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This story is written by an adult for an adult audience. If you're not an adult or are offended by graphic sex or themes of gender transformation either you or this story are in the wrong place. Read no further. If this is your cup of tea, I'd welcome any comments or criticism as this is my first contribution. Do not redistribute this story. Prison Break By Amber S We were forty-five minutes from gone, when the cops moved in and grabbed Steve. I watched for a second while they cuffed him and pulled him towards an unmarked car. My heart was hammering in my chest, but I took a moment to check my mirrors and signaling, moved slowly into traffic. I made it five blocks before a cruiser slipped in behind me and flipped on his lights. I thought about it, then pulled it over. He got out and walked slowly to my window. "Is there a problem, officer?" "Is there a problem, Williams?" The prison guard had me by one bicep. I was supposed to step into the cell. I imagined a lot of people froze at this point. The cell was smaller than I'd imagined. It was just a single rack of bunk beds, a toilet and a sink. There was a battered folding table leaning up against the wall next to the toilet. I supposed that if one person sat on the toilet and one on the bunk, you could play a game of chess there. The lower bunk held a man who stared back at me with sour indifference. "No problem." I replied and stepped into the cell that would likely be my home for the next five years. The door slid shut behind me and the guard's footsteps receded off down the hall. Still, I stood there like a fool waiting for the man to talk. He was a bit older than me, maybe thirty or so, hair cropped short over a round acne scarred face. He was thick and heavy, not fat, but not obviously muscled in the chiseled prison clich? body that I had imagined. He looked very strong all the same and worse, annoyed. "You suck cock, newb?" "No." I said it firmly, short and strong just like I'd practiced it a hundred times since I realized I was going to jail. "Take it up the ass?" "No." Same as before. He seemed to consider this. Then shrugged. "We'll work on that. You're in the upper." I didn't move. I was tried to concoct some sort of threat that would sound convincing to a con. I'd practiced one, but just now I didn't think that I could pull it off. "Ah, don't worry Newb, I ain't no rapist. I'm no twink in the world either. Tell you what though, I've been in here three years now and I do like to get my rocks off now and again. It's harder to get around here than you might think. Now throw your shit in the upper." He cracked a bitter half grin and gesture with a thumb. I took this for what it was worth and threw my bedding on the upper, then climbed up behind it. "Dude used to be in here with me, he'd suck me off. Got pretty good at it after a while. Never would take it up the ass though." I said nothing, just listened to my heart pounding in my ears. "Would you suck it if I were white? You got a problem sucking on a black dick?" I got the idea then that he was just messing with my head. "Look man, I don't need this newbie razzing shit. I'm not sucking dick in here. Not yours, not anybody's. How clear is that?" Silence from below. I wasn't about to break it. My thoughts were all bent on holding myself together. I felt shaky, panicky, on edge like I'd never been, even during the trial. I felt like a fool, but all I could think was that some mistake had been made. I wasn't supposed to be here. It had only been our third job and our last job before leaving the states. It had been so perfect, so harmless seeming that I hadn't believed that anyone would have noticed so soon, much less been able to track us down. I was forty-five minutes from gone and now I was here. "You ever play D&D, newb?" It was about the last question I might ever have expected. I tried to figure how I was supposed to answer, gave up and told him the truth. "Yah, back in school. Not for years though." "Better things to do, huh?" "I suppose. Yah." "Lots a things to do in the can. More than most expect. I play D&D, get my rocks off when I can and try not to get a shiv in me." Nothing really to say to that. "Got my game on tonight. Twice a week. You're coming with. You in my cell, you with me. Understand?" "Fine. You get your rocks off someplace else. Understand?" He lay silent beneath me for quite a while. "Name's Harmon. You call me Shakes." "Trent Williams." "Trent?" "Yeah. Trent." "What's your middle name?" "Cassius." I said with a sigh. "Get the fuck out." "It's Cassius." I would have lied, but I'd heard the guards call out full names more than a dozen times since my sentencing. It would never have lasted. "Like Cassius Clay, Cassius? You like fucking Muhammad Ali?" "Like fucking Cassius Dio." "The fuck is that?" "He was a famous Greek politician and historian during the Late Roman Empire." "I think you'd best stick to Williams or maybe Ali for fun. You tell all the brothers that you a big fan. Better read up on boxing, my friend. No, name like fucking Cassius, you get the beat down twice a week. Brothers'll still find out, but maybe they only beat you down once a week this way. Trent ain't no fucking better." We sat in silence for several minutes. I thought about our all night D&D sessions back in high school and my freshman year at State. I didn't imagine that they were anything like what went on here. "No shit. Cassius?" "Cassius." Fully half an hour passed with nothing but the noise of other inmates yelling and cursing and singing, pretty much all at once. It was a daunting noise. I was softer than most of them. I knew it. Harmon knew it. I suppose they'd all know it. The thought filled me with dread. I thought briefly about sucking a dick. I wondered seriously for the first time if things would go that way. I'd imagined a million scenarios and just as many ways of avoiding it, but now that I was in they all seemed thin, preposterous in the face of the hulking man three feet beneath me. Fuck that. I won't do it. Think strong, act strong, be strong. I was only in for five years, maybe less. I was just beginning to grasp how important the next few days would be. Be cool, but take no shit. Make friends with my cellmate. Play the game with him, don't piss him off, but make it clear where I stood. "You up there thinking about sucking my cock. Am I right?" "How do you know you won't end up sucking my cock, Harmon?" I thought that came off well. Harmon chuckled deeply at that. "No, no, no, Ali. You were, weren't you?" He laughed some more. "Tell you what though, you call me Shakes, not Harmon. As for me sucking your skinny white dick. Well, unless you are fucking Cassius Clay, that shit'll never happen. Like I said, I ain't no rapist, but we'll just see. Brother that was in here before you said the same thing. Six months later, he was sucking it four, five times a week." I stewed on that for a while. I decided I'd better let the whole topic of sex alone for as long as I could. "Your good friend. Did he just get out?" "Nah. Dude knifed him in line for chow. Got his liver." "No shit." "Fucking shame. He was in our game too. Now we need a new Cleric. That's you." --- Over the first few months I was worked into their game. It turned out that Role Playing was a big thing in prison, second only to chess. I preferred chess, but Harmon wouldn't have it. "You in with me. We do this game twice a week. I been doing it for three years. You in with me. You in the game. Fuck chess." They were very serious about their game. Shakes was the name of his Norse warrior character in the game. Harmon was African American, but he played the Norseman with relish. That character had another name too, Scandinavian perhaps, but unpronounceable. His character was known for getting the shakes after battle. Harmon said that this was in fact what happened to him in real life. "I used to muscle now and again for these dudes. They were cold fuckers, but smart. Never went looking for trouble. Still, now and again we'd have to break someone. I'd get the shakes then. Not all the time, but noticeable. Boss started calling me Shakes. I didn't give a shit. Stuck though. That was five years ago. Boss is dead, but I kept the name." Jasper was the man who ran the game. He'd already been in for ten years and wouldn't be getting out soon. "This is Will, my newb." Shakes brought me to the rec room a very day I'd gotten in. I hadn't yet been able to break the newb title, or the even worse my newb bit. I imaged I'd have plenty of time to accomplish this. "Think you can work him into the game, Jasper?" He was rail thin and looked older than the thirty-eight he claimed to be. He shook my hand solemnly and seemed to consider me. I'd have just assumed he turned me away and tried to convey that politely in my look. Still he just stared. He had watery blue eyes and thin wrinkles about his eyes and lips. His skin was so pale that the thin blue veins underneath stood out in sharp contrast on his hands and balding head especially. A patchy days growth softened his chin and he smelled faintly of pipe tobacco, though smoking was banned. "Can't just give him Jurle, Shakes. MD worked two years to build Jurle up. No way some newb can take her over." This from another man, a few chairs down from Jasper. He looked to be Latino, maybe twenty-two or so with thick black hair, heavy eyebrows and a tattoo of Celtic knot on his forearm. "Fuck no, but Jasper could add someone. We need a fucking healer. Maybe, she just rides in. Maybe we find her in a village." "She?" I managed. "No." Jasper said with some finality. "C'mon Jasper, I can't keep this dude in my room if..." "No." Jasper cut him off. "No, we can't just set him up as Jurle. But he'll have to take over someone in the party, an NPC." Both men seemed to consider this. "You're deep in the fens." Jasper continued. "Jurle will stay with you, but not as a PC. No one new would be allowed in. Not at this juncture. You'll still have your Cleric. Whom else do you have along?" Jasper obviously knew the answer to this but waited for an answer. "Dundas and Ker." Shakes replied hesitantly. Jasper looked squarely at me while he spoke. "Ker lost a hand two weeks back. He's badly hurt and frankly not likely survive. He would not be suitable. Dundas..." The sitting man grinned and cut in, "Dundas is a badass. This dude, he's no Dundas." "Who the fuck are you to say what I am?" I managed but not as convincingly as I hoped. The young man got up and walked right up to me. I was almost six inches taller than him, but he put his face not two inches from mine. "I say what the fuck I want. I see it, I say it. I've seen bitches with bigger balls than you. You a mark, Chica. Big talk don't mean shit in here. If you were in my cell, Chica, I'd have already dropped a load in you. Not nice like Shakes there either. You for sure ain't no badass. I fucking know that. Now you in with Shakes, so I won't fuck with you too much unless Shakes gives me the word. If you smart though, chica, you stay on Shakes good side. Understand?" I said nothing. The thing to do was to hit him. Hard. Jump on him and keep hitting him until someone pulled me off of him. I knew that if I didn't lay him out right then and there, I'd be fucked. I'd probably be fucked even if I did lay him out, but I'd still have my pride. I'd have their respect at least. I'd prove I was no Chica. It wasn't fear that stopped me, though I was certainly afraid. I don't know what it was, really. Indecisiveness, pacifism, who knows. I didn't believe in violence. I'd been able to avoid it my whole life. Even my crimes were nonviolent and as victimless as I could make them. Maybe if I'd stood there long enough staring down at him I would have taken a swing. I doubt it though. I thought about it too long in any event. The young man snorted disdainfully at me and walked calmly back to his chair. He swung his leg over and sat down facing Shakes and I. "You see?" The man grinned and blew me a kiss. "Not young Dundas, then." Jasper nodded. "Who then?" "Ermengarde," the man said with a grin. "Ermengarde?" Shakes said with a frown. "She's baggage, Simon." "Ermengarde might work." Jasper said softly. "She'll have to work." "She? No, definitely not." I moved toward the door "Thanks Jasper, Dickhead in the chair, but no thanks. I'll just take chess back up." "Don't be so hasty." Jasper said in a tone no doubt meant to sound soothing. It gave me the creeps, instead. "Ermengarde is a woman, yes, but she is a most interesting character and essential to her comrades goals." He grinned thin lipped and humorless. "You'll come to no harm playing her. Besides, you've no choice in the matter. You'll come here twice a week until I say otherwise. You're cell mate will ensure this if necessary." "She's baggage out in the fens, Will. That's what I meant. She's damn useful in town." Shakes no doubt meant this as well to be reassuring. "She need not be your permanent character, William." Jasper intoned. "Think of her as a steppingstone into the game world." Jasper grinned widely at this. "Isn't that right Simon?" The young Latino hadn't lost his grin at my dickhead comment. "You right, Jasper. Once we find a town, you can switch over again, Chica. No big thing." He grinned mildly at me. So that night I took up the character of Ermengarde. She was to be more of a permanent character than I ever imagined. --- It was very nearly a full year before I did suck Shakes' dick. To his credit he never did force me. Instead he fought a long campaign of wearing down my resistance to the idea. There was, of course, no privacy in prison. There was even less in an eight by twelve foot cell with another man. Shakes made a point of being sleeping naked. He was thick as a bull and hung like one as well. Half the time I had to piss sitting down. Otherwise every so often, Shakes would move up behind me and grabbing me by the hips press his cock against my ass or even try to slip it between my thighs. "I won't stick it in you, Cass." He'd say while I worked my hips out of his grasp. He only called me Cass on occasions such as this. Never out of our cell. "Just spit on it and let me fuck you between your legs." He could have held me there had he wanted, I could feel the strength in his hands, his arms, but always he let me go. I stopped giving him that opportunity. Sitting down though would allow him to come and stand over me, his thick cock dangling or bobbing erect a few feet from my face. "Try it Cass. It ain't so bad. You never seen a prettier cock in your life, have you?" "It won't be so pretty when I bite that thing off, Shakes." He'd just laugh at that and stroke it a bit. "C'mon, Shakes. I'm trying to shit here. Get that thing out of my face." He'd stroke a bit more, then laugh and go back to his bunk. So it went. I don't know if my playing a female had anything to do with it or not. I suppose it may have softened me a bit to the idea. Ermengarde was a thief and a pickpocket. She had a bit of an education though as well and could make her way around a library if called on to do so. She spoke three languages and read two more. As you might imagine she was also a prisoner's wet dream. Her stats in the area of physical beauty and charisma were at the top of the scale. I made a point to play those down in the game. I dressed her like a man, but was unable to play her like a man. Jasper made it a point very early that I was going to have to be the woman of one of the characters. Ermengarde had been sharing Cortez's tent. For the first few sessions I wasn't able to change that and merely ignored Cortez's comments about my cocksucking ability or how hard he'd fucked me the night before. I wasn't about to keep giving him that satisfaction. "I'm moving out of Cortez's tent, Jasper." I said after a few weeks. "I shout a few insults and comment on the pathetic size of his cock, pack my shit and go sit by the fire." "You gonna sleep outside, Chica? You get sick pretty quick outside like that. We can't take the risk. We need you alive and well to complete our mission. Anyone else here want to take my woman in?" Cortez asked with some satisfaction. There were four other men at the table besides Cortez, Jasper and myself. None of them, not even Shakes spoke up. Jasper looked at me with one eyebrow arched, the question in his look. "Dundas." I said firmly. "I'll go to Dundas." Jasper grinned a bit at this, rolled dice behind his hand. "Dundas is interested, but not convinced." "I'll seduce him." Jasper seemed doubtful. "Then you'll have to explain to me how you do that." I frowned, not about to act out seducing a man in front of six convicts. "Can I talk to Dundas alone, Jasper?" Jasper rolled, examined the result and nodded. He rose and I followed him to the corner of the room near a soft drink machine. Two guards watched from the door, another from behind a Plexiglas window on one wall. "Come back soon, Chica. My bed's getting cold." Cortez called. "What will it take, Jasper?" I asked when we reached the corner. "Dundas." He corrected. "What will it take, Dundas?" I asked more softly. "Why should I take you in, Ermen? Why should I make trouble with Cortez? He has saved my life more than once. You never had eyes for another before." Jasper had dropped his voice a bit and added a slight nasal accent. This was Dundas' voice. "Cortez is cruel, Dundas. I see your strength, but I see the gentleness behind it." I could not believe I was saying this. "If it is gentleness you seek, Ermen, go to Montroy. He will not speak for you, though." I looked back at the table. James Stedman played Montroy. He was a mage in the game and a con man in real life. He'd come to be my favorite of the players, but he'd never stand up to Cortez. Certainly he would not then, on my first night. "I move closer to him Jasper. You know, brush up against him?" Jasper nods. I sigh and continue. "Cortez will not stand against you, Dundas. You know this." I hoped that this was true. "I will warm your bed at night and please you as you will. I ask only that you stand for me. I will not stay with Cortez, whether you will or not. I am free, Dundas. I would be free with you." Jasper made me work. I cajoled and wheedled and very nearly pouted for the bastard. Finally, Jasper squatted and rolled his dice on the tile floor once, twice. I saw the guard behind the glass crane his neck to see. After a moment Jasper stood and motioned me back to the table. "I will take her in, Cortez." Jasper said firmly in Dundas' voice. "Will you dispute me?" "Good riddance. She's your puta baggage now, Dundas'. I've got no dispute with you. Just so you know though, Bro. She likes it up the ass. Makes her bark like a dog." He grinned and high fived Shakes who laughed with the others, but cast me an almost pleased look. So Ermengarde passed from Cortez to Dundas' and I took less ribbing from everyone. Time passes very slowly in prison. Playing Ermengarde twice a week for months on end made me think of thinks differently. The constant sexual interest from Shakes made me think differently. I had to listen to him jerk off three or four times a week, though I never did myself. I hardly dared to with Shakes in the room. Always after grunting and spewing into the toilet, the sink, or on the wall, he'd look at his issue and say, "Fucking shame." Or "Maybe next time, Cass?" You have to understand that this went on week after week, month after month, until I took it for normal. I stopped struggling so much when he grabbed my ass. I even let him hump me once or twice before shaking him off. "Fuck sake, Shakes, you're going to make me piss all over the wall," was my new reply of choice. In truth, it felt kind of nice. His cock was thick and warm and fleshy and having it pressed snuggly against my cheeks or hard between my legs was not altogether unpleasant once you've felt it a few times. I came to trust him a bit as well. He never tried to actually stick it in my ass. That though was still more than a little daunting. I pretended to ignore him when he stood over me, playing with his thick cock. But how can you ignore it, really? Over time I came to examine him more closely, even grow accustomed to seeing his cock up close. It wasn't ugly after all. I came to know it's bumps and ridges, came to know the musky smell of it. Still the game went on. Months passed and one day I came to ask Jasper why exactly Ermengarde wasn't pregnant. He had frequently made it a point to inform me of the coming and going of her periods. He now briefly explained the chemistry of the root she chewed to prevent pregnancy. He passed this information to me in private notes. He also let me know Dundas' moods and when he was lustful and when he was not. I passed notes back committing to sex more often than not. Time dragged and I thought of her more and more often. Lying in bed at night I began to wonder what it would be like. Certainly I was as frustrated as I'd ever been. I began masturbating in bed very quietly late at night. I never made a peep and came in a wad of tissue paper, which I would drop in the toilet in the morning when I got up to piss. This was initially of great relief to me. Two disturbing things, though. One, I had begun to fantasize about fucking Dundas. As Ermengarde. Two, I began to seriously consider taking Shakes up on his offer. More weeks passed. Ermengarde and Dundas now monopolized my fantasies. I had resolved to stay strong and not succumb to Shakes' badgering. It was a Sunday morning. We'd played the night before and Jasper and I had passed several notes back and forth. Our characters were staying at an inn at the time and Dundas brought a serving woman to our bed that night. I'd had to make a few decisions about her character and her willingness to engage in this. Jasper was very direct with his questions for me. 'Are you upset?' 'Are you willing?' 'Do you go down her?' etc... I had a very satisfying orgasm that night and was quite happy with my lot when I tossed my tissue in the toilet that morning and sat down to piss. "Sounded like you had fun up there last night, Cass. Did you cum hard?" "C'mon, Shakes, leave off. You jerk off four times a week." "I haven't this week, have I?" He asked. He stood and moved in front of me. It was still pretty dark; the first hints of dawn lightened the corridor outside our cell. "I'm supposed to keep track?" His cock was fully hard. He move a bit closer than he usually did. "What's up, Shakes." I felt a flutter down in my gut. "I am Ermengarde and your going to suck my cock this morning." He took another step forward and his cock slid over my lips and across my right cheek. I shied away a bit, but I could smell him and feel the warmth coming off of his skin. I was surprised to find my mouth watering at the scent, at the thought of doing it. Really doing it, just as I'd imagined Ermengarde doing it a dozen, a hundred times. He brought his cock back against my cheek. This time I didn't shy away. He held it there. I could feel a thick purplish vein pulsing within it against the clean-shaven skin of my cheek. He brought one hand under my chin and then very gently shifted so that the thick warm head of his cock press lightly against my lips. I opened my mouth and took it in. It didn't take long. I didn't think much, just sucked hard and bobbed my head a lot. I paused a couple of times to lick it and catch my breath. It tasted slightly salty yet warm and sweet at the same time. It wasn't at all unpleasant. I tasted something different, stronger, slightly bitter but didn't allow myself to slow or alter my motion. His hands went to the side of my head and he began to guide my motion firmly, irresistibly. I hand to bring my hands up onto his thick muscled thighs to keep from being pulled off the toilet and onto the floor. I could feel the huge muscles of his thighs tense under my touch. I slid the around his legs and found better purchase on his hips. I was just managing to breath through my nose between thrusts when he came. He groaned loudly and pulled me fully onto his cock. He was too long for me to take his whole length in and I gagged a bit as the tip of his cock tickled the back of my throat. Instantly it seemed my mouth was full of cum. It tasted salty and slightly bitter and there was nothing to do but swallow it or let it spill out of my mouth and down my chin. I chose the former. Upon latter reflection, I think because I didn't want to make a mess. Swallow it I did. Once, twice, three times. After each slippery gulp his cock pulsed between my lips and I found my mouth full again. After a moment though, he gave a shudder and relaxed. I swallowed once more and felt only a final trick coat my tongue. He slipped his cock calmly out of my mouth and went back to lie down in bed, saying nothing. I sat there on the toilet for a minute or two, silent. Tasting him still and going over the fatal last minute in my suddenly fevered thoughts. I felt, used somehow, disappointed and yet indisputably turned on. I had a rock hard erection and wondered what in the world I was to do about it. Obviously Shakes and my relationship was changed forever. Fuck me. I'd just thought of Shakes and I as having a relationship. Was this what it was like to think like a woman. Had this one brief act stripped me of my masculinity? I didn't know what to think. "Don't sweat it, Cass. It was bound to happen. I told you when you moved in, didn't I?" I said nothing. "Don't get all flipped out on me, Cass." He grinned crookedly at me. "You ain't my wife and you ain't my bitch. Don't start acting that shit for me. I don't want it." "I wasn't going to." I managed. "Good. Think of it like Ermen and Dundas'. We're friends. We have an understanding, right?" "Right." "Don't start hitting on me or nothing in the game. You stick with Dundas. Understand?" He lay back and folded his hands behind his head. "Yeah, right." "Took damn near a year but you loosened up just like I said. Won't be long and I'll have you face down on this bed. I'll be gentle Cass. You just pretend you're Ermengarde and it's Dundas' thick old cock pumping you. That won't change nothing either. I think you'll like it. Been a long time for me, Cass. Long time." I thought about that for a minute or two. "Thanks, Cass." Best cum I had in months. I mean that." I couldn't bring myself to say much, just climbed back into bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Ermengarde. So it went. It got so I'd suck Shakes off three or four times a week. I held out on him putting it in me. He played at that a lot more though and I was beginning to wonder how long before I gave in. I wasn't even thinking of it in terms of whether or not I would anymore, just when. I had four more years, minimum in here with Shakes. I had no illusions about holding out forever. You take your pleasures where you can, I suppose. I'd grown accustomed to sucking cock. I wasn't perfunctory about it. It not like I played up to him, but I found it depressing to just go through the motions. So I worked at it a bit and got pretty good at it. The act itself I came to enjoy. It took a while to get used to the taste of sperm, though. He'd grab my hips and try to dry hump me pretty regularly. He'd pull my pants down and that warm hard cock would press up against my ass, slip between my thighs and I'd wonder; 'Is this the time? Should I let him fuck me? He's going to sooner or later. Why not now?' But I never did let him. I'd twist away after a few seconds and often as not end up going down on him. This was the exciting part of my day. The game grew on me as well. We made slow progress on our quest for the portal stone. It was my job to open the box that held it once we found it. Ermengarde's specialty was picking locks. Not unlike my own. Finally, fourteen months after my first session and five since the first time I'd given in to Shakes, we found it. The whole thing was sort of anticlimactic. Jasper was almost too eager and excited to run the game properly. He had to be reminded twice to roll for us. The box was very complex and he described it in detail. Ermengarde has seen something similar six months before in a dank cellar beneath London. I knew the mechanism and picked it smoothly. Odd thing though, I had started to feel, well, sort of strange the moment the adventure started. Disconnected, distracted, itchy almost. My stomach fluttered and there was a dull but not painful pressure in my lower abdomen. Gas or indigestion, I thought, but it wasn't painful, just strange. Still I played my part. I picked the lock and slipped the stone out of the box. As it turned out it was encased in a silver filigree cage of almost impossible delicacy. There was a tiny intricate lock on it's front. At this point my vision started to waver and I wondered if I really were sick. "I'm not feeling so well, Jasper. I'm not sure..." "It's alright, Ermengarde." He said tensely. "Please continue." "No, Jasper, really. I feel..." "We cannot stop now, Ermengarde. You must open the cage." I'd never seen him so intense. "Fine. Fine." My vision was wavering, almost flickering between darkness and light. Not total darkness. It was almost as if I could pick out fleeting details in it. A sudden low pain rose in my head and I had to close one eye against it. I went through all the steps of picking a strange lock quickly, but methodically. Ermengarde was really good at this sort of thing and all my rolls came off well. At this point I felt what seemed like a muscle spasm. Again, it wasn't painful, just like a strange pulsing pressure. I moved my hand to my lap, just below my belly and above my groin. I could actually feel the spasm with my hand. I was a slow rhythmic spasm almost as if some muscle was flexing hard just under the skin. I'd never felt anything like it. I wanted to end the session. "All right, ummn... I slip my long pick in then slide my platinum hook in gently feeling for the mechanism." Boards. It was dark wooden boards that flashed before my eyes. My knees and hips had started to ache slightly as well. I rubbed my hands together, finding they had grown damp with perspiration. Each flash lasted only a second and they were over a minute apart, but seemed to be growing clos I wondered what the guards would do if I passed out. "You have the mechanism. You have only to pick it. Gently, Ermengarde, be very careful." Jasper very rarely gave us warnings, but I was really feeling odd now. I tried to remember what precautions the group had taken against magical traps, but couldn't remember at all. It was as if they had all sat silent throughout the encounter. I didn't care. I just wanted to pick that lock and get back to my cell. "I slip the lock, Jasper. Gently, firmly and in one quick motion." The full weight of a man struck me from behind. I fell forward onto my face, the crown of my head thumping solidly into a wooden board. A headboard. My face was pressed into a pillow and heavy hand gripped my waist. I lay face down on rough woven sheets, on a bed that creaked and groaned with the motion of the man on top of me. "Fuck me." I gasped and knew that it was already being done. Only... It was impossible. I could feel the full mass of my breasts moving against the sheets, the friction against my nipples shooting waves of pleasure to my brain. This was almost lost in the rippling wet pleasure of the cock buried deep in my slick pussy. I was feeling so much sensation, such alien and intimate sensations that I cried out. Whether in shock or from the slippery wet joy of it I couldn't say. The man on my back took it for encouragement and redoubled his efforts. I had my eyes squeezed tightly shut but I could hear as well as feel, oh how I could suddenly FEEL. His hips slapped loudly against my rolling buttocks as he buried himself in me and under his loud breath and deep groans, I heard the slurping wet sounds of my body well fucked. It didn't last much longer. Ten, maybe twenty more slaps, his shaft pistoning in and out of me, the tip of his cock bumping and battering the depths of my thrumming new sex and he stopped. He pressed hard into me, as deeply as he could and cried out, grunted, his hands painfully gripping my shoulders. I knew what this meant, of course; for all that I had only been a woman for a matter of moments. I felt a warmth spreading inside me and could, I think, detect the pulsing of his cock between those delicate folds enclosing it. It was the rush of his seed within me. 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Chapter 4 – W1 Monday nightMike and Vern walked into Dorm 2 and noticed that most of the guys were in the rec. room.  If anyone was aware that they came in together, nothing was mentioned.  Most of the men were used to seeing the kitchen crew come in a little later anyway.  They went to their lockers, got towels, soap, and clean boxers, and headed to the shower.  Since most of the guys had showered before dinner, the shower stall was empty.Dropping their dirty clothes on the floor, they entered...

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Prison Bitch

Prison bitch Johnny had never been so terrified in all his life, the guard led him down the wing, men were shouting at him, blowing kisses! He was a guy for fucks sake! He had a regular girl outside away from this crazy place. He almost vomited when he saw the boy masturbating, reaching out to him! He looked to the guard. "What the fuck!" the guard shrugged. "Overcrowding not enough cells so the weak ones sleep in the corridors, you're lucky because of your age the Governor has...

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Prison Island 2

2. Francesco looked around with wary eyes. He had been given a set of fresh clothes which consisted of a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and one pair of snickers, and then forced into the chopper, next to a bunch of other boys who looked no older than him. He hadn’t been in juvie much, so, in his mind, he thought he didn’t belong there, but no one cared what he thought about it, anyway. He stood on a long bench, at a safe distance from the others. From the short time he had been...

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PrisonChapter 9

The next day, our lessons began. Bob wanted to learn how to read in a week. I explained to him that it would take much longer than that. After he got to know the alphabet, I told him we need to get some books from the library. We went to the prison library to find some learning books. We took the books to have them stamped out; the librarian tried to have a laugh at us for getting education books. I saw Bob put his head down to shame. I said to the librarian, “Do you have the book ‘The...

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PrisonChapter 10

It was July on a Sunday afternoon I was in the yard with two young inmates, working on their abs. We were just getting ready to finish for the day when I saw one of the guards approaching us. When he was near enough, he said, “Jack, you have a visitor.” I got up looked at him and said, “It can’t be for me; my parents came last week.” “It’s for you, a young man your age.” The only person I could think of was Tyrone. I grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off my face as I started to make my...

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Olga eyed the new inmate with a sly smile. She slid her baton over his slim body. "Have they told you what to expect?" Norman cringed. He stared back at the uniformed woman who seemed to enjoy his fear. "Yes," he breathed. "I'm not sure I can take it?" As her beady eyes ran over his body he examined her with a warmth that surprised the grey-haired matron. She was a big woman and her brown uniform shirt strained against her massive breasts. Her heavy stomach was held in check by...

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Prisoners of Love

I was awakened from a deep and dreamless sleep by the sound of the cell door being unlocked. My reaction was one of terror as I did not know if they were coming to take me to another "session" as they so comically referred to it. Dragged down the hall into a brightly lighted room and then beaten or ****d. Sometimes I felt the guards did it just to relieve the boredom. I've lost count how many times that room heard the sound of my screams. It was a new prisoner. I was filled with a strange joy...

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