0 comments/ 65406 views/ 3 favorites Should've Taken the Plea Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion Her head spinning at the same time it felt as if a rhinoceros had just rammed her in the stomach, Martha Traber sat behind the Defense Council's table, between her two lawyers, strained to the point of instinctual disconnect as the jury read her guilty verdict. Despite the fact that Martha had been approached with several plea agreements from the Federal Prosecutors that would have taken any jail time off the table, she had stubbornly maintained her complete innocence throughout process, just knowing she would be exonerated in the end. "Once I'm able to tell my side of the story to those jurors and they're able to see I'm not a crook or a cheat... that I'm basically just like most of their mothers or grandmothers... there's no way they could send me to jail," Martha had, in the end, falsely surmised. * * * * * One of the most beneficial qualities of the human mind is its ability to rationalize things even in the most extreme and trying of circumstances. Being led down the waxed maze of prison hallways at the Medford Detention Center for Women her first day of incarceration, Martha filled herself with a mixture of denial and bull headed optimism as she soaked in the scenery of her home for the next three years. Contrary to many of the nightmarish things she kept herself awake at night worrying about, her first experiences at Medford were tolerable. The grounds seemed adequately kept, there weren't any unsightly stains or smells soiling her senses and even most of the inmates and guards she encountered seemed innocuous enough on first impression. Stepping into her assigned cell for the first time, Martha lifted her chin and gave a polite nod to the women she'd share living quarters with for the next 36 months. "Hi... my name is Martha," the painfully nervous woman mouthed. "Looks like I get stuck with the new girl, " her cellmate smiled " Pleased to meet you Martha... my name is Karen." Not long after the guards had locked the cell and returned to their appointed rounds, Martha and Karen were chatting like two long lost school chums. * * * * * Karen Quinlin was 45, a little less than 10 years younger than Martha. She had called Medford her home for the previous two years and was scheduled for release loosely the same time as her new cellmate. Her slightly graying chestnut brown hair pulled back into a ponytail highlighted a pretty but plain face, devoid of much of the makeup she wore in her previous life as the wife of a prominent businessman and woman about town. Her marriage having already grown loveless and stale, their relationship had simply turned into a business arrangement. And when several of their tainted real estate deals began to unravel, especially one that cost the brother of an influential local politician a million dollars, Karen and her Husband quickly turned on each other to get the best deal from the D.A... It turned out her Husband acted quicker and when she was arrested for fraud the same day the divorce papers arrived via FedEx, Karen knew her life was about to swirl down the toilet. Martha could easily relate. A product of the backlash against white collar crime as well, she had gotten herself caught up in a stock scam with the company she worked for and without going into every tawdry detail, she had ended up playing the role of 'fallgirl' for several of higher ranking members of the company. A kindred spirit found, Martha went from dreading the thought of prison to looking at it as a period of self reflection, growth and priority finding. * * * * * Her relationship with Karen growing more solid with each passing day, Martha was able to steadily navigate the other pitfalls of being in prison for the first time. While she did experience the occasional stare or threatening comment from other anonymous inmates, Martha slowly developed a sense of safety and comfort in her strange new world. Away from the constant and draining grind of the business world and with her legal problems finally resolved, Martha gradually re-discovered the simple joys of life. Having lost nearly 20 pounds after being brought up on charges, with three square meals a day and not much else to look forward to, she struggled with a sense of dismay and relief as she piled the pounds back on. "Being indicted is a underrated way to diet... everyone ought to try it," she would often tell Karen as she watched her body begin to chub out. Other primal drives, besides hunger, that had long been cooped up inside Martha slowly began to re-emerge as well, and many of her and Karen's post 'lights out' conversations often drifted off in those seedy directions. Having discovered they had been in similar marriages, each agreed that they had once loved their respective spouse, but somewhere along the way the zest, joy and excitement had long faded. In Karen's situation, to the point that her now Ex was willing to hasten her trip to the slammer. "Would have screwed him before he screwed me," Karen would often lament. "Speaking of screwing... when was the last time you had... you know... sex," Martha whispered out of the blue, always making sure to keep her voice hushed with the way sounds echoed through the facility at night. "You mean with a man?" Karen answered after a long awkward pause. "Yeah," Martha giggled like a nervous school girl from the top bunk. "God... easily a year before me and Rick broke up... and add the two years in here... so its been over three years," Karen replied bluntly. "There're other ways to cope though... At some point you have to find a way to relieve stress. I'm sure you hear me down here every once in a while," Karen continued, sensing Martha's discomfort by her sudden silence. "No... No... I never hear anything," Martha lied, now hating the fact she even broached the subject, knowing it would be a topic they'd inevitably come back to. Closing her eyes, hoping to put the issue to rest for at least that night, Martha felt the bedsheets below sizzle when Karen's raspy voice once again pierced the darkened silence. "In fact... I'm doing it right now," the younger woman whispered from the bottom bunk. "You learn real quick in a place like this to be as quiet as possible." Flat on her back, Martha's eyes shot open and she bit down on her lower lip as she listened to the telltale signs of Karen's breath rising and falling. "Why don't you do it too Martha... can't let all that stuff get bottled up inside," Karen's warm voice invitingly offered. "Oh... Uh... I... can't," Martha replied weakly even though her thighs had suddenly pressed tightly against each other as a thin layer of sweat beaded on her forehead. "Don't worry Babe... you'll give into it at some point," Martha's new found friend predicted. "It's cheaper than cigarettes around here and a lot better for your health... in fact... speaking of cigarettes... I think I need one now!" Both women laughed quietly at Karen's quip and the two shared a couple of minutes of pleasant post orgasmic conversation until Martha made a innocent comment that would change the tenor of their relationship forever. "I guess its all the urban legends and the movies about prison that gives a person the idea that a lot more real sex goes on in these places... I've been here for over a month now and I haven't hardly seen anything," Martha sighed, politely waiting for a response that was an eternity in coming. "There is Martha... there is," Karen finally replied from the bottom bunk, expounding no more on her cryptic answer. Her throat suddenly as dry as the Sahara floor, Martha didn't know quite how to respond, no so much to what Karen said but the tone in which it was spoken. "What do you mean?" she asked meekly, but no answer at all was forthcoming the second time. "She's probably just gone to sleep... or didn't hear you," Martha told herself even though the cancerous concern suddenly growing inside her gut told her differently. * * * * * A few days after their awkward late night chat in the cell, Karen and Martha found themselves having lunch in the bustling cafeteria. Always amused by the formal way Martha organized and used her eating utensils before and during meals, Karen couldn't help but compare her new friend to another famous Martha that was also experiencing legal troubles. "I think everyone in here is just waiting for you to make some doilies and napkin arrangements for the tables, " Karen sarcastically quipped, trying to break the ice that persisted from the way their conversation ended a few nights earlier. Using her plastic fork and knife to daintily cut a piece of meat, Martha cast Karen an amused glare before attempting to take a bite of her entree. Before she could get the food in her mouth however, Martha felt several shadows ease directly up behind her. "Who is... it?" Martha asked, dropping the fork back down on her plate when she saw a look of dread spread across Karen's face. Not wanting to turn and face whatever presence had taken up residence behind her, Martha instinctively reached out and grabbed Karen by the forearm as if to say, "What's wrong?" "You don't wanna know," Karen's gaze clearly replied. Twisting her neck enough so she could turn her head to greet the visitors, Martha saw two women standing there; one a muscular, big boned brunette and the other a mousy, ethnic looking girl who appeared to be in her early 20's. They were two faces Martha had casually noticed during her stay at Medford and she trembled somewhat herself when she remembered the subtle way many of the other female inmates kept their distance from the two oddly paired women when they passed them in a social setting. "Uh... would you like to... sit down and join us?" Martha robotically offered causing Karen to drop her face into her hands. "No... No thank you," the larger of the two women politely replied. "We were just passing through... nice to see you again Karen." "Hey there," the larger girl smiled, turning her gaze to Martha and placing her hand firmly on the shell-shocked woman's collarbone. "Its a shame Karen you didn't introduce us to your new friend." With that, the two girls left as quietly as they came, leaving Karen and Martha sitting silently across from one another, both their apple sauces going cold as a tidal wave of uneasiness engulfed them both. * * * * * Resting uneasily on the bunk below Martha, Karen wished she had a straightjacket to put on to keep from tossing and turning and inevitably waking her cellmate. "How in the world can I ever explain Bella to Martha?" Karen silently lamented, replaying the incident in the cafeteria a few days earlier as well as the two years worth of prior dealings with the prison bully, until she was nothing but a pile of emotional mush on her wrinkled bed sheets. "I knew this would happen... I just knew it... of all the new girls that come into this place every week... Bella has to pick my cellmate out... MINE. A couple of months go by and I think Martha's out of the woods... SHIT... then this happens... what am I going to do?," Karen internally squealed, the word 'mine' rolling off her tongue with an acidic and awkward weight as she contemplated what the future would hold. Stone straight her whole life, Karen hadn't fooled around or experimented with another woman, even in drunken days of college, much less as an adult. When she found out she was headed to prison for five years, on some level Karen knew 'what' went on in those types of places and even though she had done things once there that she was personally horrified by, the concept of 'love' never really dawned on her until she began her relationship with Martha. In the deepest recesses of her mind Karen knew that Bella would approach Martha at some point, she always did when a new inmate caught her eye, but with her own newfound depth of feeling for Martha, Karen didn't expect to take it so hard when it finally happened. "She's mine... mine... MINE... my life is shit right now... can't I just have this one thing," Karen wanted to scream. "But that's just the way the jungle works... and Bella rules this jungle... and Martha... and Martha... if Bella gets her... she'll never be the same, " Karen withered in helpless fright, mashing her face deeply into her pillow to muffle her pitiful sobs. * * * * * The inevitable occurred four days later. Sitting in the same spot in the cafeteria as they had a week earlier when Bella interrupted their lunch, Karen and Martha sat there, picking at their meal when a heavy pair of footsteps once again approached the table. "Good afternoon Ladies," Bella greeted both with a wry and impatient smile. Turning to face Bella and her petite acolyte, Trina, Martha sucked in a deep breath and put on the bravest front she could. "Hello," Martha tried to say but Bella looked right past her. "Sorry to bother you again like this... but Karen... I need to see you for a minute... alone if you don't mind," Bella soberly offered, her voice tinged with the feeling that "no thanks" wasn't an option. "Uh... Karen... you... don't... have," Martha strained to say, her voice trailing off as she saw the look of submission and defeat in her cellmate's bowed face. "It'll just be a minute... I'll be... I'll be right back," Karen muttered, scooting up hesitantly from her meal to follow Bella's lead. "Trina... you stay here and keep Martha company," Bella smiled, nodding the tiny Cuban girl over to the seat Karen had just vacated. "We'll be right back," Bella bellowed one last time before gently nudging Karen towards the cafeteria exit. Even though there were easily 200 women milling about the eating area, and the constant din made it difficult to think, Martha found herself drifting into a strange, secluded fog as Trina stared at her from across the table. "... Hel... lo," Martha offered blankly, resulting in not so much as a blink from the young girl. "Its because Bella's not here to tell her to blink," an inner voice reminded Martha. "So... uh... ," Martha continued to stammer, wringing her hands together anxiously as she spun her head side to side, waiting for Bella and Karen to reappear. Minute after minute passed however and all Martha was left to do was sit there and bake under the heat of Trina's glare as every woman in the cafeteria gradually began to whisper about what was going on. Feeling her insides twist, Martha did the best she could to occasionally maintain eye contact with the barely 100 pound girl. "She's so fragile... so small," Martha couldn't help but notice. "Her skin is almost a perfect golden tan... and her face is so angelic... but that stare... that stare of hers... its... its... demonic... its almost like she's possessed by something... or someone." And in many ways, Martha was dead on in her assessment. Only 20 when she was arrested in the Florida Keys as part of a DEA drug bust, Trina Cruz was taken into custody, tried along with the 15 others netted in the bust and sent to Medford after she was convicted. Scared and alone from the moment she stepped foot inside the facility, not knowing a word of English or the customs of prison life, Trina was easy prey for someone like Bella. And the protection and comfort that Bella provided for Trina was more than made up by the blind loyalty and brainwashed dedication that Trina freely gave in return. Face to face across the table, withering under Trina's persistent stare, Martha felt as if the young girl's gaze was penetrating her flesh. "I wonder what kind of hold Bella has over her?" Martha wondered, stopping herself quickly before pondering such a dreaded thought. "You probably don't wanna know," Martha wisely decided, turning her eyes briskly away from Trina when a sudden hush fell over the cafeteria. "It's Bella... she's back," Martha groaned, unable to ignore the way every woman in Bella's path moved aside as the alpha female strolled through. With every step closer Bella took, Martha's face went more gaunt noticing Karen wasn't with her. "Where's Karen... Where's Karen?" Martha whispered, unable to conceal the deep seeded concern for her friend. "She's OK," Bella smiled. "Just said she wasn't feeling well... I think she got a guard to take her back to your cell. "Trina and I... we might stop by a little later to check on her," Bella added after allowing Martha to stew for several seconds. Everyone in the cafeteria took notice of the way Martha scooted up from the table causing two guards to run towards her. A broad hawkish gleam spread across Bella's face as the guards led Martha back to her cell, knowing full well what was waiting for her when she got there and saw Karen. * * * * * "Think it was just something she ate?" one of the female guards snidely told the other before locking Martha back in her cell with Karen. "In a way... Yep," the other attendant replied as the two shared a long snicker, just like two drunks in on a private joke. The sound of the cell door closing behind her didn't so much as register in Martha's head as she stared at Karen, who was balled up in an fetal position under the covers. "K... Karen... Karen... what's wrong... what did she do to you?" Martha asked helplessly. "I don't... don't... want to talk about it, " Karen sobbed and sniffled. "The less you know the better... what's done is done." "But Karen... we could... report... this... or do... something," Martha tried formulating a response but only felt her blood grow colder when she saw Karen press her face deeper into her already drenched pillow. Stunned and motionless as her friend continued to cry, Martha's head was spinning out of control as she tried to make some sense, any sense, of Karen's crippling ordeal. * * * * * The subsequent night and following days proved to be unbearable as a shroud of depression and silence descended on the two. Normally chatty, only a minimum of small talk passed back and forth between the friends. Over breakfast a few days later, Martha tried to muster the courage to break the ice with Karen but watching the way her still reluctant friend picked at her eggs, Martha decided it still wasn't the right time. Content to let the topic ride for another day, Martha felt her spine shiver when she looked across the table at Karen's sullen face. "Oh No... Not again," Martha cringed, knowing full well what that look in her eyes meant. Martha could instantly tell that Karen grasped the depth of the situation by the way her chin dropped against her chest. "You can't have her again," Martha wanted to turn and scream at Bella, but her vocal chords went limp when she felt the woman standing behind her clamp her hand down tightly on top of her shoulder. "Don't worry Martha... Karen can stay and finish her breakfast... Trina and I... we were hoping maybe you could join us for a few seconds," Bella politely offered. "I'm... I'm fine... here... Th... Thanks," Martha trembled, trying to beg out as she studied Karen's face for any hint of help or understanding. Before she had even realized she had been nudged to her feet, Martha found herself being led away by Bella, the brooding woman's hand firmly pressed into the small of her back as she escorted her through the maze of onlooking inmates. "Where are we going... where are you taking me?" Martha spat frantically as Bella calmly pushed her out of the cafeteria. "Stop it... Please... Stop it," Martha desperately wanted to blurt out in hopes of attracting the attention of a guard, who would most certainly rectify the situation, but when she tried all that left her mouth was a hoarse and abrasive whisper. Feeling Bella's warm breath swirling against the back of her neck as the doors of the gymnasium at the end of the hall came into view, Martha closed her eyes, paralysed at the thought of what would happen once inside. Should've Taken the Plea Ch. 01 _____________________________ "Good... a little privacy," Bella sighed, freeing her grip on Martha's back at the same time motioning for Trina to close the doors of the gym behind them. "Now go over there and get a few of the floor pads and lay them out, Trina," Bella ordered. "What are you... going to do?" Martha trembled. "Me... nothing... absolutely nothing Dear," Bella chided with a hint of condescension. "Your friend Karen just told us how sweet you are and frankly, Trina's become quite smitten with you since the little sit down she had with you the other day... you've been all she's talked about the last few days... she kind of just wanted to spend some more time with you... that's all." "I don't think I understand," Martha whispered, still not totally grasping what Bella was hinting at. "I'm sure she's a really nice girl... But... ," Martha continued until she was abruptly jolted by Trina, who had slid directly up behind her. Her chest and shoulders heaving nervously as the demure 20 year old Cuban girl began to softly rub her back, Martha studied Bella's chubby face for any trace of rationale. "Like I said Martha," Bella softly added, her rich Cajun accent now completely evident, "Trina's taken quite a liking to you... and since she always does everything I ask of her... I figured you were the least I could do for her. Don't be afraid Martha... you wont need to do anything... you wont even have to reciprocate... just let Trina take over and she'll take care of everything." "Reciprocate... she'll take care of everything... what is she talking about?" Martha internally gulped, Bella's demonic voice rattling inside her head at the same time she felt her shirt being raised from behind. Martha's synapses went haywire the instant Trina's fingernails dug snugly into the flesh of her exposed waist. "Just go over there and lay down Martha... trust me... the girl knows what she's doing," Bella offered, her crass invitation causing Martha's stomach to turn. "This was your biggest fear about coming in here... and now its happening... dammit... and now its happening " Martha sobbed, her tears covering her rose-red cheeks until they glistened horribly under the yellowish lighting. "Don't be so tense Martha... just relax... lay down and just relax, " Bella continued hypnotically. "Is this what they did to Karen?" Martha found herself wondering, doing anything she could to try and detach herself from the situation. Mashing her teeth together and wincing when she felt her rear end collapse against the blue mat underneath her, Martha felt an odd but inevitable sense of resignation when she looked up and saw Bella and Trina standing above her. "You're down here now... there's nothing you can do," Martha realized. "Kick your shoes off Martha... get comfortable," Bella grinned, pacing back and forth now like a drill sergeant addressing her charges. "Go ahead Trina and get down there with her... help Martha take her pants off." Transfixed by the way the young Cuban girl knelt down beside her, Martha couldn't help but shiver at just how pretty and innocent Trina appeared up close. "Her skin is flawless... almost like velvet coffee... and her eyes... they're so empty... almost hollow... its like her only purpose is to serve," Martha observed, closing her eyes when she felt Trina's fingers sneak into the elastic band of her orange, prison issue, pants. Stunned by just how determined and possessed such a seemingly timid girl could be, Martha felt as if she had become the proverbial blood in the water as Trina forcefully undressed her. "Now get her shirt off... I bet she didn't even put her bra on this morning," Martha could hear Bella mockingly demand the instant Trina had pulled her pants all the way off. Even though it was on the periphery of her consciousness the whole time, it wasn't until Trina placed her knee between Martha's bare legs and leaned down face to face with her that Martha fully comprehended that she was about to have her first lesbian encounter of her 54 year life. Reflexively retching her head side to side as Trina nuzzled closer, Martha tensed initially then went limp as the young girl reached around her back and pulled her shirt up over her head. "UURRGGGHH... NOOO," Martha bitterly groaned, the cool flow from the gym's air conditioning ducts causing a million goosebumps to rise on her pale flesh. Seated on the mat now, clad only in a pair of pink panties, Martha instinctively tried clenching her thighs together even though Trina was crouched in front of her and her right knee was firmly planted directly in front of Martha's steaming crotch. "You're gonna pass out before the girl does anything to you," Martha told herself, holding out hope that might be the only way to avoid the outcome of her sudden dilemma. As hard as she tried however, Martha couldn't force herself to black out and when Trina moved down and slowly rubbed her hands, first down Martha's arms, then down each side of her torso before gently massaging each of her lily white legs, Martha found herself involuntarily rocking her head backwards, allowing Trina complete control over her body. "Well that didn't take too long," Martha blindly heard Bella crack, noting the ease in which she had submitted to Trina's advances. "This is just what you thought prison would be," Martha berated herself as Trina slid her panties off her waist and down her legs. " You knew you'd become somebody's Bitch before it was over with... you do the crime... you do the time." "Dear God... how many other women has she done this to," Martha groaned under her breath, feeling her exposed vaginal folds flower and buzz as she watched the way Bella gleefully squeezed her crotch through her pants. Her sweaty blonde hair sliding across the mat as she tossed her head side to side, Martha's skin warmed feeling the heat of Trina's gaze appraising her nudity. "OOHHHH," Martha yelped, her entire body jerking when she felt the young Cuban girl's long fingers slither across her exposed pubis. "Oh God Please... Just get it over with," Martha mumbled to herself, knowing she was caught in a ritual initiation there was no turning back from. "Just relax Martha... just take a deep breath and relax," Bella cooed once again, the sound of her voice becoming distended as her arousal took over. "She's freakin' enjoying this... she's enjoying watching Trina do this to me," Martha inherently accepted. "I can see why Karen didn't want to talk about it now." Minutes passed like hours for Martha as Trina patiently and deliberately explored her ripe nudity, gently prodding and probing every inch of her trembling body until Martha was nothing more than a jellified mess on the mat. "Look at all that pink starting to show," Bella crudely noted, imploring Trina to press her face directly into the swirling pulp of Martha's inflamed genitals. Watching Trina first snake her tongue hungrily up and down the length of each of Martha's creamy thighs, Bella rubbed her crotch increasingly harder as her tiny slave dove all the way into the older woman's crotch, first rolling her tongue like a corkscrew into Martha's asshole before mashing her lips forcefully against the paralyzed woman's cunt. "OHHHGAWWWDDD," Martha's voice echoed through the cavernous gymnasium as Trina's wedged her entire face against her churning sex. Feeling as if her womb had turned to molten plasma, Martha let out a series of primal shrieks when Trina's lips and tongue penetrated her welcoming slit. Bucking her hips and waist up and down on the mat, Martha found herself reaching down between her legs to take hold of Trina's head, in an attempt to keep it steady as she watched the girl's pristine face ruthlessly lap at her foaming snatch. "OHHH... YEAH," Martha heard Bella's voice from the side, causing her to blush even further from her embarrassing surrender. "But God it feels like Heaven," she couldn't help but admit to herself as Trina reached up to massage her titties at the same time continuing her lavish assault on her cunt. Ashamed of the way the nipples of her alabaster titties jutted like tiny fingers into the air as Trina used her teeth and tongue to nibble at her throbbing clit, Martha thrashed and squirmed wildly on the mat as the persistent young girl usurped control of her body. Fixated by the way Trina's pretty face mashed harder and harder down on top of her sensitive vulva, Martha felt every drop of blood in her body shoot straight to her genitals. "I've got to see her naked... I've just got to... ," Martha anxiously yelped, so overcome with perverse lust she had lost all concept of decency. Reaching down aimlessly with her quivering hands, Martha blindly tried to grab a hold of Trina's top in a failed attempt to rabidly pull the girl's shirt off. Looking to her right through her slitted eyes, Martha bestial expression seemed to beg Bella to help Trina disrobe. "Dont worry about Trina," Bella bent down and told Martha. "I'm the only one that gets to enjoy her." With that, Bella reached down and grabbed Martha by the back of the head, gripping her tightly as she enjoyed the way every muscle in the prone woman's body twisted under Trina's oral prowess. Pulling Martha's head all the way back down to the mat, Bella continued to hover over top of her and Trina's fresh kill until Martha's entire backside lurched savagly off the cushion. "OH GOD NO... OH SHIT NO... NO... NO... NO... OH... NOOOOO... DONT DO THIS... NOOOOOOOO... DON'T DO THIS... NOOOOOOOOOOOO... DON'T CUM... DON'T CUM... NOOOOOOO," Martha howled in orgasm, the last 'NO" erupting out of her mouth so loudly, it riccocheted through the prison's air conditioning system until nearly everyone in the prison stopped in their tracks. * * * * * Keeping her mouth buried against Martha's creaming snatch for nearly a minute, milking every last drop of her languid release, Trina didn't remove her life grip until Bella tapped her on the shoulder and whispered something into her ear. Standing above Martha as Trina dutifully darted up and disappeared, Bella stared down approvingly as the debilitated woman on the mat collapsed backwards into an exhausted Jesus Christ-like pose. "Take a few deep breaths, Martha," Bella taunted, kicking at her bare feet several times to make sure she was still conscious. "Catch your breath then roll over... we've just started... " Part 2 coming soon Should've Taken the Plea Ch. 02 Completely naked and spread eagle on the mat, Martha laid there, absorbing the eerie calm that has settled around her. "What now?" she asked herself between gasps for air. "You're her Bitch now... that's what," her inner voice dreadfully reminded her. "So what happens next?" Martha pondered, her already weak spine turning to icy slush when she looked up through her squinted eyes to see the unquenched hunger dripping from Bella's face. "Flip her over Trina... get her up on her knees with her ass in the air," Bella demanded. Still winded from her orgasm moments earlier, Martha strained and grunted as Trina rolled her rickety body over 180 degrees until she was flat on her chest. Feeling Trina's hands scoop underneath her belly like a spatula, Martha held her breath and bit her tongue as she was propped up on all fours, like a tired old dog. "Good," Bella grinned from above. "Work your fingers around her pussy Trina... Keep that cunt slick until I'm ready!" "What's she going to do to me... she said earlier she had no use for me... that this was all for Trina," Martha trembled, as if any promise Bella made was worth the breath it took to utter. On her knees and face down, Martha couldn't imagine being in a more compromising position as she waited for the sadistic woman above to make the next move. Unable to see what was happening behind her, she simply held her breath and waited. "UURRGGHH," Martha groaned loudly into the cushion below when she felt Trina's snarling lips and tongue re-enter her snatch. Unable to keep her hips from instinctively rocking back and forth against the young girl's lapping mouth, Martha pressed her forehead harder against the mat and strained her hands out to each side to keep from toppling over. The dread and anticipation over what Bella was preparing to do went on and on for Martha as she knelt there with Trina's mouth deeply wedged against her vulva for the second time. "GAWWWDDD... MMMPPPHH... GAWWWWD," Martha cackled maniacally, disgusted by the way her body was betraying her yet again. "How fucking easy is she?" Bella chuckled under her breath, standing patiently and waiting her turn as Trina took Martha right up to the point of release for a second time. "OK... OK... that's enough Trina... I'll take it from here... good job... now you know what to do," Bella gleamed, patting her young Cuban slave on the head for a chore well done before shooing her away. Several moments after Trina's eager oral embrace was removed from her cunt, Martha continued to languish there on her hands and knees, her mind and body in utter shambles as she mourned the loss of her second orgasm, taken away just as she was about to succumb to it. Sensing, in her self imposed darkness, that Bella was on the verge pouncing, Martha trembled like a druggie experiencing DT's, waiting for something to happen. Finally, Martha felt Bella's meaty fingers collide with her swollen vagina and as she grinded her head side to side on the mat, she just knew Bella's mouth would soon take the same space Trina's had just left. Working her hips back and forth against Bella's swirling digits, Martha swallowed hard wondering just how many other women had met a similar fate at Medford Prison. "I know she's gonna do more than just play with me," Martha assumed, just knowing Bella had more in store than some simple, innocent petting. Still, minute after minute passed and all Martha could do was work her ass backwards against Bella's now greasy hand. Hearing Bella finally pull her pants down all the way and step out of them, Martha tensed with dreadful anticipation. Unable to contain her curiosity, Martha shifted her knees slightly to get a clearer look at what was going on above. What she saw stopped her heart cold and would haunt her until her last dying breath. "That's a... That's a... COCK," Martha's brain mumbled, her tongue feeling like a balled up sock in her mouth as she watched the throbbing shaft of flesh dance from Bella's groin. "It ain't... it can't... it just can't be real... it's a dildo... it's a dildo... or something," her rational mind tried explaining, but couldn't. "It's real... OH GOD... IT'S REAL," Martha was forced to accept as the rigid appendage twitched and jerked in Bella's caressing hand. "And she's got it right on top of me!" "Oh... Good... you've seen it Martha," Bella gleamed, noting the way the bent over woman's body froze when she peeked between her parted legs. "Didn't expect that... did you?" Bella continued to taunt as she guided her girth up and down the crack of Martha's ass, just to let her know it was alive. * * * * * The very 'thing' that was alive and slithering through the crevice of Martha's ass had been both a blessing and a curse for Bella Siminou. Born and raised on the outskirts of New Orleans, she and her family had obviously suffered through a difficult ordeal coming to grips with her sexual abnormality. By the time Bella was confronted with the horrors and ridicule of school, she knew finishing her education would most likely be impossible. Dropping out in the 8th grade, Bella gradually drifted away from home as well and by the time she was in her mid teens, she had found her way to the seedy and nonjudgmental streets of The Big Easy where her oddity didn't seem so glaring compared to the never ending stream of kinks and fetishes flourishing there. Making a living anyway she could, Bella learned to hustle; running drugs, pick pocketing and prostitution. In a roundabout way, it was the selling of her 'gift' that landed her at Medford. Having developed quite a reputation in the New Orleans underground, Bella had carved out quite a niche for herself with a steady stream of men wanting an anonymous walk on the wild side. And she would have probably still been earning a living doing just that if it hadn't been for a chance encounter with one of the members of the Louisiana state Legislature. Always keen on maintaining discretion, especially with the higher profile customers she had as her reputation grew, Bella had gone about her job with that particular gentleman when he suddenly threatened to stiff her on the fee. Recognizing the man, Bella in turn threatened to 'out' him which led to a brief argument and the man leaving without compensating for her services. Bella's threats must have hit home with the gentleman because several days later two pounds of uncut cocaine was planted in Bella's apartment by one of the politician's 'problem solvers', for the police to find. Once Bella was tried and convicted, there was great debate as to where to put her. Wanting to get her as far away from Louisiana as he could, the Legislator pulled a few more strings and had Bella shipped across the country to Medford to serve her 15 year sentence. From the moment Bella stepped foot inside the women's prison however, she assumed her natural role as Alpha Female. * * * * * And nothing made Bella feel more in charge than rubbing her cock up and down the entrance of another woman's pussy, just like she was doing to Martha. Even though she had long lost count of how many women she had taken during her 5 plus years behind bars, the newness of a fresh conquest never lost it's intoxicating pull. Gripping her appendage by it's veiny base, Bella knelt down to one knee and swiped it deeper into Martha's crotch until the spongy head had disappeared into the murky warmth. "Bet when you got in here... you probably wondered what would happen the first time another woman tried making the moves on you... didn't you Martha?" Bella taunted as she pressed forward. "Never thought it would be like this... DID YOU?" The surreal certainty of it all too much to bare, all Martha could do was dig her head into the mat and hold on for dear life as Bella's dick burrowed straight through her cunt. Exotic shades of every color exploding behind her clenched eyelids, Martha screamed out loud as her body started to shake and quiver under Bella's relentless assault. "Tell me Bitch," the woman on top snarled, " I bet your Husband probably never even fucked you this good did he... Hell... I bet he probably never even touched you at all... did he?" Snickering at the way Martha's entire ass-end buckled under the feverish rhythm, Bella cupped each of her palms over Martha's hips and pressed her thumbs into the kneeling woman's flared anus, submerging each to the knuckle. Plowing Martha doggy-style for the better part of 10 minutes, Bella gradually increased the velocity of her forward thrusts until her chest was pressing directly down on Martha's lurching back. Fighting to keep her balance as Bella's cock ripped at her pussy the same time her thumbs penetrated her ass, Martha felt a sickened wave of perversity wash through her body when Bella's breasts began bouncing against her shoulders. Grinding her thrusts to a halt when she felt her cock was snugly buried all the way inside of Martha, Bella leaned to her left and reclined down on the mat beside her prey, keeping her prick wedged deeply inside of Martha as she turned the stunned woman on her side. "... What... what are you doing... now?" Martha softly mumbled. "Why don't you just look down," Bella replied, before kissing Martha on the ear and neck. "Just wanted to give you a nice, comfortable view of this thing sliding in and out of you... just look down and watch it." Wedging her right hand between Martha's thighs, Bella forced the older woman's right leg high into the air as she continued pillaging her from behind. "That cunt's like butter," Bella cracked, watching with great joy the way Martha's vaginal juices saturated her cock each time she plunged it in and out. Gradually increasing the power of her thrusts once she was comfortable on the floor, Bella slid her right hand down the V of Martha's crotch until she was able to use her fingers to fiddle with Martha's clit. Keeping her left hand on the back of Martha's head to hold her steady as she built up steam, Bella leaned in and cruelly bit at the trembling woman's earlobe and neck. "AAHHH... AAHHH... UUMMMM... GGGEEZZZ... AAHHHHH," Martha incoherently shivered, her voice cracking as her raised leg flailed uncontrollably through the air. "She's gonna make you cum... just like Trina did... she's gonna make you cum... only this time... she's using a dick to do it," Martha bitterly told herself, every bit of pride and decorum she had accumulated during her first 54 years of life now laying in tatters on the gymnasium floor as Bella prepared to bust a nut inside of her. "UUURRGGHHH... AAAHHH," Martha could hear Bella groan as the grip she had on her crotch and head tightened. "She's about to cum too," Martha inherently knew from the way Bella's penis began to pulse inside her cunt. And that she did. In a furious and blinding rush, Martha's body stiffened in Bella's bearhug as the domineering freak of nature emptied her lust deep into Martha's gaping womb. "OH... DEAR... GOD," Martha cried out loud as the sound of their two bodies crashing together echoed like rifle-fire through the gym. "OH... FUCK YES... OOOHHHHHH... FUCK YES, " Bella seethed, groaning like an animal in heat as she sent a blistering torrent of semen into Martha's pussy. "YEAH... YEEAAAHHHH," Bella continued, reaching down to grasp the base of her virile stalk so she could use it like a stirrer to paste her milky seed into every nook and cranny of Martha's overflowing cunt. "Good... go ahead and cum... YEAH... CUM HARD ON MY COCK," Bella grinned, feeling Martha's tear-soaked face press against her left bicep as she released for a second time. Stealing a quick glance over her other shoulder to see that the next part of her plan was ready to go, Bella smiled and slowly eased her dick from Martha's gooey depths. * * * * * Preoccupied with her own plight and dealing with Bella's relentless advances, Martha had completely lost track of Trina. The fact that Bella's 20 year old imp had stolen away from the gymnasium had gone undetected for nearly 15 minutes. It wasn't until Bella had filled her womb with a reservoir or boiling cum and rolled over to catch her breath that Martha realized Trina had been sent away on an errand for her Master. "OH... NO," Martha's voice crumbled. Her head still spinning from the ruthless pounding Bella had just given her, Martha's glazed eyes filled with agony and shame when she tilted her gaze towards the gym's main entrance. Standing in the doorway, quietly looking on, were easily 100 faces of fellow inmates and assorted prison personnel. Realizing it was all part of Bella's plan from the way she chuckled to her right, Martha felt as if she had been mortally wounded when the image of Karen's face came into focus, as she stood there horrified in front of the assembled throng of curious spectators. "OH... GOD... I... AM... SO... SORRY," Martha could read her cellmate's whispering lips as Trina quietly led Karen over to where she and Bella were laying side by side. Several of the more experienced inmates, knowing the ritual well, watched with hearts in their throat as Karen was forced to kneel on the floor in front of Bella and Martha. Paralyzed as she looked on from less than a foot away, Martha's face seemed to crack when she watched Trina literally feed Bella's half limp into Karen's mouth. Smiling happily as she allowed Trina and Karen to do as they had been trained, Bella body jerked and her hips lurched off the mat when Karen's lips and tongue began the process of swabbing down her greasy and spent jock. "AAHH... YEAH... that's it," Bella groaned, casually shifting her gaze down to Karen below, then over to Martha's ghostly face before casting a brooding and pleased smile to the assembled group of onlookers at the door, many of whom had met a similar fate upon their arrival at Medford. Grabbing Karen by the back of her head to get her attention, Bella nodded to her left as if to say "My cock's clean now... good job... now go and clean your friend up." A rolling gasp echoed through the gym as Karen tentatively pulled her mouth away from Bella's groin and crawled a few feet to the right where Martha was waiting. Seated next to Martha, Trina reached over with her small, almost childlike, hand and placed her fingers on the crevice of Martha's reddened and swollen sex. Holding the rubbery and soiled vaginal folds apart to create an troth for Karen's mouth, Trina watched with everyone else in the room as Karen's face slowly disappeared between Martha's thighs... THE END Thanks for reading.