0 comments/ 254950 views/ 17 favorites Prisoner By: Selene As the days grew into weeks, I actually found myself relaxing into my new routine. When first they'd taken me I would never have thought this possible. Yet now, only a few weeks later - but how many, how many... I had no way of knowing. At first of course I'd been drugged and I didn't know how long I'd been out. There were still drugs... and they had ways of administering them that were unavoidable. I gave a small involuntary shudder. Yet, now... whenever now was... there was something almost soothing about the unrelenting routine. I didn't have to think... I was actively discouraged from thinking... I was not a person any more, as they kept telling me, I was now a thing, a toy, their toy, their plaything, and as long as I was useful and fun to play with they'd look after me - after their fashion. The threat implicit in all their actions, in all their words, and in everything they did not say and do, was that once I ceased to amuse them, my life was forfeit. They could hardly return me to the world, to my world - my safe, sane world, so far off now it seemed, that world where women went about their business and were not suddenly snatched in broad daylight, kept drugged for who knows how long, and forced to service an unceasing parade of men... and at all other times kept chained and confined in a box, padded, dark, sense-depriving... half-starved, wholly-disoriented, naked, whipped, at the whim of a faceless procession of masters, none of whom ever identified himself or made any human overtures. They were distinguishable by their differing heights, girths, by the sizes and tastes of their cocks, by the timbres of their voices; but for the remarks they made, and the way they chose to use me, they might all have been clones or cybermen... Although I had plenty of time to think, immured in my box, somehow the thoughts didn't gel... thinking had become hard work, my brain resisted. If I was to start thinking about my situation, really thinking, I'd go mad.... Sanity demanded that I become what they wanted, a creature with basic physical needs that were being satisfied, a creature with certain desirable talents that were being fully exploited... So I lay there, the tube from my urethra slowly dripping my own piss into my mouth - their neat solution to the problem of what I should do if I needed to urinate whilst locked in my box - feeling the soreness in my arse, the bruising in my cunt and on my thighs, the throbbing of the weals criss-crossing the greater part of my body... but I didn't think, no, I made myself an unthinking, insensate organism, a simpler form of life, an amoeba perhaps, but no longer a person, no longer human. I was less than human now... slightly more than a thing but not much. Hours passed in my airless prison and I dozed them away, grateful for the peace, the cessation of demand. Yet when they came for me I'd be equally grateful for my release, for the freedom - momentarily - to stretch my limbs; even for the human contact, although that was of the basest sort. No light penetrated the box in which I lay and even temperature changes were minimal. I never knew what hours were passing or whether they came for me by day or by night. My world was one of total darkness alternating with electric light; there were no windows in my world, no world beyond the four walls of my room, a room with a door which had no handle on the inside. I never heard the door being opened. The first I'd know that it was time for me to resume my duties was when the lid was lifted and the light from the low-wattage bulb hanging from the ceiling dazzled my eyes anew. Quickly, impersonally, methodically, hands unlocked the padlocks holding me by my wrist and leg irons to the framework of the box. The irons stayed in place, however, as they lifted me from my prison. There was no need for them - there was no way I could escape the room, there were always half-a-dozen of them and I was no match for even one of them. I suppose they kept me in irons because it amused them to see me so much at their mercy, because of the increased discomfort the irons afforded me and the way in which they emphasised to me my status as prisoner and victim. Likewise with the metal collar they'd rivetted around my neck shortly after my capture, and the rings with which they'd pierced my nipples, labia and clitoris. All were marks of their ownership and my abject dependance. Before... in the world... I'd never even had my ears pierced - I'd had a horror of piercing... Now it was made clear to me that my body was theirs to do as they liked with, it was not mine to be adorned as I wished. The metal belt around my waist had also been rivetted permanently into place. Clearly, all too clearly, I was here for keeps. Today - tonight? - events followed their usual course. Suddenly the lid was lifted and I was temporarily blinded by the light as they unlocked and lifted me from the box. I allowed myself to be handled, my muscles all relaxed, limp, I made myself as much like the doll they desired as was possible. I knew better than to look directly at any of them and kept my gaze averted. They were all masked in any case but even so, my untutored examination of them in my early days here had resulted in some vicious punishment. Although I didn't look at them directly now, I registered that today there were eight of them and that one of them was familiar to me, I recognised his peculiarly hairy legs and feet. No doubt the others had all had the pleasure also but I didn't recognise their legs... Apart from the masks, the men were all clothed similarly in white towelling bathrobes. If I dared think about it I might think how ludicrous they all looked but of course I didn't dare. In any case, they might look ridiculous but they had the power of life and death over me. More to the point, they had complete control over my body for the next few hours and whether the time passed excruciatingly or whether, as I had discovered, I could actually derive some pleasure myself, depended entirely on their whims. I made myself what they wanted me to be so that they would give me a little of what I wanted too. Life had to be about pleasure as well as pain and in my shrunken world, sexual pleasure was the only one that was left to me. At first, I had never thought to find pleasure here. I expected a world of unremitting pain and degradation. This, indeed, was what I'd found. But as I'd grown used to my reduced circumstances, as I'd become accustomed to the humiliations to which I was subjected, I'd also learnt how I could turn some of these things to my own devices. The first time I'd cum I'd almost died with shame. At once my mind had returned to me, accusing me, the physical pleasure ebbing from my treacherous body and the hot tide of blood flushing my cheeks with self-loathing. My shame was if anything reinforced by the attitude of my captors. They found my total loss of control amusing and my humiliation was complete. As they casually raped me, tears rolled down my face. I wept not for their treatment of me but for my body's betrayal of my inner self. After that occasion, I was left in the box longer than usual, or so it seemed. I wondered, at length, if they had abandoned me - if my orgasm had somehow made me unfit for their service. Yet they had seemed to enjoy it and taken it as a joke at my expense. By the time they came for me again, I had passed into a state of total submission. My body really was theirs - it no longer obeyed me but them. They handed out pain and I now accepted that pleasure was theirs to hand out equally if they wished. If pleasure was to be had, it was infinitely to be preferred to pain... The device of theirs that had caused me to cum was a bench, from the top of which protruded a massive wooden dildo, polished with use. This time they unlocked my leg irons and guided me towards the bench straight away and I was grateful... It had ceased to bother me that I was naked and they were dressed, that they used me as a toy rather than as a person. Poised above the dildo, much thicker and longer than a man's cock, nevertheless I was nervous as the man I knew stood before me and pressed his hands down on my shoulders. Although I had grown to love the bench, the moment of penetration was painful still, every time. My cunt had been stretched by them, stretched repeatedly, yet always it hurt and I felt I might rip, particularly when, as now, the man grasped me forcefully and with all his strength pressed me down onto the thick wooden cock in one hard movement. I moaned as I felt my cunt lips part to admit the invading monstrosity. Even though I was beginning to lubricate in anticipation, the pain was undeniable. But down the cock I slid, and when I was well and truly impaled, the man clasped my ankle irons back together beneath me and for good measure, bent me back in a bow so that he could chain my wrists to my ankles. All my weight was now pushing my cunt onto the wooden cock, as my ankles were now suspended in mid-air. I couldn't help myself as my body, of its own volition, began to work itself to and fro on the dildo, maximising the sensation. I was only half-aware of the men standing around, some of them stroking their cocks, others pinching my nipples, or closely examining my cunt, splayed out around the hugely-swollen artificial member. As I moved faster and faster, fucking myself into bliss, one of them started cropping my tits. The sudden pain simply spurred me on - the pleasure spreading from my cunt, and particularly my G-spot, which the wooden monster stimulated like nothing else I'd known, acting as a wonderful counterpoint to the stripes of pain radiating from my breasts. Soon, all too soon, I felt my pleasure ramping up to orgasm and panting and sobbing, straining against my bonds, I came... Of course, this was only the beginning of the proceedings. Had it been up to me, someone would now have unchained me, bathed me tenderly, wrapped me in soft blankets and put me to sleep in a proper bed. Instead, left to squirm on the cock which was now slick with my juices, I now found my mouth being demanded for service by first one man and then another. There were no niceties here and no technique was necessary - each man in turn grabbed my head either by the hair or the ears and forced his cock as far into my mouth as he could, proceeding to fuck my face as if it was just some piece of meat. My gasping and gagging meant nothing to them, or possibly spurred them on to greater efforts. My body was beginning to scream in protest at the way it was arched back so uncomfortably and it was a relief when I was unchained once more and unceremoniously pulled off my wooden lover. There was an audible squelch and a soft popping sound as my cunt was pulled clear. The next man to use me bent me forwards over another bench, slicked my anus with a little lubricant and thrust into me. My mind went blank again. This sort of thing would probably go on for a few hours, different men in different combinations, most of them essaying two of my orifices, and some of them having the stamina to try all three. The fucking never did much for me. Perhaps it was perverse of me but I preferred the bench to any of the men who used me. Perhaps it was that the bench did not will me any harm, was an unwitting ally even; maybe it was just that it was so much better-endowed... As the hours wore on, I truly became the thing they made me be. I didn't think, I didn't react much, I certainly didn't fight back. I hardly noticed the indignities to which I was put. Several of them finished by pissing on me, just to show me my place in the scheme of things, and because it evidently afforded them pleasure to treat the woman they'd spent the last hours fucking as if she was nothing but the gutter in which they paddled, dipped their wicks and voided their bladders. The piss felt rather pleasant on the whole, although it did sting the weals on my arse from the whipping one of them had given me at some point. Sometimes they'd wash me down afterwards, although washing me consisted merely of standing me in one bucket while the (cold) contents of another were tipped over my head. Tonight they couldn't be bothered even with that and when they'd finished with me, my wristlets were chained to a loop on my collar, my ankles joined together, the catheter replaced and, still wet with their piss, covered in cum and with the odd streak of blood on me too, I was replaced in my box, the lid fastened, and silence and darkness prevailed once more. I had lost a lot of liquid through sweating; piss and cum were not really enough and my throat was parched. I longed, as I had longed when first taken, for a drink of cool water.... From freedom my wants and needs, my inmost desires had shrunk to this, a simple but over-riding need for water. They never gave me enough... I think the shortness of water was designed to keep me weak and also to give me a focus which was more basic and more important than liberty. They kept me short in order to control me more completely. I had no idea when next my thirst would be satisfied. I mustn't think about it. I must think about something else. Time to turn the key and re-enter the paradise garden kept safely locked in my mind's eye. That perfect place where all my wants were met and I was free. Time... Prisoner 666 Willow was a young, naïve, innocent girl who had just been out of high school for a year when the unexpected happened to her, something that changed her happy-go-lucky life into a living hell. From the time she became aware of her sexuality and was trying to come to some conclusions about herself and her sexual orientation, she lived an uncertain life. She knew sexual attraction was supposed to be a boy-girl thing and was considered normal; however, it was not this way for Willow. She was drawn to girls. This made her uncomfortable being around girls because of the urges she felt inside, even to the point of becoming sexually aroused with thoughts of being with a girl naked and enjoying one another's bodies. Her parents often asked her why she didn't date as the other girls did. So, under such pressure Willow decided to try to be attracted to boys. Willow was a beautiful will-of-the-wisp girl with orange-red hair, green eyes, and fair complexion with some freckles on her face and arms. Her body was slim but well defined with small, pert breasts, narrow waist, and small but rounded hips that flowed into sculptured long, shapely legs. Willow easily had the interest of boys and was asked out on many dates both in high school and where she worked. Willow, however, politely rejected any and all suitors with a polite no thank you, but in time because of parental and peer pressure, she decided to date boys just to get them from asking her why she didn't date, and some of her girlfriends even tried to fix her up with dates except for those friends with whom she had close, intimate relationships. Therefore, when one of her fellow workers at Bloomingdale's Department store at Thousand Oaks, Los Angeles, asked her out to dinner and a movie, Willow reluctantly said yes despite her misgivings and deep seated lack of real interest. Dale was a tall, good-looking young man who had a good sense of humor and was always polite towards others. At six feet two inches tall, Dale stood just about a head over Willow's five feet three inches. Dale weighed one hundred eighty-five pounds to Willow's one hundred fifteen pounds, so physically they weren't a match, but then, most men were much taller and heavier than Willow. Like the tree after which Willow was named she was slender, graceful, and lithe, having the fragility of a willow tree's slender limbs and small leaves that easily flutter in the wind. She had a personality to match. She was an introvert who much of the time was withdrawn and quiet, but in public or on the job Willow was attentive and friendly. Everyone who knew her liked her. The date went smoothly, and Willow finally relaxed as the evening progressed. However, that was to change drastically. Dale was driving Willow home when he was pulled over by the police. Dale looked into his rearview mirror and saw the officer walking towards the car with a flashlight in his hand. Dale had no idea why he had been pulled over. The officer motioned to Dale to roll down his window, and then he pointed a beam of light onto Dale and then moved it around the inside of the car, shining the light on Willow, too. "Is there anything wrong, officer? I don't think I was speeding," Dale asked as he tried to keep his voice under control. The officer replied, "Do you know you have a tail light out?" Dale sighed with relief and answered, "No, no I didn't, but I'll get it fixed." Dale thought things were over and the officer would let them go on their way. However, he asked for Dale's driver's license and car registration. Now Dale was nervous as he took out his wallet and showed the officer his driver's license. The officer shined his flashlight on the license, looked at the photo ID, and then at Dale. Satisfied, the officer handed Dale his wallet back, but then he said, "Let me see your registration permit." This was a usual, standard procedure since there were so many cars stolen in LA. Dale reached over Willow's lap, who by now was trembling, and opened the glove compartment, and while he was rifling around at the bottom for the registration permit, a very small, brown bag fell onto the floor of the car by Willow's feet. From experience the officer had a good idea what was in the small packet. Now, things were going to change drastically, something that would change their lives forever. The police officer said to Dale, "Hand me the little bag and step out of the car and go around to the front. You, too, Miss." Willow had no idea what was going on. However, even though she was shaking inside and feeling light-headed, she did as the officer told her. As Dale and Willow walked to the front of his car to stand with their hands on the hood, the police officer reached into the car and picked up the small, folded, brown bag that had fallen out of the glove compartment. Looking at it, he was fairly certain he knew what it was. He opened the bag, lifted a small amount of white powder on the underside of his little fingernail, and stuck it into the bag. He brought the powder to his mouth and tasted it. It had a familiar taste, and knew it was heroin. The officer took the one bag and four more bindles of heroin he found in the glove compartment and walked towards Dale and Willow who were still standing at the front of his car. "You two are under arrest for drug possession," he told Dale and Willow. He took them by their arms, led them to the rear door on the driver's side, and put them into the back seat, putting his hand on the top of their heads so they wouldn't bump them against the top of the door opening. Willow was shaking all over and felt weak in her knees. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think something like this would happen to her. She had never done a bad thing in her life, and she was innocent then. After closing the back door, the police officer got behind the wheel and called dispatch, telling his location and that he was coming in with two drug offenders. "Drug offenders?" thought Willow, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I've never used drugs in my life, not even smoking marijuana. " She turned to Dale and asked bitingly, "How could you do this to me?" Dale said, "I'm sorry, Willow. I forgot I had the drugs in my glove compartment." "You're sorry? What good is sorry now?" Willow said bitterly. Thus, Dale and Willow were brought up on charges of drug possession, were taken to trial, and given the minimum sentence of five years in prison for the possession and dealing of heroin on the street. Willow's defense lawyer argued that she was innocent and didn't know the drugs were in Dale's car. However, drug laws are strict in California and sentencing is just about mandatory. Therefore, Willow was sent to the California Institution for Woman, Corona, in San Bernardino County to serve out her sentence. Willow was numb as she sat silently in the bus that was taking her to prison. Despite the fact there were other women on the bus, Willow sat alone and quiet. The repeaters, however, talked with one another and often joked among themselves. Willow didn't know how long it took to get from LA to the prison in San Bernardino, but she came out of her stupor when she heard the squealing of brakes as the bus came to a stop in front of the correctional facility for women, a collection of non-descript buildings that all looked alike and that were surrounded by twelve-foot high fences with rolled razor- barbed wire on top. In advantageous positions there were guard towers that allowed a constant visual on the inmates by female guards. Many think women prisoners aren't as bad as male prisoners, but, truth be told, there are many female inmates who are hardened bitches who are in prison for gang related crimes, major theft that is a felony, spousal abuse, and murder...some even serial killers. The prisoners were greeted by a large, black, female guard who was holding a black baton and tapping the tip into the palm of her of her left hand. "All right, step out of the bus and get into a single line. And no talking," the guard said with authority. The prisoners did as told, and since Willow had been sitting in the back of the prison bus she was the last to get off. The guard looked at Willow and said, "My goodness, child, what are you doing here? The inmates are going to eat you alive before the day's over." Willow looked up at the big guard, and the guard saw the fear in her eyes and her body shaking. Seeing her, the guard, not knowing what crime brought her to prison, actually felt sorry for Willow, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. "All right, follow me, and again no talking," she barked out her order. The female population crowded at the fences that separated them from the entrance to the prison to see the fresh meat that was coming in that day. As the new prisoners walked by in single file, the inmates whistled, hooted, and shouted out obscenities, picking out the 'newbies' that caught their attention. When Willow, small of frame and looking so young, walked by, there was whistling and oooooing from the entire group of inmates. "Ooowee," cried out one of the inmates, "look at that little piece of meat. She is absolutely delicious, and I bet ten cigarettes she's a virgin." "If so, I bet she won't be for long," shouted out another inmate. "You can be sure of that." "She'll not last the night!" cried out someone at the front who had a good look at her. "Oh, yeah, you can bet on that," came the last verbal shout of excitement at the prospect of getting their hands and mouths on Willow as the entrance door closed behind her. The new inmates went through the standard drill. They removed their clothes and any personal items. This left them naked, and Willow was embarrassed because even though she was pretty and had a good but diminutive body, she was aware of her body that made her look younger than she was. Once stripped down to their skin, they showered and got into orange prison outfits that zipped down the front, socks, and walking shoes. They each were given sheets, a blanket, and toiletries. Once finished with their induction, they were lined up and told into what cell they would be assigned, and they were told they should always address the guards with "Mam." Going down the line of inmates, the Head Guard gave each inmate her identification number and the number of her cell. When she stood in front of Willow, she looked down and felt some empathy for her because she knew life in prison was going to be pure hell for her. "Willow Conroy, your prisoner number 0777, and you are assigned to cell 000666 that is on the first level," said the guard. Willow didn't know there was a pecking order within the prison by race—Caucasians, African Americans, Latinos, Native Americans, and Orientals--as well as by reputation for crimes committed and time spent. There were also those prisoners who were the worst bitches in the joint whom the other inmates acknowledged because of their strength and leadership. Inside, it was survival of the fittest, and Willow was going to be very low on this pecking order. Willow also didn't know there were some inmates who enjoyed certain privileges, having made a symbiotic relationship with the guards. They were strong leaders who helped keep the inmate population in line. These were certain inmates one didn't want to offend or get on their bad side. On the other hand, to be in their inner circle made life easier for them. Little did Willow know she was assigned to the cell with Prisoner 666, one of the toughest, if not the toughest, inmate in the prison who had, when she first saw Willow walking from the bus to the entrance to the prison, let it be known to the inmates and guards she wanted her as her cell mate. "All right, follow me, and I'll take you to your new homes," the guard said. When the guard arrived at cell 000666, she turned to Willow and said, "This is it, Prisoner 777, and the inmate you see in there sitting on her bunk is your cellmate, Prisoner 666." Willow said nothing but stood motionless. "Come on in, cellmate. We'll be getting to know one another very well," said Prisoner 666. The guard gave Willow a little shove with her baton in the middle of her back that made Willow step inside the cell. Willow still didn't move. She didn't speak. She just stood still, feeling scared and misplaced, knowing she was innocent of the drug charges that were Dale's. Although, she'd find out each inmate said she was innocent. Willow's cellmate stood up and leaned on the edge of the top of the opposite bunk across from hers. Even though each cell had two bunk beds in them that accommodated four inmates, Willow's cellmate was one of those prisoners who had special privileges, and having just one cellmate was one of them, giving them more room. Therefore, each had a bunk bed, the bottom to sleep on and the top for whatever. "Well, gorgeous, my name is Frederica, but everyone calls me Fred," she grinned. "Named after my dad who was Sicilian. He deserted Mom and me when I was very young, so I don't know much about him. And what's your name, little one?" Willow was stunned at the height and size of Frederica who must have been about six feet tall, 185 pounds, and very well developed, showing a big chest, and large biceps and forearms. Willow could only imagine how muscular the rest of Frederica was underneath her orange, one- piece prison outfit. "Fred's big muscles are probably due to her working out in the yard with the weights," Willow thought. She had seen enough television programs like HBO's OZ to have some idea of prison life. Willow finally became aware that when Frederica asked what her name was all she did was look at her, but knowing she had to answer, she said with a quiver in her voice, "My name is Willow." "Hmmmmm. Willow. The name fits you. You are small and fragile looking,' even more now that I see ya up close," Fred said. Fred wore her Sicilian black hair quite short and naturally, disheveled, looking very much like the pop singer Rod Stewart's hair. Her thick, black eyebrows and eyelashes were equally as dark as her hair. In a very rugged way, Fred was pretty. She had a long face with a narrow, slightly aquiline nose. It was her mouth, however, that was her prominent feature. Her lips were full and had a sexy puffiness about them. Her chin was strong and firm. Prison garb was not very flattering; however, Willow couldn't help noticing Fred's large breasts that pushed out against the material. Her waist was narrow and Willow expected Fred to have a six-pack of firm, strong muscles in her abdomen. Her hips matched her breasts in size, being round and firm looking. While Fred was talking, Willow's eyes were riveted on Fred's breasts. She was fascinated with their size and how they rose and fell as she breathed. Fred, of course, noticed this since Willow wasn't saying too much. "Hey, Willow, you like my breasts? Do you?" asked Fred. Willow's face flushed when she knew Fred had found her ogling her breasts, and, therefore, any words she would say stayed inside her mind. Fred laughed and said, "Not to worry, Willow. Tonight after 'lights out' you'll get to see my breasts and even feel them. In fact, this being your initiation night in the slammer, I'm going to give you the full tour. Would you like that?" Willow heard what Fred had just said to her, but in her state of mind she didn't understand exactly what she meant. However, to change the subject, Willow innocently asked Fred, "Why are you in prison, Fred?" Looking Willow straight in the eyes, she said in a rougher voice than before, "I caught my husband in bed with another woman, and in anger I shot them both with a handgun kept in the dresser." "How terrible," Willow said. "Terrible for who?" snarled Fred. "Me or my husband and the tramp he was fucking?" Willow blushed again when Fred said the word "fucking" because she hadn't been around people who used such language, and although she knew the word, she didn't use it. Fred saw Willow's discomfort and said, "Ah, you don't have to answer. I did it and that's why I'm in here." "How long will you have to be in prison?" asked Willow. "I'm a lifer with a possible parole in twenty-five years," Fred answered. "Oh, my, that's a long time," said Willow. "That's life, kid. So, tell me, what's an innocent girl like you in for?" asked Fred. Willow told Fred about being arrested and sentenced to five years for drug possession even though she had no idea the boy with whom she was on a date was into heroin. She was with the wrong person at the wrong place and wrong time. "Why then were you arrested and found guilty?" asked Fred. "I was charged being an accomplice, and the judge didn't believe my innocence," answered Willow. "Gee, that's tough, kid. The law can sometimes get things fucked up," Fred said. The rest of the evening went as smoothly as it could for Willow. When Fred and Willow were in the chow line in the big dining hall filled with inmates, Willow felt as if everyone's were looking at her. She also saw that the population divided itself into ethnic groups: whites with whites; skinheads with skinheads; rednecks; blacks with blacks; Latinos with Latinos; Orientals with Orientals; gang members with gang members. Fred, however, had a special table reserved for her and her group that consisted of women of all ethnic groups. Fred's group was independent and strong, and no one messed with them, not if they knew what was good for them. Fred and her girls were the ones in control, and each inmate knew not to overstep her bounds. When supper and free time was over, all inmates went to lockup for the night. It was lights out by nine o'clock. Fred and Willow entered their cell, and when each guard called out, "All present and accounted for," the cell doors closed, and for the first time Willow heard the sound of cold steel against cold steel. It was then reality hit her. This would be the same for five years of her life, and with that realization hitting deeply inside her, tears welled up in her eyes and she audibly cried. Fred walked over to Willow and put her strong arm around her. "The first night is especially rough, Willow, but believe it or not, everything we do becomes a familiar routine in time," Fred tried to assure her. Fred took Willow by her arm and led her to her bottom bunk. "Sit here, and I'll show you what you had been starring at when you first came into the cell," Fred said. Willow sat down on her bed and looked up at Fred, having forgotten what she had done and what Fred had told her she would do for her once alone in their cell after lights out. Fred unzipped her prison suit and pulled down the shoulders until her arms were free. She then took hold of it at the waist and slid the suit off her body. This left her in only her bra, prison-issued under shorts, and white walking shoes and socks. Fred kicked her shoes off and then reached behind her back to undo her bra and let it drop into her hands. She put it on her upper bunk and was then standing nude before Willow except for her shorts. "There. Now you can see my breasts, Willow," said Fred. Willow looked up at Fred who had cupped her large, 40 DD, breasts in her hands. While they were big, round, and firm Fred's breasts did not sag. Due to her weight lifting Fred's pectoral muscles held them up on her chest. Fred slid her hands forward to her nipples that were large and erect, and each was on a large, crimson areola. Being Sicilian Fred had swarthy skin that made her look as if she had a permanent, light tan. "Well, Willow, how do you like my breasts now that you can see them in the flesh? Prisoner 666 Are they all you expected?" asked Fred. Willow stared at Fred's large breasts and mentally compared them with her small breasts, 34 A that, while small, matched her hips and body perfectly. She was a waif of a girl and looked like one, somewhat like a wee Irish faery. "Come on now, Willow. Tell me what you think of my breasts," said Fred. "They are beautiful, Fred, and so big. Next to yours I look as if I have no breasts," answered Willow. "Now that you've seen my breasts, come over here. I want you to touch them," said Fred. "I've wanted that since I saw you staring at them." Almost mesmerized with Fred, Willow got up from her bed and took the few steps that brought her to Fred. When Willow got there, Fred took her hands and put them on her breasts, and she sighed from the contact of Willow's flesh on hers. Fred sighed her delight and mounting passion. "Mmmmm. Your hands on my breasts feel so good, Willow. Massage them softly and slowly," said Fred. Willow felt the heaviness of Fred's large breasts, and they were so large she couldn't get her hands around them. Instead, she cupped the bottom of each breast and then slowly slid her hands with spread fingers up until she reached Fred's hard, erect nipples that stood out about one half inch. Willow then did to Fred what she often did to herself when masturbating. She rolled Fred's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and sometimes pulled on them. "Mmmmm," she sighed at Willow's touch. Without being asked, Willow leaned her head forward and took turns licking Fred's hardened nipples, and the licking turned into sucking on each nipple as Willow felt the large nubs of flesh in her mouth. Willow was satisfying a craving she had felt since first seeing Fred's large breasts pressing against the material of her prison jumper. "Oh, Willow, what you're doing to me. That feels so good," sighed Fred. Having said that, Fred put her hands on the back of Willow's head and pushed it forward, allowing Willow to suck her breasts and shoving her nipples further into Willow's mouth. Willow felt the fullness of Fred's breasts in her mouth, and she created pressure on her nipples by drawing in her breath until her cheeks were concaved, and she sucked on them as she held them tightly between her hollow cheeks. "Oh, god, Willow. I've never had anyone suck my breasts as you are doing," whispered Fred erotically. This encouraged Willow to continue sucking Fred's nipples in this way until Fred took Willow's face in her hands and slowly pushed it off her breasts, leaving a large red area around each nipple and areola. Fred looked at Willow in surprise and asked, "Where did you learn to do that, Willow?" "Nowhere, Fred. You are the first woman with whom I ever was involved sexually," answered Willow. Fred looked startled, something a hardened inmate such as she ever did. With Willow's revelation running through her head, she asked, "You mean to tell me you are a virgin, Willow?" Willow looked into Fred's eyes and saw the doubt about her being a virgin; however, she answered, "Yes, Fred, I am a virgin. I've never had complete sex with either a woman or a boy. Oh, I fooled around with a few of my girlfriends and female co-workers sometimes in the ladies' rest room or one of the stalls or in a dressing room, but it was just touching and getting one another off by rubbing our clits. It was mutual masturbation, but I've never been penetrated by anyone or anything." "My gracious!" said Fred. "If someone else had told me other than yourself, I wouldn't believe her. There are very few virgins today." Fred's face turned somewhat pale, and Willow didn't know why. "What's wrong, Fred? Did I do or say anything to upset you?" asked Willow. "If the population had known you were not only young but a virgin, there would have been fighting among the inmates to have you and break your cherry despite my having arranged for you to be my cellmate and that I'm top-pussy here," said Fred. "And my, aren't I now the lucky one since I plan to have you tonight and be the one to have your cherry." A look of horror fixed itself on Willow's face, and she felt sick inside, having heard what Fred had just told her. Fred had been so nice to her, and now she knew why. "But, Fred, you've been so kind and good to me. How could you think of doing such a thing," groaned Willow. "Look, kid, if it wasn't me, it would've been just about any of the inmates who drooled over you since first seeing you get off the prison bus and watched you walk by them as they gawked through the holding fence. You're Prime Choice, Willow. Don't you know that? Are you that naive?" said Fred honestly. The blood in Willow's face drained until she looked like a corpse, having heard what Fred had just told her. "But I thought, as you said, being top pussy, you'd protect me since we're cellmates," said Willow. "This is true. I'm not known as Prisoner 666 for nothin'. I'm not a religious person, but I know from certain gang members who follow after the Devil, that one of Satan's names is the number 666. Since I am strong and can be a mean bitch, I have a rep, and because of my size and strength, the inmates give me a wide birth. However, Willow, if word had gotten out about your virginity—and news gets around through the grapevine—you'd have been a target to be raped by anyone or even gang raped. So, which will it be? Would you prefer me taking your cherry and protecting you or take your chances in population, knowing by now you wouldn't get through tomorrow before the inmates would be all over you like bees to honey?" asked Fred. Without waiting for Willow's answer, Fred said to her, "Willow, I want you to get down on your knees, and as you do, take off my shorts, and put them onto my bed." "But..." Willow began. "No ifs or buts about it. Just do as I say," said Fred with a little more authority in her voice as if she were now talking with Willow not as Fred but as Prisoner 666. Knowing she had no choice, Willow did what Fred told her to do, and when she had taken off Fred's shorts and put them onto her bed, she was looking directly at Fred's pussy that had unusually thick, heavy black hair where some went up onto her abdomen, some onto the tops of her thighs, and more between her ass cheeks. She even had some hair on her calves and under her arms. A woman's not shaving was typical of some European countries but especially those countries that are in the Mediterranean-Aegean Sea such as Italy. Willow was amazed and mesmerized at the sight of Fred's hairy pussy. Her pussy was covered with a wisp of carrot-orange hair. "Now, Willow, I want you to kiss my pussy," said Fred. Willow was not shocked at Fred's command. In fact, she was satisfied that she was going to taste her first pussy since she had thoughts of what it would be like to make love with a woman, and here was Frederica, a masculine woman who was also beautiful. Willow reached out with her arms and put her hands with her fingers spread on Fred's ass cheeks, and then she leaned her head inward until her face was in Fred's hairy pussy. Gently she kissed it, and she smelled her female fragrance. Willow kissed and licked Fred's pussy all over, sometimes taking her pubic hair between her lips and sucking on it, leaving wet-matted places all over and dragging her tongue on the seams of Fred's body where thighs and abdomen join. When Fred pushed down on Willow's head, she buried Willow's whole face into her pussy. Her long, black pussy hair covered Willow's cheeks, her nose, and her forehead so that none of her face was visible, not even to Fred who could look down at Willow, wanting to see what it looked like to have Willow's head between her legs and eating her pussy. After her first contact with Fred's pussy, Willow became very aroused and wet between her legs, and so Willow tentatively stuck out her tongue and inserted the tip between Fred's pussy lips that she found to be warm, velvet soft, and creamy with a slight, salty taste to it. The taste of Fred's pussy was very fresh and light. Having made the first contact with Fred's pussy, she drew her tongue up between her labia, but found the kneeling position was awkward since it strained her neck. She stopped her licking and told. Fred knew she had to do something to make it easier for Willow to get at her pussy. "Willow, stop for a moment. I'll get up on the top bunk where I can spread my legs and let you get at my pussy with your delicious mouth while you're standing," Fred said. Willow stood up and backed away, giving Fred space to turn around and lift herself effortlessly onto the top bunk. She then lay down with her feet resting on the edge of the mattress and with her legs spread wide, forming a "V" wither legs that was so symbolic of the female's genitals. This position gave Willow full view and access to her hairy pussy. "Now, Willow, you can come and really eat my pussy until I cum into your young, innocent mouth," Fred said elatedly. Willow took the few steps needed to get to Fred and put her hands on her knees. She looked directly at Fred's pussy whose lips were now slightly separated because of her having spread her legs. Being inexperienced in the art of love, Willow decided to do what she thought would feel good to her, so the first thing she did was bend down and kiss Fred's ankles; lick her insteps; suck on each of her toes while sliding her tongue in between them; and then put as much of Fred's feet into her mouth and suck on them. "Oooooo, Willow. You amaze me with what you are doing. You're the first who ever kissed and sucked my toes," Fred said in hushed tones. Having Fred give her praise encouraged Willow to stand up and spread Fred's legs even more by pressing against her knees as she kissed her way down the inside of both sides of her thighs, alternating as she moved toward her ultimate goal, Fred's pussy. When Willow reached Fred's pussy, she licked between each hairy crease that separated the tops of her well-developed thighs and her muscular abdomen. She licked back down and put her fingertips on the lips of Fred's pussy and opened her vulva so she could see and lick Fred's pussy. Willow saw how wet with pussy cream she was by what had formed around the opening to her vagina. Moved by this sight, Willow lowered her head and licked all around Fred's vulva, collecting as much of her pussy cream as she could since she wanted to know how Fred tasted. The only pussy cream she had tasted in her young life was her own which came from masturbation. This was different. Willow was actually eating another woman's pussy and knowing how she tasted. Excitedly then Willow put her hands on the cheeks of Fred's ass and pushed forward as she inserted her exploring tongue as far as it was humanly possible. She did feel on the top of her vaginal sheath skin inside that felt like ridges or lines of flesh, but she could go no further with her tongue. Therefore, Willow thought of something longer. She brought her right hand around to the front of Fred and slid her fingers between her ass cheeks and brought them to Fred's opened vulva. With her first two fingers Willow circled the outer edge and felt her fingers being lubricated with Fred's pussy cream. Once sufficiently lubed Willow placed her first two fingers into Fred's gaping vagina and began to insert them slowly. She wanted to feel everything a woman has inside her vagina. As with her tongue, the first thing Willow felt were the ridges, but then as she continued further she felt a soft, spongy spot on the top of Fred's vaginal canal not far from the ridges. Willow didn't know this was Fred's G-Spot and that it had been filling up with Para urethral fluid throughout her sexual arousal and that when she had her orgasm it would be released and ejaculated out of her vagina and sometimes her urethra. She didn't need to worry that Fred was peeing into her mouth because a woman cannot pee while she is having an orgasm. The spongy feel of the sac fascinated Willow as she pressed against it, but she wanted to go inside as far as she could and so continued until the tip of her middle finger touched something round that had a small depression in the center. She didn't know it was Fred's cervix, but she did hear Fred moan with pleasure, so as best she could Willow circled the outside with her finger, increasing the pressure and friction as much as she could. Willow felt Fred raise her hips and thrust them forward onto her fingers. "This must feel very good," thought Willow. Sensing this, Willow pulled her fingers back towards the opening of Fred's vagina, but Fred said in a rasping voice, "Don't stop, Willow. Keep moving your fingers in and out of my pussy." Willow did as Fred asked and started to shove her two fingers in and out of Fred's vagina, slowly at first but as she sensed Fred's pleasure mounting, she increased the speed faster and faster, drawing her fingers almost out of her vagina but then pushing them back as far as she could. With each pass over Fred's G-Spot sensual thrills coursed throughout Fred's body, and she pumped her pussy onto Willow's fingers with each inward thrust until some clear fluid began to cover Willow's fingers, and they both heard the squishing of wetness down there in Fred's pussy. Willow could see the clear fluid running out of Fred's vagina and onto her fingers. The sight of this new sexual thing excited Willow more, and she felt very wet between her legs. While Willow pondered the miracle of the clear liquid coming out of Fred's pussy, Fred said, "It's wet down there. Very wet." Suddenly, Fred cried out softly so no one could hear; although, she knew the inmates in the next cell surely heard what was going on in their cell, "Willow, slide your tongue up between my pussy lips and lick and suck my clit. I know you know what a clit is since you said you masturbated." Willow kept her two fingers working Fred's pussy, but she flattened her tongue and traced it up between Fred's blood-engorged labia until she came to Fred's sexually agonizing clit that was looking for attention so she could have her orgasm. Willow felt Fred's long, black pubic hair on her cheeks, and by the time her tongue touched the bottom of Fred's clit, a surge of pure, sexual pleasure shot through her body, and every nerve in the head of her clit tingled with intense pulses of sensitive vibrations. Fred uncontrollably thrust her hips up and muffled a wanton cry for sexual release in the quiet of the cell. Fred lowered her hips as Willow flicked her vibrating clit with her tongue, going up and down and from side to side. This was sensual heaven for Fred, but as she became used to Willow's tonguing her, Willow raised her head, blew her hot breath onto Fred's clit, and formed a big "O" with her mouth that she then lowered onto Fred's clit and surrounding flesh, including the top part of her shaft, and sucked it up into her mouth until her cheeks sunk inwardly. From then on Willow sucked on Fred's throbbing clit, licking it back and forth from time to time, until Fred sensed the beginning of her orgasm as she felt sexual energy moving from deep inside and working its way outside to its vortex of erotic, sexual release. "Ohhhh, yessss, Willow. I'm almost there. I'm going to cum. Get ready. Go down and cover my vagina and urethra with your open mouth," Fred swooned. Willow didn't know the why of what Fred had told her, but obeying, she took one, final suck on Fred's clit and slid her mouth down onto her urethra and vagina from which she had just removed her fingers, sliding their tips firmly against the sac that now was very full of fluid. "It's cummmming, Baby. Open wide for your surprise," Fred hissed in an almost diabolical way. No sooner had Fred said these words that her body shook and trembled, and as she reached down and put her two hands on the top of Willow's head and applied pressure so as to create a suction between her pussy and Willow's mouth, the floodgates of her intense orgasm burst, shooting ejaculate directly into Willow's unsuspecting mouth that filled immediately with Fred's love juice, and with Fred's pressing hard down on her head, Willow had no choice but to swallow one mouthful after another until Fred was completely drained of her female ejaculation of clear Para urethral fluid. When Fred let go of Willow's head, she came up gasping for air. Never in her life had she tasted ejaculate, and never did she have to drink so much liquid so fast. "Why, Willow, you have my ejaculate all over your face, and some of it is even dripping from your nose and chin," Fred said with a wicked smile on her face. Willow was still breathing hard but still standing between Fred's splayed legs when she sat up, took Willow's face between her hands, and kissed her, forcing her tongue inside Willow's mouth. She wanted to taste herself from Willow's lips. This was the first time Willow had ever been French kissed. "My god, Willow, that was magnificent. Where did you learn to eat out a woman like that?" asked Fred. "You'd think you had alot of experience performing cunnilingus." "No, you are my first. I did just what I thought would feel good to me," answered Willow. "Well, I'm glad you have such a vivid, sexual imagination then," Fred grinned. "But now, Willow, it's time for me to bust your cherry," Fred said wantonly, saliva filling her mouth. Willow gulped hard and felt panic rise inside her. "Don't worry too much, Willow. As rough as I look, I'll be as gentle as I can," said Fred, trying to calm her down. "All right then. I guess I have no choice. Do I?" asked Willow, still trembling. "No, no choice at all. You can either give me your virginity, or I'll take it. Your choice," said Fred. "Well, given the two choices, I'll give you my virginity and let you take my cherry willingly. I'm sure it is the better of the two," Willow answered. "Right. Now, I'm going to slide my body around on the bed, and you come up and join me. I want you to sit on my face so I have easy access to your sweet, virgin pussy with both my hands and mouth. Understand?" Fred asked. Willow shook her head yes as she climbed onto the top bunk of Fred's bed. "All right. Kneel over my head with your knees touching the sides of my face. I'm going to put my arms over your calves and place my hands on your ass cheeks. That way with your legs spread wide I'll be looking directly at your pussy," Fred instructed Willow. As with everything that had happened between Fred and her, this was a first for Willow, never having anyone have her mouth on her pussy; although, she often imagined it in her sexually, creative mind. Fred did what she had told Willow. She put Willow's head between her legs and her hands pressed firmly on her ass cheeks. From this position Fred was able to look up at Willow's pussy. Her vulva was agape which allowed Fred to look into the entrance to Willow's vulva that had in the back a thin, mucous membrane. This was Willow's hymen, her cherry, that which Fred would have the pleasure of having, something a woman can give only once in her life. A woman loses her virginity once penetrated; however, either a tongue or a penis can do it. Of course, there are fingers and many objects that can be inserted into a female's vulva and break her hymen. With much excitement and sexual hunger, Fred brought Willow's pussy down onto her face, covering her vulva with her mouth and sticking out her long tongue that she inserted into Willow's virgin pussy. Fred swooned not only from the sweet taste of Willow's pussy but by the image it created in her mind. Fred pushed her face into Willow's pussy in order to get her tongue inside as far as humanly possible. As she circled her tongue around the inside of Willow's vulva, she felt the smoothness of her flesh, and when she thrust her tongue deeply inside Willow's vulva, she felt a very thin ring of flesh that gave way to her tongue whenever she pushed on it with her tongue or circled it around the opening. Prisoner 666 Realizing she had reached her Nirvana, Willow's hymen, Fred pushed as hard as she could on Willow's ass cheeks and thrust her tongue as far as it would go. She felt Willow's hymen expand with the thickness of her tongue, and as Fred began an in-and-out rhythm with her tongue as if she were fucking Willow's pussy, she felt the thin, mucous membrane give way, and her tongue was coated with a slightly salty, metallic taste. This was Willow's virgin blood that coated Fred's tongue and flowed into her mouth. There wasn't much bleeding, but, nevertheless, Fred had the proof in her mouth that she, indeed, had taken Willow's cherry. "Mmmmmm," Fred hummed around Willow's pussy." As for Willow, she hadn't been prepared for what happened when Fred broke her hymen, but it wasn't all that painful. She did, however, feel her virgin blood running out of the back of her vulva into Fred's mouth. Now that her cherry had been broken, she was thankful there was very little pain. In fact, it was somewhat pleasurable for her because while Fred was thrusting her tongue in and out of her vulva, Willow felt a sensual rhythm surge throughout her young body. These sensual rhythms took her mind off the deflowering of her young body. After Fred knew she had broken Willow's hymen and had her cherry, she pulled her tongue out of Willow's vulva and lowered her head onto the mattress. From this position Fred looked at Willow's vulva and studied it. Never had she seen such a young pussy as Willow's, and she certainly had never taken one's virginity. Fred marveled at the youthfulness of Willow's pussy. The freshness. Her labia, engorged with blood from her sexual excitement, were a rosy color; her vulva was pink; and her mons pubis was covered with a puffy growth of orange hair that thinned out between her legs where her labia began. It was a wondrous sight for Fred, and now that she had broken Willow's cherry, she was ready to eat her pussy and help her have an orgasm. Once more Fred brought Willow's pussy back onto her face and captured her vulva between her moist lips and started a rhythmic sucking on it. Willow sighed with carnal delight and pressed her pussy down onto Fred's face so the contact between her pussy and Fred's mouth would be more intense for her. "Ooooo, Fred, suck my pussy. Suck my pussy well. You're making me so hot and causing my pussy lips feel warm," Willow said, slurring her words due to the intense feelings Fred was giving to her by sucking on her pussy. Fred licked all around Willow's vulva, stuck her rolled tongue into her it, and tongue- fucked her. From her vulva Fred flattened her tongue and slowly lapped her way up to Willow's clit that she immediately licked with her tongue. Willow thrust her pussy down on Fred's face so she could really feel the force of her tongue licking her clit. It was deliriously sensitive for Willow, and she began to move up and down on Fred's face and rock back and forth as if on a rocking horse, allowing Fred to have her clit anyway she wanted it. "Oh, Fred, the feeling is intense, and I feel my orgasm building. It won't be long before I cum all over your face," Willow hissed between her distorted lips. Without breaking contact with Willow's clit, Fred insinuated her right hand between her legs, and, feeling with her first two fingers, she opened Willow's vulva and slid them into her vaginal sheath. The touch of her fingers inside Willow caused her eyes to open wide and her face to take on an expression she had never made before. For the first time in her life someone was penetrating her vagina, and it was Fred. "Ohhhhhhh, god, Fred, that feels so strange having your fingers inside me. My pussy feels so full," Willow moaned in ecstasy. Fred, of course, with her face buried in Willow's pussy said nothing, but she did increase the speed with her finger-fucking Willow. She had long fingers, so Fred was able to reach all the way to the back wall of Willow's vagina, stopping first at her cervix to touch it and circle around it with her fingertips and pressing against the sensitive spot at the top where the cervix and vaginal wall meet. Having explored the back of Willow's pussy, Fred slid her fingers forwards with the pads up so that when she came to Willow's sweet G-Spot, she gently brushed the fluid-filled sac, something Willow never knew she had, but she remembered when Fred had her orgasm, how she filled her mouth with warm fluid. It felt so good having Fred's fingers massaging her G-Sport, Willow squeezed her legs and the inside of her vaginal sheath to increase the pressure and increase the pleasure she had never felt before this time. Because of her strength Fred was still able to work her fingers in and out of Willow's vagina, and with each inward thrust Willow impaled herself on Fred's fingers, preparing herself to cum. One particular touch sent Willow over the edge of her increasing sexual energy coursing throughout her young body, such an intense feeling she never gave herself when masturbating. Then her clit shuddered a little, but now her clit was throbbing and vibrating with so much sexual energy, she knew it had to find a way to release itself. No sooner had those intense feelings on her clit take over her entire body, her thighs began to tremble, and she felt weak, but she knew her time had come. "Fred, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum hard," Willow moaned. When Fred heard Willow's words and moans, she immediately removed her fingers from her vagina and put her hand back onto Willow's ass cheek, and then with both hands she pulled down firmly on Willow's hips and glued her open mouth around Willow's vulva, thus covering her vagina and urethra. This pressure created a perfect seal, and now Fred just waited for the treat that was to come. "Cumming! Cumming!" was all Willow was able to say so caught up in the sexual energy moving throughout her body and centering on her sexually and highly-charged clit. At first there was a slight pause while Willow prepared herself for the cum of her young life, but then no longer holding back, her clit vibrated with sexual energy, and she let her orgasm happen, feeling her vagina and urethra shooting her clear ejaculation directly into Fred's waiting mouth. Fred was at first surprised at the intensity and amount of Willow's love juice that filled and refilled her mouth as she tried to keep up with in swallowing. Finally, Fred just relaxed her jaw and opened her throat so Willow's ejaculate could shoot directly down her throat and into her stomach. Minutes passed for both Willow and Fred before the deluge became a mere trickle and Willow was able to get off Fred's wet face, and when she did, Fred motioned for Willow to come down and lie beside her. When Willow and Fred came together, sweaty flesh to sweaty flesh, Fred rose up on her left forearm, wrapped her right arm around her, and lowered her head for a lovers' kiss. When their mouths met, Willow opened her mouth in a natural way, and Fred placed her mouth on Willow's lips to let her taste her ejaculate. Surprised, nevertheless, Willow found the taste of her own fluid was pleasant. "Mmmm, that was wonderful, Fred," Willow said, and she returned a passionate kiss, hugging Fred within her arms and feeling her large breasts pressing onto her breasts. Fred and Willow lay in the top bunk for some time, touching, caressing, and whispering a few words now and then. "Hey, we need to get some sleep, Willow, before the night's over," Fred said. "Yes, I guess we should," answered Willow as she got down from the top bunk of Fred's and got into the bottom bunk of hers. So, that was Willow's first day in lock-up, the day she lost her virginity to her cellmate Frederica or just plain Fred. In the morning after roll call, the inmates went to the cafeteria for breakfast, and again hungry eyes followed Willow. Fred knew she couldn't be with Willow to protect her all the time and that there were many who would force themselves on her or even gang rape her. Therefore, she knew she had to come up with a plan that would keep Willow safe. Knowing how many of the inmates wanted to have Willow sexually, Fred came up with a plan she thought would work giving her status in the population. Cigarettes were the "money" used by the inmates to get what they wanted or get someone to do something for them. That night Fred told Willow about her plan. "Willow, there's no way I can protect you all the time, so here's what I've come up with. While I'm sure you know I'd love to have you all to myself, there are too many others who want a piece of you. Do you understand?" Fred asked. "Yes," Willow said reluctantly, and Fred noticed the quivering in her voice. "My plan is this. To let me have control of the situation, I'll get my inner circle to spread around a deal that with my permission, anyone who wants to eat your pussy must pay a pack of cigarettes, anyone who wants you to eat her pussy must pay two packs of cigs, and any woman who wants both must pay three packs. That will bring in alot of cigs that will give me much to get and keep your protection. Besides, everyone knows if they screw with me, I'll beat the living shit out of them as they've seen me do to inmates who got out of line. "How does that sound to you, Willow?" asked Fred. "Well, I feel so vulnerable inside here, and I know what you say is true about other inmates wanting me or, in truth, my body, so I'll be better off under your protection even though I'll be a sex slave to anyone and everyone. Otherwise I don't think I can survive five years in here. Like the tree for which I'm named, I'm slender, graceful, and lithe who sways in the wind, and I can be broken easily" Willow agreed. So that is the way it went for Willow during the five years of her sentence for drug possession for which she was innocent. When the day came for her release, Willow gave Fred a big hug and said, "I'll never forget you, you know, as tears ran down her cheeks," Willow said. Fred, living up to her strong image, said nothing except, "I know, Willow. Me, too." As Willow was escorted out of lock-up by a guard, Fred watched her until she turned a corner and was no more. Willow walked through the door to the outside where she saw her parents waiting for her, and as she retraced the steps she had made from the prison bus and pass the high, wire fence with rolled razor-barbed wire on top, her thoughts were of Frederica, Prisoner 666. Maggie Red Rose Prisoner Rebecca lay on the bed, worried and scared. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't. She was just doing her job and inspecting the houses on her list. This one was supposed to be empty. She'd just come waltzing up to the door, unlocked it and walked in to be confronted by a group of kids with very large guns, all pointing at her. She'd apologised, damn it. They could have let her go, but nooo. "Sorry woman, you've seen too much," she was told, and they'd dragged her up here, tied her up and dumped her on the bed. And that thug had complained that she talked too much when she was only trying to make them let her go, and he'd tied that pillow slip over her head to muffle her voice. They'd told her not to worry, as they'd drop a line to someone to come and rescue her, but first they had a little job they had to do. -- - The Homeland Security team had gathered and were preparing to move in. They'd had a tip off about this bunch and were now determined to lower the boom. And they had an extra, as an unknown woman had been seen entering the premises half an hour earlier. The nod was given, and doors and windows were suddenly flattened, and flash-bangs were active and a little group of would be terrorists were lying stunned on the floor. "The woman's not here. Where's the woman?" snarled the lieutenant. "The estate agent?" asked one prisoner. "We didn't hurt her. We just tied her up and tossed her into one on the bedrooms." "Estate agent?" quizzed the lieutenant. "She came to inspect the house for a tenant, she said. We didn't want her running around blabbing about us so we just tied her up for the time being. We would have called the cops to release her after we've gone." "Lovely," muttered the lieutenant. "An innocent bystander. Just what I need. Mike, why don't you and Ralph check over the top floor. From the count we've got everyone. But it's nice to check." "OK, boss," came the drawled reply, "but what do we do about the woman." "Check that she's healthy and breathing and leave her there where she's not in our road. We'll take this lot and drop a dime to the cops and they can come and do a rescue. They're good at that. Stay up there and keep an eye out the window until I tell you we're ready to leave." Mike grinned and headed up the stairs with Ralph. They noted Rebecca on the bed in the first room and quickly checked the rest of the floor before returning to where she lay. Rebecca heard someone come into the room and tried to talk, frustrated that her voice was muffled by the pillowcase. She wriggled, hoping someone would now untie her. Mike looked thoughtfully at the tied young woman. "Very nice," he thought. Her wriggling on the bed had caused her dress to ride up, revealing a pretty pair of lacy red panties. He looked at Ralph and shrugged. "We've got time," he observed. Ralph was also looking at those nice long legs and the shapely bottom in the red panties. He nodded. "That we do. I'll take first watch," he added, moving over to the window. Mike grinned and moved over to Rebecca. Rebecca lay there, waiting to see what was going to happen. Then she felt herself being rolled onto her stomach and felt relief. "They're going to cut me loose," she thought. Her hopes took a sudden dive as she felt hands grip her hips and lift them up until she was on all fours. Then as she felt her panties being pulled down, she started to struggle. A firm smack on the bottom indicated that this was not a good idea. Rebecca knelt there, nervously, strongly suspecting that there would shortly be a lot more going on than her panties being removed. A hand pressed against her shoulders, urging her to lower them to the bed, and Rebecca reluctantly obeyed, knowing that she was now in the head down, bottom high, position that her old boyfriend liked so much. Mike now started rubbing his hand over Rebecca's labia, treating them roughly, knowing this would hasten her dampness. After a few moments he slipped a finger between her lips, feeling around and satisfied that she was ready. Rebecca felt a finger plunging deep and testing her. She shuddered slightly, knowing rape was not too far off. Then she screamed, muffled by the pillowcase, and tried to draw away as she felt a cock diving deep into her. Her assailant ignored her wriggling and attempted withdrawal, just happily plunging deeper in. Mike grinned as he felt Rebecca's warmth close over his cock. Her wriggling was tantalising and he happily teased her with little prods and bounces. Then, knowing his time wasn't unlimited, he set to work, driving in deeply and quickly, taking his pleasure from this unwilling woman. Rebecca, felt her assailant stroking hard into her. He wasn't wasting any time she knew. He was just going to blast away inside her til he came, and bad luck to her needs. She groaned, but tried to move with the wild thrusting, hoping to make it as easy on herself as possible. Mike finished off with a few quick strokes and then withdrew. He ambled across to the window and tapped Ralph, then tossed his thumb over his shoulder. Ralph nodded, ceded the window to him and moved over to Rebecca. She was still crouched as Mike had set her, being too irritated to roll back onto her side. She'd rather lie there, bum up and fume. A tactical mistake she realised as soon as she felt movement on the bed, and another cock came charging into her. She yelped in fury, as this cock seemed to be determined to come even quicker than the first, and she found her bottom bobbing up and down like a mad thing, trying to keep up with him. "Does this idiot think this is a race?" she wondered, "or is he trying for a gold medal for the fasted fuck?" Ralph was increasingly aware of the shortness of time. The looey could call at any moment and he'd just as soon get his rocks off instead of having to head back with frustration. Rebecca was breathing hard now, the extended battery provided by a second cock was actually bring her to a climax quite nicely. She gave a groan of relief when she felt it wash over her, while cursing the man providing it. Ralph finally withdrew and straightened his clothes, almost timing it with the looey's yell. "Do we straighten her panties before we go, or leave her nicely displayed for the cops," he asked Mike. "It'd be nice to leave her presented for the boys in blue," grinned Mike, but they do ask awkward questions at times. He reached over and restored Rebecca's panties to their rightful place and then straightened her dress. A pat on the bottom, a push so that she was on her side and he and Ralph were heading down stairs to catch the looey and take their prizes home. He pulled out his mobile and waved it to the looey, at the same time pointing upstairs. Receiving a nod he called 911, letting them know where to find a missing estate agent.