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A Heiress, Tax Evasion, & Prison Ch. 01

By: Menderman



"GET ON THE BUS HOLLIS," the guard shouted and then Petra felt a shove in the middle of the back compelling her to stagger forward on to the first step in the bus doorway. She had no choice now, it was real, all the plays had failed, she started to sob as it finally hit home in her dumb blonde skull that she was going to prison for 21 days. Her 'team' of minders and attorneys had assured her it would never come to this... appeals, petitions on the internet... approaches to Governor Arnie behind the scenes... even a casual offer of Petra blowing him;... all had failed... and she just couldn't understand how they had failed to buy her out of this fix. Being convicted for tax evasion in California was unreal, it was a state past time, everyone did it ... like speeding in your car, but you never got sent to prison for it. Petra had inherited the family fortune and could afford to be a socialite; but she wanted to give something back to society to ease her guilt about her wealt and how much she ran up on her Amex each month. So in association with her accountant & lawyer they dabbled on the stock market, made some tidy money and gave it to needy causes around LA & the bay area. Petra had no real skill at the stock market. She picked companies to invest in like she did horse at the track, if the name sounded good she would invest in them. It was the skill of her team that really made the money. But somehow their 'skill' had landed her in court for tax evasion in a well publicised case that was spread over all the society & celebrity rag mags.

"Hurry up bitch," the prisoner behind her growled. This wasn't happening Petra thought as she stumbled into the bus snivelling like a 5 year old spoilt brat. In Petra's case only the number of years had changed.

She fell into the first available seat & sobbed at the injustice of her sentence. Through tear filled eyes she looked out into the court house loading bay, searching for a friendly face to come rescue her and tell her it had all been resolved, and yes, she had to blow Arnie as payback. The idea of blowing the Governor seemed very attractive at the moment. The bus meshed its gears and started to move towards the gate, now even Arnie wasn't a possibility. The gates opened and hundreds surged towards the bus, flashes from cameras hurt her eyes and she cried some more, making the picture that would show on most of the world's tabloids the following day.

Just as soon as the journey started, it was suddenly ending as the shadow of the prison fence passed over the bus, the two hour journey lost to a numbed mind.

"Welcome to our Hilton, bitch!" one of prisoners spat out to the amusement of all on the bus.

A guard came in and dragged her sobbing off the bus when she failed to leave the bus with the others. She was last in the line to be processed and booked into her new home for the next 21 days.

The processing was a daze of shouting and things being thrust into her arms, but suddenly she was standing in the moist humid atmosphere of the showers with naked cons staring at her as she just stood there.

"Get showered Hollis and ready for inspection," a guard shouted.

Some of the other cons were leaving now as she slowly stripped, taking her time so that everyone else would be gone by the time she was naked. But no chance of that as a couple of butch looking cons took their time showering, awaiting the Princess of Self Publicity to show herself to them.

"Get naked and wet right now Hollis" the guard bellowed "or I'll beat you so hard."

Looking at the big black shithouse figure of the woman guard in absolute fear Petra stripped and got under the shower.

"Want some soap Petra?" one of the cons offered.

Surprised at the offer she replied "Yes," with no manners as to please or thank you.

"Here," the con said as her arm suddenly stabbed forward hitting Petra in her exposed mound and almost forcing the soap up her pussy, which was the now obvious intention of the con. Roars of laughter filled the shower as Petra screamed and dropped to the tiles in pain, to which she was rewarded with kicks in the ribs from the two butch cons as they finally left the shower.

"Have you lost your soap Hollis?" the guard screamed, "get to your feet and get dried; this isn't the fucking Bahamas!" The cons all roared again as they were herded out by the guards for the next stage of the processing.

"Get your white girl blonde candy ass over here!" the biggest, blackest Mama she had ever seen roared at her. Petra trembled and her bladder nearly let go in fear. This wasn't real; she would wake up soon she told herself; sucking down on Arnie's meat in his Governor's mansion was far more preferable than this, 'Please let this end' her mind screamed where in reality her worst nightmares were just going to be formed. That was Petra's problem... She just wasn't used to the reality of real life... She sincerely believed that America, and the world for that matter, revolved around her.

"Toe the line here, spread your feet wide and reach for the wall," Mama guard instructed.

Paris shuffled forward until her wet toes touched the white line on the floor and she stared at the painted wall in front of her.

"Spread those legs wide!" Mama instructed, "you're well practiced at that aren't you Hollis!"

The other guards laughed, each enjoying the show.

"I said reach for the wall bitch!" mama screamed and shoved her in the middle of the back and Petra flung her arms forward to save herself. "Toe the line" and mama kicked her shin hard to make her slide her feet back to the white line, leaving her hands fixed to the wall and her body at a fifty degree angle.

"Hollis are you smuggling contraband in for all your friends?" mama demanded.

Silence.

"Bitch I asked you a question; are you smuggling in contraband?"

Petra sobbed a quiet "No."

"Didn't they teach you to talk properly at the posh school you want to?" mama growled.

"No, I don't have any contraband," Paris confirmed.

"Any tabs of E wedged under those titties of yours Hollis?"

"NO," she declared forcefully.

"I don't believe you bitch," and with that a huge black hand reached under her arm and rubbed roughly across both breasts, grating across her nipples before lowering slightly to be dragged back across the gentle under slope of her breasts. Petra's mouth dropped open in horror, but fortunately she was too shocked to make any noise.

"Those aren't big enough to be called tits you skinny bitch," mama growled in her ear," you must be hiding your stash somewhere else."

Less than 30 seconds later Petra heard the unmistakable sound of a latex glove being snapped over a wrist.

'NO I AM DREAMING' her mind screamed at her just as she felt the latex brush against her thighs and the big paw of mama clamp down over her mound.

"NNNOOO," screamed Petra in horror.

"So that is where your stash is," and with that mama started to drive her finger between Petra's pussy lips into her dry hole.

"You're dry Hollis, so that pussy of yours must be full of contraband," and suddenly a thick black arm swung around her hip and she felt mama release her mound briefly for her other hand to coat it in cold lube or gel.

Petra wasn't so dumb as to not know what was going to happen next. "NNNOOO," she screamed out loud as mama's middle, latex covered, finger forced her lips wide apart and invaded the depths of her pussy. Mama's finger was thicker than some of the cocks she had had in her schoolgirl days. Mama's hand squeezed tight against her mound to ensure her finger was as deep as it would reach.

"NNOO... PLEASE," Petra screamed.

"Are you hiding it Hollis?" mama asked and then she started to twist and poke around inside Petra's tight pussy.

"NNOO," Petra screamed, and no one listened.

Mama frigged around for a couple of minutes before she said to the other guards "Must be somewhere else."

Petra heard another guard step forward and thirty seconds later a hand thrust a cold glob of gel between the tight cheeks of her ass. Her mind was too focused on the plundering of her pussy by mama's thick digit to comprehend the imminent invasion of her ass by the other guard.

Petra screamed with all her might as the equally thick middle finger of the second guard was rammed full depth up her ass. Petra had tried anal sex before, but never had she experienced this level of violence against her body, and certainly not her ass. Suddenly the third guard pushed a night stick against her lips and Petra stopped screaming in fear of it being pushed into her mouth. As she fought to understand how this could be happening to her the third guard started to maul her right nipple while keeping the night stick pressed against her mouth to ensure her silence.

Her insides felt like she was being torn apart as two thick fingers raped her unmercilessly. The gel just coated her insides allowing them to roam at will through her ass and pussy. Her legs started to sag under the punishment.

"Stand straight bitch until we are done with you," mama grunted. Suddenly mama pulled her finger out and Petra thought it was going to end. She only had a second for that thought to form before mama thrust two fingers into her stretching her wider than even her black backing singer had done when she shagged him backstage once after filming her video. Then mama's thumb started to rub her clit sending stars before her eyes as her body surrendered to all the abuse and went into an involuntary orgasm

Petra flushed with instant heat as her body melted onto the three invading fingers and the rubbing thumb. She was only vaguely aware of the third guard tugging at her nipple in turn as she started to shake and a strange whimper escaped her lips.

Her knees finally sagged at the rough mauling of her clit and mama withdrew her fingers from the now sodden, now stretched, and now very sore pussy of a multimillion dollar heiress. Petra sank to her knees but the second guard continued to ream her now spread ass until Petra sank to the floor in the foetal position sobbing. The guards left her there.

Five minutes later mama and the others lifted her to her feet and dragged her to a nearby bench.

"Get your overalls on Hollis and be ready to join the general prison population," mama barked with no sign of compassion in return for raping her pussy and clit.

Petra struggled to get her abused body into the rough overall that now rubbed against her naked body. She didn't have the strength to consider putting on a bra or panties, she just wanted out of here. Her small blonde brain just couldn't figure out that things could, and would get worse than this.

Finally mama dragged her to her feet and yelled through a screen "Prisoner Hollis ready for general population."

And with that the door opened and mama and one other guard marched her into the prison proper.

They seemed to pass through endless doors that banged closed and locked behind her until they entered the general landing, only to be greeted by cat calls and whistles. Petra was still too fucked to hear some of the shouts, much the better for her at that moment.

"Open 141," the other guard commanded out loud.

A cell door swung open and in they marched.

A fairly buxom woman got up off the bed and stood to attention as mama entered.

"Wreford, this one is yours," at that mama and the other guard left.

"Close up 141," was the shout behind Petra and the door shut and locked behind her with a sound of finality. This was her reality now.

"So you are finally here," Wreford said, "Better get comfortable as it is going to be a long night."

Petra wasn't sure what she meant by that... She was soon going to find out. 

A Heiress, Tax Evasion, & Prison Ch. 02



Petra dropped her stuff on the cell floor, scrambled onto the bottom bunk, curled into a ball and started sobbing.

Wreford looked down on the orange ball of shaking overall; as a career crim she had seen it so many times before and knew how to exploit it for her own ends. Here was a very vulnerable young woman, a complete virgin to the prison system, and Wreford only had until sun up tomorrow to have her to herself before the rest of the strong butch dykes waded in wanting a piece of this rich famous bitch. Wreford had to decide how she wanted to play, use and exploit Petra Hollis for her own ends. But first she had to find out if she was worth using and exploiting or was she just some plastic shell constructed by a plastic surgery that you couldn't make love to in front of a log fire in case she started to melt.

"Well girl you had better get yourself out of those overalls and into your nightie so you'll feel better and more comfortable," Wreford offered, seemingly a friendly cellmate.

Petra lay there sobbing & shaking.

"Girl, you had better not be planning to keep that up all night, so get dressed for bed before lights out start in 10 minutes," she said, her voice hardening towards the end of the sentence as she lied about the lights.

Slowly Petra shuffled out of the bunk and searched through the heap she had dropped on the floor to find a plain cotton nightie. She looked with absolute disdain at the washed out garment.

"If it is not your colour then you can always sleep naked, no problem to me," Wreford stated carelessly.

Petra bent down and removed her sneakers and socks. Next she unzipped the front of her overall with her back to Wreford and let it drop to the floor as she quickly tried to pull the nightie over her head and body.

Wreford briefly saw her smooth skin and maybe a glimpse of breast as the nightie quickly covered her skinny body. Then Petra stepped out of the overalls and turned towards her bunk.

"You'd better pick up all your shit girl and leave this place tidy, we don't want to fall out on our first evening do we?"

Petra silently packed up and folded her stuff and put into the small cupboard and set her wash things by the small bowl in the corner. Finally she turned and saw Wreford stood tall and square between her and the bed.

"How would you like to spend the evening Petra?" she asked casually.

Petra was stunned, the question seemed inane, and there was nothing to do in such a small cell.

"Wreford... sorry I didn't catch your first name, but I just need to go to bed."

"My mother called me Claire... Everyone just calls me Wreford," she explained, "Yes we're going to bed, but in here we have good manners and we say goodnight."

"Good night Wreford," Petra whispered as she moved forward towards Wreford and her bed. Wreford did not move out of the way. Instead her left hand reached under Petra's chin and gripped her fine jaw line with a consummate power that Petra had never felt before; it felt as if Wreford could shatter her jaw with just one squeeze. Petra looked directly into Wreford's eyes, and instantly felt a cold shiver of fear run down her spine. Whilst Wreford appeared friendly, a small alarm bell was starting to ring in the back of her mind that all was not well.

"Good manners is a hug and a kiss Petra" As she firmly lifted Petra's mouth towards hers and slid one arm around her waist to pull the waif like figure in tight to her own body.

Petra could not bear to look into Wreford's eyes as their lips came together, her instincts told her the situation might go down hill fast from here. Unfortunately Petra had neglected her instincts for many, many years and that was why she was in prison now. She was starting to regret not listening to the signals and alarms her body and mind gave her just as Wreford's lips touched her own.

Petra didn't have the gumption to tense her lips and Wreford's tongue slid straight past them to invade her warm wet mouth. She felt Wreford's firm grip pull her slim frame against Wreford's firmer larger body, tight into her pelvis. The strong grip on her jaw made any attempt to fight back pointless, Petra could only groan "No Please Wreford let me go."

Wreford tightened her grip on Petra's jaw and eased her head back off her tongue but still keeping her pulled tight against her pelvis. "Petra you have 20 nights in here and it is totally dependent on me as to how you spend them. It is totally dependent on you in the next couple of minutes to decide how much you are going to enjoy them." Wreford's cold eyes held her in a frightening stare.

"But I am Petra Hollis, you can't do this to me!" She said indignantly, the alarm bells temporarily silenced.

"To me you a skinny blonde who just happens to be rich and famous. People in here will want a piece of you because you are a skinny blonde and that is what they like; others will want a piece of you because you are rich and famous and that will be their only achievement in life... having a piece of you"

Petra shivered as she realized that she was being talked about as if she was a piece of meat about to be shared out at Sunday's family meal.

"Now we have got that out of the way, I am ready for my kiss and hug," as Wreford pulled Petra's lips back towards hers. Wreford could now feel Petra keeping her body stiff so she didn't come forward so quickly. This made Wreford smile as her strong fingers increased their grip on Petra's glass like jaw and her other hand moved down to firmly grip one of Petra's skinny buns.

Revulsion filled Petra as Wreford's tongue slipped inside her mouth again and she was sure that it was going to remain there longer this time. Petra just stood there immobile as Wreford's tongue explored her mouth and lips; and her hand started to hike up the back of the nightie. Petra's mind focused on the voyage of her nightie as being tongued by another woman was beyond belief. Slowly the hem rose up the back of her thighs and then brushed across her ass; she knew that shortly her bare ass would be there for Wreford's attention. Petra considered wrenching herself off and shouting for help, but her instincts told her no one was going to come and help her. Wreford had her in a firm grip and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Just as she expected, Wreford's powerful hand started to caress her ass in a firm manner whilst her tongue still patrolled the inside of her mouth. Wreford's hand dipped between her cheeks and her finger tip found the underside of her pussy; Petra stood on tip toes to avoid the prying fingers, but that only pushed Wreford's tongue further into her mouth. Revulsion wanted to make her gag but the firm grip on her jaw prevented that.

Next Wreford ran her nails up Petra's back making her arch against her body, but the nightie also worked upwards until it was caught tight under her breasts at the front. Suddenly she released her jaw and thrust her hand between them to tug the nightie over her breasts, over her head and throw it across the cell leaving Petra standing there fighting for breath now her lips were free.

"Petra, it is time you were in bed so I can tuck into you," Wreford smiled.

"You mean 'tuck me in'?" Petra asked, but in her stomach she knew she had heard right first time.

"Get into bed girl and make sure you are ready for me," Wreford said coldly; Petra pulled the sheet and blanket back, jumped in and covered herself.

Wreford stood there and pulled down the zip to her overalls so the weight of her full unholstered breasts pushed the material apart giving Petra a view of a real pair of tits compared with her own spaniel's ear sized breasts. Petra felt a vast hole in the pit of her stomach as Wreford calmly let her overalls drop to the cell floor before she stepped out of them. Petra had very close girl friends that she had hugged and kissed in friendship and fun in the past, usually while she had a fair bit of booze or drugs inside her. But now she was shit scared that this was going to be a whole new experience that went beyond hugs and kisses between friends; this was going to be a woman taking possession of her body, and what made it worse was that she was going to be stone cold sober whilst it happened. Petra shivered; and she wasn't sure if it was through fear, being cold, or something else caused by looking at the shapely figure of Wreford advancing slowly towards her with a confident smile spread across her face.

"Girl, there is no point hiding under that blanket, so you might as well peel it back and show me your wares," She smiled confidently knowing that she had total control over her new cellmate whether her roomie knew it yet or not.

"Please Wreford... we can work something out... I will make it worth your while to take care of me whilst I am in here serving my sentence," Petra tried.

"Girl, there is no need to work something out... I've already done that and believe me I have every intention of taking care of you. The choice you have at this moment is whether you take the soft or hard option," Wreford smiled as she watched horror dawn across Petra's face. The soft option is you opening up those blankets and your body to me willingly... Or the hard option is that I come in there and haul them off you and Daddy fucks you to within an inch of your pampered life."

Petra had a pasty complexion at the best of times, but now she was just plain white with shock, her worst dreams were coming true. Her friend had joked she would be 'Butch Bait" in jail but she had dismissed that as teasing. Now it appeared to be true as this powerful woman with a well formed naked body started to kneel on the edge of the bunk.

Petra held the blankets tight up around her neck as Wreford reached forward to gently cup her chin again and look deep into her eyes. Petra's eyes pleaded and watered in return for mercy.

"Petra, this is your time to decide how the rest of your sentence is to be served based on your decision and action in the next two minutes," Wreford calmly informed her, "I can be sweet, gentle and loving, or Daddy can fuck the arse off you until you are begging and crying for him to stop... Which is it to be... Either I can be your lover or you will be a fuck toy... time to make a choice girl!"

Petra sat there numb as the seconds passed with Wreford sat there immobile holding her chin. Paetra didn't want any of the options, especially the second one; but then again it was too late to start regretting having not paid attention to what her accountant and lawyer did in her name.

"Please Wreford," she begged and wept.

"Soft or hard girl," Wreford calmly replied.

Openly sobbing "PLLEEAASSSEEE," she begged.

"Lover or Daddy, no more waiting... Time is getting on girl," as she increased her grip on Paris' chin, building a little pain into the mix.

Petra knew for once in her life she had absolutely no influence over the outcome; she knew she was fucked; she knew she was going to be fucked, she just had to decide how much it was going to hurt her pride and her body.

Wreford rocked forward a little and pulled forward on Petra's chin.

Time had run out for Petra. Looking into Wreford's eyes she could see into the soul of someone capable of dispensing immense hurt and pain. She didn't know what offence Wreford had committed but she seemed to have some form of social standing with the guards in a prison sort of way that meant Wreford was far from being an angel. Petra knew there was no way she could defend herself against such a woman, left alone fight her within the confines of the bunk bed.

This was the defining moment of Petra's life to date... and both women knew it; Wreford smiled in acknowledgement of that fact.

Fresh tears rolled down Petra's cheeks... she relaxed her grip on the blanket... what choice did she have? ... She very slowly started to lower the blanket.

Wreford stared straight ahead all of the time, straight into Petra's eyes. She didn't look at Petra's body as it was slowly exposed... she just looked into her eyes demonstrating she had absolute control and ownership of Petra from this moment on... That she could choose when she would acknowledge Petra's nudity and her subservience to Wreford.

Petra felt the upper slope of her small breast become exposed and there was no reaction or acknowledgement from Wreford.

Then her nipples felt the warmth of the bedding abandon them and the cool air of the cell surround her breasts... still no acknowledgement. All of her lovers & photographers had always focused on the sight of her breasts... Petra couldn't comprehend that Wreford would not be fascinated with her breasts... The breasts of Petra Hollis glammer star to millions... but not apparently to Wreford.

The bedding went further south exposing her flat stomach, and still Wreford held her chin firmly whilst looking deep into Petra's eyes. Petra felt Wreford's eyes and attention boring and burning into her. She was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Not knowing what else to do, Petra continued to remove the bedding, this time pulling it off the top of her thighs, the cool air gaining access to her pussy... the pussy that had been plundered by mama earlier and was still sore because of it. Her tanned thighs became exposed and finally the bedding left her body totally exposed and she let go of it to allow her hand to reach between her thighs to cover her pussy... But for what purpose?... Wreford was still staring into her eyes.

They both sat for a couple of minutes in silence, staring into each other's eyes, totally immobile, neither moving on the bunk.

Petra broke first, she just didn't have the patience or the experience for this sort of game... She just didn't know what it was about or what the stakes where... the game was called Ownership and the stakes were her body and her soul.

"So?" Petra asked.

Thirty seconds of silence, that seemed to stretch forever.

"So what?" responded Wreford.

"So what happens now?"

"What do you think?" said Wreford maintaining the initiative.

Another thirty seconds of silence before Petra broke.

"You make love to me?"

A slight smile in Wreford's eyes and more silence.

Finally "Or you make love to me," Wreford hinted.

Horror in Petra's eyes and more silence.

Wreford's thumb and fingers on Petra's jaw were starting to become uncomfortable.

"I don't want either, I just want to sleep," Petra begged.

"I don't remember that being one of the options available," Wreford calmly informed her.

Petra wept fresh tears that ran down her cheeks onto Wreford's fingers. Wreford ignored their warmth.

"I've made love to many women Petra, and tonight is all about you, just as all of your life has been just about you," Wreford offered pointedly. Pulling forward on Petra's chin so her lips came to within an inch of Wreford's, "Tonight you can make love to me and we'll see if you as good as people might dream you to be." Petra felt sick as Wreford's lips made contact with hers and Wreford's tongue entered her mouth again. But this time things changed, Wreford released Paris's chin and took Petra's hands into her own and lifted them up onto her warm full breasts. Wreford made Petra curve her palms around her breasts and lifted them slightly so she felt the weight of their fullness. Wreford sighed into Petra's mouth in satisfaction with how the evening was going so far as she drew on Petra's mouth with her own.

New thoughts and sensations flooded through Petra as Wreford guided her hands in hers over her breasts. Petra actually enjoyed the intimacy of the situation and the soft warmth of Wreford's flesh. Wreford's nipples hardened into erect little bullets and she guided Petra's fingertips to tease them as she shivered in appreciation of the way the evening was warming up. She was sure she could make Petra into an accomplished lover by the end of the night.

After several minutes Wreford eased her hands off, to be pleased that Petra continued to massage her tits of her own accord. Wreford reached between them to search out Petra's own nipples and she was very pleased to find them rock hard... the little bitch was obviously being turned on whether she wanted to be or not. Petra's tits were obviously way smaller than her own, but they made a refreshing change from playing with her own each night when she masturbated herself dreaming of the next innocent to be put into her cell.

As good as having her breast fondled was, Wreford much preferred having them suckled. She broke the kiss and pulled Petra's head down onto her neck; Petra caught on and soon Wreford was enjoying the warm touch of her lips on her neck. But her nipples ached for attention and slowly over several minutes Wreford slowly worked Petra's lips down her neck, over the slope of her full breasts and finally onto her nipples. She was surprised that Petra had done it without fight or hesitation.

Petra herself was surprised that she was actually enjoying the feel and taste of Wreford; and now she was suckling this woman's nipples like a milk starved baby. The weight and fullness of her breasts was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she was surprised that she wasn't revulsed by what she was doing.

The ache between Wreford's thighs was becoming unbearable so she sought out one of Petra's hands from between their hot bodies. Using both hands she straightened out Petra's fingers on her left hand and then drew it between her thighs. Wreford's warm thighs acted as a funnel to guide their hands toward her pussy. As they reached the damp mound Wreford peeled her own hands back to grip Petra's wrist as she drove Petra's fingertips into her pussy. Wreford groaned out loud as two fingers entered her and a third rode up under her hood to rub against her now erect clit.

Petra nearly bit into Wreford's nipple in horror as she realised she was fingering her cellmate. She had never done this to another woman or ever dreamt that she would.

Wreford firmly gripped Petra's wrist and then started to drive her hand forward and back like a warm human dildo that started to relieve the ache in her pussy and clit.

"Keep sucking those nipples hard girl," Wreford instructed as she felt herself starting to edge toward her first orgasm.

Using her free hand Petra reached down to stroke her own pussy because of the itch between her lips.

"Leave it alone girl, that pussy is mine alone... do you understand?" Wreford almost barked, shocking Petra. But Wreford continued to ram Petra's fingers deep into her now saturated pussy.

"I'm nearly ready to cum girl... Bunch your fingertips together so three fingers fill my cunt and then use your thumb on my clit once I hold you deep inside of me."

Wreford forcibly rammed Petra's fingers into her slick hole and thrust her hips forward at the same time to maximize the penetration.

"Now frig my clit girl... hard... And suck down on my nipples girl," Wreford almost shouted at Petra in her need for release.

"Bring me off girl," Wreford cried almost in ecstasy as she neared orgasm.

Petra bit onto the engorged nipple as her thumb cruelly rubbed at speed across Wreford's clit.

"YES... YES GIRL... GOD YYYEESSS," Wreford screamed out loud as she came apart under the most intense orgasm she had had all week. Petra felt her own pussy twitch as Wreford's body shook in front of her, she just couldn't believe how turned on she felt and how intimate this seemed when she was being used as a sex toy for Wreford. But she had to admit that Wreford's tits and pussy did feel good. Petra was suddenly wrenched from these thoughts as Wreford grabbed her by the hair, pulling her off her nipple and pushing Petra's head down south towards her pussy as Wreford adjusted her position on the bed to lie down full length trapping Petra between her and the cell wall.

"Eat me out girl," Wreford simply instructed as she opened her thighs wide and continued to push Petra's head down between them. Petra could smell the musky aroma of Wreford's juices that seemed to fill the entire cell. She knew she should be objecting to this but she knew there was no help available and secretly she knew that she was getting turned on by this forbidden sex, as much as she had being fucked by a well hung black car valet in New York the previous month after some charity function. Enjoying what she shouldn't really have had always been a feature of Petra's spoilt life to date.




A Heiress, Tax Evasion, & Prison Ch. 02



Suddenly, right in front of her eyes she saw Wreford's fingers peel her pussy lips wide apart exposing her clit and sodden hole to Petra's saucer sized eyes. She had never seen another woman's pussy in such intimate and close up detail. She was fascinated. As a girl Petra had licked her own juices off her fingers after frigging herself off at night in bed, but she had never imagined tasting another woman's pussy. Well in about 10 seconds that was about to change.

"Stick that tongue of yours deep inside my cunt girl, and lick me good," was the last thing Petra heard as her face was rammed tight into Wreford's mound and her strong thighs closed over Petra's ears to trap her in place.

Petra just had no choice but to start licking... and she was amazed that she quite enjoyed it... and Wreford tasted good. There was no reluctance, Petra took to licking Wreford as if she was the last ice cream on earth, and Wreford loved the skinny bitch for it. Wreford revelled in her power over her cellmates as much as she enjoyed having them eat her out.

For the next five minutes Petra delved deep into Wreford, amazed at the amount of juice she was having to swallow... this was so different to male sex... she was getting pleasure for herself, then she felt Wreford tug on her long hair, pulling her upwards.

"You eat pussy well girl, now turn your attention to my clit and finish me off."

Petra didn't need any second instructions as Wreford's thighs eased apart to allow her to move. Petra became bold and used her arms to push Wreford's knees wide apart, stretching her pussy lips apart and exposing Wreford's blood swollen clit. Petra's tongue zeroed straight in on the bud.

Wreford's ass jumped up off the bed as Petra hit her button, Petra quickly slipped her hands under Wreford's fleshy ass and sank her fingers into each cheek. Wreford groaned out loud in open appreciation and pushed Petra's face hard down on her mound.

Petra set her tongue vibrating and started to lash across the swollen clit, she loved the feel of the bud on the tip of her tongue, and by the way Wreford's mound pushed back at her then so her cellmate was obviously enjoying herself as well. Petra's own pussy ached for attention and relief, but she feared Wreford's wrath if she started to play with herself.

Wreford hadn't received such an enthusiastic licking for months from a first nighter like Petra, she was impressed and most of all... desperate to cum.

"That's it girl... bring me off," Wreford nearly screamed, her ass thrust up off the bunk supported by her legs and Petra's fingers. "SUCK MMMMEEE," Wreford wailed. Petra sealed her lips around the bud and sucked down.

Wreford thought she was going to pass out or die; this girl sure could eat pussy. She just screamed and creamed, not caring who heard her. Anyway it would make the other bitches jealous and push up the price on Petra's head for those that desired to have her. The bunk shook as Wreford humped her orgasming body all over it with Petra's mouth clamped to her pussy like a leech. Her orgasm just blew her mind and washed juices down onto Petra. Petra released her clit and sealed her mouth down on her gaping pussy to stem the flow as she drank from Wreford's well of nectar.

A minute of lapping was all Wreford could take... she needed respite... she needed and wanted to eat the famous Petra Hollis out until she screamed and creamed on her own tongue. Wreford pulled Petra's hair to peel her off her pussy. "Girl, step off the bed a minute and let me lie flat; then swing your leg over and sit on my face... I want to eat that pussy of yours until you scream for me to stop.

Petra was shocked... but not surprised... neither was she repulsed by the idea... she was horny and her own pussy craved attention by whatever method would give her relief. Standing at the side of the bed she watch Wreford shuffle downwards... she was surprised at the tingling she got in her own nipples and pussy as she watched Wreford's full breasts roll and sway as she moved. There seemed to be an intimacy with Wreford that she had never experienced before. It was as if a woman knew exactly what made a woman tick, far more so then a man had ever done for her. Man had only been interested in her body or her money; for the first time, despite the circumstances, she felt that someone understood her needs and what made her tick. Whilst this wasn't exactly consensual, she had no objection to lowering herself to sit on Wreford's face.

Finally Wreford was comfortable and she held her arms up wanting, needing Petra to step forward and join her on the bunk again. Whilst Petra was shit scared of Wreford, knowing that she was tough and a hard woman to be in prison; she realised she wanted to join Wreford. Just as she was about to lift her leg she realised that it would be better for her if she faced towards the bottom of the bunk so she could play with Wreford's tits and pussy as well as having her pussy eaten out. Wreford was almost pouting for her as she climbed on the bed and lowered her pussy on to Wreford's expectant mouth. For a brief moment she felt Wreford's lips seal down on her pussy before her lips were suddenly thrust apart by Wreford's invading tongue that broke the seal on Petra's untouched cunt and let her dam of juices flow around the warm penetrating flesh that was now exploring her hole.

"OH GOD," Petra cried out loud as she arched her back and settled more firmly on Wreford's mouth, thus allowing her tongue to penetrate Petra even further. Then leaning forward slightly Petra reached down to scoop up Wreford's tits into her hands, both for stability and her own pleasure. There was something warm and comforting about Wreford's tits that seemed to give Petra some sense of security... she couldn't understand why, but her fear of prison seemed to be ebbing away as she gave herself over to Wreford's tongue buried deep in her snatch and the warmth and firmness of Wreford's tits in her hands.

Soon Petra was squirming on Wreford's mouth and Wreford's experience had taught her that Petra was close to cumming. Wreford reached up and back with her arms so she could reach behind Petra to grip her tight little buns in her hands. They were skinny and bony, she preferred more flesh on her lovers but then she was enjoying the famous Petra Hollis on the end of her tongue. For being in prison things couldn't get much better than this. Wreford could hear Petra groaning above her and felt Petra's hands doing wonderful things to her tits; but she knew that Petra was so close to orgasm.

Petra felt Wreford's tongue explore every minute detail of the inside of her pussy, the feelings were so new to her as she felt her ass being played with and Wreford's fingers running up and down her crack before starting to circle her rear hole.

'Surely she is not going to play with that?' Petra thought just seconds before Wreford switched her tongue to Petra's clit and eased a finger tip inside Petra's ring.

The world just seemed to end for Petra, Wreford's tongue was dancing a vibrating rhythm on her clit, pain was registered in her ass, and a dam broke deep inside Petra as her orgasm let go of her juices and she spasmed on Wreford's lips. Petra's fingers sank deep into Wreford's tit flesh as she urgently tried to retain her balance sat astride Wreford's busy tongue.

Petra couldn't believe nor withstand the pleasures and feelings ripping through her body. Releasing Wreford's tits she fell forward, her arms ripping Wreford's legs apart so she could dive straight down onto Wreford's clit and return the pleasures she was experiencing. They both held tight onto each other in a frantic 69 of lust; two tongues licking two hard clits for all they were worth. Between licks both women panted their excitement and their lust; both women fighting to keep going as orgasms and juices tore through their bodies and they savoured the juices that their tongues lapped up.

Suddenly it was just too much for either of them and by unspoken mutual consent they just collapsed, Wreford back onto the pillow, and Petra face down on Wreford's mound. They lay still for several minutes, their tongues and lips coated with the juices of each other; their own pussies licked raw by each other... and their clits swollen and raw. But they were both immensely satisfied. They rested for several minutes holding on to each other's sweating body, enjoying the warmth and musk of each other as they regained their breath.

Finally Wreford pushed Petra's thigh up and off her face, instructing "Kneel on the end of the bed girl and bury your face into this pillow. Wreford's voice brokered no argument from Petra as she climbed off the bed and felt a thin trail of juices start to run down the inside of her thigh. Wreford followed Petra off the bed and then went to her cupboard.

"Bury your face in that pillow girl and no looking," Wreford barked.

When she was sure Petra wasn't looking she opened the cupboard for Daddy.

Petra heard movement behind her and then Wreford's hands were caressing her ass and hips for a couple of minutes before reaching between her thighs to rub her trail of juices into her skin like some beauty lotion. Finally Wreford's fingers traced up the inside of Petra's thighs until they dipped into her pussy; Petra eased her thighs apart slightly as she knelt there to make it is easier and more pleasurable.

She felt Wreford's finger tips ease her pussy lips apart, exposing her clit and then she waited for Wreford's lips to eat her out again, this time from behind.

"Say hello to Daddy," smirked Wreford.

Suddenly Petra's pussy was being ripped wide apart, her head jerked out of the pillow as she screamed in howling pain as a thick prick, the girth of a redwood tree, tore her pussy lips asunder and ploughed deep inside her tiny, skinny frame. Her screams were still ringing around the cell as she felt hips ram into her bony ass and the monster seemed to go right up into her cervix. Sharp nails sank into her hips holding her in position. She had never felt such pain before in her life. Through the pain she realised that she had been raped by a monster penis and slowly it dawned on her that Wreford had fucked her with a monster fucking strap on dildo. Just as she understood what had happened the monster pulled back until only her lips were stretched around the monster head.

"Do you like Daddy," Wreford cried out in a cruel voice before she slammed hard into Petra again.

Petra screamed in absolute pain as 9 or 10 inches of hard dildo ripped her apart again. Even the biggest, blackest cock she had ever ridden hadn't been this thick, the girth was huge.

Now Wreford felt Petra had the measure of the monster inside her she sank her fingers into Petra's bony hips for grip and then started to fuck the living daylights out of the skinny bitch millionairess knelt on the bunk under her. Wreford could see Petra's juices smeared over the latex of the dildo each time she withdrew it... before slamming back into the bitch with all of her might.

Wreford hated the Hollywood set with a passion. She hated the way they blew money like water from a fire hydrant whilst everyone else fought to make a living in LA. She hated their celebrity 'status' and the way people dreamed of being like them. Life had never been fair to Wreford and now she had one of those Hollywood Bitches in her cell; better than that she was fucking one of the bitches with all of the strength and hatred she could muster.

The double ended dildo rubbed against Wreford's clit every time so hit bottom in Petra and this drove her wild. She needed the dildo to give her a good fucking and orgasm; and the only way for it to do that was to savagely fuck Petra for all she was worth. She pummelled Petra's pussy hard, banging hard up against that bony ass of hers like a door stop.

Petra just couldn't stop screaming through the unrelenting pain, her pussy was being raped by this monster and the dildo felt as bad. She just couldn't comprehend that Wreford was doing this to her after they had just shared such a wonderful, sensual 69 between them here on the same bunk that she was now getting raped on.

Wreford just sawed in and out of Petra, She moved her fingers on to her Petra's little buns and spread them wide so she could see her little puckered hole winking at her. The dildo was bringing Wreford along nicely, her pussy was salivating around the latex as it rubbed across her clit and moved deep inside her own pussy. The excitement of banging this bitch was going to add to her growing orgasm to give her the best night's sex in months.

Slowly Petra was getting used to the pain and the monster fucking her senseless, she no choice in the matter. Her pussy was starting to get used to the girth of the dildo that was shagging her and the incredible depth that it was rooting her. She was grateful that she had orgasmed already and that her pussy was already slick with juices to coat the monster. Surprising herself she was even becoming slightly turned on by her situation even though this was against her will.

Wreford reached upto the shelf by her side and grabbed hold of the purple vibrator she kept there for just such a moment. She eased off on her stroke as she twisted the end cap to turn her little beauty on to a very slow speed, then she reached down to coat its tip with the juices running from her own pussy as the dildo stroked in and out of her. She slowly rotated the head so it was evenly coated and then she gently rubbed it over her own clit.

Bingo, her senses tripped the light fantastic as she triggered a mini orgasm that made her weak at the knees and broke her stroke into Petra.

"Whats that noise?" Petra asked mystified.

Wreford smiled and eased the vibrator off her throbbing clit; she checked it was still liberally coated with her juices... eased the dildo back until just an inch remained in Petra... calmly announced "This!" and pressed the vibrator to Petra's ring piece.

Petra shook as if she had received an electric shock as new sensations teased her brain. But then the pain increased as the vibrating head started to stretch her tight hole.

"PLEASE NO WREFORD, FOR GOD'S SAKE NO... PPLLEEAASSEEE," she screamed to no avail as Wreford slid in three inches of the vibrator and then rammed her hips forward with all of her might to ram 'Daddy' deep into her very core.

Wreford turned the vibrator on to full and pushed in another inch. Petra's head dropped into the pillow as she screamed for her mother. Then her body collapsed onto the bunk and the dildo almost pulled out of her, but the vibrator remained gutting her ass. This took Wreford by surprise, but not for long as she herself rammed her hips body, the momentum almost slamming her body down on top of Petra which would have thrust the entire 6 inches of the vibrator deep inside and required a doctor to remove it.

Petra just couldn't manage the wall of pain that fell onto her, but underneath in the rubble she felt her clit rub against the rough blanket stimulating her with its coarseness. Something about her treatment was exciting her body into 'enjoying' her rough treatment by releasing a flood of juices around Daddy.

"I am going to fuck you to death tonight girl," Wreford said in a menacing tone that Petra totally believed. Wreford thrust Petra's prone legs wide apart so she could fit her hips between her thighs and then she started to fuck Petra in earnest.

The feel of the vibrations reverberating through her lower body excited her clit and now her nipples were also rubbing on the rough blanket stimulating her even more. Add to this the roughest and thickest fucking she had ever received in her life was all taking Petra quickly to her next orgasm. She just couldn't believe that being raped by a monster dildo and ass fucked by a vibrator against her will would turn her on so much. Now she was used to the pain she had stopped screaming and Wreford coarse threatening language turned her on as well. Six more penetrating thrusts and the sonic waves from her ass tore her apart as an over powering orgasm erupted inside of her. Her body shook on the bunk as Wreford continued to fuck her.

"Wreford... PLEASE STOP," she screamed as the orgasm seemed to suck her energy away; but the pounding of her pussy continued. Her juices coated the monster and still it slammed in. Petra reached behind to quickly pull the vibrator from her ass as she felt she was going to die if this abuse continued.

"WREFORD PPLLLEEAASSEEE," she screamed.

Wreford had run out of steam herself and Daddy had rubbed her own pussy raw... She had lost count of how many orgasms she had powered through in her hatred of the rich bitch below her. She could see Petra prone on the bed, almost lifeless... fucked nearly to death, so she slowly pulled the huge dildo out to a grateful sigh from Petra.

Petra lay there for several minutes unable to believe the violence had finished. Slowly she rolled on her back to see Wreford at the end of the bed. Petra sat up and slid her legs off the end of the bed. She unstrapped the dildo wrapped her arms around Wreford's hips and looked up into Wreford's eyes and she took one of Wreford's nipples deep into her mouth.

There was no warmth in Wreford's eyes as she looked down on the hopeless skinny figure of the rich bitch she had just raped. But this girl sure knew how to suck titty. Maybe she was worth keeping; but it also depended what she was offered for Petra tomorrow. She knew she would have to guard Petra if she wanted to retain her.

"Get to bed girl, tomorrow is going to be no picnic."



A Heiress, Tax Evasion, & Prison Ch. 03



Petra awoke to her first full day in jail and she had no understanding or comprehension of how her day would go. Before today she had always dictated how and where her day would go, how it and her money would be spent. If she thought she was a brand .... A celebrity ..... a magnet for magazines ..... by the end of the day she would find out that she was a commodity in jail ..... something to be traded in whatever currency would be accepted for the transaction. But as Petra stretched in her bunk and felt discomfort from her plundered pussy and her tender flat tits she did not realise what the day held in store for her once the cell door opened and she mixed with the rest of the prisoners.

Wreford slid down off the top bunk and started to dress. Petra admired her body, still surprised that she could feel that way about another woman. In a way Wreford was supplanting her mother who was always protecting her from everything, even herself when she was at her worst and most selfish.

"Girl, get dressed and make sure this place is nice and tidy before breakfast," Wreford instructed, "and make sure you stay close to me at all times that we are outside this cell."

Petra slowly got up and searched for her clothes on the floor remembering how she had been slowly stripped last night before eventually being thoroughly shagged by a ten inch dildo.

"You listening to me girl?" Wreford demanded.

"Pardon?" Petra replied.

"Girl .... You better listen to me for several reasons .... Firstly if you want to stay in one piece today and for the rest of your sentence then you had better still within an arms reach of me ..... Secondly, you and your ass belongs to me whilst you are in here. You better understand this and the faster you understand these simple truths the safer your millionaire ass will be."

Petra finished dressing and briefly turned to Wreford and casually said "Sure."

Wreford shook her head just as she heard the lock spring free, their nightly confinement over .... And with it Petra's safety ..... 'The blonde bitch just doesn't understand this' Wreford thought.

"Lets get breakfast," Wreford simply instructed and headed out the door, her eyes scanning left and right looking for threats. She knew they were out their and she knew that they coveted her new bitch .... Not just because her bitch was good looking ... but because she was rich and famous .... She was on the TV .... She was on the front of magazines .... And most of the women wanted a piece of her whether it was just her money .... Or a piece of her body ..... and Wreford's eyes smiled as she remembered how sweet her bitch's pussy tasted.

Petra strolled out behind Wreford at the same time as others emerged from their cells and all eyes turned on Petra.

"Yol, Wreford is she sweet?" one yelled and others laughed.

"Those titties of yours real bitch?" yelled another.

Petra felt uncomfortable. As people started to fill the area around her she started to feel afraid. A powerful hand gripped her ass and another brushed lightly across her breast. Now she was afraid and walked straight into Wreford's back seeking safety and security.

Wreford turned and her eyes burnt into the women. To Petra she looked like a very angry grizzly bear that you didn't want to fuck with. Whilst she felt grateful to Wreford she wondered what Wreford had done in her past to embed such instant fear and respect into these hard faced cons.

Somehow she made it through the food line and sat down next to Wreford who was instantly surrounded by a small group of women who looked outwards as they ate; reminding Petra of the security detail she sometimes had in public. The food was horrific and Petra just moved it around her plate.

"Shit girl there isn't much meat on you so you had better get used to the food and eat 'cos you are here for 21 days. And you are going to need your energy girl ..... You hear me?" ordered Wreford with a wry smile on her face for her circle of cronies, who dutifully smiled back with the smug look of knowing an insider joke.

"My sentence has been cut in half for good behaviour," Petra indignantly stated.

The cons at the table all laughed at that one, "Who did you shag to get that," one asked. "Who did your lawyer buy off for that deal girl?" asked another.

Petra remained tight lipped on that one. She just hoped that money and not the promise of sexual favours had sweetened that behind the scenes deal.

Following breakfast the group moved to the general assembly area and settled around predetermined tables that had an invisible "Reserved" label that all the other cons respected.

Petra listened to the inane chatter that bore no resemblance to her world ..... to be honest she had no idea what they were talking about most of the time. Mid morning she stood up looking around for the restrooms.

"Going somewhere girl?" Wreford asked quietly.

"I need the restroom," Petra replied.

Wreford nodded her head slightly and four of her cronies rose as one to form a protective detail around her before leading her off to the 'restrooms'.

As the party moved away Wreford's eyes scanned the room, and yes as expected a few people were starting to head off. Wreford gave it another couple of minutes before she rose and headed off herself.

The shower and restroom area was packed by the time Wreford arrived. Petra was cornered in a cubicle looking shit scared with her 'detail' arranged around the door hard staring down 6 other women .... One of which Wreford expected to be there.

"Quite a party of bitches gathered so early in the day," Wreford said in a low menacing growl from the back. Three of the other party turned and looked at Wreford trying to look tough. But Wreford already knew the answer for each of them. She knew which ones were tough and which just pretended to be. The hard one of the group hadn't moved, she was still staring directly at Petra.

"So what is it to be Pennells?" Wreford queried no one in particular as she spoke, but her meaning was clear.

It was quiet for a few minutes with just hard stares being traded between the parties.

"So is she your bitch ..... or are you just being friendly to a newbie?" Pennells asked.

Wreford just chuckled.

"So is she sweet?" Pennells asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Wreford replied.

"So how is this going to go down?"

"Well that depends on you .... Do you have the 'balls' for this or do want to suggest a price?"

A few minutes of silence and more hard stares followed as Pennells wondered if she and her team had the ability to finally take down Wreford and take the crown along with ownership of this wing.

"And what did you have in mind Wreford?"

Wreford smiled inwardly like a poker player knowing that she still ruled supreme; but in the back of her mind she could still one day be stabbed in the shower with a shank, probably by one of her own crew who had been turned. That was why she looked after members of her crew to secure their loyalty and devotion; plus their sexual favours when she needed them.

"Thirty cartoons," Wreford said in a flat voice.

"Did those skinny thighs of hers cut off the air supply to your brain last night?" Pennells asked.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then," Wreford observed.

"You finished girl," Wreford looked at Petra who nodded in absolute fear, "So you going to stand in the shit house all day girl?"

Petra stepped forward and her detail pushed forwards through Pennell's circle of cronies, protecting Petra as they moved back into the general area.

The rest of the day passed without incident, but it dragged for Petra as she wasn't used to such boredom chilled by fear.

Finally they moved back into their cell after dinner and two of Wreford's crew came in as well and sat down reading a few of Wreford's magazines. A buzzer sounded five short chirps. Four minutes later it chirped once more, and sixty seconds later the door closed and locked. Petra looked up in surprise from her bunk to see that the other two women were still sat there.

Wreford hopped down off her bunk and sat down against the wall along side her cronies facing Petra. "Time for you to say 'Thank You' for today girl" Wreford stated plainly.

Petra just stared straight ahead, the message totally missed, just passing the dumb blonde by.

"Got no manners girl?" one of the cons asked.

Petra just looked blank, not understanding this alien world she had entered.

Wreford stepped up to her bunk and pulled her to her feet by grabbing the front of her overall; Petra was instantly afraid looking into Wreford's cold hard eyes.

"My lady friends kept you safe today Petra and you need to show them some gratitude ...... You understand girl?" Wreford asked simply.

The blank look on the dumb blonde's face told everyone she didn't. The newbie was definitely a virgin to the ways of prison life.

"We don't have Amex or Visa here girl ..... it isn't one of the better places the world over as the advert says," the other lag said to everyone's amusement except Petra."

"So if you can't give a tip on your platinum card, how else are you going to show your gratitude girl?" the other asked.

"Sorry Ladies, I was forgetting my manners," Wreford said, "Petra let me introduce Stafford & Watson ..... they are our guests tonight and you are going to make them feel very welcome in our home."

Petra shivered; she wasn't that dumb to misunderstand what that message meant. She now knew her millions were worthless in here, her body was going to be her only currency here as she didn't have the guile or strength to be able to stand up for herself against this building of cons and guards.

"Well girl we haven't got all night ..... some of us need our beauty sleep," Stafford called out, "Turn your back to us girl and strip those overalls down to your waist," she instructed.

Petra stood there frozen to the spot.

"We do have all night girl, but I'm not one for waiting," Stafford growled.

Petra knew there was no point in looking to Wreford for help. Petra knew that her next movement would decide how her night went. Slowly she turned her back on the three women and started to remove her overall.

All three women felt their pussies moisten and their nipples harden as the orange material slid down to Petra's waist to reveal her lightly tanned smooth shoulders and back. All three looked at each other, grinned, and licked their lips at the meal standing in front of them.

"That looks pretty damned fine from here girl," Watson praised, "Now slowly lower them to the floor so we can see those sweet cheeks and legs girl."

"The panties too," Stafford instructed.

Petra had tears rolling from her eyes as she pushed her panties & overalls down to the floor and stepped out of them.

"Spread them legs apart and place your hands on the bunk," Watson instructed as she stood up and peeled off her own clothes.

Petra felt a rough hand grip the inside of her thigh and she immediately flinched in fear of what she knew was to follow. Her body was to be the currency of the night.

Watson slid her hand up Petra's thigh before placing both hands firmly on the buns of her cute tight ass. "Nice cheeks girl," she praised as she started to massage Petra's warm flesh.

Petra felt dirty, being groped in this way, but her nipples began to harden in the warm evening air of the cell.

Wreford and Stafford both stripped off and Stafford moved to Petra's side to admire her young body. Stafford and Watson shared contented grins as Stafford placed one hand on Paris's shoulder to stroke her fine skin and reached under her to cup her right breast.

Petra flinched once more.

Wreford sat down in one of the chairs and spread her thighs wide to enjoy the show as her hand cruised south over her stomach towards her itching pussy. Stafford and Watson spent several minutes roaming their hands over Petra's statue body staying clear of her pussy, but enjoying the feel and warmth of her ass and breasts. Petra felt her pussy getting wetter as four hands roamed at will over her body. She shivered as Watson leaned in to kiss her neck.

Stafford looked to Wreford, her eyes begging permission; Wreford sat with impassive eyes denying permission to Stafford to play with Hollis's pussy. That gift would be given later. Wreford's hand cupped her own mons and sighed at the relief that gave her in a temporary sense. She had three of her bitches to perform however she wanted them to ....... Now she just had to decide how, when, with who, and doing what ..... choices, choices, choices.

Petra just couldn't believe that she was letting this happen to her, let alone tolerate these bull dykes groping her at all; but when it came down to it she was bright enough to know that they controlled her world and at the moment only three of them were in her world. She had come to the realisation during the day that if Wreford didn't protect her or sold her on then she was anyone's meat ..... and that must surely be worse than the indignity she was going through now.

Wreford ran her finger between her lips and felt the hot moist flesh ease apart and flashes of pleasure run across the back of her eyes. Time to move on. "Petra pull your mattress on to the floor and then lie down on it on your back."

Petra felt Stafford & Watson's hands drop her like a hot potato at the sound of Wreford's instruction. She knew it to be in her best interests to obey immediately and she did.

Just as Petra's head came to rest on the mattress Wreford issued her next commandment, "Watson lower that sweet pussy of yours down on to Hollis's face so she can eat you out ....... And Stafford can very gently warm up the girl's pussy with her tongue for me. Don't bring her off mind; Just keep her hovering there ready for me."

Petra's horizon darkened as Watson's meaty thighs closed each side of her head and her shaven pussy eased itself onto her mouth. At the same time she felt her legs being bent at the knees and then spread wide as Stafford climbed between them.

Stafford's tongue ran gently the full length of her pussy before lightly pressing onto the hood of her clit ...... and Petra found it lit up every sense and source of pleasure in her body. But Watson wanted attention too as she wiped her pussy over Petra's mouth. So Petra mimicked Stafford by lightly cruising her tongue over the outer edge of Watson's damp pussy.

For the next five minutes Petra followed everything that Stafford did to her and pleasured Watson in the same way. By now her pussy lips were swollen flaps oozing juice over Stafford's gentle, sensual lapping tongue. In return Petra had a steady flow of hot juice running into her mouth from Watson. All three women were purring as they lapped like Cheshire cats at a bowl of single cream.

Wreford sat there admiring the scene being acted out below by her willing troupe of actors. She herself was close to orgasm as the tip of her middle finger lightly rubbed back and forth across the erect solid tip of her clit. She needed to cum, and she wanted the satisfaction of someone doing it for her. Slowly she rose to her feet and stepped over Petra's midriff with one leg so she was facing Watson who looked up into her eyes longingly.

"Right then ladies this is how it is going to be :- Stafford you keep Hollis right on the edge but don't let her cum, and under no circumstances are you to touch your pussy ...... we clear on that? ...... Hollis is going to eat you out next so you are going to have to wait ....... Hollis you can eat Watson's pussy for all you are worth right now, she loves her clit to be sucked hard on and chewed ..... you go for it girl ..... make her dance on your face! ..... Now Watson you can reach up and fondle my tits and nipples while I mesh your face into my pussy and you bring me off ...... Now make sure you do a good job of it girl cos I'm a ready to cum ..... Lets get to it Ladies."

At that Wreford pulled Watson's face tight against her pussy until she felt Watson's tongue spear deep inside her. Petra felt Watson push her pussy tight down and back on to her mouth so that the erect bud of Watson's clit was centred over her mouth. She needed no second invitation as her tongue lashed upwards to rub across the horny and sensitive tip.

Watson nearly screamed her delight into Wreford's pussy as jolts of pleasure and pain seared through her body on the administrations of Hollis's tongue. She ground her mound hard and fast across Hollis's mouth in her desperate need to cum. At the same time she reached up with both hands to cup and hold Wreford's delightful breasts, ensuring her thumbs rotated across the warm flesh to search out her hard nipples. Watson loved and adored every opportunity to pleasure Wreford and she took get pride in being able to excite Wreford into a body destroying orgasm with her mouth, tongue and fingers.

Stafford on the other hand had the short end of the stick so to speak. She feared Wreford's wrath in case she allowed Hollis to cum and she desperately wanted to satisfy the yearning between her own thighs. She could see how swollen and juicy Hollis was and she knew that she would be turned on to the max with licking Watson's pussy .... Any woman would be .... So she dare not touch Hollis's pussy in any way. So instead she moved her lips to the tender, velvety skin of Hollis's inner thighs and made do with kissing and licking the warm skin. In fact she was pleasantly surprised at how erotic she found this to be. She would remember for a future night when she had one of her own bitches keep her warm in bed one long night. Yes, she could enjoy several hours of someone making gentle love to her thighs. This thinking did nothing to reduce the need between her own thighs and she rubbed her own thighs tight together desperately trying to ease the urgent need for orgasm that her whole body cried out for. She could hear the wet licking sounds of sodden pussies being licked and the appreciative moans generated in response and this only made it worse for her but she dare not succumb and fail Wreford's command.

Wreford ran her fingers through Watson's hair in open appreciation of the loving her pussy was receiving and pulled Watson's face tighter in between her thighs to communicate that it was time for Watson to send her over the edge. Watson did not miss the signal and her tongue latched onto Wreford's erect clit and rubbed hard across and around it. At the same time she raked her nails over Wreford's erect tender nipples to make Wreford sag at the knees as the fires of orgasm consumed her like a raging furnace. Wreford saw flashes of white light across her eyes as her body went to white hot in seconds. Her body tried to extinguish the flames consuming her by breaking the dam of juices to wash over Watson's tongue as she orgasmed in buckets. Watson seemed to be supporting her by her tits as she just shook and vibrated through one of most intense orgasms ever.

Petra felt the movement above her and heard Wreford's cries even with Watson's firm thighs tight against her ears. She was surprised but she was actually enjoying the position she was in, both figuratively and literally. The feel and taste of Watson's pussy seemed so much more sensual and erotic compared with sucking a guy's dick. She seemed to instinctively know what to do to give pleasure to the woman above, and so she just focused on alternatively lashing and sucking down on Watson's erect bud. Watson started to thrash around and break contact with Petra's lips, so Paris reached up and sank her fingers into the flesh of Watson's hips to pull her down tight onto her tongue and lips. Petra's face was awash with Watson's juices as she creamed her way through her orgasm. Petra heaved down onto Watson's hips some more to ram her pussy tight onto her lips so Petra could seal her lips tight onto Watson's engorged pussy lips and suck down hard. Watson screamed into Wreford's pussy as this intense pleasure tore her apart. Watson nearly passed out and sank her nails deep into the flesh of Wreford's full tits to hold her steady as she tried to continue Wreford throughout her own orgasm.




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Petra humped her hips up and down, desperate for release of her own by tempting Stafford to give her pussy one final kiss or lick. 'Please Stafford' her mind begged hoping ESP would work. All to no avail.

Finally Wreford could bear it no longer, her breasts felt cut to shreds by Watson's nails and her pussy felt raw as she struggled to maintain her balance through the final waves of her orgasm. She had to firmly pull back on Watson's hair to peel her juice coated face off her swollen, tender mound. Her clit still throbbing from the action it had received. Wreford and Watson stared hard and deep into each others eyes. Watson could detect a slight smile of warmth and she knew she was still Wreford's favourite bitch for attending to her pussy. Wreford and Watson panted out loud as they tried to recover from their orgasms.

Wreford stepped to one side and commanded "Hollis get off that mattress and sit on my face ..... I want to eat out that primed and juiced up pussy of yours. While I am doing that you can thank Stafford by eating her out as she stands in front of you. Watson you can strap on that dildo and fuck me like your life depends on it ..... Now move ladies.

In under a minute the mattress was clear and Wreford lay down on it ready to accept Petra lowering her pussy onto Wreford's hungry expectant mouth. Petra stood facing Wreford's pussy and lowered herself down so that she would be able to fondle and tease Wreford's womanly breasts as she was eaten out and she got to bring Stafford to an orgasm with her own mouth. Before her own pussy came to rest on Wreford, Petra felt Stafford step over Wreford, grip the back of her head and start to pull her forward onto her mound. Stafford was too fired up to wait and she wanted some of Wreford's new bitch for herself.

Watson smiled to herself as she watched the action start as she reached into the cupboard to find the strap on dildo with which she was going to fuck Wreford until she begged her to stop.

Wreford, Stafford and Hollis were soon groaning as they licked, each with a desperate selfish need for self satisfaction. Wreford's arms wrapped themselves tightly around Hollis's thighs as she knew that Petra would be fighting to escape her tongue, lips and teeth once she got to work on her clit and pussy. Last night had been a gentle breaking in for her new bitch, now she was about to find out the full cost of Wreford's ownership and protection. Petra just didn't realise that she was a commodity to be traded like a second hand car, that her sticker price lost most of its value once it was driven off the yard. By the end of tonight both her sticker price and body will have depreciated considerably. As Wreford's tongue raked across Hollis's clit for the first time tonight she realised that she probably only had another couple of rides left in this blonde coupe before she traded her in.

Petra felt the most amazing feelings arc through her clit as Wreford's nails sank into the tender flesh of her thighs, not realising the thoughts and trades passing through Wreford's mind under her sodden pussy. She was suddenly brought back to reality as Stafford tugged on her hair and rammed her face into a saturated pussy while groaning "Bring me off rich bitch" in a husky dry sexually demanding voice.

Watson now had the strap dildo strapped to her thighs with four inches of silicon projecting deep into her own pussy as she knelt down and reached behind Wreford's knees to lift them and spread them wide. She gazed at her boss's damp pussy and climbed between the strong thighs. Watson ran her middle finger gently between Wreford's lips to check she was wet enough for her before easing the tip of the dildo between her lips to coat the head with Wreford's own juices. Wreford breathed in, in anticipation of the shagging she knew she was about to receive. She knew that Watson knew the limits, but those limits were to stop just short of fucking her to death!! Watson could see Wreford's mouth sealed against Hollis's pussy, eating her clit like it was going to be her last supper; the sight turned her on no end. But she was focused on her own pleasure and that of her boss; so she sank her fingers into Wreford's thighs for traction and then thrust forward with her hips driving the fat dildo deep into Wreford's pussy. 

Wreford felt the dildo rip her apart, she loved the brutality of Watson's 'lovemaking'; she loved the hard fucking that she knew Watson was about to give her and she knew that she would be creaming and screaming in open pleasure at the abuse her pussy was about to receive. In response she drove her tongue deep into Hollis's pussy, lashing her tongue from side to side to make it feel like an invading prick reaming out the sodden flesh between Hollis's legs.

Any guard looking through the spy hole would have seen four women starting to work up a sweat in one mound of sexed female flesh each craving their own release. No guard would have risked incurring Wreford's wrath if she knew anyone had watched.

Stafford felt her knees starting to weaken as she rubbed Hollis's face across her pussy like a rag doll. She had one hand gripping the blonde bitch's long locks and her other reached up to fondle her own breasts and nipples. The closer she got to orgasm the rougher she was with herself to drive herself towards the abyss of orgasm. Her juices were flowing hot and copiously, her nipples were rock hard and crying out for attention. She obliged by raking her nails over the sensitive tips before gripping them between thumb and forefingers to send jolts through her breast. "Chew on my clit bitch and bring me off," she growled and pulled Hollis's face even tighter against her if that was possible.

Now Petra realised she was just a sex toy to these women. She knew that any pleasure she got from tonight would just be coincidental; and that most likely she was going to come off worse. At that very moment she felt the sharp edge of Wreford's teeth rake over her erect clit; she screamed out loud into Stafford's pussy. Each of the other women heard the smothered scream and smile inwardly to themselves .... The night was beginning to heat up and it was only just starting.

Stafford started the first collapse as her pussy just tore her apart as Petra's teeth had caught her clit when she screamed, this sent Stafford over the top. Petra nearly gagged on the flood of juices, unable to breathe and sucking as if her life depended on it. It was like a perverted snuff movie and her body took sick pleasure in her dire straits by triggering her own orgasm over Wreford. She in turn lapped at Paris's clit like a maniac as her face was flooded by Petra creaming above her. Wreford's own hips started to hump off the floor encouraging Watson to increase the depth and force she was pounding the dildo into Wreford. Unrestrained screams filled the air as four sexily charged women creamed over each other.

Watson could see Hollis's wet minge smearing juices over Wreford's hungry mouth and it stimulated her as she felt her own pussy start to orgasm around the invading length that hammered into her own cunt whenever she thrust hard against Wreford's pelvic bone, sinking the dildo to the hilt inside Wreford. She kept thrusting as long as possible until her orgasm destroyed her sense of purpose and she fell forward between Stafford's spread legs and sealed her mouth on one of Wreford's erect nipples. This made Wreford shake and start to scream, her pussy stuffed full of invading dildo and her throat starting to gag on Hollis's juices.

Stafford admitted defeat first by releasing Hollis's head and stepping back. Petra in turn gulped in huge lungfuls of air and rolled forward thrusting one hand onto Wreford's free breast and the other forcing Watson's face hard down on the nipple she was already chewing. At this point Wreford bucked and tried to thrust Hollis's hips away so she could breathe. Once she got air into her desperate lungs she pulled on Watson's hair to release her nipple and withdraw the dildo from deep inside her. All four women found a position so they could breathe and recover. Huge intakes of air and panting noises filled the cell for the next five minutes as sweaty bodies tried to recover.

Wreford smiled up at Watson well pleased with the shagging she had received and also licked her lips at the latest opportunity to eat out her new bitch. As she regained her composure she started to plan out what she wanted next. "Take it off," she quieted whispered to Watson, who immediately complied by undoing the straps and sliding the length out of her own dripping pussy.

"Stafford, lie on your back with your legs stretched out together," Wreford calmly instructed.

"Petra you can fetch the double schlong we used last night and ease half of it into Stafford's dripping cunt."

Petra hesitated.

"Go do it girl," Watson barked.

Petra did as she was told and sank down next to Stafford's hips. Stafford eased her thighs apart slightly and Petra very hesitantly slid the schlong in inch by inch until her fingertips rubbed up against Stafford's clit where she was holding the half way point on the schlong. Stafford quivered in appreciation of both the thickness inside her and the touch of Hollis's fingertips on her clit; she nearly orgasmed there and then.

"Now Petra face Stafford's feet and kneel over the top of her legs," Petra complied immediately.

Wreford smiled, she greatly enjoyed the power she held over the other women, as Petra was progressing well as a new bitch. So well in fact she wasn't so sure now about trading her. Wreford knelt down alongside Stafford and gripped the schlong as she leant forward to snog Stafford in a hungry forceful manner. As Wreford's tongue invaded Stafford's mouth she eased the Schlong further into Stafford so that it rammed up against her womb and made her scream into Wreford's mouth. Wreford bit down on Stafford's lip drawing blood. She took her hand off the schlong and gripped Stafford's right breast in a firm grip, making the woman wince as Wreford continued to draw heavily on her mouth. Both women were hungry for air when Wreford finally broke the kiss and smiled at Stafford as she painful squeezed and teased Stafford's erect tender nipple before releasing it and turning toward Hollis's cute tight ass poised above Stafford's knees.

"Now then Petra back up slowly towards me so I can feed this into you," Wreford instructed with almost a hint of warmth in her voice. As Petra's cute spread ass got closer Wreford reached forward with one hand to massage the tight buttock. Whilst Wreford preferred her women to have some meat on them, now and again it made a refreshing change to sample a bony one; especially when this bony tart was a millionairess.

Petra felt the schlong pass between her cheeks as Wreford bent it lower down. Petra held still as she felt Wreford's fingers prise her sodden pussy lips wide apart before sinking a finger deep into her snatch. Both women enjoyed the sensation in their own way. Petra knew she needed a finger to loosen her up as she remembered how thick and powerful the schlong was from last night.

The finger eventually slipped from her pussy as Wreford instructed "Now slid back Petra and enjoy your treat." At this Wreford guided the bulbous tip between Petra's saturated lips before letting go of the schlong and sinking her fingers into Petra's bony hips. Once she had a firm grip she tugged Petra's ass backwards so the schlong rammed deep into Petra and at the same time rammed the other end even deeper into Stafford's cunt. Both Petra and Stafford screamed as the latex monsters tore up their pussies and hammered at the neck of their wombs. With a cruel smile on her lips Wreford then started to pound Petra backwards & forwards to shag both of her bitches below her. Watson saw the cruelty in Wreford's eyes and was pleased not to be on the receiving end of it.

Grunts filled the cell at the effort exerted by Wreford and the hammering received by the other two women. It was just too much for Stafford and her pussy just let loose vast amounts of juices to smooth the friction of the invading monster. Wreford released Petra's hips, her finger nails leaving welts in the flesh as she reached down to seek out Stafford's clit, which she duly found. There was no loving care in Wreford, just a selfish passionate desire to own and destroy other women. Her finger peeled back Stafford's hood and her middle finger found the exposed hardened excited clit in all of it's sensitive glory; and she rubbed it raw as Stafford bucked up hard off the floor trying to escape the torment. This bucking just made the schlong fuck both women deeper and harder.

It felt like raw violence to Petra and she was fucked by the schlong projecting from Stafford's cunt. Every so often their mounds would rub together and make both of them cream even more until juices smeared ... more like flooded, over their mounds. Grunts and highly sexed screams filled the cell as Petra and Stafford's humping bodies automatically fucked each other to destruction.

Finally their energy and orgasms died and Petra fell forward onto Stafford's legs, the schlong still buried deep into two creaming but tender pussies as each woman fought for air into their lungs.

"Whilst you ladies recover Watson is going to sit by Stafford's feet with her own feet up the side of Stafford's hips so that Petra can lean forward and eat out Watson's amazing pussy.

As Watson slowly climbed into position Petra took huge lungfuls of air. She knew she would need all of her strength tonight to survive this night of raw, abusive girlie sex. Watson and Stafford adjusted their positions until they fitted together and Watson grabbed the blondes head and pulled her down to service her aching pussy and clit. Watson swooned as Petra's now expert tongue took one long lick up the full length of her pussy lips.

Once Wreford was sure that Paris was engrossed in Watson's pussy she quietly picked up the discarded strap on and reached into the cupboard for some KY Warming Cream. Wreford loved the feel of inserting the four inches of latex into her own pussy before she started fixing the straps around her waist. She stood over Stafford and smiled as she looked down on Petra's spread ass with the juice coated schlong buried between her lips. But just above the schlong was the jewel that Wreford desired .... Petras's back door.

Wreford knelt one leg each side of Stafford's hips and held the strap on about 2 inches for Petra's ass; then she emptied a large glob of warming cream onto her fingers. Wreford nodded to Watson and Watson took a firm grip on Petra's head and hair to hold her tight against her pussy. She wanted Petra to scream deep into her pussy when the time came in just under a minutes time.

Stafford started to hump her hips to drive the schlong into Petra in a smooth motion; and at the same time Wreford smeared the cream onto Petra's ring piece and gave a slight push against her hole to coat the rim. Then her cream covered hands gripped Petra's hips as she rammed her own hips forward and speared Petra's hole like a spear that just plunged deep inside her.

As expected Petra just screamed deep into Watson's pussy as unimaginable pain tore her insides apart and she fought against Watson's grip to break loose just as Wreford's weight fell across her back and pinned her against Watson.

Petra's hips felt ripped apart along with her insides as both the schlong and the strap on filled her as she had never felt before. She had fucked some well hung guys in her time, but she had never experienced being double penetrated before -- it just blew her mind as her body absorbed the incredible pain that seemed to be killing her from the inside out. White light and red hot heat seemed to burn the back of her eyes as she barely felt the schlong sliding in and out in a steady rhythm. It was the fullness of the strap on that focused her entire mind.

Wreford reached under Petra to find Petra's nipples and then she started to rub over them to distract Petra as Wreford slowly eased her hips backwards, withdrawing the strap on until just the tip was between Petra's ring. Wreford cruelly pinched Petra's nipples at the exact same moment her hips lunged forward sending the strap on deep into Petra's stretched ring piece.

Watson's timing was off and she had relaxed her grip on Petra's head. As the base of the strap on hammered against her torn asunder ring piece Petra's scream awoke the entire wing of the prison. This time Wreford did not rest against Petra's back. This time she balanced herself perfectly so her hips could saw backwards and forwards as she hung onto Petra's now pain filled nipples.

The next five minutes were a sea of pain and abuse as the three cons gang raped her viciously gripping and shagging her. Petra screamed for them to stop, only to be laughed at in return by three sex crazed women who were having the best night of prison sex that they had ever experienced in their entire criminal careers.

White flashes of pain crossed her eyes as her nipples were raked & pulled, and her pussy and ass were repeatedly violated. But through the pain she couldn't believe that her body was responding by creaming. Her juices just flowed even as she screamed out loud in pain.

Petra just wanted to pass out to avoid the pain; she knew in her heart that this abuse wasn't going to end anytime soon. At this moment she feared for her life. There was no one to rush to her assistance as their normally was. No flunky to carry out her every wish, demand or desire; no member of her family to comfort her, no brace of lawyers to defend; ..... she just had three evil cold convicts fucking her constantly, and no guards rushing to her aid and rescue. If only she could pull her face away from Watson's pussy long enough she would scream for her mother to rescue her and save her from this torment before setting the lawyers onto them to tear their worlds apart.

Her body went into fire protection mode by releasing a flood of juices in her pussy to coat the walls of her well fucked pussy as a self survival lubricant against the invading schlong. But her ass had no protection system to protect her aching torn hole. The strap on just plundered her full depth without any form of defence.

Wreford's nails scored across Petra's nipples making her scream out loud and leaving red whet marks across her breasts, but still she continued to saw in and out of Petra's now bleeding ass as she brutally raped her new bitch. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto Watson's juice matted minge.

After 15 minutes of unbelievable brutality the three cons finally ran out of energy. Watson's clit was raw and tender, with her minge bruised by the hammering of Petra's mouth against as she was being continual rooted from behind by Wreford and Stafford. Stafford had creamed herself so many times she had lost count, but as her hips finally came to a standstill with the schlong still buried to the hilt in her pussy she felt the dull ache start to build inside her. She knew she was bruised and beaten inside herself, but she felt that the opportunity to fuck this young bitch had been worth the pain that was coming her way over the next couple of days. Wreford was dripping sweat down onto Petra's back as she pushed up off her slut's body to tear the strap on out of Petra's torn ass. Finally Wreford stood up and unfastened the straps from around her waist. Her own pussy was dripping with juices as she pulled the end of the dildo out of her own battered pussy. She had never experienced anything that brutal, that beautiful or that satisfying before; and wandered if she could ever enjoy soft lovemaking in future again.

Wreford looked down to see Watson starting to ease backwards away from Petra, thus allowing Stafford to push Petra's destroyed ass forward so that the schlong eased out of both of their battered pussies. Petra just crawled into a foetal ball on the floor as Watson & Stafford finally climbed to their feet to high five Wreford after their gang rape of Petra. Paris was left sobbing on the floor whilst the others spent the next 20 minutes or so recovering on the bunks.




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Eventually Watson & Stafford got up and reached down to pick up Paris under her arms and gradually pulled her up straight. At the same time Wreford positioned the table into the middle of the cell. Watson & Stafford lifted Petra's limp body up onto the table and laid her on her back like a slab of butchered meat, which she more closely resembled than a world famous heiress. They then let her arms hang down towards the floor leaving her small flat breasts undefended against further assault. Watson & Stafford bent over Petra and took one breast apiece each to play with. Wreford was still hungry for cunt, and resting on the end of the table was the wettest and juiciest piece of cunt in the prison at that moment. Wreford knelt on the floor between Petra's thighs and lifted the skinny legs onto her shoulders and looked forward to the dripping prize a foot in front of her.

Petra was so shagged to death that her body wasn't reacting with alarm to what was happening to her, even as Wreford's rough fingers callously peeled Petra's pussy lips apart and Wreford licked her lips at the pleasures and liberties she was about to take.

Suddenly Petra became aware of two mouths chewing and biting her erect tender nipples just a minute before a long tongue tore up her tunnel making her back arch upwards in automatic reaction. For the next twenty minutes she endured three women taking their own selfish pleasure from her body. Petra just didn't have the strength or the willpower to fight back or beat them off. She endured fingers running over every inch of her skinny body; and at times fingers entering her mouth, pussy and ass. She was just a piece of meat on the slab, being used as a fuck toy for three hard ass women that didn't have a care or consequence in the world to worry about.

Petra lost all track of time, she didn't know how far through the night she had survived the endless rape of her body. But finally the three cons tired of her body and lifted her fucked and battered body onto the lower bunk. Wreford climbed in behind her and Watson lovingly placed a blanket over Wreford and Petra. Just as Petra finally surrendered her body to sleep she felt Wreford's finger slip into her sodden, battered pussy and Wreford's mouth nuzzle her neck and the bunk rocked slightly as Stafford & Watson climbed up to share the top bunk; bringing her night of gang rape to an end.



A Heiress, Tax Evasion, & Prison Ch. 04



Even though Petra had managed to get some sleep after her marathon night of shagging, she still felt fucked to death. Every part of her body ached, especially her well fucked pussy and ass; she felt as if she was walking like John Wayne used to on the classic cowboy movies. But her waddle was to avoid rubbing her tender swollen pussy lips together. She craved to sink into a deep hot bath or a luxurious spa, but she knew her reality was to shower in public in front of an audience who made no secret of the fact that they wanted a piece of her ... either her body or her wealth. Petra knew that she still stank of last nights sex, especially with the copious amounts of cum that had run down the inside of her thighs. She felt dirty, not just for being unwashed, but also for being used as Wreford's bitch.

Petra picked up an old magazine and sat within her protective detail that safeguarded her on behalf of Wreford; and who were rewarded with a piece of Petra for their loyalty to Wreford. Both Stafford and Watson sat there with knowing smiles, knowing what Petra tasted like and how she was to fuck after the rewards of last night. 

Pennells signalled Wreford that she wanted to talk and they headed off to a neutral room followed closely by their two most trusted bitches as security. Petra was too shagged to notice Stafford leaving but being replaced immediately by another hard faced dyke of the strap on variety.

The discussions lasted ten minutes before they all returned to the central area and Wreford waltzed up to Petra in a relaxed fashion.

"Lets get you cleaned up girl, Stafford and Watson will take care of you." Suddenly another of Wreford's crew was handing Stafford some towelling and toiletries as if by magic.

"Lets go Hollis," Stafford barked reinforcing her position as Number 2 to Wreford. Petra rose and followed her knowing there was no choice or free will whilst she remained in this facility. Petra was surprised to find the showers totally empty and that she could strip and shower in private. She loved the heat of the water and the gentle soaping of the shower gel ... She felt human again rather than being one of Wreford's bitches. All too quickly her time was up as Stafford walked in and handed her a towel as she looked up and down admiring Petra's wet dripping body.

"I have to say you are an amazing fuck Hollis," she said as a compliment, "Now get dressed and let's go.

Petra took as long as she could without incurring Stafford's wrath. Finally she emerged from the shower feeling reborn. There was a long line of cons waiting to get back into the toilets & shower, and Petra realised that she had been treated like royalty in a convict sort of way.

Petra was surprised when she was led back to Wreford's cell rather that the general day area. Stafford stood outside the door and gestured for Petra to enter on her own. Petra was amazed to see Wreford and Pennells exchanging warm smiles at each other, but she was even more amazed to see her bed covered with neatly stacked cartons of cigarettes. She couldn't comprehend what was happening and why.

Wreford stepped forward and stood directly in front of Petra and looked coldly into her eyes before seizing the back of Petra's head and deep throated her with her tongue.

"Hey! Don't damage the goods Wreford; I've paid for that so get your mitts off the bitch!"

Petra's eyes were wide in horror. She was being discussed as sold goods ... then the cartons of cigarettes made sense.

Wreford had released her and stepped back leaving Petra with her mouth wide open as her eyes counted three rows of ten cartons of cigarettes on her bed. 'Fuck,' her mind screamed, 'I've been sold for 30 cartons of cigarettes.' Petra didn't know what an unbelievable fortune that was within prison.

Pennells stepped forward and quickly gripped Petra's open jaw firmly in her hand. "We'd better get you home girl hadn't we?" she simply stated as her free hand reached up to grip and massage one of Petra's breasts through her overalls.

Indignation finally swept of Petra "You fucking sold me you bitch," she screamed at Wreford moments before pain shot through her mouth as Pennell's powerful hand gripped her jaw in a vice like grip.

"You'd better have better manners with me bitch or you are going to regret meeting me," Pennells snarled into her face, "Now get your sweet lips outside," as she squeezed down on Petra's breast and pushed her backwards.

As if by magic two of Pennell's bitches stepped into the cell and gripped Petra's arms leading her out onto the landing.

Petra's mind whirled at great speed, but she wasn't bright enough to understand it all. She was in a daze as she was frogmarched across the landing in the wake of Pennell's cute tight ass which swayed inside her tight overalls.

They were twenty paces from Pennell's cell when all hell let loose.

The sirens wailed out their incredible noise as the corridor doors burst open and the riot squad stormed in with night sticks raised.

"LOCK DOWN, LOCK DOWN, STAND STILL, STAND ABSOLUTELY FUCKING STILL," the first charging guard screamed from behind his visored helmet.

Thirty or more guards stormed in making a beeline for Pennells and her entourage. Night sticks swung through the air as blows rained down on her bitches. Within thirty seconds only Pennells and Paris were left standing in that group; the rest were groaning on the floor battered & bleeding from their swift beating.

Cries of "SAFE, SAFE ..... SECURE, SECURE," echoed around the wing as any other prisoners pressed themselves tight against the walls shit scared to move a muscle for fear of a fearsome beating from the riot squad.

Two officers built like brick shithouses lifted Petra off her feet and dragged her out of the wing, the corridor slamming shut behind them.

The penny then dropped for Pennells so to speak. She had just paid out the highest price in US prison history for a piece of cunt and all she had received for that fortune was less than a minute of squeezing a covered breast. Rage and incredible anger exploded in Pennells.

"Wreford, you fucking bitch .... I'll fucking kill you ... YOU FUCKING BITCH," she screamed seconds before two night sticks smashed into her head and stomach. She collapsed onto the floor as more blows helped her on her way down.

In her cell Wreford smiled broadly, having pulled off the biggest robbery inside a US prison. She laughed out loud as she heard Pennells scream die under the impact of night sticks. The thirty cartons looked like gold bullion on the bunk. This would seal her position as Queen Bitch in this prison, if not across the state.

Petra, for her part, just saw corridor after corridor glide past her; the quality of the finishes and carpet improving the further she was carried. Suddenly she glimpsed a secretary at a desk out the corner of her eye just as two huge panelled doors opened to a huge office. All of a sudden she was stood in front of a hard faced woman who had a sign on her desk announcing her as "Governor Spalding."

"Stand up straight Hollis" one of the storm troopers growled out loud.

Petra was dazed and bewildered.

The second guard elbowed her in the ribs, "On your feet Hollis," she too growled.

The blonde bimbo started to comprehend as she stood up straight.

"What do we have here?" Governor Spalding asked without even looking up from the report she was adding notes to.

"Prisoner Hollis reporting for duty Governor," the largest guard reported formally.

"Did she give you any trouble warder?" the Governor asked quietly.

"None so far Governor," he replied.

"Fair enough, you are both dismissed; ..... and thank you for the professional manner in which you dealt with the incident."

They snapped to attention, about faced and marched out of the office closing the doors behind them.

Silence filled the office for a couple of minutes as the Governor continued to write and Petra stood like a statue as she was still in shock from what had just happened; especially the instant brutality dispensed to Pennells by the riot squad.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Petra, the Governor stared straight at her for a couple of minutes before standing and walking around her desk to stand behind Petra.

She stood silently behind Petra looking her up and down. The baggy overalls did nothing to attenuate or even display a prisioner's body or figure. By now the Governor had seen enough uniforms in her many years in the service to be able to interpret the figure of the body that the overalls were hanging off.

She had seen some famous women pass through here before for various offences, mostly minor, but more so these days relating to drink and drugs. She had even tasted some of them. The next ten minutes or so would decide if she added Petra Hollis to her long list of trophy prisoners. She began her standard speech, the one where she just had to remember to insert the name of said prisoner in the correct place as she spoke her speech from memory. The speech had always proved successful in the past, and she saw no reason for it not to remain so today; especially as the recipient was blonde.

"So Hilton I take it you are settling into our facility okay and that you find our facilities and clients to your liking." It was more a statement of fact than a question. One to which no prisoner had ever responded.

Still feeling pain from her abused ass, Petra was bright enough to know that she just had to listen and learn if she wanted to survive the time within these walls. She also understood the basic threat that had just been issued by the Governor.

"What you say and do in here Hollis has a strategic bearing on how the remaining length of your sentence goes, both for you, the people in this facility and your loved ones outside these walls." The spiel continued, "I hear you have met our two community leaders and our head warder who have made you welcome to my facility; and I am sure you are looking forward to making their reacquaintance when you leave here," the calm, clear, cold monologue informed her. "Pennells will have been patched up by the time you return to share a cell with her," she calmly announced, "I am sure Pennells will welcome you back with open arms, I understand her strap on is longer and thicker than Wreford's," she let the threat just hang in the air between them.

"As I said it is your choice as to what happens from here. At present I see two choices being available to you. The first one is return to the general population after this here meeting ...... and I am sure Pennells will welcome you with open arms ..... and a bulging hard on just for you."

The Governor was quiet as she started to pace behind Petra, carefully making her wait ..... waiting to see if the alternative would make Petra ask for the alternative.

Petra found time hanging in the air as she heard the Governor pace across the thick pile carpet behind. She craved to know what the second alternative was, but she was too afraid to ask. But she hoped it was a real alternative to Pennells who she greatly feared compared to Wreford.

The silence and the pacing stretched into a couple of minutes and Petra was desperate to hear of the alternative, but she also feared it, anticipating that it would demand a higher price than the first alternative. But she didn't know if that price would be physical, monetary, or emotional, and could she afford to pay it?

"One phone call from me could see you at home tonight with your family & friends," the Governor stated simply as she passed behind Petra again," and the offer was left hanging in the air.

Petra's heart soared into the clouds, but the offer had to have a price tag and the thought of that price brought her down to earth and she kept quiet, still fearful of speaking unbidden in the presence of the Governor.

"Has the cat got your tongue Hollis?" the Governor asked in a low voice.

"The second alternative is certainly more preferable to the first Governor," Petra managed to say in as flat a voice as she could manage not wanting to give away how much the possibility made her heart soar, but fearing it was a trick.

"You could be there in three or four hours if you played your cards right," the Governor informed her.

Petra's mind raced, she just had no experience on what to do next .... So much to win, freedom ..... but then again so much to lose. She couldn't see the Governor as she paced up and down behind her, let alone see her face for an indication of what she might be thinking.

"And how could we make that happen?" Paris asked giving some credence that this might be possible, way beyond her current situation.

"There could be some medical grounds that caused your early release," the Governor's offer hung in the air again.

Petra was so desperate to grab it with both hands, but she knew it wasn't a gift, it came with a price tag and she didn't know what price was written on that tag.

"And you would do that," Paris queried.

"For the right reasons," the Governor responded.

"And those are?" Petra asked by way of definition.

"I want to know what Pennells saw in you that made her want to pay the highest prison sale price in the history of the California prison system. You have no understanding of what she put together to buy you from Wreford, but I have not seen anything like it in my twenty plus years in this job."

Petra stood and thought about it. She could do it once more, right here, right now, with the possible, just possible reward of the Governor honouring her offer. Or the alternative was another 18 nights of what she had already endured, possibly worse. As Petra stood there both she and the Governor both knew that she had no real choice.