3 comments/ 15570 views/ 4 favorites Changing of the Guard By: DireLilith Shar`Von sharpened his sword, the sharpening stone making a crisp, almost slick sounding noise as he ran it quickly across the side of his blade. In the corner of his eye, he could see Sidhe's head bobbing in the water of the deep blue ocean they were camped next to. His lips tightened and he forced himself not to think of the fact that despite his objections, she was probably out there naked right now. Unprotected, he thought, forcing the thought from his head that the only thing she truly had to worry about was sitting on the shore, waiting for her. I am not waiting for her, the Drow killer told himself, running the stone along his blade again. His helm was to one side, and he pushed a lock of sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes. He hated the humidity of this land, and he looked around the grassy hills and heavy trees as if searching for a more hospitable place to camp, a cave, some rock outcropping. But there was nothing. They would have to remain in reach of the blasted sun that beat down almost every day. And when it didn't shine, there was rain in its place, a warm, sickening rain that just felt like sweat from the gods. She was getting out of the water now, he knew. He could see her form from the corner of his vision, could make out the curved outlines of her blue flesh. Shar`Von forced himself to pull his eyes even further away, looking around again at the foothills they were camped in. If it wasn't sunny and bright out, and if it wasn't raining, it was foggy, like it was now. And as much as the Drow like their dark, Shar`Von despised this fog. It was hot, humid, and it made him sweat. The fog did that, not the fact that Sidhe was only ten feet from him, sitting naked on the grass with her robes gathered around her waist, her bare back to him and the camp in a pretense of honor. Honor my ass, he thought, huffing and giving up on using the stone and the sword to keep him distracted. Distracted. That's all I've been, for so long now, he thought coldly to himself. Distracted by her flesh, by her voice, by her very presence. I have to get away. But where could he go? And how? Shar`Von was Sidhe's sworn guardian, indentured to her since his youth, when she too had been just a child. He had not been able to accompany her then, of course. He'd had to keep to escorting her about the woods of their homelands, and about the dark cavernous underground city they lived in. Now he was well trained enough that she entrusted him fully with her care and protection. And all I want to do, day in and day out, is destroy that trust. Shar`Von spat to one side, squinting at the slight glare of the sun as it began to set behind the fog. Sidhe made a noise and he looked over at her. But she was playing the old game, he realized. She was doing it on purpose. Sidhe was still on the robes, their dark burgundy color clinging to her ebon-skinned thighs. For a moment, he was lost, watching her as she ran her hands over her body, brushing off the last drops of her bathing. Her long white hair hung drenched down her back until she lifted it and pulled it over one shoulder, intentionally exposing the curve of her slender spine to his eyes. Her ribs rose and fell, and he was soon tracing the disappearing curve of her waist with his tongue, in his mind's eye. Fuck, Shar`Von thought, looking away. His member was hardened in his greaves, and aching. He snarled and Sidhe turned to face him, but he did not meet her eyes, staring instead into the fire. He rested his elbows on his knees, keeping his thighs spread to give some sense of comfort to his groin. "Shar`Von? Are you well?" You know I'm not, you blasted witch, he thought. "I'm fine." "Alright." Sidhe slowly stood up, pulling the robes of her nobility up around her waist, over her chest, forgetting to cover her backside, which Shar`Von did not fail to notice. But he focused harder on the fire's dancing flames as she turned and approached him. The Drow woman came to sit next to him, choosing to sit on the grass instead of the log he had pulled up near their small campfire. She pulled her hair out, running her fingers through it and waving it slightly to dry it in the fire's heat. With her hands so preoccupied, the robe wrapped around her chest began to slip lower and lower. Again, she did not seem to notice. But Shar`Von did. Stop it, he wanted to scream. Instead, he watched, entranced, in his peripheral vision while the robe slowly slid down the curve of the wizardess's round breasts. It was going lower, and lower down her blue flesh, until the very hem of it was about to crest her nipples and drop below to her belly. At the last minute, she caught it, smiling but not looking up at Shar`Von. He got up quickly, going to the shore and filling his helm with water. Then he came back to the camp and poured the water onto the fire, making it sizzle and pop, and splashing Sidhe. That should cool her down. Indignant, Sidhe looked up at Shar`Von. "Why did you do that?" "We didn't need it anymore. We sleep differently here, in this land. It's night soon, and we'll need to be moving on." "But I'm not done here, Shar`Von." "We are done here, Sidhe." He glared at her, knowing she understood his meaning, then looked away, beginning to pack up the packs. He was frustrated, he was tired, and he was horny as all hell. If she continued to push him, he was going to lose his well-disciplined self-control. Who knew what would happen then. Then he felt her hands upon his back, running beneath the armor as she found the loosened clasps on the sides and went under. "You are so tense. Let me calm you," she said coyly. He knew she wanted no such thing. Sidhe was a wizard, and slowly rising in ranks in her House and her guild. But before that, she was a woman, something she never let Shar`Von forget. She'd been trying to seduce him for years, since she had realized he was a man and not a boy. He didn't know what it was that had brought about that realization for her, but he wished desperately that she had never taken notice of him. She purposely undressed infront of him. She would force him to lie next to her in their camps. She would insist that he took care of her personal needs instead of a more appropriate serving woman. And she used his physical want of her against him, constantly. Her hands were not intrusive, she was not insistent. She never was, she was always so careful, so subtle. It was as if she was not truly desirous of him, only enjoyed the game she could play. As if she knew he would never give in to the hostility and violence she knew she bred in him. Shar`Von turned on her, taking her wrists in his. "Don't test me, woman. Not today. We're far from home and there's no one to hear you scream..." "Who said I would scream?" Sidhe laughed, the sound light hearted and irritating, dragging heavily on Shar`Von's nerves. She was mocking him, she saw the struggle going on in his face and body, and she found it humorous. He simply had had enough. It was a conscious realization, and he acted on it. Shar`Von shoved Sidhe away from him, hard. She fell over the log backwards, and landed on her bottom, hard. She lay back on her spread robes, and he realized what he had done. By throwing her so, he had gone beyond anything he'd ever done to her before. Never before had he hit or struck her, or even raised his tone to her. Now she lay on the ground, dazed and near to unconscious, because he had put her there. And it felt good. Her robes had come undone, and she did nothing to close them back up. His eyes raked over her body, lying there against the slight incline. One leg was bent, the other curled flat on the grass and her robes. Both of her arms were next to her head, her white hair splayed out on the grass like a halo of streaming snow, and her face was the center of the storm. Her breasts were exposed to his eyes fully for the first time ever, and he didn't force himself to look away. She began to moan and stir, fingers going to her forehead which probably ached from landing so hard on the hard ground. Shar`Von had but a moment to think on what he had done. He had gone further this time than he ever had before. And though it had been a release of tension, it had brought something new. This woman, this tormentor of his flesh, lay at his feet now vulnerable, practically immobile. If ever there was an opportunity to... He tried to not think the thoughts that entered his mind just then. But suddenly, as soon as he had pushed her really, Shar`Von was beyond thought. He was feeling. He was emotion. And passion. And anger. Passionate anger. He threw himself atop her, crushing her beneath the weight of his breastplate. She huffed air out through her lungs, and her eyes flew open. Then she squinted at him as he panted, his face so close to hers. "What are you doing..." she started to say. But then his lips were mashed over hers, and his hands were between their bodies. He was ignorant of how his steel gauntlets bruised her tender stomach and hip bones, he cared only about releasing himself. She tried to pull her mouth away from his, to breath, maybe to scream. But he would not let it slip from his lips. He suckled and bit on her mouth, ignoring the flimsy protests that escaped. Soon, his member was free and in his hands. And with his fingers he was searching out her center, diving into her sex. It was hot there against his fingertips. And for a moment, he pulled back, gasping at her, looking down into her face. It was a face full of hate and ire, anger and dislike. But there was no denying she was excited. She was stimulated. Her privacy was drenched with evidence of her desire. It occurred to him then that she was likely turned on by how she teased him, how she could cause him conflict and make him react. The bitch enjoys torturing me! Shar`Von squinted his eyes at Sidhe, taking in the flushed skin of her face, her swollen and slightly bruised lips, now so tender-looking. And he moved his fingers against her sex. He could feel her labia parting to him, even as she attempted to clamp her thighs together. "What's the matter," he said softly, barely able to speak for the lust welling up inside him. He moved his fingers deeper within her. "Don't you want me, mistress? Sister?" For a moment she tried to keep his gaze. But as his fingers went into her sheath, stroked her there as he had always desired to do, she seemed to crumple. And in shame, she closed her eyes and turned her face away. It exposed the dark curve of her neck, glistening with a sheen of sweat. Shar`Von's mouth dropped to it, kissing it, biting at it. He lapped at her sweet flesh, then removed his fingers from her privacy. His cock was hot and hard against her thigh, but it was not there for very long. He moved it in between her legs, and as much as she fought to keep her slender limbs tightly together, she could not. He used his hand to toss his codpiece aside, out of the way. Then he steered his shaft against her folds. He wouldn't need to guide himself into her. Her intoxicatingly hot lubrication would do that for him. And guided he was. Shar`Von thrust and drove into her, burying himself deeply that first time. This was the first time he had ever broken his faith, broken promises to himself made long ago upon Sidhe's first advances. He had her, pinned beneath him. And he was inside her, feeling her hot wetness wrapped around him as tightly as a blade from hell desired to be sunk in a sheath from heaven. He waited, tensed, pushed in as far as he could go, and still pushing in further. Sidhe cried out from the agony of it, of being so speared and unable to move. Her legs banged against the sides of his greaves as she writhed in the pain of being entered so forcefully. Her head arched back against the grass, and she would have raked his face had he not taken each of her wrists in his fingers. Shar`Von slammed her hands back down and the action awoke in him the depth of his need. He withdrew from her, keeping his face nestled in the curve of her moist neck as he pulled his cock completely out of her tightness. He teased the head against the outer lips, making himself ache for her all over again. And then he pinned her beneath him once more, forcing himself as deep as he could go. Now he picked up a rhythm, and continued to thrust. He pistoned in and out of her privacy, eyes squinted shut, squeezing her wrists as she flailed beneath him. She dare not scream. This was the land of their enemies. Whomever would come to her calls would not be there to aid. Again and again he pounded into her. And he began to hate it. He hated himself for giving in. He hated himself for hurting her. And he hated her for making him want her so. Sidhe was moving still beneath him. Her fingers were curling in and out over his own on her wrists. But she was lifting her hips to his now, and the moans from her mouth, from that sweetly arched and stretched throat were the moans of ecstasy. Shar`Von pushed up on her body, lifting his torso so he could look down into the face of the dark skinned woman panting beneath him. She was writhing. She was squirming. She was enjoying his every thrust. Shar`Von hated her for it. He could feel his sack tightening where it still lay gathered in his undergarments, the firm cloth he used to keep from chafing beneath his armor. He was tightening, preparing for release. And into her he pushed himself, ruthlessly, again and again. He watched her face contorting in pleasure, watched the grimaces of orgasmic frenzy take over her features and twist them almost as if she were in pain. But what an exquisite pain it was, he knew. He felt it himself. Shar`Von winced, and suddenly he was exploding inside her, pushing his cock deep up within her body, groaning so loudly birds flew from nearby trees. His was the soft dull roar of the predator unbound. Sidhe gasped and bucked beneath him, and he panted, spent, still hoisted above her and watching her. He was still squirting within her, giving up the last of his seed as she became lost in her pleasure. Then she sighed, calmed, and was still. For a moment, Shar`Von was frozen, staring at her features. Her face, so sweetly flushed as he had never before seen it. So this is what it is like for them, he thought to himself, amazed. This is what they see, her many lovers. Her chest rose slowly up and down, and he was tempted to move his head lower, to lap at her luscious breasts. Even to move lower still and kiss at her sex, see what his wrath had wrought. But suddenly the very thought of her disgusted him. She had enjoyed it! He had meant to teach her a lesson, he had meant to show her how dangerous it was to play games with a man's emotions and wants. But she had learned nothing! And all he had learned was weakness! This was the woman he had sworn himself to protect. And he had violated her against her will! Like it or not, she had not asked for his touch. She had not invited him to her bed, even with her subtle touches and intimacies. Shar`Von had raped the one woman who in all his life he had ever felt the kindlings of love for. And she had loved it. And now he hated her for it. He threw himself from her then, and scooted away, crab-like, across their camp. Sidhe's face slowly turned to watch him, expressionless at first. Then a slow coy smile came across her lips. She said not a word as she sat up, but she grunted in obvious discomfort as she made to stand. She staggered in place for a moment, pulling her defiled robes around her and heading to the water's edge. She turned to him for a moment, looking down on him, down her slender, pert nose at the guard she left on his ass in the grass. "I think we'll camp here tonight. I am weary, suddenly. I'm going to bathe, and then sleep. You'll stay up all night." She chuckled at the last, and he knew she knew him well enough to know that the last was no command but an obvious fact. How he would ever sleep again, he did not know. For Shar`Von would now always be haunted by the images of this evening. Her body, prone and weak beneath his own. Her sheath, stroking him in orgasm. And her groans and moans of pleasure at his brutality. He could have cried. But guards do not cry. Changing of the Guard Thanx to Partisan for the idea * I took a job at St. Banfa County Prison because I needed the money. College loans to pay off. I wasn't excited about becoming a jail guard, but money's money. Banfa was not a dangerous place--DUI's, shoplifters, a few robberies and burglaries, some domestic violence cases. My days soon settled down to a routine: equipment checks, checkpoint visits, patrols through various areas. The place was hardly an employment dream. Even walking the patrols through the female-prisoner cellblocks was a turn-off. The female prisoners were dowdy, most of them. Ratty hair, no makeup, shapeless prison uniforms. Except for their high voices, no Adam's apples, and what could be a breast behind the orange coveralls, they could be mistaken for men. On a normal day, though, on a normal walk through the female section, I was a bit later than normal. Unfortunately, that was an abnormal day--St. Banfa County Prison was about to become one of the rare small jails to have a riot. And I walked right into it. My own fault. I was careless, not paying attention to my surroundings. I was in the female area, and the first thing I knew, prisoners grabbed me, held my arms, grabbed my weapon--and I was at their mercy. Damn! Simple as that! They dragged me to the back of the cell block, into a large cell, and standing in the corner was a another prisoner, apparently the ringleader. She looked at me. "He'll do." The woman began to undress. I gulped. What is this all about? I couldn't help but notice she was unusual, though. Beautiful. A goddess in jail. Even as a tousled, scruffy felon dressed in shapeless prison uniform, she was a gorgeous specimen. An angel's face without the slightest angle, everything soft, gentle curves. Heart-shaped with a broad, intelligent forehead, high cheekbones, and a voluptuous mouth. Her hair was gold, pure gold. Spun from gold into fine silk strands. The prison chop-job into a short clip could not hide the glory of her hair. I had to close my mouth. Consciously. And she had perfect, white teeth. She was no down-and-out bum, no homeless druggie. She had come from money. But her trump card was the eyes. There should be a law. Her sapphire-blue eyes were lethal weapons. Once under the influence of those laser beams, no man could defend himself. She stripped down, and out of the orange jumpsuit came the physique of a dancer--lithe, streamlined, and powerful. A strange feeling gripped me. Tight, somehow. Like a sunburn. When she stepped out of the shapeless jumpsuit, my mouth went dry. The air in the room was suddenly stifling. She was a dirty comet. A dusty Venus. She had me mesmerized down to my socks. I'd never had the remotest attraction to any Banfa inmate--hell, some of the men looked better than the women--but a look at that stunning babe had dreams of her in my bed flaming up in the back of my mind. I swallowed. She was perfect! All I ever dreamed of. Two of everything I loved--breasts a perfect balance between size and firmness, thrusting out proudly to the limit of how big they could get without sagging; legs like long, graceful palm trees; arms smooth and graceful; and those eyes--so piercing blue, they were hard to look into, like welding arcs. Unlike most of the prisoners, she took care of herself. Trimmed her pubic hair carefully into a sexy little triangle. It pointed to what I knew would be the sweetest pussy on the planet. I was getting hard. I remembered to keep my dignity, and I didn't let myself stare, but fuck! She was like a supermodel! Naked, she reminded me of sex goddesses in porn books. My cock twitched, pressing against my boxer shorts. With a mental slap I pulled myself back to reality. But when I looked up into those stunning eyes, I realized she had not missed my more-than-lingering glance. Her eyes bored into mine, and she cocked one eyebrow. Damn, it, I blushed. She chuckled. I still don't get it. What is she going to do? Escape through the shower room? I bit my lip. Got to stop the turn-on! But it was hopeless. I couldn't deny the fascination of her graceful body. Damn, she was beautiful! How in hell did she get in here? To my eyes she appeared as if circled by a ring of light, a glow. I closed my eyes, then looked again. Still there. Like a halo around her whole body. This made me a little nervous; she seemed to hold me in a spell, and she smiled. Somehow she knew. I glanced again at her pussy, somehow the spiral of arousal I was caught in, and once I realized she knew I knew she knew--we were "communicating"--it seemed like I was on a pendulum! I swung back and forth between staring at her body, slender, firm, and intoxicating--and pulling myself back from the edge--This is a prison, for god's sake! Get a grip! I shook my head. There I was in a prison riot, thinking how tasty that woman's cunt looked. I tried to shake it off, but just then the women holding me began to strip me, too! I fought them, but soon I was as naked as my gorgeous captor--captress? "My, my, young guard. Aren't you the cute one, though? You should wear a tighter shirt, boy, show off that chest." She groped my nipples, turning them hard, and making me blush again, even though I was angry--or was supposed to be. "Yeah," she smirked. "Perky!" She pinched. "And look--hardened up! Tsk, tsk, Officer." I was so embarrassed I could spit--but they did have my gun, and I could get killed. Meanwhile, the ringleader, the goddess, whose name I learned was Amanda, walked around me. "Perfect body, baby. Not an ounce of fat on you. And will you look at that booty!" The others stood admiring me, and I blushed all over. But I couldn't deny I was turned on. Never been praised like that by a woman. Next thing I knew, the woman glided up to me, standing just inches away. Then closer. Oh, hell, her nipples are touching my chest! They're hard. She's aroused, too! Oh, fuck! My hard dick touched between her legs! Damn, what a tease, what a stimulation! I should have struggled out of their control, of course, and seized my weapon again--but several women held me, and I had to admit, if my arms got free, they would wrap around Amanda, and if I seized my weapon, it would be the one I wanted to guide into that delicious pussy. She kissed me! Soft, full lips pressed onto mine, and it was like putting jumper-cables to my mouth! Jolts of high-voltage fried my brain, and I swear to god, although it's supposed to be the woman who melts into the man's arms, my knees got weak, and if the other bitches hadn't been holding me up, I would've made a fool of myself. What a kiss! Her lips on me suddenly did away with any feeling of danger. Like my whole body contracted into the glowing skin touching her lips. For an instant I was nothing but a kiss! Glowing, fiery, like an orgasm passed back and forth between us. The most incredible communication I ever experienced! When she finally pulled back, I fought with every last ounce of strength and male pride, "Let me go! Turn me loose, you fucking bitches!" "Oh, no, Officer, you're gonna the first entry in our memory book." Huh? "The rest of them think they're gonna gain something from this little disturbance, but we don't think so. The SWAT team will get here in a couple of hours, and the place will smell of tear gas for a few days. And we'll all be back in our cells. "But you, cute guard, will give us bragging rights and stories to tell for months to come!" She brought out something black. I didn't get a good look at it, but I spotted mesh-straps. I looked around at the other prisoners. They glared at me with unsmiling grins. "Just think of yourself in the living room watching TV," one of them growled, and the rest guffawed. I tried to look back, but they held me immobile. Finally the beautiful Amanda walked back into my field of view-- A strap-on!! She wore a long, black rubber cock attached to a harness around her hips! Then I did start struggling! I lurched and bucked with such desperation that I did succeed in throwing off a couple of the bitches, but before I could get away, the others pounced on me and forced me back to the floor. "Lemme go! You fuckin' bitches touch me with that thing, and I'll show you the meaning of police brutality!" "Sorry, man, I didn't quite hear you. Did I hear you say you want to take this big, black monster up your ass?" I struggled like a madman, but I was helpless. They rolled me over onto my back--"There you go, baby, spread 'em"--and I broke out in a cold sweat as cool air slithered up my ass-crack. "Think of it this way, man, we don't need no rubbers!" More laughter. Then she appeared above me. The huge dildo looked gigantic. Sonofabitch, I can't get that thing up my ass! But Amanda knelt down over me. Going to prove me wrong. I started going over Bible scriptures in my mind, anything to get some Divine help, but Amanda pushed me back onto the floor and lifted my legs up by my ankles--assisted by the other bitches who kept me from kicking. I tried my best to struggle and fight, but on the floor, I had no leverage, nothing to grab, and I was at her mercy, my ass exposed to her. And that giant cock. They broke me. "No, Amanda, please! Oh, hell, not that! Anything but that!" She said nothing. Amanda was aroused. She stared down at me like an attacking hawk, her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared, and she worked the big, ugly cockhead right up to my terrified asshole. The big, rubber spear was slick and greasy--probably from prison-kitchen Crisco--and I looked down in horror. "No, PLEASE!" Amanda pushed it in, and the pain hit me like the big cock was coated with sandpaper! Intense! Never felt anything like it! Agony! "Quit your whining, bitch," she spat at me, laughing. "It's all part of being fucked! Surely you, a man, know this!" And feeling the stretch of my poor asshole as she pushed deeper, I cried out in agony, tears running down my cheeks. God, it hurt! I don't know how long it took. Felt like hours. My ass tunnel barely contained her huge meat, but --sonofabitch!--I felt her hilt it in me. All the way in! Ohmigod, I took her whole cock! Apparently her strap-on came with rubber balls because the big things bobbled against my ass. Big things. Dangling down from her thick pole, egg-shaped things. Heavy. Powerful. God, her balls are bigger than mine! Once all the way in, she stopped, and I lay back, panting, grateful for the pause. Lying still like that, the pain wasn't as bad. As she slowly pressed her balls against my cheeks, I actually relaxed a little--Maybe I'll live through this after all. Then she pulled it back out. At first it hurt, but with every exiting inch, something else happened to me. I was dumbfounded. Not only did it NOT hurt, it felt--This can't be right! I'm going insane!--wonderful! Totally blind-sided, I couldn't think straight. I looked around the cell. The bitches still held me down. Amanda was still above me, her cock pulling slowly out--but it was a sizzling, electric pleasure like I'd never felt before! When she had it out all the way, the big bulge of the cockhead pulling painfully at my ass-ring, she sank it in again, a little faster, and again! AGAIN I was a baby swinging in a cradle of pleasure, thrilling as her big monster tamed me. Amanda built up her pace and fucked the living hell out of me, and all the pain was gone! Well, maybe not exactly gone. I would be sore, but somehow the pain blended with the unspeakable ecstasy of her big cock, and I groaned as I heard myself begging her to go faster, go deeper, "Fuck me, goddamn you! HARDER!" I could hear a schlurp-schlurp sound as she pumped me, and the big cock slammed in and out easily on a coating of Crisco. "Easier now, baby?" she grunted. "Ah, god. Yeah. You're--taking my ass--never thought--it happen--" Amanda was one motherfucker of a fucker. She gave me a pounding I'll never forget. She ground that giant rod into my newly enlarged fuck-tunnel, driving me abso-fucking-lutely crazy until she grunted something to me, and I couldn't believe my ears. "I'm--gettin' close now--" Her hands reached between my butt cheeks, speading them apart, and--to my shame--I struggled my legs wider to help her, anything to get her fabulous cock up me deeper! At one point, the huge snake in me to the balls, she held still. "Ahhh, yeah! CUMMING!" I couldn't believe it. I swear to god I felt spurts of something shooting up my guts! IMPOSSIBLE! I'm going insane! But the madness, the dizzy fuck-frenzy she'd driven me into pushed me over the edge! I didn't know how the hell she got me to feel cum-spurts from her rubber cock, but I went nuts, lolling my head, arching my back, and AAAAAAH! My cock shot out gobs of real jism like I was a volcano! When I finally came to, Amanda was looking down at me in triumph. I was covered with sperm from my face--Damn, never shot that high before--down to my groin. Never cummed that much in my life. And. I. had. not. touched. my. cock. Amanda had fucked me into an orgasm. I looked up at her in awe. She was still inside me. Still hard. God, what a woman! Slowly she pulled it out. No, no! Don't! Leave it in-- But it popped out. And I was empty. Unused. No, something is wrong! I just discovered something fabulous, and now? Now I don't get to-- "So, my cute guard, you are now my cute-guard bitch." With my last shred of male dignity, I growled, "The hell I am! I'll see all you bitches in solitary!" Somebody hissed that they heard the SWAT team had arrived. They let me up, still holding the gun on me, and they let me put my uniform back on. I was in a real confusion. If I got back at these bitches for raping me, I would have to make it known that I had been fucked by a woman. When the SWAT team came to the cell door, the prisoner holding my pistol turned it around and handed it back to me. The SWAT team covered everybody with M-16s. "You okay, Officer?" I had to make a decision. "Yeah. I'm okay. They just took my gun. Held me prisoner." I glanced over at Amanda, and I died inside. She was gloating. Absolutely glowing in triumph. She had made me her bitch. Fucked the cum out of me. I was sick at my stomach. She has taken my manhood. Changing of the Guard I couldn't help myself. As I slicked it down, I bent over and kissed it again. Come on, big boy, show me who's boss. "Ready for me, bitch-boy?" "Yeah! Yes, Ma'am! Come on!" Amanda crawled onto the bunk and mounted me, settling between my spread legs, and in feverish eagerness, I reached down to guide her big cock to my aching asshole. The evil woman rubbed it up and down my ass-crack, driving me insane, then finally she pushed the cockhead against my puckered target. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Do it! Take me!" And it happened! Amanda's giant glans spread my asshole wide--a Yipe! of stabbing pain--then the glorious, wondrous thrill of her thrusting down my aching, eager fuck-tunnel! Oh, Amanda, I'm yours! "You gay, bitch-boy?" "Hell, no!--Hell, no, Ma'am! I fuck only women." "What are you doing now?" I writhed under her, she knew how to hit my G-spot. "Annnh! Now--now I'm--getting it back--back in spades!" "You gonna be my regular bitch? Service me whenever I want?" "No, I can't--Annnh!--Yeah! Yes, Ma'am!" My hell, how am I going to swing this?? I pushed the thought aside. I'll deal with it later. I was her bitch. I had to service her. Amanda was a real tiger. I wished I could be as masterful, as domineering, as powerful as she was when I fucked the babes. I hoped to please her as much as she had me in ecstasy, so I glowed when she said, "You are tight, guard-bitch. I like that." At first I wondered how she could know that, but then I gave up. Amanda was the boss. If she said I was tight, I was tight. And I glowed with pride. She likes me. I please her. The cold, ancient, reptile part of my brain: She's not getting anything out of this physically, you know. Any pleasure she gets will be psychological. She loves humiliating a male--and I love it, too!--so you can figure she's going to get more and more humiliating. Shit. That's a bummer. After a long time under her, thrilling to the sizzling rapture her mighty cock generated as it ground over my noose-tight asshole, Amanda shoved my legs back painfully, tight against my chest, and she stabbed into the absolute max. I swear I could feel that big cock bumping up my spine. "You're mine, little brother!" I knew she was cumming. Okay, reptile-brain told me she couldn't be, but I knew her jism shot all the way up to my brain--else how could she have fucked up my mind? I know, I know it was impossible, but I swear to god boiling globs of Amanda-spuzz gushed up through me! And again: Amanda's bitch bowed to her mastery--I shuddered and moaned, floating in a blue-wool uniform made of pure pleasure. Oh, shit. I forgot about my uniform jacket--I sputtered globs of my own obedient sperm up onto my uniform, splattering it all over with white proof of my surrender. And it didn't end! Mistress Amanda could hold me in a slightly lower level of orgasm--just under ejaculation--purring under her for as long as she skewered me with that Magic Wand. In fact, she stayed on me so long, keeping me just barely conscious, moaning in unending ecstasy, reptile-brain finally came to my rescue: In five minutes they will come looking for you! I rose up, groggy. "Ma'am, please!" She looked down, smiling like Satan. Satania? "Please--gotta go--lemme--lemme up--please!-- The giant cock with its giant cockhead--God, it feels like a tennis racket--slid back out of my greedy ass, and again I was undone. Like I was not "on duty," somehow. Like I was not doing--Oh, god, no, that can't be true--what I was born for. Both of us got up from the bed--I was shaky, she was confident--and I pulled up my pants. I staggered out of the cell, then looked back. Grinning, Amanda held out my gunbelt. Fuck! I locked the cell door, then staggered back down the hallway, trying not to "walk funny." I made it back to the guardroom and told them I was sick. "Ate something bad at dinner. Think it was the fish. Got terrible diarrhea." I went home actually clenching my asshole shut to keep in any of Amanda's sperm. I was actually a little surprised to see nothing had leaked out of my ass into my underwear. A little Crisco, maybe.