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Lady in the House - Chapter XII
By
Michele Nylons
A few minutes later I was still in a daze, trying to rationalise to myself
what had just happened. I was operating on automatic pilot, rifling
through the drawers of my closet looking for a pair of nylons to replace
the semen stained pair I was wearing when I heard the door to my cell
rattle open and looked up to see the privacy curtain snatched open.
Carmel stormed into my cell, her high-heels clattering on the cold tiled
floor, a look of intense consternation on her face.
"What the fuck have you done Michele?" she screamed into my face.
"That little dweeb Brendan is whining to Steve about how you ripped him
off; didn't give him his money's worth and such. I hope you ain't fucking
around here girl because you're playing with more than just your own
wellbeing!" she went on.
I was still trying to come to grips with what was happening to me. How
quickly I had been re-born as Michele, the transvestite prostitute and how
quickly I had managed to revive those long suppressed seductive skills
that had made men lust after me. I was thinking about the years of
therapy that I had undertaken the last time I had gotten out Chelmsford.
During my therapy I had worked through the years of continued threats of
violence and blackmail which had caused me to adopt the persona of
Michele, the transvestite whore. I was feeling perplexed, remorseful and
angry all at the same time.
"Fuck him Carmel!" I shouted at her.
"He came here to get sexual gratification; and that's what he got! He
doesn't give a fuck about me and I don't give a fuck about him! It's all
about fulfilling their sick fantasises."
"These freaks are locked up here in cages, and their only way of getting
relief, other than wanking themselves stupid, is to pay ridiculous prices
to have sex with transvestites and pretend to themselves that we are
women."
"Well fuck them! I'm being forced to do what I have to do to protect my
family from that sick fuck Steve; as long as the punters get off and leave
me alone I will use very trick in the book to keep them from degrading me
further!" I finished ranting and turned back to the drawer, rummaging
around to get another pair of stockings.
I was in a hurry to remove the pair I was wearing. The smell of sex
fluids and the feel of Brendan's slimy semen as it cooled on my stockings
was starting to make me feel sick.
Then I heard a roar from down the corridor and the loud deliberate stomp
of heavy prison boots approaching my cell. The curtain was flung aside
and ?Iron Bar' Steve stormed into my cell.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing you crazy cunt!" he shouted and
spun me around to face him.
His face was red and angry and he grabbed me by the shoulders started to
shake me, his spittle flying as he yelled into my face.
"You fucking around with the punters? You some smart cunt who rips off my
customers? You willing to gamble with the lives of your sister and your
niece because you don't want a dick in you?"
"You're a fucking transvestite whore, and the last time you were in
Chelmsford you sucked and fucked your way through five years of hard time.
You can tell everyone your bullshit story about how the shrinks have
convinced you that you only did what you did to survive; but I know the
truth Michele. You seem to forget that I've had you. I've fucked you!"
"Sure you pretend that you didn't like it, but you always ended up liking
what was happening to you. How the fuck could you live as the wife of a
con for all those years if you didn't like it?" he finished.
"I just did what I had to, to survive. I had to get away from you and
Eddie! I had to!" I screamed back at him.
"Well you know what? I don't fucking care either way! You're my whore;
you work for me, and you do what I say!" Steve continued to yell into my
face.
"I know that you know how to please the punters ?cause I've seen you do
it, and that's exactly what you are going to do!" he paused and then went
on.
"I'm going to call Danny and have him pay a little call on your sister.
Nothing too violent; just a little indecent assault is all. It's just my
way of proving to you that I'm not fucking around here. But first, I have
to punish you in a way so that the others can see that I mean business.
No hard feelings," he finished with a wicked grin.
I was shocked and felt my knees start to give way.
"You're supposed to keep these fucking whores in line," he snapped at
Carmel.
"Now get all of those fucking bitches lined up outside this cell so they
can see what happens when they don't do what I pay them for. If you can't
take charge of these bitches I will!"
"Get them all here! Pull back those fucking curtains so they can see, you
fucking useless cow!" he screamed.
I started to swoon with shock as I realised the consequences of my
actions. An unspeakable horror would now be inflicted on my sister. I
felt myself start to collapse and Steve grabbed hold of me and pulled me
over to the bed. He sat down hard and threw me over his knees like a
lifeless puppet, my head hanging inches off the ground.
I slowly turned my head and through my blurred vision I could see half a
dozen pairs of legs in high heels and stockings. I twisted my head
further and saw the heavily made-up eyes of Steve's stable of transvestite
prostitutes watching me through the bars. Some of the whores had their
customers with them; they had drifted along with the prostitutes when they
had been ordered from their workrooms to witness my punishment.
I recognised Charlotte, one of the whores who I worked with here in E
Block the last time I was inside Chelmsford. She was a little older and
a little fatter but obviously still enjoyed her work. She was dressed in
a red satin micro-mini and a gold tank top that stretched around her rolls
of fat. Her shiny black high heels had to be six inches high and were
complemented by black seamed, fully-fashioned stockings. A teased out
blonde wig topped her heavily made up face and she smacked gum between her
bright red lipsticked lips as her current customer stood beside her;
dressed only in his jeans, he was rubbing his muscled body against her.
His turgid penis was poking out of his jeans and Charlotte was absent-
mindedly masturbating him with a satin-gloved hand as she stared at me
intensely.
Steve yelled out at the assembled whores, "You see this bitch lying here
across my lap. She ripped off a customer; she didn't give him what he
paid for!"
"My customers always come first," he laughed at his own pun, "and when my
girls don't treat their customers right, I won't treat them right!" he
finished and with lightening speed he flicked up my skirt and slapped his
open hand down on my pantied buttocks.
The sound of the slap echoed through E Block and a scalding pain erupted
on my bottom as I screamed in shock. I heard the other girls gasp and as I
looked through my tear filled eyes I could see that they were wincing
while Steve started to paddle my arse.
The pain of the spanking was tolerable but as Steve continued to rain down
a steady stream of slaps on my arse cheeks, the flimsy material of my
panties did nothing to soften the sting of the blows. I wriggled and
scissor-kicked my legs as I tried to break free, but it was no use, Steve
kept me pinned on his lap with his free hand.
"See this you bitches," he screamed at the congregation of whores and
punters who were staring in fascination at what was happing to me, "This
is what happens when you fuck with ?Iron Bar' Steve!"
Steve's spanking continued and my rear throbbed as the pain settled into a
stinging burn in my buttocks. I had stopped squirming and was lying like
a rag doll in Steve's lap, sobbing with pain and mortification. I turned
my head again and looked up at the small crowd watching my humiliation.
Brendan was watching me intently and he actually looked a little
sympathetic to my plight. Some of the girls winced in sympathy each time
Steve's hand smacked my arse; but some of the girls and most of the
punters eyes wore the gaze of predators watching a struggling prey.
Prison predators, by their nature, take pleasure in the degradation,
humiliation and pain of other inmates. When that other inmate is an
attractive, heavily made-up, transvestite as she lying across the lap of
her captor, with her skirt rucked up around her waist and her stockinged
legs and high-heeled feet kicking and struggling, then it is indeed a
pleasing sight.
The punter standing next to Charlotte was staring intently at me; and each
time Steve's hand smacked down on my panty-clad arse he thrust his hips
forward to intensify the pleasure his cock was receiving from Charlotte's
preoccupied stroking.
Suddenly he writhed and groaned and streams of hot semen shot out from his
throbbing member. The sticky ropes spattered all over Charlotte's black
velvet glove, the semen glistened in the overhead lights of the corridor.
A few globs of creamy white spunk splattered on her red satin mini and ran
down her legs, staining her black nylons and pooled on the toe of her
high-heel.
Charlotte howled and pushed him away, the punter laughed at her plight as
he stuffed his still turgid penis back inside his jeans.
"You fucking arsehole; you just come all over my favourite skirt and
sheers," she chided, but she obviously not seriously concerned.
"You heard Steve! The customer's always right; you wait until I get you
back in your cell you fat cow, I've got plenty more where that came from,"
he teased and Carmel reached up and kissed him passionately.
Steve had grown tired of paddling my arse and the disturbance outside the
bars of my cell was the excuse he needed to stop punishing me.
"Ok you whores; you've seen what Michele got for not looking after her
customer right, so you better make sure you all do, unless you want some
of the same," he yelled at the transvestite hookers.
"Now fuck off back to your work rooms and start earning some fucking
money!" he finished, and the small crowd slowly disbursed.
Charlotte turned on her heels to leave and her punter stuck his hand under
her skirt and nuzzled at her neck; she chuckled as he muffled an obscenity
in her ear.
I saw all this through tear-streaked eyes, the pain in my buttocks burning
and throbbing but slowly starting to subside. I was more humiliated than
physically hurt. I remained bent over Steve's lap with my skirt rucked
up, the toes of my high heels just touching the floor.
"Carmel, get that fucking whingeing punter back in here! And close those
fucking curtains," Steve growled.
I turned my head to see Carmel's shapely arse in her tight pencil skirt
wriggle over to the door, her long nylon encased legs ending in her high-
heels which clattered on the cell floor. Carmel mumbled something to
someone in the corridor and when Brendan slowly walked into my cell, she
pulled the curtains closed.
"Shall I stay?" Carmel asked Steve submissively.
"Well as been as you can't seem to control the girls that I leave in your
charge you better stay and see how it's done?" he answered sarcastically.
"And you, what's yer fucking name? Get over here and I'll make sure you
get what you paid for; no refunds here mate," Steve spat at Brendan.
I was still in a daze from my spanking, but now it dawned on me what was
about to happen and I began to try to wriggle free. Steve held me down in
his lap as Brendan cautiously approached.
"Come on, get it out and put it in her mouth, that's what you paid for
ain't it?" Steve sneered.
"Yeah, but, but, I don't think I can do it. You know with you all
watching and everything," Brendan whined.
"Bollocks! Carmel, get over here and help out you dumb cunt! You ain't
here for decoration," Steve jeered.
Carmel sauntered over. She knew exactly what to do; she had been a pro
for most of her life. I continued to struggle and started to kick my legs
in vain attempt to escape. Steve slapped me arse again and held me down.
"Keep still you fucking whore," he snapped.
"Carmel, throw that fucking thing over here will you?" Steve asked,
pointing off to somewhere in the cell I couldn't see.
Carmel passed something over to Steve and then sidled up to Brendan and
wrapped herself around him. She kissed him deeply, her lipsticked lips
smothering his and her tongue driving deep inside his mouth. She rubbed
her body up against him sliding one leg sensuously up and down his, her
stockings rasping against his jeans. Her painted fingernails raked down
his shirt and one hand slithered over to his flies and the grating sound
of Brendan's zipper being slowly lowered filled the quiet cell.
I continued to struggle in Steve's lap despite the pain in my buttocks but
Steve was easily able to hold me down with one hand. The other hand was
busy doing something out of my line of sight but heard what sounded like
the cap of jar fall on the floor and roll away.
Carmel's slim fingers disappeared inside Brendan's flies and rummaged
around and then his rock hard penis sprang free. Carmel broke off the
kiss and looked down at Brendan's throbbing cock and gently ran a red-
painted fingernail along the underside of his shaft. His cock quivered.
"Better get that where it belongs before you explode," she joked, "no more
refunds," and took hold of Brendan's penis and directed it at my face.
Steve moved his hand to my throat and held my head still.
"Open wide Michele," Carmel giggled and pushed Brendan's cock against my
lips.
I refused to open my mouth even as Carmel rubbed Brendan's glans over my
lips. Then I felt Steve lift my skirt again and then he tore my panties
off with one big yank. I felt something cold, hard and slimy push between
my buttocks and without warning it was pushed past my sphincter and
plunged deep inside my anal passage.
As I opened my mouth to scream Carmel directed Brendan's cock into it.
"Don't bite it!!!!" Brendan, Carmel and Steve all screamed at the same
time.
"You fucking take that cock Michele or your sister's getting something a
lot worse!" Steve threatened.
I was in too much shock from the object invading my anus to be worried
about the dick in my mouth and I tried to push down on my abdominal
muscles to force the hard plastic object out of my arse. I knew then what
it was; it was a dildo. Steve had lubricated it with Vaseline; that was
the sound I had heard. All of the workrooms were equipped with dildos,
vibrators and other sex toys for the punters to play with.
Then I felt Brendan begin to slide his cock in and out of my mouth; my gag
reflex started to kick in and I knew If I didn't relax I would either bite
his cock or choke. I relaxed my jaw and moved my tongue to allow his
thick phallus unobstructed access to my mouth. I was not going to suck
this penis, that would be participating, but if Brendan wanted to rape my
slack mouth then I wouldn't stop him.
"Suck him!" Steve demanded.
"Suck him you fucking bitch!" he ordered and began to thrust the dildo in
and out of my anus.
I had no choice, I had to suck the cock invading my mouth, and so I went
to work with my tongue wrapping it around the spongy glans and up and down
the silky shaft. I worked my hot wet mouth so that my lips slid along
Brendan's shaft whilst my tongue slavered at his glans. I knew what I was
doing, I'd done this before all those years ago. Get the guy off as quick
as possible, just get it over with!
Then I felt the dildo in my arse suddenly burst into life. It was a
vibrator and Steve had flicked the switch. The pulsing dildo began to
awaken feeling in my back passage that I hadn't felt for over five years.
Steve slid the vibrator slowly in and out of me and pushed the tip of the
vibrator up against my postrate sending waves of pleasure through my whole
lower regions. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop the pleasure
but I was still revolted by what was happening to me.
I struggled and wriggled as much as I could but it was useless. Brendan
used my struggling to increase his pleasure as he fucked my mouth. Carmel
was standing behind him and she unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down.
She hiked up her skirt, exposing her white satin boy-leg panties, and
rubbed her body against him, nuzzling his neck and stroking his balls as
his hard cock slid in and out of my red lipsticked lips.
I tried to forced myself to lie still as the vibrating dildo plunged in
and out of my rear entrance but I couldn't control myself. I raised my
buttocks up to meet the thrusts of the plastic intruder and squeezed my
internal muscles as the vibrator pulsed against my postrate, sending wave
after wave of pleasure through me.
Brendan was now slamming himself in and out of my mouth, his hips bucking,
pushing his buttocks back against Carmel's silky panties and then
thrusting his weapon deep into my mouth. In a reflex action bought up
from my dim past I bought one of my hands up to his cock so that I could
stroke it as it slammed in and out of my mouth.
I felt it quiver and knew Brendan was about to orgasm. This triggered my
own body into climax and I pushed back hard against the dildo, forcing it
deep inside me and up against my postrate gland. My back passage spasmed
and I felt the pulsating waves of intense pleasure that can only be
produced by anal sex shoot through my testes. My penis went from flaccid
to turgid in seconds as it inflated in response to my climax.
Brendan slammed his cock into my mouth and grabbed my head and pushed my
face into his crotch. My tongue slavered around his throbbing member and
my mouth slavered and sucked on his member, encouraging him to expel his
creamy emission. Carmel pushed her body against Brendan to provide more
stimulation, she rubbed her silky panty-crotch against his buttocks and
stroked and squeezed his scrotum.
Brendan and I ejaculated at the same time. My mouth flooded with his warm
creamy semen as my own penis spasmed. Steve had anticipated my climax and
pushed my torn panties against my pulsing member to catch my spend. He
wrapped my satin panty around my cock and milked me as I shot stream after
stream of warm semen into the silky rag. My anus was pulsating and
throbbing with intense waves of pleasure that reverberated through my
whole body as Steve worked the vibrator in and out of me. I groaned and
cried as tears of pleasure and shame created rivers of black mascara which
ran down my face.
Brendan bucked and danced on the balls of his feet as his cock continued
to pulse and shoot stream after stream of hot come into my mouth. I
swallowed his offerings in between my moans of pleasure and humiliation.
Eventually our orgasms subsided and Carmel pulled back from Brendan and
smoothed down her skirt. Brendan pulled his cock out of my mouth with an
audible plop as Steve slid the vibrator from my rear entrance. I was
crying and exhausted from the spanking I had received, and the intensity
orgasm that had been forced upon me. I sobbed with shame and humiliation
as I lay exhausted on Steve's lap.
Brendan lifted my chin and rubbed his deflating penis over my face, mixing
the last of his spend with my heavy makeup. I felt Steve take a handful
of my skirt and wipe the mess off the plastic vibrator, he threw my
ripped, come soaked panties over into the corner of the cell.
"Fuck me Michele, you should see the mess on your skirt! Carmel make sure
this bitch gets a good cleaning up there before she starts work in
future," he snarled and pushed me off his lap and on to the cold floor.
I lay there sobbing, discarded like a piece of garbage.
Brendan pulled up his pants and zipped his fly.
"Thanks Steve, I'll definitely come back when I save me some more money,"
he toadied and sauntered to the door.
"Sure," Steve responded dismissively.
Steve lit a cigarette and offered one to Carmel who took it and lit it up;
holding it in feminine fashion between two slender, painted-nailed
fingers. Steve prodded at me with the toe of his boot.
"So, you only do this because you are forced too hey? Well, I could of
sworn I just had a hot slut lying in my lap, wriggling with pleasure while
she sucked on a cock and had her arse fucked with a dildo!" Steve taunted
and turned to the door of my workroom.
As he walked past where I lay curled up in a snivelling ball, he poked at
me again with his toe.
"If you behave yourself your sister might get off lightly; if you fuck me
around any more, well...................."
He turned to Carmel.
"Get her cleaned up and back to work; I got a call to make."
To be continued......................................
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