flattering. The latter only burdened her heart more. This was not a decision she could make. Miriam had learned to read Kelsey’s face well. She looked at Sandra. “I don’t think she can decide right now.” “Sandra nodded and looked at Kelsey. “Do you want a couple of roommates to keep you warm at night?” “I like the idea,” Miriam agreed. “I promise to get along with Sandra.” “Ditto,” Sandra said with a grin. Kelsey stared them down skeptically. They were serious. They were willing to share her until she made up her mind. “What if I can’t decide for a while?” “I can wait for you,” Sandra said. “I came for you didn’t I? I knew you were sleeping with Sandra, and I came for you.” Kelsey smiled and pulled them into a hug. Her love for both of them swelled inside of her. The three of them made love for the entire day. THE END