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Lady in the House ? Chapter XIII
By
Michele Nylons
"Hang on a minute Carmel; I've got an idea," Steve exclaimed and
sauntered over to where I lay curled up in a snivelling ball, may face
covered in semen mixed in with my heavy makeup; my clothes dishevelled.
"Lift that bitch's face for me," he said as he played with his cell
phone.
Carmel came over and helped me to my knees. I knelt there with my face
hung down in shame and when Carmel lifted my chin I saw Steve coming
towards me.
"Here," he said to Carmel, "it's all ready to go, take a couple of shots
when I tell you to and make sure you don't get my face in any of them you
stupid cunt!"
Steve handed his cell-phone to Carmel and stood beside me. Carmel let go
of my face and clattered on her stilettos back into the cell. I heard
the unmistakable sound of Steve's fly being unzipped and couldn't help
but look up to what indignity now lay ahead of me. Steve had his penis
in his hand and was stroking it to get it erect. He looked down at me
with disgust.
"Don't worry stupid, I ain't gonna fuck you while you're covered with
that dickhead's come and your own shit."
"I'm just going to take me a couple of happy snaps," he finished.
His penis was now semi-erect and he gave it a few hard fast strokes and
then positioned it in front of my face.
"Ok Carmel snap away," he laughed and grabbed my face and stuffed his
cock into my mouth.
I didn't do anything to assist or encourage him, but nor did I bother
trying to fight him or to spit out his member.
"Ok Carmel, make sure you get a couple of close-ups of Michele here
swallowing my cock," Steve said.
He wasn't after gratification and didn't actually move his cock in my
mouth at all, he just let it sit inside my mouth, semi-erect, whilst
Carmel took a couple of pictures with his cell-phone camera. I wondered
what he was up to............. and then it dawned on me!
I spat out his cock and pushed myself away screaming,
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh come on Michele, I'm sure your sister will be happy to have a couple
of pictures of her brother. A couple of, shall we say, more candid
shots," he chuckled evilly, putting himself away and zipping up his fly.
"Please, please don't," I begged.
"Oh no Michele! Don't come around here even pretending that any of this
is my fault. I warned you what was going to happen if you didn't
cooperate and now your sister will have to pay the penalty."
"Now my friend on the outside, Danny, is going to call on your sister
Angie and cause her some grief. As I said, nothing too violent, but
enough to let her know who is in control" he went on.
"And during Danny and Angie's soiree, he's going to show her what her
brother is doing to stay out of trouble here in Chelmsford Prison."
"Don't you see the beauty of it?"
"I blackmail you with hurting your sister if you don't cooperate and I
also blackmail your sister that if she reports this to the authorities, I
will not only reign down all hell on you, I will also let the world know
what Mike likes to do during his recreation periods in jail."
"Fuck, I just love this plan!" Steve exclaimed triumphantly and snatched
his phone back off Carmel.
Steve punched a few keys on his phone and put it to his ear.
"Danny; yeah, the thing's on. I'm sending you a couple of snaps to show
the cunt what her brother does for a living in Chelmsford," he grinned.
"And Danny; don't hurt her so that it shows, just give her a little
foreplay, you know what I mean." He snapped the phone shut cutting off
the connection just as I lunged for it.
I fell to the floor, exhausted with humiliation, fear and dread.
"No, no, no, no, no, no! Please don't!" I begged.
Steve ignored me and turned to Carmel.
"She won't be of any further use to you tonight the state she's in. Get
her changed and back over to E Block, she can start work again tomorrow
night. I'll want a word with her before she starts too." he said and
strolled out of my workroom with a self-satisfied smile on his face.
I was beyond consolation and lay there sobbing until Carmel helped me up
and led me back to the shower room where she undressed me, showered me
and dressed me in my prison fatigues.
She motioned to a shadowy figure over in the gloom, and an old trustee
came over and led me back through the mess of de-construction going on in
the rest of F Block, through the fence, and back to my cell in E Block.
The old trustee muttered to himself on the way over.
"It's fucking amazing how Steve gets these blokes to look so good when
they're dressed up as women; if I can save enough money I'm going to get
me some of that tranny snatch."
I fell on my cot exhausted and was asleep in a few minutes.
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A few hours later in the suburb of Newtown, Mike's sister Angie walked
down a dark quiet street towards the railway station, the sound of her
high-heels clattered on the pavement and resonated down the deserted
street. She was in a hurry to get the next train home. Angie has a
fourteen-year-old daughter, the result of a tempestuous but ultimately
doomed affair, and she wanted to get home as soon as possible so that
they could share dinner together and share their day.
Angie is in her early forties, attractive but a little larger than she
would like to be.
Angie works in an office with a strict dress code, no jeans or casual
clothes; all employees are expected to wear "suitable business attire,"
as stated in the company's code of conduct. It was only last year that
they allowed women to wear pant-suits in winter for God's sake!
Not that Angie minded; she preferred to wear a skirt and jacket, and she
was savvy enough to buy skirts, blouses and jackets that made the most of
her assets. She was a big girl, but she wore tailored jackets that
showed off her ample bosom without being overly trampish. She favoured
tight pencil skirts which showed off her long sexy legs; with the hems
cut not so high above her knee that it would be outside the dress code;
and she also didn't want to reveal too much of her plump thighs. With
the right shade of hosiery she could make her legs, her best asset she
thought, look long and sexy but still remain dressed within in the bounds
of decency.
Today she wears a navy-blue business suit; the hem of the skirt cut a
conventional ten centimetres above her knees. She wears a mauve satin
long sleeved blouse, sheer beige pantyhose and black high-heeled court
shoes. She has accessorised the outfit with a double string of pearls
around her neck, gold bangles on each wrist, drop single pearl earrings,
and for just that little bit of pizzazz, a slender gold ankle bracelet,
glittering against her sheer hosed ankle.
Her makeup is conservative, but heavy around her eyes with lashings of
eyeliner and mascara; after her legs, her bright hazel eyes are her
greatest assets. Her auburn hair is worn in a bob that drops to her
shoulders and with a straight fringe that touches her brows. As Angie
walks purposely down the dim street, she leaves a hint of Poison, her
favourite fragrance, behind her in her wake.
She looks like a professional businesswoman, but with just a hint of
bawdiness thrown in. Underneath her professionally styled outer garments
she has indulged in black satin full cut panties (thongs just don't work
on her large bum, the g-string disappears in the crack of her buttocks),
matching brassiere and a black nylon half-slip.
Danny Boyle, Steve's 'outside' confidant and henchman scrutinises Angie
from a deep dark doorway set back from the street. He licks his lips in
anticipation. He's pissed off that 'Iron Bar' Steve has set a limit on
what he can do to this woman; he imagines the fun he could have with her
if he could get her somewhere quiet and remote. He would spend hours
titillating himself while he played with her before he allowed his
desires to take control and sate his primal urges. But Danny knew that
even though Steve was locked away in Chelmsford Correctional Facility for
Men, there was nowhere on earth he would be safe if he didn't carry out
Steve's instructions to the letter.
Not that Danny was too disappointed, the expectation of what he was
actually going to do to this woman was still exciting, and his penis
throbbed and bulged like a coiled python, outlined in the denim fabric of
his tight jeans. He flicked open the slim stiletto knife and prepared to
strike. He scrutinised the street one last time; perfect it was empty!
As Angie walked past the doorway Danny struck. He dragged her into the
darkened stoop with one hand over her mouth to prevent a scream while the
other held the slim stiletto knife against her throat.
"Don't say a word! Don't struggle! Don't do anything at all Angie; just
listen," Danny hissed into her ear.
He breathed in her heady perfume, 'Poison,' and licked her neck right up
to her ear. His cock thickened and was now very uncomfortable, trapped
inside his jeans.
Angie couldn't believe what was happening to her, she was stunned and
confused; how did this man know her name?
Steve pulled Angie back further, hard up against him, his groin nestled
against her buttocks, and Angie felt the heat from his crotch through the
fabric of her skirt and slip. From the bulge in her assailant's pants
and the slick spit she felt drying on her neck, Angie knew this was not
going to end well for her.
"Just listen to what I have to say; I'm going to release your mouth, but
if you make one sound I'm going to cut you. Do you understand? Just nod
yes or no," Danny whispered.
Angie nodded, being careful not to press too hard against the knife held
at her throat.
"Your name is Angie, you have a brother named Mike doing two yards of
hard time in Chelmsford Prison, you have a fourteen-year-old daughter,
and this is where you live," Danny hissed.
He freed his hand from Angie's mouth and pulled out a Polaroid picture of
her house and held it up before her face.
Angie gasped and Danny pulled the knife close against her neck and then
eased it away a few millimetres so that she could nod, which she did.
"Your brother Mike never told you this I'll bet, or maybe he did; it
doesn't matter, but this is what he does in Chelmsford to keep my boss
from getting me to do unspeakable things to you and your daughter."
Now Danny pulled his cell-phone from his pocket and flipped it open. He
punched the buttons until he had a close-up picture of Michele sucking
Steve's cock on the screen. He held the cell-phone in front of Angie's
eyes and progressed through the pictures that Carmel had taken of Michele
fellating Steve. He watched over Angie's shoulder gaining sick
satisfaction as she gasped and whined at each of the pictures.
Angie was in absolute shock; she hardly recognised the person in the
pictures on the cell-phone but having been told the pictures were of Mike
there was no mistaking that it was him. It was Mike dressed in drag, and
he was fellating a man whose face was never in shot. Angie knew that
Mike had been severely traumatised the last time he was in Chelmsford
prison, and that it was not just caused by the five years of hard time,
but she never would have guessed why; she now though she knew.
Then she her thoughts clarified and she realised exactly what this
ruffian had said: "keep my boss from getting me to do unspeakable things
to you and your daughter"............what was that supposed to mean?
She tried to turn to face him but Danny held her tight. She whispered,
"Can I ask a question?"
"Sure doll; ask away," Steve whispered back, his breath rancid in her
nostrils.
"What did you mean by: 'keep my boss from getting me to do unspeakable
things to you and your daughter,'" she asked.
"Well it's pretty simple really. All Mike, or as he is known when he's
dressed in drag and sucking the odd cock here and there, Michele, has to
do is exactly what my boss tells him. If he don't then not only does he
get punished so does his relatives on the outside," Danny explained.
"You see he displeased my boss yesterday and now you have to pay.
Michele already has of course!"
"Now what I'm going to do to you ain't going to be pleasant, for you
anyway, but if you go to the cops or any authorities then Michele is
going to get a punishment far worse than you could possibly think. Also
your pretty little daughter is going to get hurt too."
"Now I know that you are probably thinking about police protection for
you and your daughter and solitary confinement for Mike...err, Michele.
But the reality is, Michele is back doing exactly what Steve had her
doing over ten years ago; that's how long we are prepared to wait until
we inflict punishment. The reality is we'll probably get to you a lot
sooner than that anyway," he finished.
Danny gave Angie a minute to absorb what he had told her, and then he
went on.
"Now; I'm going to punish you because your arsehole brother can't do what
he's told. You can beg, you can plead, you can offer anything you like
but it ain't going to stop what I'm going to do to you!"
"You struggle and it'll get worse, you scream and it'll get worse, you do
anything other than cooperate; it'll get worse."
"If you think what's happening to you is unbearable; just imagine what it
would be like if I did it to your daughter instead; ok?" Danny threatened
with an almost sickeningly friendly tone.
Angie gulped and nodded. The thought of this freak touching her daughter
was enough to force her into cooperation. A ball of intense hatred and
resentment towards her brother was building inside her. She couldn't
imagine what it must be like to be forced to crossdress and commit
unspeakable homosexual acts, but it didn't matter. What mattered was
that the poison associated with Mike's incarceration had spread outside
the walls of Chelmsford and infected his sister and niece!
"Ok, are you going to behave, or do I have to cut you and then punish
your daughter and brother?" Danny hissed into her ear and bought the
knife back against her throat and then took it away an inch or two.
"Yes," Angie whimpered, resigned to her fate.
Danny spun her around in his arms and pulled her against him. He mashed
his lips against hers and forced his tongue inside her mouth. Angie
tasted his sour breath and tried not to gag.
He took hold of one of her hands and forced it between their bodies.
"Take it out!" he ordered.
Angie knew what he meant and realised resistance was futile. She could
feel the heat coming from the bulge in his jeans and as she struggled to
get her hand on his flies he humped and rubbed against her, panting into
her mouth.
She found the zipper on his fly and slowly pulled it down. When she got
it all the way down she suddenly felt the knife against the back of her
neck.
"If you even try to hurt me down there, I'll cut you; then I'll find your
daughter and cut her a new cunt!" he threatened.
Angie responded by easing her fingers inside his jeans and gently
grasping and then slowly stroking his engorged manhood. She eased him
from his flies and delicately stroked his swollen member with her long
painted fingernails.
"Ok," she whispered, revolted but convinced that if she didn't appease
this brute that her daughter and brother would pay dearly.
"Yeah, that's ok," Danny grunted into her mouth, "now wank it!" he
demanded.
Angie wrapped her fingers tighter around the engorged penis and began to
slowly stroke it. Danny pushed himself harder against her and clamped
his mouth harder over hers, wriggling his tongue around inside her sweet
tasting mouth.
Angie hoped that soon this would be over, she blanked out what was
happening to her by thinking about how soon she could get away from this
vile beast and get home to her daughter; she wanted to make sure she was
safe.
"Lift yer skirt," Danny demanded, pulling his mouth away from hers and
looking down between their bodies.
"Lift yer fucking skirt bitch!" he demanded.
Angie let go of his penis and took the hem of her skirt in her fingers
and slowly raised it. As she complied with Danny's demand she started to
sob in despair.
"Don't fucking cry you cunt! You know what's at stake here so just do
what I say and don't fucking blubber!" he grunted cruelly.
Danny looked down and saw Angie's suit-skirt slowly rise up her legs.
When the lace hem of her black nylon half-slip appeared, stretched across
her plump pantyhosed thighs, he gasped.
Angie tried not to cry but the indignity of the situation she was in was
overwhelming. She hardened her resolve and stood still, steeling herself
for the next violation.
"Wrap your slip around my cock," Danny demanded.
Angie complied, taking a fold of the gauzy black nylon slip and wrapping
it around Danny's penis. She knew what he wanted and slowly began to
masturbate him with her slip.
Danny moaned as the silky fabric ran along his shaft, sending waves of
pleasure through his cock, especially when her fingers slid over his
glans. He knew he couldn't take much more of this without climaxing.
"Stop!" he ordered.
"Now lift your slip, cunt!" he barked.
Angie lowered her skirt back over her slip and then lifted both skirt and
slip up along her heavy thighs, the nylon slip rasping delicately as it
brushed over her sheer pantyhose. She grimaced and hoped that her ordeal
would be over soon.
Danny looked down at his member sticking straight out from his jeans,
centimetres from Angie's gossamer clad thighs; her black satin full cut
panties were visible through the sheer gusset of her pantyhose. He eased
himself forward and pulled Angie hard against him. His cock slid between
her legs and he wedged it in the valley created by her fat thighs and
crotch. He kissed her again and began to sway back and forth, humping the
tight velvety tunnel. He groaned in pleasure as Angie swallowed her pain
and mortification and stood perfectly still, hoping this would soon be
over.
Unknown to both Angie and Danny, a middle-aged man walked past the deeply
recessed doorway. Through the gloom, he saw what looked like a middle
aged female professional, faltering on her high heels as she held up the
skirt of her expensive business suit so that her paramour could hump her,
fully clothed, in the dark entry. 'Couldn't people these days wait until
they got home before they gave in to their carnal desires,' he thought
and shook his head and walked on, disgusted by their wanton display.
Danny knew that the foreplay, as he considered the sick demands he had
made on Angie so far, would have to end soon. The taste of her mouth,
the smell of her perfume, and the silken trap of her hosed legs and silky
gusset were sending undulations of pleasure through his body and he was
very close to orgasm.
He eased himself back from Angie and reached under her skirt and grasped
the waistband of her pantyhose and knickers. He tugged and pulled the
garments down her legs until they were bunched around her knees. Angie
struggled and moaned but Danny knew that she was only making a token
effort. She knew the consequences of resistance, and was only
demonstrating a perfunctory show of defiance; probably to justify to her
conscience at a latter time that she had at least tried to withstand the
violation.
Danny held her tight and grunted in her ear, "All over soon; just don't
fight it now. Think of the consequences!"
Angie relaxed in his grip, resigned to her fate.
Danny wasted no time, he was extremely excited now and so close to climax
he thought he might not even be able to fuck her.
He moved his hands down to Angie's ample arse and held her buttocks as he
pushed his hips forward so that his cock chafed against her bushy mound.
He bent his knees and pushed upward and felt the glans of his penis
spread Angie's labia apart and push against the entrance to her vagina.
Danny could feel that she was bone dry down there and he didn't care a
shit; he thrust up with all his might and Angie screamed with pain and
then buried her head into his shoulder to muffle her howls of agony and
indignity.
Danny's cock was only just inside Angie's vagina where it was hot, tight
and dry. He could only manage one more thrust before his penis erupted
and his orgasm surged through his body.
Danny was in ecstasy, but not that far gone that he couldn't keep his
wits. He knew what his mission was and intended to carry it out to the
letter.
As Danny's climax ripped through his body he pulled his cock out from
Angie's vagina and pushed her away. She rocked backwards on her high-
heels and half fell on her ample arse the corner of the dooryard; her
skirt hiked up and her knickers and hosiery bunched around her knees.
Danny's penis had shot his first stream of semen inside her but has she
fell backwards his cock continued to convulse and the next stream of hot
semen splattered on her thighs, the next stream splattered on her legs
and her knickers and pantyhose. Danny grabbed his cock and wanked it
fiercley directing the last streams of his spend on Angie's face and
hair, and over her blouse and Jacket.
Danny huffed and puffed as he climaxed and Angie, collapsing in the
corner of the doorway, could only issue muffled squeals of repugnance and
despair as stream after stream of her assailant's repugnant sperm
splashed over her face, clothing and legs.
Danny, ever the professional, despite his sexual peccadilloes, reached
again for the cell-phone and snapped a couple of pictures of Angie as she
sprawled in the corner of the doorway, her hosiery and knickers around
her knees, her skirt and slip hiked up to reveal her privates and her
face, body and legs covered in ropes of his sticky white semen. He
grabbed her hair and pulled her face into his crotch and took a couple of
pictures his cock rubbing against her heavily made up face. Then he
pushed her back into the corner and pushed his cock back into his jeans
and slipped the cell-phone back into his pocket.
"I don't have to tell you what will happen if you report this do I Angie?
I think me and Steve have made ourselves quite clear on that," he
whispered, sounding more dangerous than ever.
"I'm going to leave now. Fix yourself up, get home to your daughter,
think about what I said will happen if you go to the authorities; and
make an appointment to visit your brother in Chelmsford. You've got a
lot to talk about I suspect," Danny said sarcastically and had the cheek
to give Angie a wave and smile before he sauntered out of the doorway and
disappeared into the night.
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In Chelmsford prison, I was fast asleep in my cell, blissfully unaware
what had happened to my sister as the result of my failure to comply with
the demands of 'Iron Bar' Steve.
To be continued.............
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