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Gillian's Descent

By: TheDarkCloud



The two police officers watched as the short black prostitute leaned into the passenger side window and seconds later withdrew with a handful of cash and prepared to get in the car.

Sergeant Gillian Anderson ordered Joe Dupree to pull up and bust her. He would rather have just let it go, so would most of the guys, after all what harm was she doing? But not Sergeant Anderson, that hard ass bitch was so ambitious she'd book anyone to up her arrest record. Especially if they were black and especially Jazz.

Jackie "Jazz" Moore saw the cops pull up just as she was getting in the car.

"Oh fuck."

She exclaimed, when she saw that it was that young redheaded bitch booking her again she spat on the pavement and called her all the names she could think of under her breath.

"Got something to say Jazz?"

Asked Gillian mockingly as she handcuffed the whore and forced her into the cop car.

"Bitch, this is harassment , must be three times you busted me this month"

Spat out Jazz as she slid into the backseat, her micro-mini skirt riding up and giving the police officer a clear view of her shaven pussy. She couldn't help but stare at it.

"Like what you seeing Red? You can lick it for a ten."

"I don't think so, you really should reinvest some of your 'earnings' in panties Jazz."

Jazz just shut up and fumed in the back as she was driven to the station , dreaming of having that stuck up red headed bitch on her knees begging to service her. Oh for that chance, thought Jazz. Gillian meanwhile, smirked, she hated women like Jazz, especially as she was black, Gillian had a real dislike of other races.

Gillian was extremely attractive. A curvy, sexy, 28 year old redhead with the prefect figure for her frame - big bouncing breasts that started arguments as to whether they were real or fake and a nice, curvy ass that all her fellow officers loved to see walking past. Facially she was almost beautiful, with clear blue eyes and very bright, shoulder length, red hair that she normally kept tied up on her head under her cap. Obviously, in her police uniform the effect on men was dynamite .Nearly all her colleagues had tried it on at one stage or another but she had rejected them all, leading it being spread around the station that she was in fact a lesbian. She wasn't, she was just so focused on her job that she left no time or energy for having someone in her life. 

She had joined the force nearly a decade earlier and had steadily gained the respect , if not the admiration of her colleagues - she wasn't real likeable. She just liked busting people, she liked the power it gave her over people. She was going places, she was young, ambitious and willing to do whatever it took to get to the top.......

SEVEN YEARS LATER

It had been a long hard haul but finally Gillian had made it to the rank of Commander, there were only two men with more power in the force in the city than her. In fact she had just recently been co-opted on the narcotics board as a ‘Drug Czar' for the city. Her ascent to such a lofty position had not been without casualties. She had taken every shortcut she could, trodden on every hand on her way up the ladder, even gone to the lengths of ensuring convictions with less than honest means, such as planting evidence and outright lying. As could be imagined she had created her share of enemies and people that would like to see her fail on the way, but as yet she had remained bullet-proof in her career and had the reputation of always coming up smelling of roses.

It was a Monday morning that the nightmare started. Gillian was opening some mail on her desk and contemplating all the tasks she had to get done at work that week, not actual police work but things that would advance her career that bit further, she really was that single-minded. Ripping through the letters at a quick pace with her silver letter opener and just as quickly binning anything that didn't look like it would aid her career, she came to a sudden stop as the next thing in line was a jiffy bag marked "PRIVATE & CONFIDENTAIL: ONLY TO BE OPENED BY COMMANDER ANDERSON". It had few markings to distinguish it (indeed when she checked afterwards it hadn't been posted, there were no postmarks, nothing) and looked like someone had just taken a parcel along and dumped it straight into her in-tray. But why?

Her curiosity was peaked by the parcel, she rarely got ones and she tore the package open with her strong fingers to find a video tape drop out. It was unmarked and there was no letter or note with it. She got a slightly bad feeling about it and looked at it as if it were a hand grenade before shaking her head, it must be someone with anonymous evidence for her to watch. Still that was hardly normal. 

Instinctively she closed the door to her plush office and put the tape into her player and watched as the big screen came to life. The screen was fuzzy to begin with and the white noise quickly annoyed Gillian until she turned the volume right down. As she headed back to her desk, rapidly thinking this was a waste of time, the screen suddenly focussed and voices could be heard.

The scary thing was that as soon as she heard her voice and the voice of her lover in police training college, Pete Davis, she remembered the moment with almost perfect clarity. As she watched the events unfold on the screen she recalled what was about to happen before it did, and as each minute passed her hand inched up to cover her mouth in dismay and her mind began racing through the possible reasons behind this.

Put simply Gillian had fallen head over heels for Pete. She was nineteen and her career hadn't become the all encompassing thing it was to quickly become. Pete had been a couple of years older and was daring and exciting and everything the young Gillian had not been exposed to during her life. It was so new for her, so exciting, and the sex had been mind-blowing and amazing for her. Pete had been a wrong one from the first and was never destined to make the police grade and he didn't, getting kicked out of the training college after six months or so for a whole catalogue of reasons. His leaving had forced Gillian to focus on her career but now watching him onscreen she remembered the few months they had dated.

He had been wild and crazy and just so filled with an animal magnetism that Gillian had never encountered before or since and she had been putty in his hands (especially to begin with) and that tape had been taken just days after they had first hooked up. She had never known that he had taped this, or any of their other times together, though looking back at some of the kinky stuff he got up to she wasn't surprised.

On the screen she watched herself (seeing how recognisable she was as herself she cursed but also had a faint flush of pride at how well she had kept her teenage looks and figure, her recognisable red hair another guaranteed give-away) dressed in just black bra , panties, stockings and suspenders, her pale skin showing against the dark fabric, move across a room, coming closer to the hidden camera and the figure of Pete, shown from behind on his bed. The microphone on the camera picked up perfectly Pete's demanding voice barking out.

"Come on Cadet Anderson, I want to see that sexy body of yours, strip for me, you sexy Bitch!"

Sitting in her office all these years later Gillian cringed at the words but cringed even further as she watched her past self smile, give a mock salute, and obey his order completely. What had she been thinking? Actually right then she knew what she had been thinking: what a big cock Pete had and how desperate she had been to get it inside her. Looking back she hated what she had been.

Onscreen Gillian started to strip off her black underwear to increasingly crude and suggestive comments from the man on the bed. Her bra came off to reveal her pert, firm breasts her nipples stiff with excitement. Her knickers slid off to reveal her well kept teenage snatch, a thin strip of ginger coloured pubic hair just about visible (Damn! Where had he got such a good camera?). Keeping her stockings on she sunk to hands and knees on the bed and crawled slinkily towards the camera, licking her lips in anticipation. For a moment she thought that at least her embarrassment might be somewhat mitigated as she got so close that despite the obvious sounds of her wet lips meeting his hard cock the camera angle meant little was actually visible. Then Pete turned to his side and dragged the sucking Gillian with him and it was clear she was sucking his cock down nice and deep. She blushed in her office watching what a wanton slut she was but knew in her heart it was only going to get worse. She wanted to stop the video and throw it away but she was rooted to the floor and just stood watching the drooling blow job continue on her screen.

On screen she took that cock for a couple more minutes before Pete flipped her over dominantly and spread her legs wide open at the perfect angle to see her sopping wet slit between her legs. He fingered her for a few seconds then had her lick her own juices from his hand. Then the worst thing, and she remembered doing it like it was only yesterday. Pete took out a small bag of white powder.

"Lifted it from the evidence tank at the station."

He announced. Gillian just lay there waiting for him. He emptied a line of it between her breasts and took out a rolled up banknote and sniffed it up from the soft crevice between her tits. Then he handed her the bag and she giggled as she sprinkled a line along the length of his hard dick and used the same note to sniff the powder up her nose before taking his cock deep in her mouth and licking and sucking the residue from his skin. The next twenty minutes of the tape consisted of the two of them fucking like rabbits and finally him spraying his load all over her face. She felt like such a slut watching it all these years later.

The screen suddenly faded to black and a message sprung up in big white letters.

"IF YOU DON'T WANT THIS TAPE FALLING INTO THE ‘WRONG' HANDS BE AT THE PUBLIC TELEPHONE BOX AT THE CORNER OF 4TH AND 12TH ST TONIGHT AT 10PM. YOU BETTER BE ALONE. OH, AND DIG OUT YOUR OLD UNIFORM, I KINDA LIKED YOU IN THAT." 

It had to be blackmail! Someone must have found the tape (Pete had tragically died five years previously she knew), recognised her and decided to use it and her new position to get some easy cash or have her look the other way. The thing was, even as Gillian re-examined the envelope and tape for any signs or clues she knew that she would pay whatever the blackmailer wanted. She had worked too hard and too long to achieve what she had achieved and she knew that she had made enough enemies on the way up that if this was to ever become public then she would be finished in the force. Oh maybe at first she would just be demoted but she had made some pretty powerful enemies that would see to it she was ousted before too long. She couldn't have all that she had fought and lied and scratched for taken away from her. Not now she was so close!

So it was that that after a day of soul searching and debating with herself and her conscience that she finally made her mind up that she had to do it. She did indeed dig out her old beat Sergeant's outfit and it still fit her - just! Her tits were a bit bigger now and strained at the buttons of the dark blue top. She was tempted to take her pistol with her but decided not to risk it, she only wished that there was someone in the station she could trust, but she had chosen her path and how to travel it and that had precluded any friends. Besides from the way the tape had arrived and the tone of the note she was sure this was someone from the station at the bottom of this. She swore if she ever found out who it was she would destroy them.

*

It was cold and dark and the wind whistled down the street as Gillian pulled up across from the phone box. She sat behind the wheel and scanned the surrounding area carefully. Past the phone box was a bunch of trees and that led into a small park. She could see a bum limping along past the phone and sure no-one was waiting to jump her she stepped from the car. She was nervous, she had no back up, no-one knew where she was or what she was doing, this could all be a terrible mistake. As she slammed the door on her Cadillac the phone started to ring and she hurried across the road, but just as she lifted the receiver the other end went dead.

"Damn!" she swore.

Then the phone rang shrilly back to life and when she answered it a badly distorted voice commanded her from the other end.

"Well done Bitch, it's good to see you've obeyed me."

"Who the hell are you? When I find you I'll..." 

She interrupted angrily.

"SHUT UP! If you interrupt me again then I'll hang up and post copies of this tape to every newspaper in the city, remember that!"

She collected herself somewhat and gathered her thoughts, she knew she needed to be professional about this and keep alert, try to get some sort of a clue as to who this was.

"OK, I'm sorry! You're the boss. What do you want? Money?"

"Ha Ha! You wish it would be so easy, don't you? It wouldn't be the first time you have bought your way out of problems would it? Oh no, I know all about you Commander. But before I tell you what I want I want you to do something for me, a token of your appreciation of the situation that you are in, to show that you'll do just what I ask to get my silence."

"Ok, whatever."

"Good, that's the attitude, I'm sure we can do this amicably enough. Right, I want you to unbutton that police shirt you've got on, do each button real slow and once they are all open I want you to pull off the shirt and stick it in that garbage pail to your right."

"What! You're kidding, you're mad."

"If you haven't started unbuttoning in ten seconds, I'm hanging up and the tape is posted tonight. And remember, I'm watching. Ten...Nine."

She had figured he must be watching her and something in the way he spoke told her he was not joking. As his voice spoke the word ‘three' she reached her hand up and undid the top button of her tunic.

Once the first button was done the others seemed to follow in rapid order until the shirt flapped around her loosely. She had expected the voice at the other end of the phone to make some sort of comment but it was silent, so much so that she paused wondering whether he had gone. When he spoke again it was harsh and loud in her ear.

"Off with it and straight in the bin. You need to start realising that I'm calling the shots here."

Cursing under her breath she pulled the dark blue shirt off and rolled it up and rammed it into the nearby bin. Only as she turned back to the phone box did she start to really feel exposed and uncomfortable about standing out here like this with just her bra on her top half. He remained silent but she could just hear his breathing at the other end to know he was till there. He finally spoke after thirty seconds.

"Uncomfortable Commander?"

"Yes. Happy now?"

"Hmm. Yes, but don't think that your through, not by a long shot. What I want you to do now is to leave your mobile phone on top of the phone box – don't worry, you'll get it back later on, but I don't want you trying any tricks. Get into your car and drive to the phone box down the road and in front of the video store."

"What? Like this? I can't ....."

"You can and you'd better, the phone will ring in five minutes, if you don't answer then you know what I'll do."

With that the phone clicked dead. She crossed her arms across her cold chest and walked back to her car. She was stunned, in shock. This wasn't her, she was always in control not being told what to do. Just the fact someone was bossing her around was almost as bad as what they threatened to do with the video. Then as she entered her car and started it she realised how dangerous this actually was. Her mobile phone was atop the box as instructed and she had no top to wear, just her bra. Why had he made her strip? Just to establish her compliance? Or was there something more sinister in his motives?

Gillian drove to the next phone box in a daze of confusion but as she stepped out into the cold night once again and noticed the amused stares of customers in the video store at her state of undress , she quickly sharpened up and answered the phone that started to ring.

"Well done Commander, you made it. And now that I'm sure you've not been stupid enough to try and do something to evade this or catch me I can tell you what you will have to do to get that tape back."

"How can I trust you?" 

"Simply you can't. But you can trust that If you don't do what I say that I will forward it to the press as soon as I can. Believe me, I hate you enough to do that!"

Gillian didn't reply, she just stood there, shivering and waiting for what the bastard wanted, not really wanting to hear it but knowing that it would at least bring this to an end.

"it's easy really. I've got this rich friend who has admired you for some time. Said he likes redheads with power. Well he's paying me to arrange for you two to spend the night together, if you know what I mean."

"No way you freak, I'm not a whore."

"Well tonight you'd better be or else you know what happens. Besides I thought a frigid bitch like you might need a good fucking. Don't worry he's a good looking guy. Anyway it's up to you, be outside room 306 of the Alliance Hotel in fifteen minutes if you are prepared to go through with it, your man's name is Jose, do what he says and this tape is yours, the choice is yours."

Again he hung up with no warning, leaving Gillian considering her options in the phone box. By now a small crowd of teenagers had gathered outside the shop to stare at her and as she pushed out of the glass door they made all sorts of comments. She shot them a venomous look and stormed back to her car. But once in she froze, what could she do? She felt so impotent and powerless. She thumped the steering wheel in frustration and turned the key to start it. Although she hadn't made her mind up if she could go through with it, subconsciously she was already heading in the direction of the hotel..... 

Things were as bad as she had thought they would be trying to gain entry to the hotel wearing only a bra to cover her top. She had to spin the same embarrassing story to the big, gruff doorman (who seemed very amused) and the snooty female receptionist, that she was staying with the man in room 306 and her top had been stolen, could she go and get inside and get re-dressed. She was convincing but it still took a call up to the room in question for her to get the Okay to head upstairs in the quiet hotel. For such an expensive Hotel there really was no one going about and for that Gillian was thankful, no one to see her in that state of embarrassment and no one that might recognise her. She took the stairs up, not wanting to risk the lift and minutes later, stood, her heart thundering in her chest, ready to knock at the door.

She knew this was it. She could still turn back but once this door was opened she couldn't. She thought about her career, what she had done to reach where she was and it was easy really. One night's suffering and humiliation for her to preserve her career was going to be worth it for her, she reasoned. Then when the dust had settled she would have her revenge, find out who this was in the room and who was arranging the blackmail and make their lives hell! But for now she took a deep breath and all the confidence she could muster she rapped on the big wooden door with gold plated numbering.

He kept her waiting for what seemed like ages, making Gillian feel more uncomfortable standing like that in the corridor. She heard the elevator door ‘ping' around the corner and willed the door to open. She heard voices and couldn't tell if they were leading away or coming towards her. Then the door in front of her opened. The man filled the door frame and was so far forward in the room that Gillian was not able to step forward into it and reduce her embarrassment. 


Gillian's Descent Ch. 02



Police Commander Gillian Anderson felt the shiver run up her spine and turned to her right to once again look at the behemoth of a man sat beside her on the opulent leather back seat of the limousine and once again wondered what the hell she was doing here.

She was en route to whoring out her body once again. The first time had been just last night.

Blackmailed into humiliating herself by an invisible force she had spent a reluctant night as the sex puppet of a man only the night before and had received the crushing news that it had been captured on film and that he was a drug trafficker whose gang had landed a huge haul that same night. The blackmail had just continued from there as the voice on the phone informed her that to stop that footage becoming public and police knowledge she would have to subject herself to a days work in a brothel. It had all happened so fast, she kept thinking that if she only had time to make decisions then she would figure a way out of this with her career (her pride and joy) still intact. But she was given no time and it was only as the offer had been made to her that the limo had pulled up and the huge black man exited the back door to usher the sexy red haired policewoman in beside him. She could have resisted, she could have refused instead conscious of her job and position and in a daze she fell into the deep seat and within seconds the car had moved off.

Beside her, as the car glided through the traffic to the less salubrious area of town, sat Big Duke, a well known pimp around the city. He knew who the Commander was and saw the nasty irony in what she would be spending the rest of the day doing. After all hadn't it been Commander Anderson who had preached and practised the harsh crackdown on working girls in the city, her deep rooted racism very nearly showing on a few occasions. Still despite that he was uneasy at her presence here and what he was being told to do with her. It had taken the man orchestrating this a lot of persuasion for Duke to agree to it and he was getting a lot of payment for this - not in cash either!

Damn! She was a fine piece of ass, policewoman or not. The Johns set up for her today were in for a real treat. It was just a pity they were not regular customers, the blackmailer had set it all up to his design and Duke was in no position to argue with him.

An uneasy silence existed in that back seat as the scared and desperate policewoman sat there, right next to the big, fat, black pimp, the blacked out windows hiding their route.

The car imperceptibly slid to a halt and the driver came round to pen the door and Duke showed his guest out of the car and into the cheap and tacky fire exit door at the back of the brothel.

The interior of the building was no less seedy and Duke noticed that Gillian was screwing her nose up at the curled wallpaper and seemingly abandoned black bin bags that lined the corridor. An unpleasant smell pervaded the tight corridor.

"Don't you worry too much bitch, this is jus' the back entrance, we don't let the punters see this. It's jus' a quick escape when the cops try to visit us (at that he flashed her a smile filled with golden fillings). You're getting much better surroundings for your work."

Gillian said nothing but just followed the big man obediently up a dark staircase that opened up onto a pair of red swing doors that when they stepped through revealed a reception area. Compared to the décor so far, this was luxurious. The effect was somewhat ruined by the surly looking Italian-American brunette behind the desk with a sneer across her face and a half smoked cigarette hanging from her fingers. She cast a disparaging look at the frightened looking red head with Duke and shook her head, thinking 'one born every minute', and returned to her newspaper as the big man led the newcomer past the reception desk and into the hallway beyond.

It was a long corridor and each of the doors was especially left wide open so Gillian could see the occupants as she walked past. In each of the rooms was a woman, most in their twenties, some in their thirties, all were dressed ( or undressed) in lingerie of all shapes and colours. Each returned Gillian's stare dolefully, to them (who knew nothing of who this new recruit was) she was just another competitor, another whore. At the end of the corridor Duke pushed open the last door and showed Gillian into the room. It was sparsely furnished, just a double bed and a mirror and a wardrobe. She was immediately conscious of the state of the art camera in the corner of the room. Duke just smiled at her.

"We save this room for 'specials', today you're getting to use it, you should feel honoured."

Gillian just snorted and surveyed the depressing room.

"So what do I have to do?"

There was a resignation and acceptance to her fate that had not been in her voice even this morning in the back of the car.

"You can start by getting into those."

He pointed at some underwear on top of the bed. Gillian looked with distaste at them then picked them up in her hands. All they were was a cheap pair of lacy, black panties and a matching bra. She held them up and looked at her escort, expecting him to leave her alone to undress.

"No can do bitch. My instructions are clear. You strip off those clothes and get into those panties, then I take your suit and you can make yourself comfortable for your first customer. So get stripping!"

She sighed and considered rebelling but she was just so beat down mentally and had already decided she would do whatever it took to build her career so imagine the depths she would subject herself to to preserve that hard fought for career. Trying to maintain some semblance of dignity was near impossible so she just stripped off the power suit jacket, her matching trousers, her white silk blouse and finally her very expensive lingerie. She felt the big black guys gaze upon her naked body and hurried to get her new clothing on. By design the panties and bra were a size too small and the fabric of the panties disappeared in her ass crack and her bounteous breasts very nearly overflowed from the cups of the trashy bra. If the idea was to make her feel even worse about herself it worked. She sat down on the bed as the big man took her expensive clothes and felt like a frightened child. She wanted to know who was doing this to her and why and what lengths they would go to to humiliate her.

"What do I have to do?"

"Easy sugar, the 'clients' pay a tribute to Carla at reception, after that they deal direct with you. You ask what they wanna do, oral is $30, in yo' pussy is $50 and in yo' ass is $70."

Anything else is usually $100 an' up to the girls discretion whether they want to do it or not – I been told you ain't getting that choice. Whatever they wanna do, you make sure they're happy."

Gillian's stomach literally turned as he spoke the prices. It made it all seem so real. $30 to suck some strangers cock! She gave bigger tips at restaurants. Duke saw the sour look on her face and smiled at her, enjoying her discomfort.

"No arguments, that's what the man wants, and what he wants you and me do, understand? Now you'd better get ready, first customer'll be along in ten minutes or so."

He left and closed and locked the door behind him, leaving the Police Commander sat on the bed in just her skimpys to contemplate the day to come. What a depressing room it was, as the minutes ground past she forced herself to her feet and examined her surroundings closer, opening the wardrobe and recoiling away at the collection of sex toys held within. Further along the corridor in a closed room, Duke entered and handed the clothes to the man sat before the surveillance cameras, the man who was arranging all this.

"I see she seems to be taking this all in her stride."

"Yeah well, the sooner this is done with the better. I get the feeling the bitch is going to come after me like hell when this is all over."

"Hey don't worry about it, I've got it covered she's not going to be going after anyone much after we're done with her. By the way that looks like her first punter in your reception."

The pimp turned to the bank of cameras that the man was watching and watched the scene taking place in his reception area.

"Oh you gotta be jokin'!"

"Nah, afraid not, he's got the cash you just go and guide him down to the Commander, he knows what to do."

There, stood in the reception area was Harry Ramp, a career hobo, a vagrant from the cities slums. He was clad in his usual outfit of long, patched up tweed coat and battered hat and was pointing at the receptionist with his fingerless gloved hands. Carla for her part was not about let someone like this in, whether he could pay or not. Duke smoothed it all over though, telling her that it was OK and to let him take care of it. As soon as they departed along the corridor Carla had to get out the air freshener to try and get rid of the foul stink of piss and sick that seemed to have arrived with him. Duke ignored the smell and led him quickly along the corridor to Gillian's room, unlocked it and left the two of them together.

At first, when he entered. Gillian only really registered him as the first client she would have to deal with, it was only after a few moments that she fully realised what he was. Damn! Whoever was arranging all this really must have hated her! 

"Here's thirty dollars Missy! I want a good, long blow job!"

It was more money than he had held in nearly ten years but he was getting ten times that if he did this as he had been told, and Harry might have been a tramp but he wasn't dumb.

It would probably be the nearest the hobo got to washing his dick all year but that mattered not to Harry or the watchers in the CCTV room as Gillian obediently slid off the bed and shuffled over in front of the man. She had been broken, tamed and could see now way out other than to do as she was instructed. They had kept her off balance all the way since this nightmare began and despite being a smart, powerful woman (who had made it all the way to Police Commander) she could not react quickly enough and smartly enough to think of any way out.

Harry thrust the crumpled thirty dollars into her hands and quickly undid the bit of string around his scraggly trousers and out flopped a semi hard cock buried in a bush of unkempt, musky, matted black pubic hair. At that sight Gillian baulked, she couldn't do it. No way. But despite that why was her mouth open? Why were her eyes screwed shut and her jaw set in acceptance? Harry didn't wait to find out before jamming his pelvis forward and sticking his stiffening cock into her mouth and just to make sure he fastened his hands onto the top of her head to keep her in place.

"My god! She's fucking doing it!" exploded Duke who was sure she would have backed out, "you must have some serious shit on that bitch!"

In the room, and on her knees, Gillian was very close to gagging and being sick. The smell and taste were vile and sour but more than that it was the effect of doing this on her mind that was affecting her so much. After all she had done to get to the position of power she held she was now reduced to sucking a filthy tramps cock for $30 to keep all of that. About the only thing going for her was that Harry was really just doing this to get the extra cash so he could go out and buy a heap of beer and spirits. He had lost his sex drive a long time ago and this was nothing to him, he really just wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible and get out of here.

He came swiftly, the effect on his little used for this purpose cock, too much for him but it was too quick for Gillian too and she was barely prepared when her mouth was filled with his watery, sour tasting cum. She coughed and gagged and spat some on the floor but couldn't prevent a load slipping down her gullet. By the time she had cleared her throat and recovered enough the tramp had left the room and she was alone on her knees contemplating what she had just done. The door swung open and Duke entered the room, the big black mans frame engulfing much of the light in the room. Gillian looked up and shot him a glance of pure unadulterated hatred.

"You ready for your next customer bitch?" he casually enquired.

"Bastard!"

Duke smiled at her response, glad she still had a bit of fight or pride.

"Yeah, and then some baby! However, I got good news and bad news for you. Good news is no more blowin' tramps I think someone was just getting their jollies from that! Bad news is you just called your next customer a 'bastard'. That's right it's me, an' I got $150 dollars here that is going to buy me a piece of all yo' holes ho'!"

At that news Gillian's heart sank again, she did not like men in general and had an unnatural dislike for other races and the thought of letting this huge black man fuck her was horrific to her.

"C'mon get those big titties of yours out again and that sweet pussy and here, use this wipe to get rid of the tramps dregs, don't want any of that shit on me!"

Reluctantly Gillian unclipped her bra and revealed her big breasts to Duke and he licked his lips hungrily than she slid her hands into her panties and slid them down her thighs and off so she stood naked before the big man. She could barely look the man in his eyes. For his part he took out his wallet, took three ten dollar notes and pushed them in the redheads mouth contemptuously, then he took five more and pushed them into the folds of Gillian's pussy and another eight and shoved them into her ass.

"Better take that look off your face bitch, you're a whore today and as such you do whatever the customer wants and pretend to like it. Now stash that cash bitch, 'cos you're about to earn it. You can start by getting my cock nice and sloppy for sticking in yo' ass. "

He stripped off his jacket and shirt and undid his trousers to unleash his big black cock (and it was big, seven inches and still not fully hard as he took it in hand and gave it a loving stroke as he watched the policewoman remove the notes from her body and slam them down in the drawer by the bedside). As she turned he had stepped up and she found her lips already touching his dick and as was becoming second nature for her she opened them to allow it access, the contrast of his deeply black cock against her creamy white cheeks quite brilliant. And unlike Harry the vagrant, Duke knew exactly how to treat a whore with his cock in her mouth.

Gillian just knelt on the stained carpet submissively, her mouth open and lips clamped onto the member inside her as the big brothel owner fucked her face with abandon. The smell and the sight of the big bastard offended her sensibilities but there was nothing she could do as he thrust his huge cock deeper and deeper in her mouth with more and more force and got the desired gagging, saliva covered reaction from her. He pounded her face relentlessly, plunging his long, thick cock into her throat almost and when he withdrew his cock slapped it mockingly against Gillian's cheeks, covering her face in spit and cum.

She gasped to try and get her breath back, unaccustomed to the physical workout her mouth and face had taken in such a short time. But she got little chance for respite as Duke grabbed her hair and hauled her onto the bed, easily pried her legs apart and looking deep into her eyes as he eased his weight atop her and slid his sloppy cock into the tight folds of her pussy. She desperately wished he was wearing a condom but had no chance of suggesting it before he was deep inside her and she had never known a cock that big inside her. It filled her cunt and stretched it's walls and she just had time to horrifically consider that huge appendage in her ass when Duke trusted forward hard and began to fuck her.

Gillian felt like a piece of meat as she lay on her back and the big man lay on top of her grunting and thrusting his penis into her, at one point he even leaned his head in close and licked her face, it disgusted her. Compared to him she was tiny and when he had had his fill of her cunt he easily flipped her onto her face and used his shovel like dark hands to pull her fleshy ass cheeks apart and used two fingers to loosen her tight asshole before slipping the tip of his massive dick inside. Gillian bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan as he shoved forward and she felt her ass walls expand to accept his relentless forward progress before he mounted an unyielding rhythm of ass fucking the police commander. Damn, he was enjoying this, this bitch had been such a thorn in the side of all the vice perpetrators of the city for so long now and it felt good her being rendered so pathetically helpless. But Duke knew he was on a tight schedule here, others had their shot lined up with this special 'whore' and he pushed into her tight ass even harder and with a mighty groan he sprayed a thick load of cum deep within her bowels. He flopped on top of her back, leaving his shrinking dick in her ass and as it reduced in size she felt the hideous sensation of his cum running down the length of her shit hole and dripping out. She felt so degraded. Was her job and position worth submitting her body to this abuse? The answer was yes, she had gone this far and she was going to do whatever it took to protect herself.

After Duke came a succession of the pimps and drug pushers of the city that had been targeted so hard by Gillian Anderson on her relentless journey to the top. As the afternoon wore on she became more and more mentally and physically tired and began to think more like a prostitute than a powerful professional woman At one point she even counted up all the cash she had made that day, it was a depressing thought.

Finally, at six o'clock Duke re-entered the room. Gillian was sitting on the bed and her head was down in defeat awaiting her next customer and next degradation.

"Just one more to go whore, then I get you outta here for good. But this is a special one so I want you to lie face down on the bed."

Barely registering that this was to surely be the end of day from hell, Gillian sighed and unquestioningly rolled over so that her face was pressed into the worn white pillow at the head of the bed. She didn't flinch as Duke sat on the bed and grabbed her right wrist and fixed a handcuff to it before clicking the other end onto her other wrist. Deliberately, they were police issue cuffs that kept her wrists stiffly together and meant her arms were pretty much neutralised. Duke leaned in close to whisper to Gillian.

"Guess who your last customer of the day is bitch! It's only the guy who is setting all this up, the bastard that is blackmailing you into doing all this!"

This got Gillian's attention and she struggled and tried to turn her head to see the door she was desperate to identify who the fuck was behind this.

"Thought you'd be interested by that bit of news bitch, just a pity I gotta put this on you."

Duke produced a black rubber gimp mask and pulled it tightly down over Gillian's struggling face, successfully blocking all vision and sound and allowing her to breathe only through her nostrils. The door swung open and Duke turned to the man.

"She's all yours man, do what you wanna then get her the hell outta here before she finds out where here is!"

Gillian sobbed with frustration on the bed, the bastard doing all this was here just behind her yet she was helpless to do anything about. She kicked her feet into the bed in anger and twisted her arms at the futility of her situation. But she stopped dead when she felt a cold finger trace it's way down her exposed back. Instantly she knew it wasn't the black man that had put on the mask, that it belonged to another and therefore it was the bastard that was forcing her to endure this nightmare.




Gillian's Descent Ch. 02



The hand drew a line right down to her upturned bubble butt cheeks and as it lifted off them it struck down with great velocity to slap the palm onto that ass, the first of twenty relentless spanks the blackmailer delivered, each strike that it harder than the last. All at once he stopped and stood back, letting Gillian lie there and wonder what would happen next, trapped in her bondage and blindness. All at once she felt two hands under her, groping for her breasts, fingers capturing her nipples and squeezing them. She wriggled to escape the rip but it was a hopeless effort as he continued to torment and tease her.

It was easy for him to roll the handcuffed officer onto her back and spread her legs and kneel between them savouring and anticipating the moment. With his smooth, professional hands he spread her pussy and pressed first one, then a second finger deep up inside her, relishing each flinch Gillian made at his invasion. Those two fingers quickly multiplied to four and then his whole fist penetrated her, pushing up and into her tight pussy. She had never been fisted before and was bemused by what he was doing, aided by her inability to see or hear anything that was going on. After pumping his fist into her a number of times he withdrew it and contemptuously wiped his hand on Gillian's messed up red mane of hair. Then when he was ready again he dipped his rock hard cock inside her. He was a lot smaller than Duke that was for sure and certainly after the size of his fist it was almost a relief for Gillian but the thought that she was being violated by the man who was forcing her to whore herself to save her career almost made Gillian sick.

He fucked her for about ten minutes and finished by shooting his sperm into her pussy, wondering as he did so if fate could be fickle enough to make the bitch pregnant from her endeavours that day, before pulling out of her, leaving a note on the bed and exiting the room then the building.

Five minutes later Duke re-entered the room and freed Gillian and took off her rubber mask.

"Bastards! I'll get you all for this! I swear!"

"Yeah well, save your threats and read the note, seems like your day's not over just yet."

Gillian wrapped her arms around her knees and picked up the note to read with growing horror.

"WELL DONE COMMANDER. YOU HAVE PROVED TO BE AN EXCELLENT CALL GIRL AND NOW A WHORE ALL THAT REMAINS FOR YOU TO DO TO IS TO SPEND TONIGHT WALKING THE STREETS PROSTITUTING YOUR BODY. DUKE WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH YOUR 'OUTFIT' FOR THE NIGHT AND ONCE YOU HAVE EARNED $1000 ON THE STREET YOU WILL HAVE PAID OFF YOUR DEBT TO ALL THE PEOPLE YOU HAVE STEPPED ON AND OVER IN YOUR PURSUIT OF YOUR OWN ENDS.

DON'T THINK OF BACKING OUT COMMANDER, THOSE TAPES CAN STILL EASILY FIND THEIR WAY INTO YOUR SUPERIORS HANDS AND YOU CAN TRY EXPLAINING ALL THE DRUG DEALERS AND PIMPS YOU SEEM TO BE HAVING INTIMATE RELATIONSHIPS WITH.

BY THE WAY IF YOU NEED FURTHER INSPIRATION TO DO THIS FINAL TASK THEN HOW ABOUT THIS. I PROMISE THAT ONCE YOU ARE DONE WITH THIS TAK YOU WILL HAVE ME FACE TO FACE BEHIND BARS BY THE END OF THE NIGHT AND I WILL GIVE YOU THE TAPES BACK IN PERSON.

YOUR 'ESCORT' THAT WILL WATCH OVER YOU WILL BE HERE IN TWENTY MINUTES AND HE WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE SAFE ON THE STREETS JUST DO EXACTLY AS HE SAYS, THIS WILL SOON BE ALL OVER."

NEXT:  A Night Walking The Streets.



Gillian's Descent Ch. 03



Police Commander Gillian Anderson sat naked and feeling sorry for herself on the bed, she looked around the room that she had just spent the day whoring her sexual services in and contemplated what she was being asked (told really) to do that night to end this nightmare. To keep her career and her power and all that she had fought and bit and scratched to achieve she would have to spend a night walking the streets as a prostitute - her target to 'earn' $1000. The horrible realisation hit her then that she was going to do it, she would get this final degradation done and out of the way and then tomorrow she would start going after the bastards who had facilitated all this. Every fucking man and woman involved would be found and her retribution would be swift and hard.

Even if they were lying once again about this being the end, the last stage of her humiliation, then tomorrow she would start afresh, use every advantage being a top cop in the cities force gave her and track every one of the sons of bitches involved. One advantage of her day in the brothel had been time to think about how she could go about getting out of this mess. Just the thought of getting out of this god forsaken, depressing room had lifted her depleted spirits, alright she would walk those mean streets and sell her body one more time (she was becoming somewhat immune to it) but at least she would be out in the open and would feel more in control of her destiny, not locked up and at a punters mercy in here.

The door opened and the big pimp re-entered, this time accompanied by two of his other whores, Traci and Bobbi, two cheap, trashy blondes who had seen and done it all, and then some. They carried between them a pile of old and tattered clothes. They looked at Gillian dismissively, staring up and down her sexy body with a mixture of envy and scorn at the woman's well kept, athletic trim figure and her big boobs. Not for her pampered body the ravages of it being used and abused day and night for years on end on the streets.

"Some of these should fit the bitch!" announced Traci as she pawed through the clothing.

They picked out the sluttiest clothing for her - a black bra top that again was a size too small for her big breasts, a slutty mesh vest, a micro mini skirt (Black) that was barely low enough to hide the fact that she wore no underwear on her crotch, a red PVC jacket, a tacky big handbag and hooker high heels. Once finished they paraded the whore in front of Duke to let him see her. They left her in his office and he whistled mock appreciatively and got up to inspect her.

"Man for a stuck up police bitch you sure do look like one dirty, street walking whore."

She kept her mouth shut, biting off the invective she wanted to spew back at the big bastard. Tomorrow would be time enough, he would be one of the first against the wall, whatever it took.

"Got one finishing touch to yo' outfit tho' bitch" with that comment Gillian felt his big hands at her neck and before she knew it he had affixed a thin, black, leather choker collar, studded with silver studs around her neck. It was as tacky a thing as Gillian had ever seen and she had seen a lot when she worked vice. He then stood in front of her and fanned out all the money her days whoring had earned and took great pleasure jamming it in his pocket.

"You sure done well bitch but I hate that you still probably think you are so far above me an' all the girls, so I'll tell you what you're going to do, your ride is just outside an' I want you to get down on your sweet ass hands and knees and crawl outta here like the bitch you are!"

Gillian was puzzled and just looked at Duke.

"I said do it! Do it now!"

She obediently dropped to her knees just desperate to escape this hellhole, Duke smiled and guided her out of his office, along the corridor, through the reception area and out the front door, all the while dressed so embarrassingly and a gaggle of the girls watching her and a customer watching amazed at the front door. She could feel their stares right at her round ass as the short skirt rode up and showed it off to maximum effect.

Outside in the twilight Gillian remained like a dog as she was led down the entrance way and towards two men standing by a large white van. They nudged each other and smirked and laughed at the police commander crawling towards them while dressed like a total slut. They had fallen foul of her police force many times in their various criminal activities and this was a pretty good feedback, even if they were a little wary about the man giving them their instructions.

"Here you go boys, one police whore ready to walk the sidewalks, just as promised."

At this Duke handed over the leash and shook one of the guys hands and headed back towards his brothel to make the call and let others know the handover had gone just fine. Gillian saw the big, black pimp leave and made to get to her feet but never made it as a strong hand pushed her back down.

"Naw you better stay off your feet just now whore 'cos your gonna do a whole lot of street walking tonight!"

Gillian looked up at her latest handlers and realised they were no better than the bastards she had serviced that afternoon and the night before. The pair of them were like identical twins, both over six foot, with skinheads and wife beater white T-shirts. They were white and covered with tattoos but Gillian was swiftly finding out that despite her long held hatred of other races, a blackmailing bastard was the same whatever their skin colour. The slightly taller one, who was called AJ, jumped in the front of the van and started it up while the other, called Chris, tugged on the dog leash and prodded her with the tip of his boot, guiding her towards the open back doors of the van. Gillian, reluctantly, crawled across the cobbled street and into the darkness of the back of the van.

Once they were both in and the van's back doors had been slammed shut a light came on and AJ drove off. Chris pulled Gillian up by the hair, so she was sitting on the wooden bench across from him. He smirked at her.

"You know you look a lot better in those clothes than that suit I see you in in the newspapers."

Gillian ignored the comment and concentrated on a spot on the floor. She wasn't allowed to do that long though as Chris grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his mocking green eyes.

"What's the matter bitch? You too good to speak with me? You may be a hot shot police commander but tonight you're nothing but a cheap whore and you'd better realise that it's me and AJ's job to make sure you're safe tonight. You just never know what kind of weirdo's might be out there, eh?"

It was a sobering thought for her but from somewhere she found the pride and defiance to meet his eyes. She was doing this but tomorrow would be her day and this piece of shit would be on her hit list too. And one of these bastards, the fat pimp, the drug lord in the hotel room or these two idiots would surely know who was orchestrating this, who had fucked her this afternoon in the brothel when she was tied up and in the rubber mask.

The van made it's way inexorably into the industrial heart of the old city. Perhaps it was as well that the red headed police commander could not see where they were headed, she would quickly have realised that it was worst of the worst, the slum area where the dregs of society congregated and combined to drag each other down to new depths. But she would find out soon enough...

Twenty minutes later AJ pulled up in the shadow of an abandoned warehouse, they weren't quite at their final destination but they had a little surprise for their charge before she started her 'work'. Chris pulled Gillian from the van when AJ opened the doors and they pushed her to her knees at the back of the van, her head perfectly at the level of their crotches.

"Before we start, me an' my brother want some kind of payment for our protection for the night. I'm sure after your day in the brothel you can guess what form that payment takes, eh?"

She could certainly guess, these wouldn't be the first cocks she had sucked this nightmare day and no doubt would not be the last either. The two men unzipped their jeans and popped out matching seven inch dicks that Gillian reluctantly took in each hand and stroked them in their hardness. She looked up at their faces as if to ask who was first.

"Nah bitch, suck them both at the same time, you can fit 'em in there!"

Well she didn't have much choice as they both closed in on her mouth simultaneously she opened it to accept them and immediately felt her mouth stretched as the two helmets of their cocks fitted in and pushed at her cheeks. Here she was, the police commander, one of the most powerful women in the whole state and only last week advising the Mayor on how to rid this city of drugs and prostitution and now she had two lowlifes cocks in her mouth and was preparing for a night of whoring her body out.

Little loose stones on the ground dug into her knees and she was uncomfortable as hell as they tried to inch their dicks deeper into her mouth. It was an obscenity, a crime against nature and Gillian just had to kneel there and take it as the two slippery helmets fought for position inside her mouth. They traced her lips with their pre-cum and then took turns to gag her individually with each cock before spraying those self same lips with their twin warm jets of cum. Using their fingers they guided all the loose cum into her mouth, not wanting to mess her up too much before she walked the mean streets.

"Yeah bitch! That's what your mouth's for, sucking cock and eating cum!"

It was a brief, degrading, crude interlude to the night but there was time for one final bit of fun for the boys. Chris took out his wallet and peeled off a twenty dollar note and threw it down on the ground some yards from the van. AJ pulled on Gillian's hair so she looked up at him.

"There's your first fare for the night whore, now go and get it in your mouth. I mean it, no hands, go and get it and bring it back here and we'll started on your real work!"

Gillian shook her head in frustration but was already crawling down the dark, wet alley towards the other man and the note lying on the ground. Chris just smiled as she reached his feet and dipped her head to bite the edge of the note and proceeded to crawl back to the van with her reward. They resumed their journey in silence in the van, the two men sharing a cigarette and beginning to concentrate harder on their job for the night. Gillian took her seat on the bench and tried to take the taste from her mouth. The disgusted look on her face told Chris all he needed to know about how humiliated she was at what she had done. Still, Chris thought, there was an opportunity for one last joke at her expense. Sitting directly across from her he extended his right foot until it was placed in the small gap between Gillian's feet. She gradually became aware of it's progress and looked up at Chris to see what he was up to, he winked knowingly back at her.

"I wanna see what you're offering the punters tonight."

He slowly lifted his boot up to pry her calves and then thighs apart, making her micro mini skirt open like a squeezed clam. He leered in closer at her exposed slit and Gillian felt even more uncomfortable. Chris leaned closer to examine the hairless pussy of the police commander and laughed at her annoyance. He then lift his boot until the sole was against the edge of the bench, just an inch or so away from Gillian's exposed privates and he leaned forward to unnecessarily tie his laces, lingering over the tightening of the knot, enjoying the red head's unease. Once the lace was tied up he left his foot there, neatly dissecting the gap between her toned thighs and making her have her pussy on display for the remainder of the journey.

AJ pulled up and called into the back that they had arrived and explained to Gillian that she should work this street and wait to see what customers showed up. It was up to her what fares she took and what prices to charge but she knew the nightmare would only end with $1000. Chris removed his foot to allow her to get up clumsily on her heels and head for the back of the van.

When she emerged from the relative gloom of the back of the van, Gillian was struck by the strange, alien, almost magical light of the night. It was a different city landscape than she had seen before, despite her years on the force (though maybe this was due to the new perspective she was seeing it from), the light was an artificial orange haze from the high street lamps - the ones that were working anyway and it appeared the moon did not shine in this godforsaken area of town. The walls and fences were daubed in colourful graffiti, while the shops and establishments were shielded by heavy looking metal shutters and equally vandalised. There was a stench of poverty in the air, of desperation and burnt out vehicles.

Gillian was jolted from her observations as she nearly broke her ankle stumbling in her high heels, she wasn't used to having things like those under her feet! She glanced back at the van in time to see Chris and AJ having a laugh at her pratfall and cursed at them and continued on her way a bit more carefully. Gillian moved further along the sidewalk until she reached the point that the men had indicated was to be her 'patch' for the night. Although it was a warm, clammy, sticky night she gave an involuntary shiver as she took the opportunity to look down the length of the road. The sidewalk was patrolled by a series of women at pretty regular intervals, just fifty or so yards down from her stood a young girl, she could be no older than eighteen, she was dressed in faded denim jacket and skirt and also tottered on high heels, from that distance Gillian could see she was chewing nervously on gum and had the pallid complexion and agitated manner of an addict. Further down the road more women lined the street, all sorts of ages and sizes and races, to her it was a pitiable sight and once more she cursed the gods and the men that had forced her to do this. When this ordeal was finally over she would return to this place, this godforsaken area of town and cleanse it, wipe the streets clean, her police force the detergent on these germs of humanity.

It was early yet (in this place anyway, late by most others standards) and there seemed to be very few vehicles cruising the streets and the ones that were seemed to be pimps like Chris and AJ, just looking out for their investment, or more likely their nights earnings. But it wasn't long before some customers started appearing, on feet and in car, like bees attracted to a honey pot. The sight of a beaten down Mustang passing by her at about five miles an hour and a long haired, greasy Hispanic hanging out of the window and ,very obviously, eying her up and down was sickening to her and she gave a silent cheer when he kept going and stopped at the girl in denim down from her. She didn't want to watch but couldn't help it as she observed the youngster lean forward on the rolled down passenger side window and dip her head inside the car to speak with the driver. Gillian could just imagine how the conversation would go.

"All right darling, you working?"

"Depends. Are you a cop?"

"No."

"Then yeah, I'm working, what can I do for you?"

"Get in and we'll discuss it baby." 

Gillian crossed her arms defensively across her chest and shook her head, her thoughts in a desperate turmoil at having the self same conversation in just a few, short minutes. Almost for the first time she had completely forgotten about her job and her status. Whereas for years she had been so proud and determined in her role, so single minded that above all other things she had concentrated on success and advancement within the police department that she had forsaken and alienated all friends, family, colleagues and outside pursuits, now she was thinking and acting like a woman who was thinking no further than the next five minutes and surviving through them with her sanity, if not her dignity, still intact.

She scanned the street unenthusiastically, praying to some deity that no more cars would come by, realising that was never going to happen, this place was the hub for kerb crawling fucking perverts and she knew it, there would be no salvation for her tonight. One thousand dollars seemed so far away. Then she heard footsteps behind her.

"Are you looking for business?"

Gillian desperately wanted to say no but was acutely aware of the van monitoring her every move.

"Uh, Yeah, I guess."

She looked at him properly, under the lamp light, it wasn't a pretty sight for her. If she had to draw up an identikit of the kind of sad, sleazy, little pervert that had to trawl the streets to pay for sex then this man would be exactly what she would have come up with. He was short, unkempt and had long, greasy black hair. He wore a weather beaten long trench coat and his dark eyes were shifty and constantly on the move.

"Good. I'll give you twenty dollars to get on your knees and suck my cock".

Instinctively Gillian answered.

"No way, a fifty at least!"

She stopped, stunned, she was haggling over the price of a blow job on a street corner.

"You're on."

He rummaged in the pocket of his long coat and produced a crumpled wad of notes that he stuffed into Gillian's outstretched hand.

"Come on missy, you can do it round here" with that he grabbed Gillian's hand and led her behind a head high wooden fence just up the road and then they went behind it.

"For a fifty you better give good head whore."

Before she could answer, the man pushed Gillian to her knees before him and undid the belt around his trousers. He worked his dick out from the zipper and she was horrified, it stank, was dirty ,stale and covered in all sorts of detritus, she opened her mouth to complain but that was a mistake as he thrust forward and forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She put her hands up to try and block it but soon realised that was hopeless and she'd be better just getting on with it and get it over and done with. She wondered if those two bastards were laughing in the van at what she was doing. The man's nasty, six inch dick continued to pound into her mouth and she made little effort to match his efforts but that didn't matter to him, he was just pleased to have bought such a new looking girl. He had been with most of the skanks on this street before and had never seen this red head before. So what if she was older than most of the whores, she had that fresh faced, new to the streets look and the thought of face fucking her was too much for him Normally, he'd never waste a fifty on one of these sluts giving him head. He reached down and took a handful of her red hair and pushed her mouth further onto his dick so that his balls rested on her chin and really got off on the thought of this being her welcome to street corner whoring. She gagged and spluttered before he finally released her hair but did not wait long before ploughing his slick member back into her mouth.

It wasn't a long encounter as the man came quickly and he held Gillian's head in place to make sure she swallowed the whole cheesy load. It tasted vile and it took everything she had not to be sick. He made her take it in her mouth and she could feel the horrible sensation of a trail of his cum sliding down from the right corner of her lips.

"Come on bitch! Swallow it, I paid my cash, you fucking swallow it!"

The self reliant confident woman that had been Gillian was long gone now and just the order from the man brought about a kind of automatic obedience instinctively from her and she gulped the whole horrible load down.

The man withdrew his now limp dick and wiped it in her hair, pulled up his trousers then shambled off not even thanking her. Gillian knelt motionless on the pavement struggling to come to terms with what she had just done. It took her a few minutes to get her senses back and somewhat compose herself she stuffed the notes into the side pocket of the bag the guys had given her and stumbled back onto the street. In a state of mild bewilderment she tried to work out how many 'tricks' she would have to turn to earn the $1000 target and decided to charge a hell of a lot more for the next bastard. God, what was she doing?




Gillian's Descent Ch. 03



She was shaken from her daze as two real "ladies of the night" came storming over (her blackmailer and her two 'guardian angels' hadn't set this up but were interested in what would happen).

"Hey Ho!, this is our patch get your skank ass out of here 'for we tear you up!" 

Shouted a stereotypical big, bad, black mama. She roughly grabbed the Gillian's hair and started shaking her about and flung her into the middle of the road. Her companion, a little hard Hispanic tart, sharply ran out and delivered a vicious kick into Gillian's ribs. As Gillian lay in the road she was saved as a black limo pulled up and the driver chased her two tormentors away.

Now this was expected so Chris and AJ settled back safe in the knowledge that they wouldn't have to watch her for a few minutes at least.

The door opened and a deep voice called from within "Get in the car!"

The man that she jumped into the back seat with was called Costas Stellios, a Greek entrepreneur and he had plenty of reason to hate Commander Anderson. His son Ilius had ended up with a 'wrong' crowd, but he had been a good boy really. That didn't count for anything when he was busted driving a friends car that he had been asked to move. The police had known Ilius was just a puppet that had been set up but when he refused to inform on his friends Gillian had been only too quick to see him charged and sent down and had made sure of clearing up some other crimes he had nothing to do with by careful placing of his fingerprints. Illius hadn't been able to handle prison life and had committed suicide within one year of incarceration. That had destroyed Costas and his wife and he had vowed that the woman he held responsible would pay a high penalty, hence he had helped fund much of this whole operation but he wasn't the main protagonist, just a willing backer. She didn't recognise the man. Why would she? It was nearly four years ago it had happened and Gillian had a way of blanking out everything but that which would advance her burgeoning career.

He was a suave, sophisticated, well groomed and well built man in his late fifties and as he looked at Gillian with his cold, black eyes he immediately began to treat her as something that was below his contempt. 

"Thank you...".

"Shut up whore and get my dick out!", and he thrust his crotch towards his companion. 

When Gillian obediently undid his flies a viagra-fuelled rod sprung out pointing towards the red haired lovely. The man took out a little plastic packet and laid a line of white powder along the length of his member - coke! He handed the prostitute a rolled up twenty and ordered her to sniff it all up.

She hesitated, there was no way she could do this, no fucking way. She used the balls of her palms to push her head up away from his crotch and mustered what strength of will remained to shake her head.

"What's wrong whore? Come on I'll give you $500 to snort the lot then give me a blow job."

At the mention of the exorbitant fee the guy was prepared to pay Gillian stopped struggling, her brain was doing overtime trying to decide what to do. It was over half of the godforsaken amount she had to 'earn' that night and she was less than half an hour on the street. If she took it she could maybe get off this street a lot quicker than she had thought.

"I'll do it for $700."

"$600 whore, or I'll drop you back with your friends back there."

Gillian nodded and gulped at what she was going to do, still $600 for one guy was a long way to getting her out of here. He dug out a leather wallet and stuffed the cash into her hands.

Gillian dipped her head once more to the old man's groin and picked up the rolled note and swiftly snorted the drugs in one quick shot and before she could contemplate anything else the guy had rammed his cock right down her gullet and was trying to fit his hairy balls in her mouth as well.

He had a pretty big dick and it was as hard as any she had encountered during her nightmare twenty four hour period. He face fucked roughly her for nigh on twenty minutes all the time making her do all the work as he just sat there and enjoyed the feeling of euphoria at seeing the bitch that had cost his family so much reduced to taking drugs and sucking cock for cash. His smile increased when he considered the further humiliations and tribulations the commander would still have to face.

The drugs were starting to really take effect on Gillian and she was sucking at his cock more and more enthusiastically, literally hovering any stray white granules off his hard dick. Costas held her head in his hands and urged to suck him harder to be an even filthier slut. When he was ready to pop he gave two or three really deep thrusts into her mouth before emptying his balls down her throat and all over her face. He opened the door and forced Gillian out, ripping her bra top on the way out.

She didn't realise it but the chauffeur had come full circle and she was now back just up the road from here she had started the night. If she had looked back at the white van she would have seen the expectant face of the man organising this whole effort but she was too far gone from the premium grade drug she had just snorted.

Gillian stumbled over to the nearest car just down the street, with cum liberally splattered on her face and one of her tits clearly visible and dressed like a cheap whore ,she looked exactly as intended. The car she was about to lean into was an undercover police car . They were about to arrest one of the higher ranked officers in the cities force, while high on cocaine, covered in semen and acting like she was a cheap prostitute. Nearly everybody in the city would remember the first time they heard about this stuck up bitch lean into the car, nipple poking out, laughing and offer to suck the policeman's cock for a fifty.

Which would have been bad enough but at the station when her handbag was searched the cops would discover enough cocaine to get the whole of town high and deduce she was dealing as well, while the unlicensed pistol also in her handbag was even worse. But that was still to come for now it was bad enough for her as the two officers exploded from the car, humiliatingly made her spread her limbs and searched her before handcuffing her wrists behind her back and pushing her into the back of the car, not even bothering to cover her exposed breast up or shift any of the loose semen that littered her face and hair.

In the van the man dialled a number on his mobile and spoke excitedly into the speaker.

"They've got her and are headed back to the station, make sure everybody is ready."

The van started up and took her to the police station where very soon things were about to get even worse for Gillian.....

NEXT: A NIGHT IN THE CELLS



Gillian's Descent Ch. 04



She felt like she was suffocating. The doors and the clear plastic partition of the police car seemed like they were closing in on her. Maybe it was just the after effects of the drugs she had taken, they certainly wouldn't have helped but she knew herself that a part of her conscious mind was very definitely still working. How could this have happened? How did she end up here, like this? And more importantly how the hell could she get out of it? That was the thing she had to get an answer to and quickly.

For a brief moment Police Commander Gillian Anderson allowed herself to think back over the events of the past 48 hours. It did not make for happy thinking. From the first moment that unmarked envelope had dropped onto her desk she had had grave misgivings and look where it had led her. Just look at what being willing to go to all lengths to preserve her career had done to her. She had become a call girl, worked in a seedy brothel and just tonight walked the sidewalks as a cheap hooker. And now this, arrested on charges of prostitution and drug dealing. Her career would be ruined. It had to be a further set up, what a fool she had been. She resisted the desire to shout at the two officers driving her to the station, 'Do you know who I am?' because undoubtedly they did and she could do no good through that so she sat in the back seat her wrists handcuffed behind her and considered what she would say to her lawyer.

Up front the two arresting officers smirked and took sneaky glances at their prisoner. Their sexy commander looked quite the whore in her outfit, her top ripped to expose most of her left tit and her fishnet stockings torn below the hem of her tiny mini skirt. Whereas Gillian was dreading being led into the station there were a whole number of people (including the two cops) who were relishing the thought of it. It was a set up for sure, she realised, as she was led into the station right through the main entrance. There were banks of photographers waiting to see her led humiliatingly past them as their cameras exploded to life and a million questions were shouted out. She should have been given at least a blanket over her head but the two cops led her inside seemingly as slowly as possible and when one of them 'accidentally' bumped into her as they ascended the stone stairs it was enough to dislodge her barely in place torn top and expose her boob to the paparazzi. They all (including Gillian herself) knew it would be front page headlines and pictures for the next day's papers. She could just imagine the headlines.

She dropped her head in shame and allowed herself to be hustled inside where there were even more cops waiting to see her brought inside. Why didn't any of them clear the press away? Spare her some blushes at least. Allow her some shred of dignity to be preserved. But it was like no-one wanted to acknowledge who she was and what she was here in the police force. The Desk Sergeant read her her rights and took her bag and at that point they discovered the large amount of coke in her handbag, she looked at it disbelievingly as he started noting it down, made a call to a detective and she heard the word 'dealing' in his conversation. She struggled, tried to claim her innocence, that she had been set up but no-one had any love lost for her before so they certainly wouldn't help her now. She was led down into the stone bowels of the station and released from her handcuffs as she was placed inside a large holding cell. At least, she thought, it was empty, she did not have to share it with the lower class criminals, not realising the irony of her thoughts.

Now, at last alone in the darkly lit cell, sitting on the edge of the uncomfortable cot and contemplated her future, how she had got into this mess and what she could do to get out of it. The normally cold, hard Police Commander even allowed herself to let go a sob and begin to softly cry. She knew nobody would be sorry to see this happen to her, if only she had made some friends on her meteoric rise in the force rather than alienate everyone she had passed on her way to the top.

Suddenly a voice spoke from the shadows outside the cell and she had to get up to the bars to hear it clearly.

"I told you Commander that if you did all that I asked of you you would have me behind bars by the end of the night, didn't I. Well here I am."

At that the door swung open and a tall, male figure appeared and stepped into the diffused light in the cell. She gasped as her old partner Joe Dupree walked calmly into the cell and smiled at her. He had also advanced in the force while Gillian had scratched her way to the top and he was a Sergeant now.

The door clanged shut behind him but he remained at the door looking at her with a mixture of vindication and triumph written across his face.

"You bastard" Gillian spat as he got to her feet, unsteady on her heels and made to come towards him. But the events of the night had dulled her senses and he easily caught her wrists and pushed her back down onto the cot.

"Now then Commander, you're in enough trouble, don't want to get an assault charge against you too, do you?"

He stood powerfully over her and cast her a mocking glance as she once again tried to cover up her left breast which had come loose from her torn top in her efforts.

"Don't worry about it, I saw them and a whole lot more this afternoon. Remember when you were in the mask?"

God, it seemed so long ago but yes, she remembered this bastard fucked her in the brothel while she wore that mask. She shuddered at the memory. Still at least now she knew her enemy and tormentor and once she got this whole mess explained she would begin to make his and his helpers lives hell.

"You won't get away with this you bastard! I'll prove all the things you made me do and then I'll get you, I'll make you wish you never crossed me!"

He smiled cheekily.

"My god you do look hot when you're angry Gillian. Something to do with that red hair. Turns me on! But I hate to disappoint you but you're going to have to wait to get your revenge. You see it's not just me that desires to see you taught a lesson you'll never forget. There's a whole lot of us that have clubbed together to arrange all this, I'm just the point man in this endeavour. You must really have pissed off a whole lot of people in your years in the force."

Gillian caught movement from the shadows and a line of recognisable faces entered the cell and stood across from her. As she watched them file in the true scale of her plight was starting to reveal itself to her. She recognised each of the men as they filed in. The Honourable Judge Mackie, Kelvin Perry owner of the towns largest news network (TV channel and newspaper), Michael Biskin, the District Attorney, Mayor Joseph Brown and a handful of the cities leading industrialists. Then came the worst, Chief Clancy Simpson, her immediate boss. Joe waited until they were all stood around her in a wide 'U' shape as she sat on the edge of the jail cell cot, about ten feet back and Joe waited until she had glimpsed all their faces before speaking.

"Quite the powerful gathering isn't it Commander? And not only that but they aren't alone in this, their peers and colleagues all know about this plot too and were more than pleased to offer their support and help wherever they could. Seems like a whole lot of people are only too keen to see you taught a lesson."

Gillian was taken aback by the line up and all her thoughts of how she would go about clearing her name were swept away in one fell sweep.

"So let me give you your only options bitch! (the tone as he snarled that word made her wince, he had been so calm up to then). You can plead guilty to the charges we present you with and accept our decided sentence of one years incarceration. Or you can take your chances that whoever you hire to defend you isn't in our employee or the judge isn't or the jury aren't (and make no mistake we'll make sure they are) and end up with a ten year stretch in the hardest prison in state with every single inmate knowing your previous profession."

Her pretty face fell open as the stark options were presented so matter-of-factly to her. She was shocked, upset, her world was crumbling before her eyes and the assembled group of men were enjoying it immensely as they thought back to all the dirty tricks and campaigns and short cuts she had used on her route to the top. She stammered and stuttered, unable to even form a coherent reply. Her whole life had been so comfortable and above everybody else and now she was being reduced to this. It was galling. Her analytical, calculating brain could see the truth in their eyes, she was in deep, deep trouble.

"Please, no, I've done nothing wrong, there must be something I can do."

Dupree smiled like a crocodile.

"Well actually Commander Anderson we were hoping you'd say that because you see there are eleven of us present here as you will see and what we thought was that for every one of us that you let fuck whatever hole we wanted we could knock a month off that sentence. That way you can get that down to just one month in the jail, which I'm sure you could manage, couldn't you? Alright your 'career' might be fucked up but lets face it working the streets and the brothel should have shown you that there is another career more suitable for you than policing. So it's decision time bitch, what's it going to be? Wanna fight your case and risk a long stretch in the prison? Or put your slut's body to some good use and reduce that sentence? It's up to you."

On the spot and under the gun there was little option for her other than to cave in and she whispered in defeat.

"Alright, I'll do it" and dropped her eyes to the stone floor as she uttered her submission.

Dupree clapped his hands and said.

"We knew you would see sense bitch, why don't you get us hard and strip off that hooker gear first. Give us a little dance, eh?" 

Gillian started to rise but as she did so she became acutely aware of more movement outside the cell and she watching in growing horror as lines and lines of her subordinate police officers filed in to get a view of what she was going. Dupree saw the look on her face.

"Everybody knows what's going on Commander, like I say you don't have many friends around here and everyone's wants to see what you've been reduced to doing. Word of your antics on the streets tonight certainly seems to have spread!"

The redhead couldn't quite believe the size of the conspiracy against her. How could all of these people despise her so much? I mean Jesus, there were lowly constables there, even civilian receptionists and typists.

"Come on Commander, you really need to learn to be obedient. I told you to start dancing, maybe some of our VIP's here will get bored and leave us and then you won't be able to get that sentence down by 11 months will you?"

Mentally, Gillian was defeated. Maybe there was a way that she could have said no and still beat the rap. But looking at the powerful men around her and her colleagues waiting and watching expectantly outside the cell the only way out she could see was to do as instructed. She rose wearily to her feet and started to sway on her heels, trying to imagine what a lap dancer danced like.

The watching crowd cheered and whistled her efforts, shouting out crude encouragement.

"C'mon Commander shake your booty, bitch!"

"That's it Red, flash your gash!"

Gillian was past the point where she would be embarrassed by what she was doing, past even humiliation. She was consigned to her fate. Her ripped top came away easily and a huge cheer echoed through the stone walls as her heavy, fleshy bosoms bounced into view, her big nipples standing out from the creamy skin. She kicked off her boots and slid down her skirt, wishing that the coke hit from earlier that night was still in her so she wouldn't be so aware of what she was doing. She lowered her stockings and rolled them off, tossing them at her chief tormentor with something approaching disgust. He just smiled back at her, indicating with his finger for her to keep on dancing for the wrapt audience.

Once she had shaken her ass enough for the men and women Dupree walked up to her and pulled her by the hand over towards the cell bars, pushed her arms through and told one of the cops standing outside to handcuff her there. The fresh faced recruit laughed nervously and clipped his cuffs around her wrists.

"Here, pass me your nightstick, son!" ordered Dupree and he took great pleasure running it under Gillian's mouth menacingly.

"I don't know if you've figured it out yet Commander Anderson, but you just aren't that well liked are you? This is for all the people you have stepped on in your relentless march to the top. This is for all the people you have framed and bribed and conned, Here! Spit on the tip of this, I'm going to jam it in your ass so you'd better get it nice and wet!!"

Grimacing at his words and her situation Gillian spat on the tip of the nightstick and felt her ass cheeks parted. She felt the hard wood run down her naked spine and stop on her ass cheeks then slide inside. She bit her lip as the object ventured inside her ass hole and Dupree started to slowly push it in and pull it out of her ass as he continued speaking to her.

"You've cut so many corners, not cared who got hurt and done whatever it took to advance, well isn't it a nice irony that after tonight you are going to be the criminal. I cannot wait until your day in court admitting your guilt over this. And believe me you will plead guilty otherwise we'll see to it you get sent down for a hell of a lot longer than a month or so!"

Some of the people outside the cell looking in frittered away, no doubt with work to do or homes to go to but there were still over twenty people on the other side of the bars peering in as Dupree working the long nightstick deeper and deeper into Gillian's tight asshole. He worked it expertly, as if this was not the first time he had done this and Gillian could not help but think back with shame to what he had done with her in the brothel that afternoon. He pulled the stick from her with an audible 'pop' that got a nervous titter from the assembled audience, both outside and inside the cell. He held the long end of the baton up to her face and spoke with authority.

"Lick it clean bitch! Taste your ass."

There was no hesitation, her pretty head lowered towards the hard object that had just been in her asshole and obediently began to clean it much to the amusement of all the onlookers. She closed her eyes and tried to block out what she was doing but those eyes quickly opened up when she heard the sound of Dupree's zipper being opened behind her. He reached forward and whispered in her ear as he continued to feed her the nightstick's tip.

"I'm going first, and I choose to fuck your ass, and if you want my one month knocked off your sentence you'd better make like you enjoy it, like you love it, understand?"

Gillian screwed her eyes shut and nodded before her whole body was jolted forward when her tormentor penetrated her ass behind her and reached under her to grab her big tits that were hanging down and squeeze and fondle them as he began to pound her. With her wrists cuffed through the bars there was not a lot for her to do but just go with his hard and fast pace.

Gillian played her part, she knew what he wanted her to do and ignoring the humiliation and degradation of the situation she played it up. She knew her hard fought for career was finished now and all that remained was to reduce the sentence this cadre of blackmailers had laid out for her. As the man behind her fucked her roughly she reacted how she thought he wanted, panting and crying out for more, her voice carrying an air of desperation, the watching audience excited at seeing the stuck up bitch like this. 

As his heavy, sweaty balls slapped noisily against her ass cheeks he squeezed on her tits and called out.

"Yeah! That's it bitch, take it in your ass! You ain't gonna shit right for a month after I'm done with you!"

Gillian grimaced and continued her attempt at making it appear she was loving this ass fucking and was eventually relieved when her blackmailer supreme stiffened and shot his whole load deep within her bowels. When he pulled out she could feel a slow trickle of his cum descend from here ass and slowly slide down her inside thigh. He didn't care though and spanked her ass and called to his fellow conspirators.

"Come on guys, who's next? This slut has plenty holes left to fill and she's fucking gagging for cock!"

She wasn't of course, but that was the whole point. Dupree told the young cop to unlock her from the cuffs and he pushed her to her knees as the Police Chief approached, undoing his zipper as he approached.

Clancy Simpson was a big man, there was little doubt he would fail the police medical if he was subject to it now, no way could he patrol the streets he used for twenty long years before he had finally got the breaks to make it all the way to Chief of Police with just a few short years before he retired. He really had never much liked Gillian. The way she had been on a fast track to the top had stuck in his throat considering the long and winding road he had had to take to reach his position. It also really grated on him the way she had made no secret of her ruthless ambition and she had all but told him that she was gunning for his job sooner, rather than later. Of course, she had thought she was untouchable, that she had enough power and influence to be like that with impunity, as she rubbed her sore wrists and felt semen slide down her naked thighs she was quickly recognising that this was no longer the case.

"On you knees you fucking bitch! It's about time you learned your place. You thought you were such fucking hot stuff, didn't you? Well see where it's got you?"

Gillian was embarrassed and a little frightened by his tone. He had always been so cool and professional with her (though secretly she had always tried to wind him up into losing his cool, anything to score points off of him), but as his big frame advanced on her she obediently dropped to her knees and looked up into his implacable, dark eyes. He smiled at her like a crocodile, his hands already reaching for his straining crotch. His Chief's uniform was about one size too small and his mass bulged out, she always thought he was pretty gross but now as he neared her she couldn't get over how awful he looked and could barely bring herself to watch his approach. She dropped her eyes to the stone floor, affixing them on a small drop of cum that had spilled from her stretched and used asshole. it took only seconds for her view to be obscured by the Chief's size eleven black brogues. He extended his stubby fingers into Gillian's usually perfect but now ruffled ginger hair and pulled her head up so that she looked right into his eyes. God, he was enjoying this!

"I'm going to fuck your face bitch! I really don't care if you keep up with me or not, in fact, I'm kinda hoping you don't. But one thing's for sure, if you want my month off your sentence you'd better damn well not complain or back out or give me any shit, understand!"

Gillian nodded her head (hard to do with her hair held so tightly) and sighed as she opened her mouth acceptingly. There was an audible intake of breath from the watching men as Chief Simpson finally pulled out his fuck stick. For a man in his fifties he was surely hung like a horse! His dick was stiff and glistening with pre-cum and excitement and he wasted no time plunging it deep into Gillian's waiting mouth. As prepared as she had been for it, the red head could not help but gag as the slimy, cock sank into the back of her mouth and on into her throat. But as she gagged the Chief held his stuck up subordinates head in place and pushed his pelvis on to keep up his forward momentum.




Gillian's Descent Ch. 04



Just as Gillian feared the man would never withdraw his cock and she would vomit, he pulled it out gave her a milli-second to gasp for a breath then plugged it into her face again. After a series of thrusts similar to this she could not stop her gag reflex and as her blackmailer watched on amused when the Chief removed his cock after it's longest spell in her gullet she retched forward and coughed up a trail of sperm and bile. But that brought no respite as he quickly jerked her head back up and resumed his fucking of her face. He had had enough of deep throating her and came up with a new humiliation.

"Hold my cock in your mouth bitch and you'd better not lose it!" he ordered.

He slowly slid his erect cock out of her mouth until only the tip and about an inch were held in her mouth. He looked down at her and then started to mockingly slap each of her cheeks in turn, not hard but enough to make his dick bounce around inside her mouth. He continued doing that for around a minute until her mouth was no longer able to keep his dick inside and it sprang loose. It didn't really matter because he was right on the verge of cumming anyway and as his cock levelled off with her face an arc of white cum flew out and plastered over the length of her face, followed by three more spurts coating white lines across her face.

The Chief smirked as he shook off his dick on her boobs and stood back.

"Just how I always wanted you Commander, that really is your best position!"

As the Chief stepped back up stepped Justice Dwayne Mackie, the first coloured judge in the city. He had sat on the bench for years now and was a hugely respected member of the legal community. Through her cum covered eyes Gillian watched him approach and her heart seemed to sink even deeper. The two of them had clashed almost from her first case to reach court, the judge realising very quickly that the young police officer seemed to carry out her cases against people from other races with undue vigour. He recognised the dislike for him in her eyes and voice immediately and was not slow in returning it and they had maintained a just about professional relationship every since whenever they came across each other in court. But they both knew that every time they came up against each other it was about scoring points off the other, especially Gillian, she was just that petty. Well look at her now. 

What a pathetic image she was, naked, on her knees and willing to do whatever it took to keep that jail time down, the Judge smiled as he approached her.

It was quite the buzz for the judge to stand before her and see defeat and obedience in her eyes rather than the usual disdain and ill concealed racism. She lifted her hand to wipe one of the thick strands of the Chief's cum from her right eye and the judge commanded her with his usual authority.

"Don't! Don't touch that you bitch! I like seeing you just like that, gives me a thrill you being reduced to little more than a cock hound. Justice is what I'd call it after all the things you got up to on some of your cases to ensure you got your 'right' conviction. But the question is what kind of 'justice' am I going to dish out to you?"

She gave an involuntary shiver and he laughed.

"Oh don't worry your pretty little head Commander, I wouldn't want to touch you with a barge pole, I won't be sticking my cock anywhere near you, I don't know where you've been! But don't get too happy just yet, I got an idea what you can do to get my one month off."

He turned to the people outside the cell and clicked his fingers, at his signal a long object was slid through the bars into his large, black hand. She winced as she saw what it was and watched him slap the baseball bat dismissively in the palm of his hand. After doing that a few times he dropped it, letting it clatter noisily off the stone floor in front of Gillian.

"You want my month off? Well you are going to have to get yourself off using that, I want to see as much of that bat inside your pussy as you can fit and then some. C'mon bitch, it's up to you, do you want my month or not. Get yourself off, get to it!"

Although she tried to mask her abhorrence at what he was asking (no, demanding) her to do, her eyes gave it away. She was only vaguely aware of a few muffled chuckles at the request as she stretched out her hand to finger the object and lift it up.

"Go on slugger! Show us how to use it!" came a mocking shout form the shadows.

She handled it some more, the size of the bulbous end was surely too big for her. Her hands held it like it was a bomb and she could not tear her frightened eyes away from it but already she was aware of the Judge standing before her starting to become more impatient. Despite her reluctance to do this she knew that she would, it was amazing how such a powerful, strong willed and single minded career woman had been so readily reduced to almost an unthinking, obedient, submissive slut in such a short period of time. She picked the bat up, holding it in both hands and without thinking spat on the end and tried to get it as wet as possible. Of course, some of the cum splattered on her face mixed onto the tip and it was soon a damp, saliva covered mess.

"Stick it in you bitch!" demanded the Judge, " I want to see you getting off with it buried inside you."

She spread her sexy, strong thighs allowing everyone another uninterrupted view of her cunt and to prepare herself she fingered herself, trying desperately to achieve some degree of wetness. She screwed her eyes shut and went for it, pushing the bat's tip against her pussy lips and rubbing them with the moistness she had put on it. It felt wrong from the first having that massive end down there, a total violation, but nonetheless she continued rubbing it up and down until she rubbed with enough strength behind it for the tip to push it's way inside her.

Immediately the bat pushed against her tight pussy walls. She knew she had to move to make it at least a little more comfortable but doing so would force her to re-position herself onto sitting on her ass on the stone floor and open her legs, allowing all these bastards an even more exposed view of her. So she had to move and as she had guessed a murmur of approval rippled it's way around the cell, she blinked drying cum from her eye lashes and resumed her task, pushing the bat in slightly more until the first inch or so was within her.

"Here bitch, let me help you" said the Judge.

He came forward to take the grip of the bat in his hand as he stooped and grabbed the grip of the bat and pushed it in deeper while twisting it as he went. Gillian felt it burrow into her and groaned as she was filled like never before in her life. He screwed it in further then placed her hands on it and told her to do it herself, despite herself she did it and she could already feel her body becoming awake to this intrusion as the untouched parts of her anatomy became touched. She closed her eyes and imagined herself somewhere else, anywhere else as she felt the bat slip inside her a bit more until she knew that if she did stand up the bat would stay in place inside her hole. She was real wet now, she didn't want to be but undoubtedly was and with a groan she felt herself getting more and more excited until she gasped and moaned and climaxed on the foreign object in her cunt.

Her head rocked forward, she opened her eyes, aware of the hardening cum in stripes on her face and breathing hard from her exertions. She looked up into the smiling Judges eyes and he took control.

"Take it out and lick it bitch, clean up the mess you've made, then I'm done."

She unscrewed the baseball bat from her sopping cunt and forced herself to hold the bat to her mouth and tentatively licked her own juices from I to the sound of chortles and laughter from around her.

So three down and eight to go and it was to be literally the longest night for Gillian as she took more of the cities most important men in each of her orifices. They had done what they had set out to do, she was meat now just a fuck hole to be plugged for their satisfaction, her prior life and authority nothing more than a rapidly fading memory. By the time they had all had their fun with her and got off a thick puddle of cum was on the stone floor inches from her knees. Joe Dupree knew just what he wanted to see and brought a howl of laughter from his fellow conspirators when he ordered Gillian to crawl over to it and lick it up.

How humiliating for the Police Commander, a prisoner in her own jail cells, crawling across the cold floor, exhausted from a couple of days of being nothing more than a sex object, and stooping her head obediently to lick the dull, sour mixture of cum up. She was not left in peace until the whole load had been licked up whereupon the men left her to spend her first full night alone behind bars.

*

Everything seemed to go in fast forward from that point on. Wheels were smoothed and pleas given. Gillian realised the futility of fighting her cause and agreed to plead guilty to the lesser charges against her in return for just the one month in prison. There was no other way, she had no friends to fight her corner and could never be sure who was working against her if she had decided to fight it. The way she figured it she would take the month then get the hell away from this place and then decide if she wanted to pursue vengeance on cabal of men who had reduced her to this. Better that than the year in jail they had threatened her with.

So it was that two months after her arrest Gillian stood in the dock before the Honourable Judge Mackie (yes he who had so enjoyed her company in the cell) to receive her sentencing in orange jump suit and chains.

"Commander Anderson it grieves me greatly that such a promising career as yours should have been thrown away so cheaply as you have done. You have used your position to allow you to deal in the very vices that you have claimed to want to outlaw and in doing so you have surely irrevocably damaged the reputation of the very police force that you were bound to uphold. Therefore, it is beholden upon me to make the sentence reflect this and I have no option but to sentence to you to five years in the County High Security facility. Take her down!"

Gillian stood dazed in the dock as a couple of uniformed officers tried to usher her away. Five years! How could this be! She had been told if she did those things then it would be a month! If she pled guilty it would be a month! She saw the grinning face of Joe Dupree in the front seat of the courtroom and she realised dully how she had been duped again and this time she really was fucked. As she was taken into the bowels of the building she thought that she could go no further, her descent was now total. But she was wrong, as she was to discover when she found out what, or rather who, awaited her at the prison.

NEXT: " A PRISON BITCH"



Gillian's Descent Ch. 05



After the shock of her sentencing, former Police Commander Gillian Anderson was led from the court into the prison van in a complete daze. Five years! She had been promised that her guilty plea would see her only incarcerated for one month by her blackmailers and like a fool she had believed them again. Now it was too late, she was a laughing stock, her reputation was in complete tatters and worse still she was now on her way to start a five year stretch in jail The red head sat on the bench in the van and buried her head in her hands, never lifting them as a slow stream of fellow criminals were led onto the vehicle by armed guards. It was a long and interminable journey through fifteen miles or so of desert, a journey that she had made countless times in her previous job.

She silently prayed that none of the other convicts knew who, or what she was but from the smirks on the guards faces when she risked a glimpse up at them, they were only too aware. With the sentencing she had suffered just starting to fully sink in she was only now realising what a tenuous and dangerous situation she was heading into. The Arkhall Facility that she was being sent to was hardly noted for it's leniency towards it's inhabitants. When it came out who she was she would be a marked inmate and it was a terrifying thought. In all her experiences in the force when an officer had been caught out and ended up in jail they had been given cushy numbers in low security facilities and all the top notch amenities available, after all you looked after one of your own, didn't you? But not her, she was an outcast, a pariah and considering all the individuals involved in her set up she supposed it was no surprise that she was being hung out to dry like this. It was a bright, hot Summer morning and the sun and blue sky seemed to goad her almost as she was driven away from it. Too quickly the high walls of the prison loomed into sight and the van slowed to be allowed entrance.

Really, there was nothing remarkable about her as she was urged from the van by the guards. Dressed in her bright orange jump suit and with ankles and wrists chained and connected she felt every bit the criminal that she had been made out to be. She was filed into a rag-tag line of convicts and paraded a hundred yards or so to an ominous grey building with no windows. All of the new arrivals were more than conscious of the crowd of inmates crushed up against the far side fence looking on at the new fish. She kept her head down and allowed herself to be moved along, like on a conveyor belt, until she was ensconced inside the cool, sterility of the intake building.

Once inside everything seemed to move at a frightening pace. Had she but known it the guards and officers were primed and waiting for her, the consortium that had set her up were not finished with her yet, despite her sentencing and with people in the prison service as keen as the others to pay her back for previous actions and methods. Plus she was such a stuck up, hard nosed bitch that is was hard for Warden Mansell and his men not to derive great pleasure in her comeuppance. So, accordingly, the first name called forward from the line was hers and, with her head still down she shuffled forward, hoping that this would be quick and painless. It was not to be either.

She was commanded to hold her wrists out and held while one guard set about releasing her ankle and wrist restraints. He was a tall, thin guard with a permanent sneer on his lips and an unmistakable cruel superiority about him. And he knew just who Gillian was and what the Warden wanted done with her.

"Strip, prisoner Anderson" he commanded.

Gillian was in a daze and didn't move to do anything, just rubbed her wrists where the cuffs had been removed and shook her head. Immediately he was right up in her face shouting at her.

"I said strip, Prisoner! You may think because you were once a Commander in the Police that you are hot shit, but believe me in here you are fucking nothing!"

The room went dead silent, where before there had been a hub bub between prisoners and guards everyone was quiet and staring at the good looking red haired prisoner. And everyone was now aware of her previous profession. She felt a hundred cold stares boring into her. But she had no time to deliberate any further, the guard before her was turning red with rage and she quickly stripped off her orange jumpsuit and as he indicated slipped off her white bra and panties to stand stark naked before him.

Guard Carter was a sadistic bully and loved the look of fear in Gillian's eyes as he verbally berated her for not doing what he said immediately. He was getting visibly aroused at demeaning the former Police Commander in front of the captive audience. She was blushing fiercely as she stood before him naked and trying, but failing miserably to maintain a tough exterior. Carter sneered and ordered her over to the high table at the far wall, then ordered her to 'spread them' as he checked that she was not concealing anything before entering the facility proper.

This was bad, this was the real moment when Gillian realised her previous, cushy existence was gone, over and done with and likely never to be retrieved. She walked to the table in full view of everyone else in the room and placed her hands on it and carefully, nervously, opened her legs, assuming the desired position. Carter saunter up behind her and was sure to stand close enough to rub the hard ridge of his cock through his standard issue trousers against her exposed ass. She bit her lower lip, more than aware that he was fishing for a reaction to further embarrass her. Very deliberately the bastard pulled on a pair of tight latex gloves, letting her see them pulled onto his long fingers and enjoying her flinch as they snapped onto his skin. He leaned his head in close to her head to whisper menacingly in her right ear.

"I am going to perform a full body search right here bitch, let you see that you aren't going to get any special privileges 'cos of who you are. Or rather were! And if you don't want to piss me off (and believe me, you don't want to piss me off!) then you'd better not make any complaints at what I do. OK?"

Gillian gulped, looked to the ceiling in despair and nodded her assent. She sensed rather than saw his sly grin her response gained and braced herself for this invasion. His powerful hands first roamed up her front, stopping at her heavy breasts to squeeze and grope them before his left hand continued up to her mouth and push four fingers in, gagging her uncomfortably, while his right hand descended south to begin rubbing, mockingly at her fat pussy lips. The entire room was silent at this brazen display, guards and new prisoners alike were agog at her treatment. She grimaced and gave a quiver as his fingers brusquely rubbed at her dry parts and wormed their way inside, her body giving an involuntary jump at his entry. With one finger inside his thumb stretched to it's limits and rubbed against her sticking out clit rapidly.

He worked her nub hard and fast and gave a smile as he felt her involuntarily begin to get wet, what a humiliation for this previously cold, hard professional woman. He squeezed her nipple as well as his fingers worked ever more vigorously until she had to let go a little moan, her body giving her away and embarrassing her. The guard withdrew his fingers immediately he had heard the moan, aware that he had achieved what he had wanted. He spun the red head around and barked at her to get back in line and see the receiving guard.

She walked back with her crotch glistening, blushing even fiercer than before and aware of the eyes upon her. As she was half way across the floor Carter's load voice boomed out.

"Guard Jones! Cuff that prisoner immediately and take her straight up to the Warden's office!"

She was met at the table where her jumpsuit awaited but if she thought she was getting to put it back on she was evidently wrong. The guard re-fixed the handcuffs and manacles in a flash and proceeded to lead her chained and stark naked from the room, along a lengthy corridor to emerge into the bright glare of the diffused lights of the main hall of the prison. He led her through two guarded and locked doors and Gillian was suddenly aware of being in the main body of the prison, she felt so small and insignificant and in awe of the cavernous hall.

"You're not in Kansas any more Dorothy, are you?" whispered the guard mockingly to her as he led her, still naked as the day she was born, along the mesh stairs in the centre of the building and finally into the sight of some of the cells and a cacophony of catcalls, none too pleasant. Then to her eternal horror a tinny, metallic voice boomed out from the prisons PA system for every inmate to hear.

"Ladies, your attention please. The prisoner being lead through the main vestibule right now, the cute big breasted red head, is our latest inmate, I'm sure some of you will have heard of her notoriety, is none other than former Police Commander Gillian Anderson!"

Gillian almost stumbled so stunned was she. She panicked, she was now a sitting duck and totally identified. She managed to keep walking in front of the guard and tried to ignore the fierce stares and out and out threats coming from the cells filled with hardened female criminals. She was in hell now, and just about to meet the devil and his right hand.

At last she was passed the row of cells on that level and away from the threats and vicious comments she had been made to endure and into a bizarre tranquillity just a heavy steel door away. She was ushered into a large round waiting room where two young female secretaries were busily typing and made no comment or faces at the intrusion of a completely naked, chained woman in their reception. The guard whispered to the older one with glasses on the right and she looked up, scanned Gillian and spoke into an intercom.

Seconds later she was indicating to Guard Jones to enter the Warden's office and Gillian came face to face with the Warden for the first time. Warden Waylon Mansell was quite the character. She was standing on an oriental rug before an impressive Teak wood desk, with a white haired, arrogant looking man chomping on a cigar behind it. He turned his baleful gaze on Gillian and spoke in a slow drawl. 

"So you're the famous Policewoman that whored herself and got into drugs and I gotta look after?" 

His voice dripped with sarcasm and Gillian, already conscious of her nudity just stood there and kept her eyes down, not wanting to meet his gaze. 

"And I hear you been mighty busy since you arrived here, making some pretty serious enemies. Seems to me like you're in a world of trouble, ain't no way me and my men can ensure your safety twenty four hours a day, seven days a week now is there? Be a real shame too, those psychos can be real vindictive, you know?"

He threw a weapon on his desk in front of her and she looked at it in horror, a four inch, sharpened blade stuck out of toothbrush and she had palpitations. It was all too much for her, the memories of the whole set up, his sarcastic tone, the jail, the knowledge that she had been set up so unfairly: she stood there and tears started to form in her eyes, how could all of this happened to her perfect life? She began to plead and beg and cry to the man, appeal to his mercy and try and explain to him how a web of important men with a grudge had reduced her to this state. But he was only too well aware of the back story.

"Now stop that Missy! That's not gonna do you any good at all. You gotta toughen up to survive in here. But you know I can make this whole experience that much easier for you, if you do as I tell you. I am the Warden around here and what I say goes, and if I say that you are to be guarded and looked after real well, then that is what'll happen. Course if I say to let you see how you do with no guardian angels then I don't reckon you'll do too well either. Really it's up to you, how badly do you want my protection my dear?" 

Finally, Gillian did lift her eyes and met those of the warden's, they were cold and icy blue and there was no mistaking what he was telling her. She stood stock still as he drew back his chair and got up to come around and stand before her. His hands roamed over her body, stopping to grope and weigh Gillian's boobs. He nodded approvingly before roving his hands lower and exploring between her thighs, his rough fingers parting her pussy lips and probing inside. She felt so violated by this. of Being fondled like a piece of meat by this creepy old man and knowing that she couldn't do a thing about it was just about the worst thing she could think of. 

He smiled at her and flashed his tobacco stained teeth at her before turning back to his desk and pressing a button on his telephone and spoke into it. 

"Miss Tibbs, could you call Chief Officer Lawler and get her to come in here please, I think we're going to need her input on this." 

He dismissed the male guard with a smile and continued around the desk and took his place again in his big, leather chair as Gillian stood there while they waited until the secretary showed a huge female guard into the office some minutes later. 

Joannie Lawler had been a prison guard for the last ten years of her 33 years on this planet and she loved it. She was your archetypal big, butch. Dyke and was more than proud of that. As well as being naturally very tall, broad and overwhelming she was hugely muscular for a woman. Away from her job and the prison she spent nearly all her spare time in the gym and it showed. Her biceps bulged; her stomach was hard as steel and she had the most powerful thighs. In short she was an imposing and impressive (if slightly freakish) specimen of woman. She had short, straight, dark hair, cold dark eyes and dressed in what, really, was a male prison officers uniform, but no-one in the prison was going to comment on that. She inspired respect and no little fear from prisoners and fellow guards (men and women alike) and with good reason. Not only was she an intimidating sight and bulk, she had a temper and nature to match, put simply she was a sadistic, domineering bully of a woman and enjoyed nothing more than humiliating and dominating others. The Warden knew this and knew that she was also a hell of a prison officer so to keep her sweet occasionally he threw her a new fish that he was pretty sure she'd enjoy, and Gillian certainly fit into that category.

Warden Mansell had watched her with prisoners throughout her career and knew that she derived a special pleasure from dealing with previously professional, well-to-do women, who had stepped off the straight and narrow, women who would never have imagined that they would end up in state penitentiary in their lives but who, through a wrong choice or overconfidence had found themselves in this godforsaken place and in desperate need of some protection and guidance, and Officer Lawler provided that – at a cost! Even though neither Warden or guard were happy when they were told who the former Police Commander's cell mates were to be (they were, after all just another part in the consortium that had conspired against Gillian) they were sure there would be much fun to be had with the red head.

Gillian stood there, still chained, watching both the smiling warden (why did she just know that smile meant no good for her?) and the big wooden door of his office for this latest arrival. In her previous job she had stayed as much away from correctional facilities as possible, seeing this part of the job (as she did most others that did not contribute to advancing her career) as beneath her and not something she wanted to dirty her hands with. It was an attitude that most in the state were familiar with over the past couple of years and she had even made a couple of newspaper interviews where she had questioned the value of much of the work done by the institutes in rehabilitating offenders. She wasn't thinking about that just then but if she had she would have realised they were words that would come back to haunt her.

The Warden's phone buzzed and, without taking his crocodile-like eyes off Gillian, he lifted the receiver and said.

"Send her straight in."

The door swung inwards and the big woman marched in, her presence powerful within the room already. Really, she was a behemoth, a monster. She was at least six feet one and wearing her standard issue boots and uniform she was certainly intimidating.

The Warden smiled and spoke in his slow drawl.

"Ah Officer Lawler, everything Ok out there I trust? Good. Allow me to our latest special guest, you know the ex-Police Commander, I'm going to want you to pay extra special attention to her, especially as her arrival was so carelessly announced over the tanoy." 

They both smiled at their shared joke and Gillian was feeling like she was shrinking, she was hardly a tall woman as it was but in the presence of this Amazon she felt like a tiny, naughty, schoolgirl. Joannie slowly and deliberately pulled off her leather gloves, finger at a time and took her time perusing the new arrival, drinking in every soft, fleshy curve of her body, her heaving tits, her proud red hair, her nervous eyes and the clearly discernable shiver that was coursing through her frame and the Goosebumps left on her flesh. The guard slowly circled Gillian and she gave a little jump as the strong fingers of Lawler's right hand touched her upper arm and traced their way along the full length of it – she was definitely sizing her up. The Warden smiled and threw two keys across his table.

"Here, you might as well take those off, she's not going anywhere, are you Miss Anderson?"

It took the big female guard prodding her in the back and hissing.

"Answer the Warden you dumb slut, you do what you're told here!"

Her staccato voice barked out the instruction and though Gillian was not at all used to obeying other people and listening to orders something inside her told her that it would be wise not to irritate or disobey this harridan. So she told the Warden she wasn't going anywhere and added a thank you as well. For that the manacles and cuffs were taken off which was a great relief but not so welcome was when the female guard paused with her face just inches from Gillian's bare pussy. A rough finger reached out and touched her and she flinched. Joannie just laughed and stood up, meeting her eyes and challenging the former police woman to maintain the gaze.

"I see you've met guard Carter, heh, I'll have to reprimand him for getting you wet. I'll bet he did it in front of everyone, eh? What a bastard! Tell you what sweet cheeks, if you keep me and the Warden sweet we have the power that before the end of the week you could have him naked and bent over this desk while you fuck his ass with a strap on. You like that? Speaking of which............"

At that The Warden pulled open a drawer in his desk and hauled out an imposing object that immediately sent a fear rushing through Gillian, it was a huge looking strap on dildo! By now, after all Gillian had gone through and done she was only too aware of what this would mean and looking at the intimidating guard she was more than capable of realising that it would be far better to be on her side rather than against her. The acceptance shone through in her eyes and the Warden got up to pass the dildo to Joannie.

"Here, you put it on and I'll position my chair so we can both get what we want."

So while the Amazon stepped into the adjustable harness and pulled it up between her legs and fiddled with adjusting it, the old man wheeled his leather armchair out from behind his desk and rolled it over in front of the statue still Gillian. He took out a cigar and lit it before settling into the chair and hauling down his trousers and shorts to reveal a raging hard cock that belied his age. However, as her eyes concentrated on that she was rudely whirled around and forced onto her knees, the large female guard barking at her.




Gillian's Descent Ch. 05



"Forget about that just now slut you better concentrate on getting this nice and wet 'cos I like giving all my 'special' prisoners a nice anal workout just to show them who is boss around here!"

A chilling thought indeed when Gillian adjusted her eyes to properly focus on the terrifically long and thick black plastic fake cock that was nearly poking her in the eye.

Gillian was getting depressingly familiar with this particular position, on her knees and about to get her face fucked. She briefly allowed herself to think back to just over a few months ago and her previous life as a young Police Commander on the rise within the force, positively zooming up the fast track to even greater glory and success, how could it have all come crashing down around her shoulders so quickly, how could so many people have hated her enough to subject her to all these terrible ordeals? And now this, her bright future she had envisioned for herself brushed away in a cruel set up and double cross, what choice did she have but to do what these perverts wanted and at least keep them happy?

The tall female guard stepped forward and the tip of the plastic cock touched Gillian's lips which yielded submissively immediately to allow it access.

"Looks like she knows just what to do Officer Lawler!", called out the Warden from behind her as he stroked his own penis in preparation for the prisoners mouth.

As if by answer the Amazon fastened her immensely powerful hands onto Gillian's bare shoulder blades and thrust her pelvis forward, filling her mouth with the first half of the twelve inches long plastic phallic instrument and Gillian tried, but couldn't prevent herself wondering how many other prisoners had had this thing in their mouths and assholes. But she could hardly allow herself such thoughts, she knew that she needed to get as much saliva on the thing before the officer decided she's had enough and from the smile on the woman's face it wouldn't be long. It wasn't, as after a few minutes of thrusting and jamming it into her mouth, which seemed designed even more to show Gillian exactly where her place was now, Joannie pulled it from her gasping mouth with a 'pop' and pointed with a firm finger for the red head to turn around and face away from her. Again obedience was the only available option.

Waiting for her when she turned around was the Warden with his dick standing up proud and erect and pointing right at her, he indicated that she should crawl over to him and just as he prepared to slip it into her mouth he hissed a warning.

"If I feel any fucking teeth then you will be on bread and water for your whole fucking stay here, understand?"

It was easy to believe he was not joking. She squeezed herself forward in order to get positioned to give her some degree of comfort but just as she settled into one and wet her nervous lips in preparation that was all thrown asunder as she felt her ass being smacked from behind then the ominous touch of saliva coated dildo press at her ass crack. Whether she opened her mouth to complain or say something else it did not matter as the Warden took the chance to push forward and inject his aging but rock hard dick into Gillian's mouth. Her eyes flicked up to meet his and as they did she felt the unmistakable feeling of the Amazon's dildo squeezing between her tight ass crack and nudging its way toward the opening of her anus. And then just as she rolled her tongue along the length of the disgusting, sweaty cock in her mouth she grunted as her whole body jolted forward with the force that the dildo was rammed into her ass at.

The irony of course was that prior to this nightmare starting Gillian was living the sexual life of a nun. Her job came first, always. Men, or sexual partners, were nothing compared to the rush of advancement and promotion. But on her descent to previously unimaginable depths sex was the driving factor and her body which had accommodated only a couple of men before had now been subjected to all manner of perversions from men, women and what she would have consider sub-humans (so sick and deprived were they). 

Maybe it was the whole stress and strain of the day (but she really didn't think so), maybe it was the sheer power of the woman thundering the thick plastic cock into her asshole but there was something different Gillian felt as she knelt there and took a pounding from both ends. I mean over the course of the past few months she had been fucked by all manner of degenerates in all kinds of ways and positions but here and now she was overcome by the sheer force of personality of the Amazon and as she tried to relax her ass to better accept Joannie's thrusts she almost forgot the dick plugging in and out of her lips. Which did not go unnoticed by the Warden and he plucked his member from her inattentive mouth and proceeded to slap it across her cheeks and nose to get her attention back.

"Don't fucking forget about me, eh bitch!"

Obediently, Gillian leaned her head forward enough to admit his slobbery cock and once again try to service it as best she could with her tongue and lips. It wasn't easy though as every second or so (such was the force that the butch guard was fucking her ass that Gillian's whole body shuddered forward with each powerful thrust. She was being spit roasted like a piece of meat on two, hard, ungiving skewers. Joannie was working herself up into quite the state, a never ending volley of invective and abuse spilling from her mouth as she ass fucked the former Policewoman. She especially loved the first time with fresh meat, making them see how far down the food chain they had actually fallen. Her pronounced sadistic streak took over here and she loved giving it to stuck up bitch like Gillian. Gripping her ginger hair in her rough hands, Joannie tugged back on it and rammed her thick plastic cock even deeper, reaching depths of Gillian's arse that had never been plumbed before.

"That's it slut, that's all you are now, our personal fuck toy and you'd better fucking remember it! You fucking jump when I say so, you shit when I so, you grovel when I tell you and you suck when I say! Understand cunt?"

It was a rhetorical question as with her mouth struggling to contain the old man's rigid as he pumped it into her cheek and unable to move her head due to the tight hold the guard had on her head she was not going to answer even if she wanted to. It was of no consequence anyway as the very next moment Warden Mansell grunted like a pig and his pelvis area spasmed up and Gillian's mouth began to fill up with the sticky, sour taste of his cum. The beautiful ex-policewoman pulled a face and his dick slipped from her lips causing the next few spurts of his sperm to splash in thick lines up and down her face, coating her features.

"Goddammit, you stupid fucking cunt, you are supposed to fucking swallow that! You fucking dumb bitch!"

The warden was furious and nearly slapped Gillian but restrained himself enough to just spit on her and snarl at her again.

"Well you can fucking leave it on your fucking face bitch! I mean it, if you even touch it then you'll fucking regret it!

In sympathy with her boss Joannie gave one final powerful thrust and pulled her dildo from her ass with a popping noise and marched around to stand next to her boss and present her sullied dildo to Gillian's gasping mouth.

"Let me punish her Warden. Good! For insulting him you can clean this thing for me, after all you're the dirty slut that messed it up."

As much as she did not want to do it, as much it was the nadir of all the degradations and humiliations up until now these two frightened her. The situation and place and uncertainty frightened her and with the Warden's cum slowly dribbling down both cheeks, Gillian obediently opened her mouth and allowed the vile instrument in and got to sucking and licking at it, trying desperately both to appease her new masters and to block out exactly what it was that she was doing. 

When, at last, her disgusting task was finally over Guard Lawler produced a thick, weather beaten, brown, leather dog collar and, without complaint, slipped it around Gillian's beautiful neck and roughly tightened it with a silver buckle.

It was not the first time Gillian had been forced to wear a collar during the course of this nightmare, she thought back to her experiences at the brothel and the big, fat pimp putting one on her and walking her out like a dog. But this felt different, this felt somehow permanent and lasting, as if she would never lose this one and the stigma that it symbolised. With the Warden's cum drying on her face Joannie tugged at her red hair so that she looked up into her harsh gaze.

"For your impudence you'll wear that until we decide otherwise, you should be happy though, it'll mark you down in the jail with the other inmates as my bitch and keep you safe from any attacks, of course if you want to take it off then you can but then no-one will know to leave you alone. Understand?"

Gillian gave a sad nod and dropped her eyes as the big guard tugged at the collar and tightened it further to the next hole in the leather.

"Now I'll take her out of your sight Warden, take her to her cell and introduced her to her new cell mates. Is her 'sponsor' still along there?" there was ill disguised annoyance in her tone for this last question.

"I believe so, he certainly hasn't come back here. It really sticks in my throat you know. This is my prison and I hate others having a say in what goes on but....."

He stopped short as it was apparent Gillian was showing some interest in his complaint.

"But let's not ruin the surprise eh? Go on Officer Lawler get the dumb bitch out of my sight. And remember missy next time you are lucky enough to be allowed to swallow my cum you'd better fucking well swallow the whole fucking load!"

With no further ado Joannie produced a dull and rusting chain from her jacket pocket and attached the clip end to the buckle of the collar and explained to the former Police Commander exactly how they were going to make their way to her jail cell.

"You can crawl like the dog you are all the way to your cell, and if you even try to wipe that mess from your face you'll be very sorry. Now get fucking moving!"

The final command was followed by a sharp tug on the leash that jerked Gillian onto all fours and the Amazonian guard marched out at a hell of a pace, forcing Gillian to scuttle along behind her as quickly as she could manage on all fours. Out the Warden's door and through the reception area she had to crawl humiliatingly past the Warden's receptionists desk and suffer her and another girl (possibly a youth trainee) laughing at her as she slunk past them. Along that long, grey corridor at a pace Gillian struggled to maintain than past a number of uniformed guards who smirked but knew better to say anything when they saw the fierce look on Officer Lawler's face (and a few had had the misfortune to have paid a physical price to annoying or irritating her) and standing aside and unlocking various door to admit them back into the main cell area.

The catcalls and whistles came again as they emerged into main area but they died down somewhat as they saw who it was that was walking the 'dog'. Joannie inspired fear and respect in everyone in the prison and most of the inmates had crossed her path before and were in no hurry to do so ever again. There was no reduction in her brutal pace and even the ultra fit Gillian was toiling now, especially when they reached the mesh covered steep metal stairs and Joannie power stepped up them.

"Come on bitch, keep up 'cos I'm not stopping, I'll drag your miserable carcass up these fucking steps all the way to the cell. And it's on the third fucking floor bitch!"

The journey seemed to never end, on and on it went, along those heavy mesh gangways and up the sharp, jutting stairs. It wasn't long before Gillian's palms and legs were aching and she could feel the metal mesh being patterned into her skin with every inch she crawled.. The collar, of course, was itching and digging in with every powerful step Joannie took and she never once altered her pace to give Gillian any respite. Finally, the guard came to a stop and faced to her left into a cell, whose door was slid over and stood invitingly open. The cell was brightly lit and had two beds on either side of the cramped interior and as Gillian lifted her head, panting and sweating from her physical exertions, she saw three figure inside. One lounging on each of the beds and one leaning against the back wall nonchalantly. They stopped speaking when they saw the two figures outside the cell and the man at the back of the cell pushed himself off the back wall and came forward to the door to greet them. Gillian mustered as much as she could of a glare at Sergeant Joe Dupree the ringleader of all the men who had wrought all this devastation on her perfect life. He appeared as smug as ever to her but there was just a trace of wariness about the massive female guard that stood appraising him with ill disguised contempt. But as much as Joannie would have liked to have wiped the smile of his face she knew the kind of individuals he was representing and knew better than to antagonise him, settling instead for handing him the leash and telling him she'd be along the corridor, ready to lock the cell when they were finished.

Once she had reluctantly moved away Dupree steppe forward to pull Gillian inside and she just had enough about her to recognise the two figures on the bunks as Jazz and Carly Moore, two black prostitutes that Gillian had carried out a vicious vendetta against in her earlier police career, her inherent and blatant racism driving her on to get as many convictions and charges against these two sisters and their friends and colleagues as she could. And she had enjoyed a huge chunk of success in her crusade, making sure they all knew that she was doing it because she despised them more than because it was her job. Seeing them she shuddered as Joe reached for her chin and forced her to look at him.

"Well, well Commander, look at you. I can see you are adjusting to prison life just fine. What's this mess on your face? Cum? Should have known a cock jockey like you wouldn't waste any time getting to work sucking cock in here. Still imagine what the other inmates think of you, a former Commander in the Police, the 'Iron Lady' no less, reduced to crawling through this place stark naked, like a dog and with cum drying on her face, what a comedown eh? Still I've got some good news for you, you're not going to be alone in your incarceration. I can see from the look on your face that you remember Jazz and Carly, well good news me and my friends in out little consortium have managed to get them transferred here for the last year or so of their sentence, they were especially delighted to learn that you would be their third cell mate. Weren't you girls?"

All Gillian saw were two nodding heads and two wide, beaming, white smiles flashed at her.

"Now I know the Warden and that big bull dyke are going to protect you if you play ball with them Miss Anderson but in this cell they don't really have the sway they normally would so in here you are theirs to do with as they like. Understand? What they say goes, you can try arguing if you like, I'm sure they'll appreciate physically showing you whose in charge. Now ladies, I must leave you to get on. Gillian. Enjoy the rest of your life!"

With a beaming smile he exited the cell and indicated to Guard Lawler to come and slam the door shut and ensure it was locked. He didn't miss the sour look on the guard's face as she did so or the look of anger that crossed her face as the two black women slid off their beds towards the still kneeling Gillian within the cell, but didn't really care. Joannie did though and determined there and then that this was not a scenario she would allow to continue indefinitely. For now though she had no choice and reluctantly turned her back and moved to escort the male policeman out of her prison.

Back in the cell Jazz had produced a metal pail from under the bed she had been laying on, it was filled almost to the brim with a foul smelling, sour yellow liquid that had an unmistakable aroma.

"Guess we'd better clean up your face bitch, wipe that cum off get you looking your best for us."

Carly had got herself behind Gillian and grabbed her head and propelled it towards the bucket, Gillian opened her mouth to argue just as her head met the surface giving her a lovely big mouthful to enjoy. As Carly held her face right in the overflowing pail she looked at her sister and smiled.

"Oh this is gonna be fun sis."

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Gillian's Descent Ch. 06



The prisoners bare feet slapped heavily against the cold, tiled floor as she walked under the lower arch and entered the corridor that led into Arkhall Prisons communal shower room. The prisoner was, of course, former Police Commander Gillian Anderson and this was a journey that she was becoming depressingly familiar with. She was naked except for the old leather dog collar locked around her neck and the rough grey towel she had over her right arm. She tried to fix a confident, hard look on her face, as if she was ready to deal with whatever faced her inside but it was difficult and only getting harder with every day and night spent, unfairly, in this infernal place.

Tough prison guard, Joannie Lawler, watched Gillian disappear into the block and wished desperately that she could enter with her and prevent this miscarriage that was going on inside her prison. Yes, it had been her that had placed the collar, so humiliatingly, around Gillian's neck during her induction to the jail. And yes, it had been her that had taken her cruel strap on dildo to the red head and shown her who ruled the roost in Arkhall. But over the thirty days or so since Gillian's arrival the tough dyke had grown to despise the web of corrupt officials that had orchestrated the former Commanders downfall and sexual degradation and grown to sympathise somewhat with her current plight. That being one of bitch to her two fellow cellmates, two former black prostitute sisters that Gillian had had a feud with earlier in her career, Jazz and Carly Moore.

Joannie stared lustfully at the creamy white skin of the naked prisoner, admiring how she had kept her athletic, hard figure so far despite the torments her cell mates had already subjected her to. Knowing that she was most probably walking into yet another trap and embarrassment, Joannie slapped her Billy glove against her leather gauntlet and made to move after Gillian. She had had enough of this, not this time, not on her beat. But she hadn't even made one step forward when a hand grabbed her shoulder and halted her. She whipped round angrily to curse but stopped short when she saw her boss, Warden Mansell holding her back.

"Not so fast Guard Lawler. I know it irks you but take my advice, don't get involved."

"But how can you let those bastards tell you what to do? I...."

"Easy Joannie. Because they are too many of them and they are too powerful for the likes of you or me to cross. Besides which Commander Anderson hardly helped us when she was in power did she? And lets just say I'm having it made worth my while to make sure those damn whores get to do what they want with her. So drop it and take my advice, don't get involved, OK?"

He led her away from the shower room entrance but knew it was not what she wanted and sensed that she would not let it go at that.

*

Inside the hot, steamy shower room Gillian was finding out that she was going to have her own personal audience for her morning shower. As she entered the large, square, tiled room she found that it was lined by around thirty, naked, waiting female prisoners. Their eyes on the newcomer expectantly. Gillian gulped and stepped forward to stand under a faucet and wait for the warm water to soak her but as she stood there in came Jazz and Carly, each girls ebony skin shining and wet and each sporting matching huge black strap on cocks at their crotches.

"Well, well if it isn't out personal bitch!" Jazz spoke mockingly as the two sisters approached Gillian, "You've come for a shower have you? Well we'll just make sure that you work up a decent sweat first!"

The two sisters were impressively intimidating as they approached their 'bitch'. Both were only short at 5'4" but had hard, muscled figures that rippled and both had big breasts with huge nipples that pointed out. Jazz had short dreadlocks while Carly had a more feminine single ponytail coming from the back of her sleek hair. The jutting, fake cocks just completed the appearance of hard ass bitches that they undoubtedly were. By now Gillian was more than aware of what was expected of her when either of her two Mistresses approached her and the formerly tough cop thought nothing of dropping to her knees submissively before them and lowering her gaze.

What a change from all those years ago when Gillian was working the streets as a vice cop and took so much pleasure busting the prostitutes as they whored their bodies. Oh she took particular pleasure getting the arrest on those coloured girls too, who could have guessed that circumstances would lead her to be their slave?

But the path she had been forced and coerced down, not to mention the thirty days she had endured with these two vengeful bitches had taught her and conditioned her well to not upset them any more than they already were. Jazz's strong fingers, led by her long fingernails, found the metal hoop at the front of the collar that Gillian wore, and hauled the white girl roughly to her feet. She stood there trying not to tremble as the two sisters fingers groped and probed Gillian's curvy body, their eyes on the audience of their fellow prisoners who were looking on intently. Carly had come up right behind Gillian now and was caressing her soft ass with a tenderness she had not experienced as yet from them when Jazz got right in Gillian's face, grabbed her red hair tightly and leered in her face.

"Are you ready to work up that sweat yet bitch?"

The other prisoners gathered were a specially selected bunch, one reason was to become clear later that morning but the other one was that they had all, in some way, been affected by Gillian's meteoric rise to the top of her profession. Few had directly been arrested by her but most had been arrested by her force and the woman represented to them the law and as such their hated enemy. They craned their necks to see the rest of the action from every angle possible.

What had happened was that as Jazz had goaded Gillian she had positioned her strap on cock perfectly and on the question mark of the question had thrust her plastic member right into, deep into her hairless, white pussy. Gillian gave an involuntary squeal at the penetration then a second one almost immediately as Carly moved behind Gillian and penetrated her into her waiting asshole. Gillian's body was split and her legs lifted with ease by the strong Jazz from the front and Gillian quickly realised that she was helpless and nothing more than a fuck puppet in a double penetration from the black bitches.

And a fuck puppet she was. A rag doll between two mean, snarling dogs. Carly and Jazz pounded into Gillian's body, grunting with the exertion and when they could find their breath they called Gillian every name they had since she had become the third member of their prison cell.

"Cop Cunt!"

"Slop out Slut!"

"Take it like the Pig you are!"

Practised in this manoeuvre Carly smoothly leaned back until she was sat on the wet tiles and Gillian sat atop her dildo, the whore still pummelling Gillian's asshole as she went. These twin dildos were mean pieces of moulded plastic, jet black, ten inches in length, veined and thick to match they stretched Gillian's twin holes to their full extent and this new position allowed both Carly and Jazz to push harder and deeper and it certainly was bringing a sweat and sheen to Gillian's pristine body. For her part, Gillian offered no resistance or complaint, she had long since realised and grudgingly accepted her fate, and place in life now. For one so powerful she was now lower than the shit on a gardeners shoes and nothing more or less than a plaything for those that had gathered against her.

The two sisters continued to fuck her on the shower floor for some more minutes against a backdrop of catcalls and encouragement from the other female prisoners surrounding them until at a nod from Jazz they simultaneously disconnected their dildos, still buried inside Gillian and presented their glistening wet pussies to Gillian's gasping mouth.

"Eat us out bitch! Lick my whore's pussy clean! That's all you are now, a cunt cloth for us!"

Vicious, nasty words indeed but they did nothing to dissuade Gillian from her task, she knew what they wanted and knew that not performing for them would be worse than this humiliation and so she shuffled forward, extended her tongue and got to work eating out these vile bitches. And they were sopping wet! Both were vindictive and had got off completely in treating Gillian in that way in front of their fellow cons and were on the verge of cumming themselves just from that feeling of power. Cumming on Gillian's face would be just the icing on their cake. Unlike Gillian both their pussy's were not so well groomed, in fact both were quite the hairy, dark bushes and Gillian's tongue had to plough through the wiry bristles to reach the soaking, sour cunt of Jazz and lap at it like an obedient dog. Jazz, for her part, held Gillian's head tight to her crotch and in fact rubbed her crotch crudely up and down on Gillian's tongue and face until seconds later she climaxed and sprayed out a stream of hot liquid from deep inside her all over Gillian's surprised face. Carly went next and as Gillian dropped onto her back, her face covered in their cum, Jazz ordered her to be still as she explained the final part of that mornings humiliation in all its gory glory to her.

"Lie there bitch! Lie still, don't move you're positioned just perfectly. Looks like you've worked up just the perfect sweat too! See now you need your shower. Girls come over here!"

Four of the selected audience came shuttling forward.

"Now these women haven't just been chosen to view this and participate because of their hatred for you and the police force you represent but also because they have nice, full, warm bladders!"

As Gillian listened to this news and digested what it must undoubtedly must mean the first four women surrounded her, she braced herself and screwed her eyes closed and pursed her lips. But that was to be escape.

"No! Your Mistresses do not want you to do that bitch! Be a good little bitch and keep your mouth and eyes nice and wide open."

Conditioning took over and Gillian obeyed her Mistress immediately just as the first women began to lose the tight control they had kept on their bladders and the first dribbles burst forth. Jazz and Carly stood back as the first four got started with the 'golden' shower that Gillian was to receive this morning and called some encouragement.

"That's it girls wash that sweat right off the bitch! And don't worry bitch, if they don't quite get the job done, there are another forty women here willing and eager to add to the shower....

*

Despite the Warden distracting her earlier, Joannie made sure to be there to witness Gillian's ignominious exit from the shower block. From the stench and the yellow sheen to her those bitches had obviously not allowed her to properly shower. She snarled and fumed at that, maybe she did try to convince herself that she was only annoyed that this was going on in her prison but she didn't succeed, if it been happening to some of the other prisoners she would not have been nearly so bothered. Right there and then she decided that Jazz and Carly had some severe payback coming their way. Joannie, for all her physical strength and the position she held was not the sharpest tool in the box otherwise she may have been more circumspect in her thinking or at least had a far more cunning plan than she almost immediately settled on. Still, in her defence, it would be a blunt message that should teach both sisters that they were not the only ones that could practise in extreme sexual domination. Never one to allow grass to grow under her, Joannie decided to do it that night after lock down and that is exactly what she did!

She recruited two of the less 'law-conscious' male guards and took them, to some degree into her plans for that night and as both were misogynistic, sadistic, chauvinistic bastards, guards Palmer and Masters. As could be imagined from previous descriptions, Joannie was no angel herself, not only 'treating' all newcomers to the same anal fucking that Gillian had received in the Warden's office but any inmate that had in anyway defied her iron rule had quickly been treated to a sharp attitude adjustment.

That night, immediately after shut down of the cells, Joannie and her two colleagues marched to the cell and removed Gillian, much to the sisters consternation as they had another evening of abuse and entertainment lined up. Joannie gave them no response just marched the former Policewoman away and to her confusion left her locked in an empty cell before making their way back to the sisters cell. And seeing the intimidating trio of guards, all palming their Billy clubs aggressively into their palms, suddenly Jazz and Carly were not the cocky, confident whores they had been for the last month or so. They might have had powerful sponsors out with these cell walls but that would be of little use to them here and now. 

"Right you black cunts! On your faces on the beds and hands behind your backs!"

It was not the type of voice that invited questioning and with her smiling cohorts almost begging the sisters to complain, both Carly and Jazz almost automatically did as bidden, the fear of what they might do if it was disobeyed very real to them. The two male guards were both in and straddling their backs and attaching stiff handcuffs before the sisters could find their voices. Of course, by then it was too late.

Joannie called her men back for the moment, to their obvious disappointment, they were only too keen to give these bitches a good seeing to. But even that desire was overcome by the men's intimidation at the Amazon, Joannie's reputation was not to be trifled with, neither was her strong, muscular frame. Stepping forward between the two cots (Gillian was made to sleep on the stone cold floor usually) Joannie was an intimidating sight all right. Dressed in her shiniest leather coat and with regulation leather gauntlets and high boots, her jet black hair straight and severe she represented the sisters worst nightmares at that point. Joannie squatted down between them and grabbed both their heads to force them to turn their heads and look at her. Although her dark red lips smiled at them in turn, it was a cold, heartless smile which indicated no good at all.

"Seeing as how you sluts missed out on my normal initiation for all new prisoners I thought I'd better introduce you to life in here properly!"

"No wait, you dumb bitch, this isn't right, we're here because........."

Jazz got no further as a pair of Joannie's frilly pink knickers (despite her exterior she just adored frilly panties) was shoved in her mouth to muffle her protests.

"Now that sure ain't prison etiquette is it? Let me tell you how this is gonna work bitches. You do what we tell you to and shut up about it, right? We're gonna have some fun at your expense maybe show you what your little ginger bitch has been suffering from, eh?"

Both sisters bit off scowls at the big Amazon. There was no way they could argue, they were handcuffed and helpless all that was left was to nod their heads and prepare themselves to find out what it was like being on the receiving end for once. 

"Good! Boys why don't you get back in here and introduce these 'sistas' to the joys of cock. I bet with being locked up in here they've forgotten what it was like having a white dick jammed up their asses!"

Guards Palmer and Masters were already more than ready and as Joannie retreated to the sliding barred door of the cell to direct and watch the action they clambered atop the bunks, straddling the back of the whores thighs. While Joannie had been explaining the 'facts of life' here they had both been growing major erections, this was just the kind of scenario which aroused them. Two quick flicks of their zippers and a couple of thick, hard 8" cocks were out in the open and jutting rigidly at their targets. And those prison issue trousers did not take very much work to whip down around the sisters ankles then off completely. Both girls knew they were screwed (or were about to be!) and with their hands helpless behind their backs could do nothing but lie there and wait for penetration. It wasn't long in coming.

This pissed Carly and Jazz off in so many ways. They were whores on the outside, yes, but nonetheless they were used to being the ones in control, calling the shots, and more than that when this duty of punishing that bitch Commander Anderson had come up they had been promised all kinds of protection. Where the hell was it now!

Not that that mattered right then as the two heavy men were parting their assholes wide, pulling back on their hair and inserting their cocks deep into their assholes. As the men gathered pace both women screwed their eyes closed to try and block out what was going on and actually missed Joannie walking down between the cots again with just the biggest, meanest, thickest plastic dildo jutting obscenely from her crotch. Yes she was going to enjoy this night and these bitches were going to be taken down a few pegs or so.....

*

Back in the cell alone, Gillian was taking what advantage she could of the solitude, she had experienced precious little of it since her sentence had begun. She didn't really question why the big female guard had taken her from that cell of torment, she didn't care it gave her the break she was needing and rather than waste time contemplating it she just lay on the cot and rested. Secure, at least until that barred door was reopened, that no one was going to be using and abusing her exhausted body. Since she had been entered into the cell with the two sisters her existence had been nothing short of miserable. Their powerful benefactors had given them almost carte blanche to do what they wanted to break the former policewoman's spirit completely. And maybe they had, she was little more than their obedient slave now. Only a few short months ago Gillian had been a sharp (too sharp as it happened), focused, driven, successful career woman on her way to the top. Now? Now, on her good days, she was little more than a white, punk ass bitch to her two sadistic black Mistresses.

She was woken from her half rest by the cell door clanging open. Instantly, she was awake and alert and staring at the dark entrance, bracing herself for whatever or whoever was coming in. It had been a nice break but she had known it wouldn't last. When she lifted her sad eyes it was to see the tall, imposing figure of Guard Lawler strut into the cell, dressed head to toe in her sinister black outfit and still with her mammoth strap on dildo jutting freakishly from her crotch. Gillian shuddered at the sight.

But as Joannie closed the door and walked towards Gillian she pulled off the dildo and dropped it at the foot of the bed, Gillian could not help but stare at it.

"Don't worry prisoner, I just brought it to show you what your two black 'benefactors' have been dealing with tonight!"

Whatever reaction she expected it was not that of Gillian curling her arms around her legs and still shying away from the implement. Joannie bent and picked it up again, holding it up for Gillian to see it was still glistening, her hand struggling to fit all the way around its circumference. With frightened, almost child like eyes, such a contrast to her days as a hard nosed cop, Gillian looked into the guards eyes and barely whispered.

"Why?"

Because I didn't like them, I didn't like what they were doing in my prison and because I didn't like what they were doing to you...."

In that broken moment their eyes met and lingered longer than they should have, Joannie dropped the plastic cock on the stone floor and reached her hand to Gillian's soft, white cheek, cradling in and softly stroking it. Without thinking she bent in close and gently kissed Gillian full on her soft lips. She had never done this with another prisoner and didn't know why now, maybe it was pity that had triggered it but whatever she just wanted to protect Gillian from her troubles and make her safe and sound. Gillian reacted to the kiss in kind and returned the soft urgent pressing of lips, after all the horrors and ordeals she had endured to be shown love and an element of kindness was like a relief to her and she was not about to deny it.




Gillian's Descent Ch. 06



Not to be forced to do this was like a tonic for Gillian and she allowed the guards strong hands to explore her soft body, caressing her fulsome breasts, squeezing her round bottom and fondling her pubic mound, before long the two of them were away from that grim place, that jail cell in a tough prison and alone in each others arms. Joannie soon lost her uniform and allowed Gillian to explore her hard, muscular body in kind before the two women wrapped themselves up in their arms and soon their tongues were exploring all their orifices. They French kissed for long enough before Gillian dropped to her knees and ran her wet tongue down the guards breasts and stomach before delivering orgasmic oral sex that had both panting and squealing to a messy climax before the favour was returned and the two collapsed to recover in each others tender arms. They allowed themselves to gently doze off into a contented sleep.

*

They were still fast asleep in each others naked arms when the group of men, led by the Warden, filed silently into the cell. He stood just out of Joannie's reach with his arms behind his back as he waited for them to become aware of their presence. Which they did when one of the six guards behind him coughed.

Joannie came to first, for a brief moment foggy and unsure of her surroundings then instantly she knew and she sat up sharply, desperately trying to cover her exposed tits and pussy. The Warden gave her a rueful smile.

"Don't worry Guard Lawler, seen it all now."

Gillian was conscious now and through sticky eyes she asked what Joannie couldn't.

"W-What is this?"

"That's easy Prisoner Anderson, we've come here to arrest Guard Lawler."

"A-Arrest her, for what?" Gillian balefully asking the questions as Joannie tensed and waited carefully.

"For the rape and murder of Prisoner #546731, a Miss Gillian Anderson, you!"

Joannie sprung at the Warden, she didn't know what this was, obviously the coalition that had set Gillian up had bought him off. The Warden was ready though, and as the super tough, muscular Amazon sprang at him he brought out the tazer gun from behind his back and jammed it into her right breast, pulling the trigger and sending the volts flying through her shocked body.

She flopped to the floor and although still conscious she couldn't even speak as the guards crowded around her and started to cuff and drag Gillian away. The Warden towered over his previous right hand woman and shook his head.

"You really shouldn't have fucked those damned black whores, you really shouldn't."

And with that admonishment he jabbed the tazer into Joannie and zapped her until the dangerous woman was rendered unconscious and as helpless as a kitten.

*

It was time to put an end to this. Joe Dupree and all his fellow members of the coalition that had been formed to teach Gillian Anderson a life changing lesson had had their fun and were all now tiring of it. She had to be put out of reach and all the loose ends neatly tied up, so that is exactly what happened over the next few weeks, and with the collective power of the men behind this set up oiling the wheels of justice that was all too easy.

Joannie Lawler, former model prison guard, was bewildered at the speed of her arrest, fit up and sentencing. Of course, that is what having the coroner, Police Chiefs and lawyers and judges in the city on your side will do. She never found out what really had happened to Gillian once the Warden had zapped her unconscious and knew that the charges and descriptions read out in court were full of crap. She fumed and strained against the strong cuffs and chains that held her as the prosecution described how she was a brutal sadist who delighted in tormenting new prisoners and how she had taken particular attention on the pretty, red-headed former Police Commander. Other prisoners, including Carly and Jazz, described how Joannie would humiliate and debase Gillian daily and how the violence escalated until that fateful night in the cell.

"This huge, powerful female Guard, Miss Lawler took the victim from her cell and led her to the cell where she would kill her, execute her if you like" the prosecutor explained solemnly.

"From there we can only go with the forensic evidence and the aftermath of what was left in the cell to construct exactly what occurred in that cell that night. There is clear physical evidence that Guard Lawler abused her position and used her baton to beat prisoner Anderson, that when she tired of beating her she handcuffed her wrists behind her back and then proceeded to use this instrument (producing the obscene strap on dildo that Joannie had used on Carly and Jazz) to rape her defenceless victim. And then in the cruellest act of all this vile woman stood the handcuffed and defenceless prisoner on a stool, placed a noose around her head and as she raped her she kicked the stool from under her and allowed her to die. In effect Guard Lawler acted as judge, jury and executioner."

It was the perfect fit up and it took only minutes for Joannie to be found guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment. It should be no surprise to discover that she was sent back to Arkhall facility to serve her time in the midst of all the women she had previously guarded. Super strong Amazon or not, as she drove through the desert towards her fate she knew, deep down, that this would be bad, real bad.

On her return to the jail, this time as convicted felon, Joannie was led, in chains and stark naked, through the jail and taken to the hall that was used as a gym hall. There in the centre of the room was a vaulting horse that seven of the male guards who Joannie had previously terrorised took great pleasure in draping her over and tying her arms and ankles to the legs of the horse, presenting her mouth , ass and pussy to anyone nearby. They left her there alone, but not before taking the time to describe in detail what each of them would be doing to her during her extended stay as a prisoner in the jail.

As Joannie digested that news and tried in vain to shift her bonds the silence of the gym was broken by the entrance of the Warden. He walked slowly towards her and squatted to look in her eyes as he spoke.

"You know it's a damn shame. It really is. You were a hell of a guard and if you could only have kept your fucking nose out of things you still would be. Still, I always did wonder what it would be like to fuck you, to have you, so strong and powerful, be nothing than my fuck toy. I always did wonder if you took it in the ass!"

Well he had to wonder no longer as he squeezed his long, thin cock deep into said asshole and taking Joannie's long, dark hair in his hands he began to fuck her doggy style.

"Hmmm, just as invigorating as I imagined that it would be, just like breaking a wild stallion I would think."

Joannie did not respond, instead she gritted her teeth and determined not to give the old bastard the satisfaction of getting to her. She succeeded too, after all she was a tough cookie, born into a hard, tough family and graduated through the school of hard knocks, but this was a fight she knew, deep down, she could never survive never mind win. And the small victory that was not conceding anything to the Warden ass he pumped his dick in and out of Joannie's asshole was about to be proven totally meaningless.

As Joannie lay there, prone across the vaulting box, she looked up (as much as her position allowed her to anyway) and saw that she had been positioned so that she was facing the door to the gym and as the Warden continued to pump her the door swung open and two guards entered and what followed them sent shivers down the tough woman's spine. In almost a perfect line entered a whole series of female prisoners, all stark naked and all, without exception, sporting huge strap on dildos and each took the time to smile malevolently at Joannie as they entered before lining up around the walls of the square room. Joannie recognised them all, she had given each and every one her one special brand of 'initiation' to her prison in her time and as physically dominant and impressive as she was there must have been nearly eighty of them by the time the last one filed into the room. But there were still two to come. Followed into the room by four more armed guards came Carly and Jazz.

They walked slowly towards Joannie, making sure eye contact was established and held with her. Whether their strange gait as they walked was as a result of that encounter with Joannie and her guards or whether that was just the impression they were trying to create she didn't know. Each sported a strap on dildo of their own but these two dwarfed even the massive ones that the rest of the prisoners wore. Silently, they stopped inches from Joannie's face and smiled at her current situation – the Warden almost reaching the point of cumming deep inside her. Both girls were wearing matching black, leather dominatrix outfits and carrying matching canvas bags on their shoulder which they proceeded to lay down and empty onto the hard floor just below Joannie's face.

First out was a roll of barbed wire, then a selection of silver handcuffs, a bull whip, a riding crop, an orange ball gag, a pair of jump leads for a car, an electric shaver, a cattle prod, a pair of pliers, a baseball bat, a load of lube, a modified ink pen usually used by cons to make their own home made tattoos, a cigarette lighter and a piss stained funnel. It was a collection of items that froze Joannie's blood, especially in the hands of these two vindictive whores who she had treated in the manner she had. But her thought were interrupted by the grunts and straining of the warden as he finished cumming up her ass.

When he finally regained his composure he informed Joannie that Carly and Jazz were to be her new cell mates and that she'd be obeying them completely, whether she wanted to or not!

"That's right cunt!" spat Jazz, holding Joannie's chin in her hand, " You're gonna be our little prison bitch! Do what we say, when we say and how we say! And we got plenty revenge lined up for you bitch! Take our word for it slut before long you will be happy to eat the shit straight from out assholes if we tell you to!"

And the worst thing was that, as Joannie lay there sweating and frustrated almost to the point of sobbing, she knew that they would and knew that with all the resources at their disposal and all the time they wanted to do it properly, breaking her indomitable spirit and making her their feeble bitch. She had seen it happen too many times in prison, just not to this extreme degree. She really was fucked.

The two black sisters stalked behind Joannie, meaning she wasn't able to see what they were up to, their heavy black boots clicking loudly on the stone floor as they went. She felt her ass being roughly pawed and then these chilling words.

"But before we get started all these other ladies have some revenge to get too. They want their pound of flesh as well. After all it is only fair, you gave each of them their anal initiation when they were new fish in the prison well tonight it's their payback, they get to return the favour. Ladies! If you want to form a queue back here and get some of that lube, you'll all get your turn tonight. Now who's first?"

*

Gillian Anderson awoke to birds singing and bright sunlight streaming through a window in the room she lay in. She smelled of flowers and perfume, her hair was at it's most luxurious and she felt as if emerging from a long dreamless sleep. For the briefest of moments she could not think who she was or remember the horrors of the past few months. She felt so refreshed and invigorated, clean was the word. She felt clean! But as she rolled to her side and sleepily sat on the edge of the bed, glorying in the warm rays of sunshine cascading in through the barred windows her memory slowly returned. Her mind was still foggy as if it had been drugged and she wiped at her eyes tying to inject some life into them. Looking around the room again it certainly made a pleasant change from the dull grey of that godforsaken jail cell she had called home, but the thought of the cell focussed her on the bars at the window and already she was suspicious about this place. She slipped off the bed and grabbed a red silk bathrobe which she tightly wound a belt around before checking the room out further and trying the handle of the door. She was half surprised when it gave way easily and swung open and she found herself in a corridor. Hearing dishes clatter to her left she followed the noise, her mind racing as to where she was and what was going on.

Her body and mind felt so lethargic but with each step hope came forth, perhaps she had somehow escaped her own personal hell. Perhaps that collection of bastards who had set her up had relented, she started to remember vaguely the latest happenings in the prison and her night with the female guard as she came to the room where a clatter of dishes and cups was. She peered through the doorway and almost at once was hauled in by the grabbing hands of a small, coloured man who pulled her gently to the wooden table and bench that dominated the room (obviously a kitchen), she tried to speak to him but he waved her away and chattered on in a foreign voice. Suddenly, she was overtaken with hunger and she wolfed the plate of fruit placed before her. As she finished she looked up to see that she was being stared at by a sexy dressed young Hispanic girl. The girl had sultry looks, her dark, curly hair cascading over her eyes and shoulders, she was chewing gum furiously and staring a hole through Gillian.

"Who are you? Where is this? What is this?"

The girl may have smiled but it was hardly reassuring, she sauntered over to Gillian and grabbed her hand and led her from the table and through another door. The sun never reached this room and the light was diffused by streams of cigarette smoke. Sitting around the large room on various garish sofas and settees were a range of Hispanic and South American women in various states of undress. Gillian had been around enough to recognise whores and prostitutes and these women were undoubtedly that, and this was obviously a whorehouse South of the border.

"Where are you honey? You're in Hell, baby! You're in Hooker Hell!"

THE END



Gillian's Descent



"Ah Commander Anderson it is so nice to finally meet you, I have admired you from afar for so long." 

Gillian could hardly hide her disgust, not only was this creep blackmailing her but her was obviously a foreigner, of Hispanic decent, my god could she ‘do it' with him? She moved forward expecting him to back away and give her admittance to the room but he stood firm and she just bumped into him.

"Come on, aren't you going to let me in? Someone may see me!"

"It is indeed glad that you are so desperate to enter my room, however, I want to see that you are indeed willing to do as I say. Remove that bra, let me gaze upon those fleshy orbs of yours, let me see those titties and I will allow you to enter."

Gillian was exasperated. She hated to be bossed around and by this man. The thought fairly turned her stomach. He smiled at her, his swarthy face opening to reveal a set of white teeth below his droopy moustache.

"Oh! Very well!" 

She consented, just desperate to get this over.

She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, aware of how humiliating this was to her. Someone would pay dearly for this! She pulled the straps forward and handed it to him and covered her breasts with her hands but he just wagged finger and told her to put her hands by her sides. She did so unwillingly, aware that anyone could come along the corridor at anytime. As she did so her reached forward a pair of rough, big hands that grabbed her breasts and kneaded them harshly. Before speaking to her again.

"Very good, you are indeed a most enjoyable bitch. You will do well I feel. Now to gain entrance get down on your knees and kiss my shoes."

"What? No I won't!"

But even as she spoke she was dropping down. She knew she had to do what he said to get this over with and was realising he wouldn't be reasoned with. And as she knelt, topless in the corridor outside the door a young couple came along the corridor, laughing and obviously drunk. They stopped and contemplated the topless redhead and carried on past her laughing and she heard the girl saying "must be a whore." Gillian burned with shame and completed the action of kissing the man's patent leather shoes and he finally stood back to let her inside. The sound of him closing and locking the door behind her filled her with a sense of dread.

"Come on, you can stand up now. Here take a drink."

He handed her a glass full of champagne and Gillian after all she had gone through that evening felt that she needed it and downed it all in one fell swoop. She handed the glass back to her host and tried to retake some initiative in the situation.

"You know who I am, believe me I will find out who you are, I will find out who you are working with. Stop this now before it goes any further. I can just leave and we can forget this ever happened."

Jose just smiled widely at her and shook his head ruefully. He spoke as if to a hard of hearing child.

"I do not think so Commander. You have been told what the consequences of not doing what you are told are and you have obeyed up until now. You will find it easy to continue that. After all, I assure you, it will be most pleasurable to your body. I have a way with strong women you know. You are so attractive, it will be great fun I think for me also."

She fumed and accepted a second glass of champagne and again downed it rapidly.

"So what do you want then you creep, me to lie on the bed with my legs apart so you can have your fun? Is that it? Fine."

Whether the drink (which he had laced earlier by Jose) was starting to take effect or she had finally resigned herself to her fate it did not matter because she did just what she had said, Quickly unbuttoning her police trousers and flinging them on the ground to be swiftly followed by her white socks and panties until she was stark naked and she flopped onto her back on the hotel bed and held her legs open defiantly, fairly snarling at the man.

"Come on then you bastard! What are you waiting for? You wanted to fuck me, come on let's get it over with!"

Jose just smiled knowingly at her and took off his jacket.

"Oh my dear you do not realise how sexy you are when you are angry. I want to ravage you right there, but that is not what I planned. No I want to see you, Miss Powerful Policewoman brought to her knees before me. Come, it is your mouth that will honour me first!"

The actions that followed his smug words were to tear off his shirt, revealing a hairy, muscular chest and also to unbutton his trousers. Gillian closed her eyes and wondered again at why she had to do this, but was too committed to back down now and slid off the bed, onto her knees and shuffled over before the disgusting man. She braced herself and tried to get some saliva on her tongue as she prepared to taste her first cock in more than five years. He obviously wanted her to pull his shorts off so she did so with a sour look on her face that did not improve at sighting the hairy, greasy pole of hardening meat that rose to meet her at eyes level.

"Come on Commander Anderson, I've waited a long time and paid a lot of money for this moment. Suck me! Suck your Master!"

‘Her Master?' thought Gillian, what the fuck was this freak on? But she had no further time for reflection on this as he jabbed his stiff dick inside her mouth and she stretched her lips to accept it and slowly, unenthusiastically work it with her tongue. Which, as it happens was a mistake, as it just annoyed Jose and he plunged his dick deep into her throat and brought on an automatic gag reflex that ended up covering his cock in a mixture of bile and saliva, which he continued to bang into her mouth with or without her assistance.

He took the cock from her mouth and bounced it on her lips and chin, covering her in more of her own slobber and whatever came from his cock. He used his cock like a toothbrush against the length of her teeth and took great pleasure at putting it at such an angle that her cheek bulged where his helmet pushed at the inside. He wiped his messy cock against her hair and her ear and fairly got off on dragging his member right across the humiliated officers face. Gillian just knelt there and allowed him to do it all, her job meant that much to her.

He physically lifted her up and dumped her on the bed with her legs spread wide open, he got his face in close to her pussy and invaded her by spreading her pussy lips and delving two fingers inside and probing at her hole.

"What is wrong Commander? You are not wet. Do I not excite you? Do I not turn you on? Would you rather I used narcotics? I believe you like stimulants to get you off more!" 

Gillian grimaced and bit her tongue, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reply but as his rough fingers continued to manipulate her sensitive vaginal skin she could not prevent herself from squirming at his touch and letting out a low moan. She hated herself for reacting like this but it was instinctive and could not stop it, nor when he dug his fingers deeper into her and she could feel herself get wetter and his digits slid in easier and easier.

"That's better. Now you're getting into it. Lets see if you can take my cock in there!"

He had no protection on and she wasn't taking any contraception but Gillian could not find it in her to argue with him again and be warned about not obeying again. He held her legs apart at the ankles and easily slipped his erect cock into her and began to fuck her.

Gillian felt a mess of emotions. On the one hand this was abhorrent to her, to be treated like this, to be used in this manner, little more than a slab of meat to pleasure this man. But then her body had not experienced this for a long time. She had not had a proper boyfriend for so long now, marrying herself to the force and the job and concentrating all her energies on that. And her body was reacting to the prompting from Jose, it was moving to match his thrusts, her nipples were now stiffening and sensitive, her pussy was getting slicker and wetter by the minute. With little to be gained by fighting the situation and her own feelings she gave into them and suddenly came to life, growling at the swarthy South American and violently exhorting him.

"Come on you bastard! Is that all you've got, I can take a whole lot more!"

Jose smiled a cruel smile and hammered harder into the pelvis of his sex partner his hands reaching out and roughly groping her fleshy tits. Mauling them and grinding his teeth with the effort of fucking this hot bitch as hard as he wanted to.

"You talk too much Police bitch! I have a much better use for that mouth!"

He proceeded to demonstrate that use again by taking his sloppy cock from her pussy and manhandling her down the bed until her mouth was by his groin and he shoved his dick into her mouth again, making her lick and suck her own pussy juices from his dick.


"You want more slut?"

Gillian's answer was animal like, a grunt and moan that could be taken for anything but her legs opened easily enough when the slimy cock was removed from her gasping mouth.. She allowed herself to be flipped easily onto her front and felt that hard length of man meat drive right up inside her from behind, a deep doggy style fucking in progress. He reached forward to pull back on her mussed up red hair and used it almost like reins as he pounded into her pussy and enthusiastically slapped her ass with ease stroke of his cock. There was nothing she could do but surrender to the feelings of sexual excitement her body was undergoing, all her inhibitions and defences gone. But as excited as she felt a cold shiver still ran up her spine when she felt the man's finger start to probe at her tight asshole. Suddenly this tough, hard nosed, professional woman was reduced to whimpering and trying to beg him not to take her ass, that had always been a taboo that she had never considered, even during her experimental student days.

But she couldn't get the words out, she was too pre-occupied with the fucking she was taking and his finger squeezed right up her anus and snaked it's length inside pushing at her ass walls and preparing her. Then in a flash he whipped his dick from Gillian's pussy and drove it into her ass and began to fuck her tight asshole. He jammed himself into her, bollock deep and maintained his tight grip on her red hair and pulled himself deeper into her. He was nearing climax now and seemed to know it, his pace quickening and then pulling himself free only to turn her around and shove his cock into her waiting mouth.

"Awww! Look at the proud Police Commander sucking my cock that has just been deep in her ass. Go on bitch, taste your ass!"

Gillian took it all now, too tired to argue and she felt his cock explode and spray sticky cum in her mouth and then further spurts over her face, leaving trails of thick cum coating her face and to finish Jose used his fingers to feed the loose cum into her mouth before heading to the bathroom.

The stress and the tension of the day, coupled with her physical exertions and the large glasses of champagne she had downed all seemed to combine at once to take their toll on Gillian and she rolled over and fell asleep almost immediately. Maybe it was just her body's way of escaping the horror that the day had been.

She awoke some hours later to find the hotel room deserted, all signs of Jose were gone and her clothes (complete with the shirt she had dumped in the park bin were neatly laid out and folded on the small wooden table in the room). As memories of the night before flooded back to her she quickly got dressed and got out of that godforsaken room as swiftly as she could. She would begin her investigations into who Jose was and who had set her up later that day and was already slipping back into the tough exterior that had seen her advance so rapidly in the police force, last night would be a one-off, never to occur again and the perpetrators would suffer for what they had done.

Though tired, she resisted the temptation to go into work late. To her that would be tantamount to showing the bastards that they had won, and that was never going to happen. She showered, symbolically washing away the stains of last night from her body and mind and dressed in her most professional looking suit. She power dressed and power marched her way into the station, her face like granite. She marched to her room and closed the door behind her, letting out a big sigh of relief that she had made it back to the safety and security of her office. But that relief was short lived as she saw another brown parcel on her desk. She stood frozen for a moment then ferociously tore it open to have two tapes drop out and a computer printed note, she read it breathlessly.

"AS PROMISED YOU'LL FIND THE ORIGINAL TAPE OF YOU AND MR. DAVIS HERE, YOU HAVE MY WORD THAT IS THE ONLY OTHER COPY IN EXISTENCE. WELL DONE IN MAKING JOSE'S NIGHT COMMANDER. THE SECOND TAPE, HOWEVER, IF YOU CARE TO WATCH IT IS A TREMENDOUSLY SHOT AND EDITTED VERSION OF LAST NIGHTS EVENTS IN ROOM 306. WE'VE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT WORKING ON IT SO I HOPE YOU APPRECIATE OUR EFFORTS. BY NOW I'M SURE YOU'LL BE MAKING PLANS TO INVESTIGATE JOSE AND FIND OUT WHO HE IS. WELL THERE'S NO NEED, HE WAS BOOKED IN UNDER HIS REAL NAME JOSE GONZALEZ. HE'S 33, FROM COLUMBIA ORIGINALLY AND A LIBRA, I'M GLAD THE TWO OF YOU GOT ON SO WELL. OH, I FORGOT TO SAY HE'S ALSO A CONVICTED DRUG TRAFFICER, HAS JUST BEEN RELEASED FROM AN EIGHT STRETCH IN MIAMI. AND HIS GANG WAS SUSPECTED OF ORGANISING A DRUG RUN OFF THE EAST COAST LAST NIGHT BUT LUCKY JOSE'S GOT AN ALIBI, EH?"

Gillian collapsed into her plush, leather chair and re-read the note with increasing incredulity and horror on her face, this was becoming even more of a nightmare. She saw signs of writing on the back of the not and folded it over to read the final part.


"SO MISS HIGH AND MIGHTY DRUG CZAR, HOW DO YOU THINK YOUR BOSSES AND COLLEAGUES WOULD REACT TO YOU SPENDING THE NIGHT WITH A CONVICTED DRUG RUNNER WHILE HIS GANG MADE ONE OF THE BIGGEST IMPORTS OF THE LAST DECADE? I'D THINK YOU'D FACE A THOROUGH INVESTIGATION, MAYBE EVEN CHARGES. BE AT THE SAME PHONE AS LAST NIGHT AGAIN IN TWENTY MINUTES, OR ELSE THEY WILL BE GIVEN ALL THIS EVIDENCE"

Almost in a daze Gillian explained she wasn't feeling well and like a zombie walked back to her car and drove to the pay phone. She waited two minutes before it rang into life and the voice from last night spoke again, giving her no chance to comment.

"Well done Commander, you really seem to be learning some obedience at last. Now if you want to keep your rendezvous from last night secret you're gonna have to do the first full honest, days work of your life."

"What are you talking about you creep?"

"I'm so insulted Commander, but never mind. What I mean is that in a minutes time a black limousine will pull up alongside you ready to take you for a days work at a specially selected brothel. You do that day and obey your pimp for the day and no-one ever finds out about Jose. You don't get in and guess what tomorrow's headlines are. Your choice Commander. Speak to you soon."

The line went dead and Gillian turned to her right to see a long, black car pull up beside her. She hesitated for a second then walked reluctantly to the opening door and got inside........

NEXT: A Day at the Brothel.