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Lady In The House Chapter 17 - The Conclusion
By
Michele Nylons
After putting this story to bed in July 2005 and then reviving it again
in March 2007, I have finally run out of ideas for our intrepid
transvestite prison prostitute. That said; after you read on and see how
I have concluded the series, you could argue that there is plenty more to
explore in this story; especially the development of the characters of
Michele's sister Angie and her niece. But, I have other stories to write
and I think it's time for this saga to end. But you never
know......................................................
"Well honey; that was wonderful but we still have to work," Carmel said,
and arranged her clothing before leaving my workroom cell.
I head the clicking of her high heels receding down the corridor dividing
the workroom cells.
I cleaned up and sat down to wait for my next punter. My life had come
the full circle and I was resigned to my future as a transvestite prison
prostitute; being forced to service punters for "Iron Bar' Steve in MH
Correctional Establishment Chelmsford. Steve had hold over me by using
blackmail and the threatening to hurt my sister Angie and her daughter.
And what was the story with Angie? During the conjugal visit that Steve
had arranged I had no choice but to fellate Danny in front of her; but
she had willingly sucked Steve off and orgasmed herself when he came. I
guess she has the same desires as anyone; after all, how many times I had
I orgasmed whilst being taken against my will. Which reminded my of
those four filthy prison guards who had used me and then pissed on me;
god I hated them and I hoped that some form of revenge would be
forthcoming. Then I heard muffled male voices in the corridor and
mentally prepared myself for work.
It was about a month later that Steve came to visit me one evening in my
workroom. I had settled into the routine of forced prostitution and was
seeing about four customers a night and more on the weekends. I did very
little during the day; Steve's 'special girls' got special treatment from
the guards, we didn't have to work and we got preferential treatment and
better food than the ordinary prisoners. There was some resentment from
the other inmates; but what could they do about it? Steve and his
henchmen ran Chelmsford Prison with the help of the guards on the payroll
and with the consent of the warden. Besides, a lot of the prisoners
saved up their cash so that they could visit Steve's prison brothel and
enjoy some time his troupe of transvestite prostitutes.
It had got to the stage where if I liked a punter I would allow myself to
become aroused during the sex and sometimes even orgasm. Some of the
punters liked to play with the girls' cocks but a lot of them liked to
think of us as real women and didn't want to even see our male sex
organs. They never got violent though, Steve wouldn't allow his
merchandise to be damaged.
And that was why, it turned out, that Steve came to visit me.
"Hi Michele," he smiled as he entered my workroom cell.
I was dressed in a red leather miniskirt with a kick pleat in back, white
satin blouse and red high heeled pumps. I was wearing lashings of makeup
and lots of trashy jewellery with my red painted fingernails and jet
black bob wig I looked like a proper trollop. Under my skirt and blouse
I wore a red satin brassiere and suspender belt, sheer white nylon
panties and black, fully-fashioned silk stockings. I was earning Steve
plenty of money, and as our clothing allowance was proportional to the
amount of money we bought in, I could afford the best clothing and
lingerie available. I even looked forward to getting my weekly clothing
catalogue from Carmel. We would sit together, sometimes with anther
working girl named Charlotte, and we would select sexy fetish clothing
from the catalogue and then it would be ordered in for us. Carmel and I
also managed to get together for the occasional hot transbian sex session
which I enjoyed a great deal.
It was different making love with another transvestite than it was with
the punters. Most of the punters were rough and only concerned with
getting gratified, whereas when Carmel and I had sex we took our time and
were gentle with each other. We had discussed asking Charlotte to join
us, after all during my last incarceration in Chelmsford, Carmel and
Charlotte had forced me to participate in a threesome, so it would not be
a new experience for us, except that this time I would be a willing
participant.
"Hi Steve," I smiled back.
Steve came over and took me in his arms and kissed me passionately his
hand roaming under my shirt, caressing my stocking tops and then
squeezing my buttocks.
"You're still a stunner for an old broad," he laughed as he sat down on
the bed and patted the duvet beside him.
I sat down next to him, his manly sweaty odour contrasting with my
favourite Poison perfume. He stoked my knee and allowed his hand to
wander up my thigh and then removed his hand from my legs and looked at
me seriously.
"I have something to show you that you are going to like," he said.
"You need to realise that what I'm about to show is not personal; it's
business."
I nodded, "Ok; now I'm intrigued," I answered.
Steve pulled his Blackberry from his pocket and showed me the screen
while he scrolled through a picture library. The images were brutal.
They were pictures of the Bill, Harold and the other two prison guards
who had sexually assaulted me and then urinated on me. All of the guards
had been beaten had had black eyes, bloody noses and missing teeth.
"And they all got suspended from work too," he smiled evilly.
"Fuck them!" I whispered, "They got what they deserved."
My mind drifted back to the dark and dirty room in F Block where I lay on
my side in the foetal position, my legs curled up against my body, my
face hidden in my hands, sobbing with humiliation covered in their semen
and urine.
"Now that should teach this bitch who is running this prison!" Harold,
the leader of the guards, had growled at me.
"Tell Steve that Bill said hello, and thanks for the loan of one his
girls; tell him he knows where to find me if has any problems with me
using his property without permission," the other guard. had said.
Steve obviously did have problems with the guards using his property and
had meted out a vicious punishment. Although the images of the beaten
guards were brutal, I couldn't help but allow myself to smile.
"I told you Michele; it's business not personal," Steve said.
"I can't have the guards and inmates thinking they can take anything from
me without recrimination," he went on.
"But if those pictures make you happy; so be it. Maybe you could find
some way to thank me appropriately," he smiled.
"But you better be quick because I've got other business to attend to."
I stood up and walked over to cell door and closed it and then pulled the
curtains closed across the cell bars. I turned around and smiled
seductively at Steve.
"Well honey; a girl has gotta reward the man who defends her honour."
"And if you need a quickie who am I to say no."
I reached out and holding onto the vertical cell bars I bent over. My
skirt rode up exposing my stocking tops and gauzy nylon panties.
"Come and get it," I moaned seductively and wriggled my buttocks
invitingly.
"Oh fuck Michele; you have become such a slut!" Steve chortled, and I
heard the bed springs creak as he stood up.
Steve walked across the cell, stopping at my dressing table to pick up a
tube of K-Y Jelly and then positioned himself behind me. I heard the
unmistakeable sound of a zipper being opened and then the rustle of
material as he dropped his pants. Steve stood close behind me stroking
my buttocks and stocking tops. I reached around behind me and my fingers
brushed along the firm flesh of Steve's erect penis and traced the veins
along its length; when I reached the tip, I ran my fingers gently along
the glans and frenulum.
I reached beneath Steve's crotch with my other hand and gently tickled
his scrotum, while my other hand gently petted the top of his cock.
Steve growled as I closed a hand around his shaft, and stroked the length
of it while my other hand continued to massage his scrotum. After a few
back and forth strokes, I fluttered my fingers against his glans and
gently scraped a fingernail against his frenulum. Steve moaned,
shuddering and twitching. I didn't want him to climax yet so I shortened
my stroke and concentrated on his shaft, avoiding the sensitive glans on
most of my strokes. Every few strokes though, I gave his glans a soft
squeeze. It was driving Steve crazy and I could hear him panting.
"Oh fuck Michele; I'd like to let you do this all day but I really gotta
go soon; here rub this in," Steve sighed and I felt him squeeze a dollop
of cool lubricant on his shaft.
I thoroughly coated Steve's rampant cock with lubricant, and wiggled my
pantied buttocks again. Over the last weeks I had been taken anally
repeatedly and I had acquired the ability to relax my sphincter and anal
muscles; but I knew the key to keeping pain to a minimum during anal
penetration was to use plenty of lubricant.
"Be gentle please honey; lubricate me please," I requested.
Steve pulled my panties down to around my knees and squeezed a splodge of
the clear lubricant in the entrance to my puckered anus. My cock began
to harden slightly in anticipation. After a moment spent further
lubricating his cock and my opening, Steve placed his glans at my
awaiting sphincter and paused for a moment. The anticipation was wicked
and I now desperately wanted to feel his manhood inside me and I pushed
by buttocks up to meet him.
"Ok you slut; here it comes; get ready, this might hurt at first." Steve
growled.
Steve grabbed my by the hips and slowly began to thrust his lubricated
cock into my ass. He was right about the pain, I tried to relax the
muscles in my anus to allow him to thrust deeper inside me but the pain
still brought a tear to my eye. As Steve pulled his cock back out of my
anus I felt an emptiness that was only filled when he thrust it back in
again. It didn't take long as Steve gently fucked me for me to relax my
sphincter and anal muscles so that I could appreciate the heightened
sensitivity and stimulation as Steve thrust upwards towards my prostate.
"Fuck me Steve," I moaned.
"Yes honey harder; fuck me harder! I am your little slut."
My encouragement drove Steve on and he began to quicken the pace and
thrust himself deep inside me slamming his groin against my buttocks.
His hands roamed all over by buttocks, thighs and caressed my stocking
tops. My own cock was aching for a release as I became thoroughly
stimulated. My panties fell from my thighs and pooled around my ankles.
"Fuck me, Steve!" I yelled, getting louder with every thrust.
"Fuck me like a slut! Fuck me like your little whore!"
My screams of pleasure had obviously attracted attention because suddenly
my cell door opened and Carmel squeezed through the full-length curtains
and came into my workroom. She was dressed elegantly in a bone business
suit, lashings of makeup, blonde bob, black patent leather high heel
pumps and gold accessories. Her taupe nylons were fully fashioned with
contrasting black back-seams and Cuban heels.
Steve stopped thrusting and looked questioningly at Carmel.
"Well what can we do for you madam?" he sniggered, "can't you see we're a
little busy here."
"Well Michele, you certainly seem to know how to show a man a good time,"
she giggled.
"And Steve you certainly look like you're enjoying yourself and I
wondered if you would like to share; it's always more fun with two
trannies. More bang for your buck; if you know what I mean?"
Carmel walked over and hitched up her skirt exposing her black satin
panties and gauzy black stocking welts. Carmel's tumescent penis stook
out from from her smooth nylon encased thighs.
"Come on Michele, let me play too" she purred.
I looked up into Carmel's sensual, heavily made-up, face and thought 'Why
not?'
I released my hold on the cell bars and allowed to Carmel slide into the
space between my face and the bars. I bent over a little further and
opened my mouth to let Carmel's hard cock slip between my lips, Steve
began once more with his regular and powerful thrusts. I held onto the
cell bars again to steady myself as Carmel fucked my face and Steve
fucked my arse.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see our reflection in the dressing
table mirror. My stocking sheathed legs splayed wide, my skirt hiked up
and my panties around my ankles. I watched myself being fucked at both
ends as Steve and Carmel thrust their hard cocks in and out of me. There
was something exciting about being used like this, of submitting to the
people who had both physical and mental control over me. I moaned with
increasing pleasure around Carmel's cock as she fucked my face.
Steve's cock filled my anus and slid in and out of me in a steady rhythm
banging against my prostate and my tumescent penis tingled and quivered
as my body convulsed with pleasure as my tight anus spasmed around
Steve's cock. I ejaculated streams of semen, some of which splashed over
Carmel's Stockings and on her high heels. Steve's own orgasm came only a
few seconds later and my anus contracted around his cock.
"Fuck I'm coming you slut," he cried and slapped my arse.
His warm seed filled my back passage until I could contain it no longer
and it began to leak out and stream down my thighs and all over my black
silk stockings.
"Get ready Michele," Carmel cried as her orgasm approached.
Inside my mouth Carmel's cock twitched and she began to empty her load. I
swallowed the first spurt of her musty issue and then Carmel gripped the
back of my head and forced me to swallow her sperm until it leaked round
the edges of my mouth. Carmel withdrew her cock and shot her final
ejaculations into my hair, over my face and over my blouse. Steve pulled
his cock from my arse and spent the last of his issue over my buttocks
and thighs, the hot liquid soaking into the welts of my stockings.
I shuddered and quivered in ecstasy and let go of the cell bars,
collapsing in a sticky mess on the floor, gasping for breath. Steve
reached for a box of tissues and cleaned himself up and then pulled up
his pants, zipped his fly and buckled his jeans. He passed the tissues
to Carmel who cleaned herself and wiped small puddles of spunk off her
pumps and dabbed at the globs of semen on her stockings and then she
pulled down the hem of her skirt around her thighs. She passed the
tissues on to me and I cleaned my face, hair, buttocks and thighs as best
I could and stood up and pulled up my panties and pulled down the hem of
my skirt. I was sticky with drying semen and would need to clean myself
up before I could see any punters.
"One more thing before I go Michele," Steve said, patting the chair next
to the dressing table.
"Carmel; fuck off and get this place open for business," he said and
spanked Carmel playfully on the bum as she made her way out the cell
door.
I sat down on the chair and Steve came over and stood over me. He opened
up his Blackberry and fiddled with it for a few seconds and then put it
in front of my face. I looked at the screen and was shocked by what I
saw. It was video of my sister Angie that had been taken in the conjugal
visit hut a few weeks ago.
On the small screen Angie was drumming her fingers against her mound
inside her panties and at the same time she was massaging Steve's hard
member, squeezing and caressing the organ in time with her own climatic
convulsions until the first stream of ejaculate shot out of his throbbing
cock and sprayed a thick rope of white semen across her blouse and
jacket. Angie then engulfed Steve's ejaculating member with her mouth
and sucked on the tumescent organ until she drained it dry. She swallowed
and gagged but didn't allow a drop of Steve's issue to escape her mouth
while she stroked and fondled her own sex until both of them were sated.
"My God Steve; you filmed her!!!" I gasped.
"Yeah; and when Danny showed it to her and threatened to email the video
to her boss and post it on the web she was really pissed off," he said
sarcastically.
"Lucky though, we've come to an arrangement. It's sort of similar to
your arrangement," he smiled malevolently.
"Check this out," he said and thrust the small screen back into my face.
A new video clip appeared. In this clip Angie was fellating a large
black man; his cock jack-hammering in and out of her lipsticked lips as
he fucked her face. She was dressed only in a bustiere, black stockings
and high heels; her face was heavily made up. She looked like a whore.
The background looked like a cheap hotel room.
"So now she gets to keep her regular job; you know the stuck-up executive
professional ball-breaking bitch." Steve sniggered.
"And at night she works for me in an establishment that Danny runs on my
behalf."
"Look on the bright side Michele; you haven't got long left to serve in
Chelmsford, so when you get out I have a job waiting for you working
alongside your sister."
"Now all I have to do is get your niece in on the act and I will have
your whole family working for me," he chuckled and walked out of my cell,
slamming the door behind him.
A week later Steve sat on the edge of my bed and I was on my knees
between his legs sucking eagerly on his erect penis. His head was thrown
back in pleasure and his eyes closed as his orgasm approached. As the
first stream of hot semen erupted from his cock into my mouth I snaked my
hand out and reached under the mattress.
My hand closed around the handle of the shank that I had hidden there
earlier......................
The End
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