This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com *********************************************************** * Warning!! Warning!! For ADULTS ONLY!! * This story contains material of an adult, explicit sexual * nature. If you are uncomfortable reading material of this * kind, then DO NOT READ IT. * Warning!! Warning!! For ADULTS ONLY!! *********************************************************** * Please note, I did not write this story, I am posting it * for someone. *********************************************************** Linda Goes to Prison ==================== by Arc Light Linda Peterson was a prominent member of her church; a well respected member of the community; and of the business leaders in her small town. She was the head teller of the most prestigious bank and married to the most handsome man in town. When she walked down the street every man, (and quite a few women) turned to watch the ravishing woman walk by. She was always dressed in the latest fashions; most of which were far shorter and tighter than normally acceptable in the small conservative community. Mrs. Peterson had long auburn hair that careened to her shoulders. Her breasts were perfect, and her tight steel like stomach only heightened everyone's appreciation of the tight breasts topped off by the rock hard sharp nipples. However as exquisite as her breasts were her face was one that every man fell in love with; especially the deep green eyes and the constantly pouting mouth. Her most visible charm however were her long, long perfectly formed legs. Her legs were always topped by the latest in silk topped with the latest garter belt from Paris. She always wore six inch spike heels which exaggerated the firm beautifully proportioned gams. Her wardrobe always took advantage of the beautiful legs; and the legs always attracted the admiration of the many men who were constantly in heat whenever she was near. Her annoying habit of teasing the overheated males and then mocking them as they made fools of themselves would one day prove her downfall. Although married she seldom let that fact interfere with her toying of the men around her. Many of the powerful men in the community found themselves groveling at her desk in the bank. Each wanted a few brief moments with the stunningly beautiful woman. They would give anything to have her sensuous red lips wrap around the engorged hard cocks. An evening in a dark motel room was something that each and every one would give his standing in the community. However, Linda wanted none of them. She enjoyed the attention and the fact that she could dominate each and every one, even her devoted husband. Although every one of his colleagues would give his entire worldly processions for one night with the Princess no one knew that his life was a living hell. Very seldom did she share her many obvious charms with her husband. When she felt the urge she would allow him to pleasure her; however when his needs needed her succulent lips or tight pussy she had the proverbial headache. Her husband as a result was in a constant state of sexual anxiety. As her needs for material processions increased she decided the best way was to divert money from those in the bank who had more than they needed. She devised a plan wherein she merely debited their accounts and put the proceeds into her account. She carefully analyzed the accounts and chose only those that the suckers were those who were either elderly or had poor record keeping traits and that she knew would never find her accounting "mistakes." What the beautiful young woman failed to take into consideration was that one of her pigeons had his account reconciled by the young CPA next door. The CPA had longed to be with the beautiful princess but had always been rebuffed. When he discovered the error he confronted the Princess. Upon being discovered Mrs. Peterson thought that her only setback would be to share her body with the overweight CPA and then continue on her merry way. Much to her chagrin the CPA turned over his work papers to the local State's Attorney who wanted to make an example of the Head Teller of the bank who was vigorously opposing his election. He succeeded in prosecuting the beautiful Mrs. Peterson and to everyone's great surprise she was sentenced to three years in the State's facility for Women at Dwight, Illinois. At the time no one knew that the Judge was also one of the Princess' sarcastic turn downs. His revenge was sweet as he drafted the letter to the Warden at Dwight Correctional Facility for Women knowing that the letter would be intercepted and turned over to the real person who ran the prison. Sister Sona was the undisputed leader of the Crips; a Black gang that counted as its members 250 members of the 450 in the prison. The gang controlled everything in the prison and Sister Sona controlled the gang. The letter that the Judge drafted was now sitting on Sister Sona's bunk; along with the very descriptive picture that the Judge was thoughtful enough to enclose with the letter. Sister Sona, and the majority of the her brutal gang would have a very delightful plaything in a few short days. Since Sister Sona ran the prison, she had a few more than the basic pleasures at her beck and call. The first and foremost was the luxury of a private cell; adorned by not the usual bunk bed but by a large and well used king size waterbed. She was by far the most powerful person in the prison and the warden bowed to her many and varied needs. By doing so, the warden and her guards were not subject to brutal retribution by the massive gang. After a very colorful trial the lovely young woman found herself at the door of the dark, dank prison. She was led to the warden who explained that she expected total obedience from the young woman in exchange for a hoped for shorter sentence. She did not explain the true facts of life to the young woman. The warden knew that those instructions would be forthcoming in a very short time. The warden was told by Sister Sona that Linda Peterson would be delivered to her cell for proper indoctrination. This unfortunately for the young and beautiful women entering the prison was not an isolated incident. By complying with these instructions the prison did not erupt in riots and attacks on the guards and wardens as happen on a regular basis in the other prisons in the state. Linda was led down the hall and entered the indoctrination center. She was told rather directly to strip; and put all of her belongings into a cardboard box. As she removed her elegant dress the Black male guards became very amused at her uneasiness. "Come on White cheeks. Get that blouse and skirt off" mocked the guard known as the Muscle. "Three years in old Dwight and you won't be modest at all pretty lady. Maybe you be wanting me to help you with that tight black lacy bra?" continued the massive Black guard. "Please, couldn't you look the other way." pleaded Linda. "You best be getting your ass in gear or I be teaching you something you don't want to learn White cheeks." continued Muscle. Linda hurriedly removed the remaining garments including the black lacy bra and panties and stood before the guards totally naked and trembling with the fear of the unknown. "What be your measurements White cheeks?" came the question from the storekeeper behind the short counter. Meekly the beautiful young woman gave her reply, "36-23-36" Brusquely the matron threw three pairs of blue jeans, blue work shirts, White socks, men's cotton underpants and white cotton bra. Adding a pair of white tennis shoes and a two blue blankets the matron abruptly added; " Get dressed and get your ass out of here. Don't you be coming back and asking for anything more either." "Muscle" took the back on Linda's arm once she put on her clothes and led her to the long hall just outside the steel door. There was a yellow line down the middle of the long hall which was lined by cells on both sides. The occupants of the cells were leaning against the bars waiting for the young woman to make the longest walk of her life. "You will walk down the yellow line. You will not respond to anything that is said to you. You will not provoke any response from your fellow inmates. You will look straight forward at all times and you will walk at a brisk pace. Do you understand my command Mrs. Peterson?" stated Muscle. Not looking back, she meekly responded, "Yes Sir." Starting at a brisk pace she walked straight down the corridor. All went well until she reached the first grouping of cells. When the young woman first became seen the catcalls began; "Come to Mommy sweet cheeks. You won't be shaking that ass so brazenly when I put my belt to it. You best be getting that tongue of yours lubricated; my Black pussy needs you so bad......." The torment continued for the several minutes that it took to walk down the long corridor. Tears were streaming down her beautiful cheeks when at long last she reached the last cell in the cell block. Stepping back, she let the Black guard move forward and insert the key into the lock of the cell door. The heavy door was pulled open and Mrs. Linda Peterson moved forward not looking back. The Black guard knowingly gave a wink to the Sister Sona who was stretched on the huge water bed. Standing just inside the doorway Linda heard the huge door slam shut. Only then did Linda notice the huge Black woman stretched out on the king size waterbed. Sister Sona was over six feet five inches tall and weighed at least 275 pounds; a mixture of muscle and fat. She absentmindedly looked over the new inmate. "Strip you Honkey Bitch!" came the direct and easy to understand command. "I beg your pardon." muttered Linda. "I told you to strip. You best be getting on with it or you will regret not obeying my order for the rest of your short miserable life. You understand?" commanded Sister Sona a second time. "I will not strip for you or any one else you fat bitch!" came the reply from the now angered Mrs. Peterson. Slowly, Sister Sona dragged herself from the king size waterbed having difficulty getting up when she got to the edge of the bed. With great effort she pulled her huge body from the side of the bed. She was wearing only a pair of well worn panties and ragged bra which barely supported her huge breasts. As she walked towards the now cowering young woman she reached down and prod Peterson replied; "Yes Ma'am." Laughing uproariously Sister Sona mocks, "Yes Ma'am." "You stupid Honkey Bitch. From now on you will address me as your Mistress. You be forgetting that I be pulling those shiny pearly teeth from your mouth." With the lecture behind her, Sister Sona took the young auburn haired beauty by the chin and lifted her face so that she could stair into her deep green eyes. "I told you to strip." "Yes Mistress." came the meek reply. Rapidly she unbuttoned the blue work shirt and literally ripped off the too tight blue jeans taking her cotton underpants in the same stroke. Reaching back she unhooked the tight constricting bra. When completed she meekly stood before the giant tormentor gazing towards the floor and in total humiliation. Sister Sona reached out with her huge right hand and quickly found Linda's right nipple which she manipulated between her index finger and thumb. Confident that she would have all the time she needed Sister Sona then took Linda's left nipple. "You have perfect nipples. Perfect nipples on perfect breasts. You will make me a nice plaything." Sister Sona tells the humiliated and defeated young woman. Letting her hands roam down the sleek body of her captive she again had a command for her captive; "Spread." was the simple command. Knowingly, Linda let her legs glide apart. Linda knew what was to come next. Sister Sona's huge Black hand found the vortex of pleasure that was sparingly given to the men on the outside of the prison walls. Her fingers slid along the outside of the petite pussy lips. Letting her hands continue the up and down motion on the outside of the pussy lips Sister Sona let a smile cross her broad lips, exposing the decaying, and unkempt yellow teeth. After a seemingly lifetime Linda was starting to feel the pleasure of the constant friction. Her eyes were closed and she was starting to become very aroused in this brutal and unforgiving place of concrete and unwashed dregs of society. Sister Sona brought her large right index finger to the lips of the tormented young woman. "Open your sensuous lips and suck my finger. Make it all wet and nice." commanded Sister Sona. Sensuously spreading her lips Linda let the finger find its way into her perfect mouth. She sucked on the index finger and Sister Sona's left finger continued to rub up and down on her clit. Sister Sona enjoying the ravishment of her newest captive laughed as she brutally inserted the right index finger into the rapidly moistening opening. As the index finger found the moist opening her thumb found the hardening clit. The brutal insertions were having the desired effects on poor Linda. Humping with all of her energy Linda had to get off; had to remove the unpleasant past hours and bring herself to an even higher pleasure. Screaming, Linda sought her release, "Please, Please get me off. I need it. I need it so bad....." Knowing her captive was on the verge of a mind boggling orgasm Sister Sona deliberately removed her pleasure giving hand. The sudden removal of the pleasure giving digits caused an immediate shut down of her orgasm. "Please, you can't stop. I need to cum..... I need to cum." pleaded the hapless beauty. Slumping to the floor the young woman looks up into the sarcastically smiling Sister Sona. "Everything you want is at my command. You best never be doubting that Honkey Bitch." came the brutal reply. "I knew you was coming. I haven't taken a shower for the last two weeks cause I know you be wanting to give me a tongue bath with that delicate little tongue of yours. Ain't that right Honkey Bitch?" Sister Sona commands. Linda who was sitting on her haunches slowly looked up at the Black Giant. Stilling feeling the effects of her near orgasm she understood that there was no option in the small cell. She would either do what her captor wanted or she would be severely beaten again. Slowly she crawled over to where the Giant was towering above her and meekly looked up. "Start with my feet. You will be able to tongue the honey pot when you have proven yourself," came the matter of factly statement. Linda slowly started licking the foul smelling toes trying to hold back the bile that was gurgling in her throat. She could tell that the Black Giant had not bathed in over two weeks. *************************************************************** If you would like to read more of Arc Light's excellent stories then please visit the Arc Light Archive at: www.voicenet.com/~cgstorys/cgstorys.html Enjoy!!! *************************************************************** If you enjoyed this story then please email me and I will pass on appropriate comments to the author. If you have any suggestions for a story then please email. CGStories@AOL.COM ***************************************************************