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Imprisoned
The stocky interrogator entered the strange prison with a briefcase on
his side. Matthew Shaden had been in this profession for twenty years and
he had never seen a complex quite like this. The main prison was quite
small and the entire exterior of it was covered in a silver chrome-
colored metal; the glare that shined off of it was almost blinding. There
was only a couple armed guards patrolling the exterior fences. At the
door, he was greeted by the warden, a grizzly bearded man who looked to
be in his 40s.
"You must be Mr. Flynn, the warden of this fine establishment." Matt
reached out his hand.
The warden smiled and shook his hand. "Call me Flynn. I've been expecting
you, Mr. Shaden."
Flynn invited Matt inside. "I'm sure you have been briefed about our
prisoner?"
"Suspect is Layla Caveleri. 23. Under investigation for the possible
murder of his boyfriend, Jonathan Peltz," Matt responded.
"Mostly correct. But there's more to this case than you've been led to
believe." Flynn signaled for Matt to follow him. "Come this way sir, the
district attorney's waiting for you."
They walked down a narrow hallway and into a hollow chamber. There was
technical equipment and monitors everywhere and Matt could scope out at
least five cameras in the very same room. Flynn opened a door and invited
Matt into the office room. The prosecutor, Nick van Kleef, was standing
there.
"Ahh the famous Matt Shaden. I have to say, I'm honored to be in your
presence," Nick exclaimed as he moved to shake Matt's hand.
"You flatter me sir," Matt smiled, "Now, what do you need me to do? I
assume you want me to get some answers from her, maybe get a confession?"
"Indeed, but there's a bit of situation. We haven't been able to get
anything from her. My men seem to go into a trance when they try talking
to her. They only snap out of it when they leave the room. That's why we
had to call you. We don't know how she's doing it but we suspect it has
to do with her appearance. Matt, have you seen what Layla looks like?"
"No, I have not," Matt admitted. "I don't see why that would matter
though."
"A week ago I would have agreed. But now..." Nick paused for a couple
seconds before continuing, "Layla's a very beautiful woman, almost
inhumanly so. And as much as I am ashamed to admit, I can't help but feel
attracted to her. She has such gorgeous brown eyes..." Nick's eyes seemed
to go into a daze.
"Hey! Snap out of it," Matt firmly shoved Nick's shoulder.
"Oh thanks. Sorry about that." Nick shook his head. "Anyways, we need
your help. Can you speak with her? Maybe you'll have more luck."
"Of course I will. That's why I'm here. But why not ask for a female
interrogator or heck a homosexual male one?" Matt asked.
"We've already called for one but she had to call home sick at the last
minute," Nick explained. "She could be bedridden for another week and
we're already running out of time. You have to do this Matt. I have the
utmost faith in you considering your reputation."
"Thanks," Matt responded. "Very well, where is she Flynn?"
The warden responded "She's in solitary confinement. The room's padded
with 4 inches of steel and lined with 6 cameras. The only furniture
besides the table is a bed. Nobody is allowed inside the room. We can't
afford to have more of my men fall under her spell. We feed her by
slipping food under a small door in the wall. It's quite inhumane but
desperate times call for desperate measures right?"
"Right, lead the way," Matt responded.
The warden nodded and opened the door. They walked down a hallway towards
the door to Layla's room. He placed his key in the keyhole and warned
"You can still back out now. As you can see with the honorable district
attorney back there, people who meet Layla tend to get rather ... smitten
with her."
"I think I can handle a girl," Nick exclaimed flippantly.
"So you say, so you say." Flynn laughed as he unlocked the door. Before
he opened it, he shook Nick's hand and said, "Don't say I didn't warn
you. Good luck Mr Shaden."
"Thanks," Matt replied before entering the interrogation room, briefcase
in hand. Flynn closed the door behind him with a loud click. It was dark
as midnight. There was silence when suddenly the ceiling lights flickered
on. Sitting at the table in front of him was the most beautiful girl he
had ever seen. Layla was wearing a orange prison outfit that somehow
still looked sexy on her. She appeared to be sleeping; her lovely head
lied sideways on top of her elbow.
Matt shook his head. He couldn't let his libido take control. Remembering
his job, he cautiously sat down on the chair across from her. Matt gently
shook Layla's shoulder to wake her up. He couldn't help but notice her
perfect young moist skin, her elegant high cheek bones and her slim
upturned nose, her arched eyebrows and her glossy red lips. The air
seemed to be brimming with her intoxicating feminine scent. Matt could
feel his libido rising in his blood. In spite of himself, his dick began
to expand in his pants.
Layla lifted her head from the table. Her dainty eyelids fluttered and
revealed two stunning brown eyes that seemed to light up the room. Her
voluminous brown hair fell to her shoulders in a graceful flourish. She
brushed a lock of hair from her face and yawned. When she saw Matt, she
smiled and licked her lips. She leaned forward shoving her perfect
cleavage closer to his face. "Hello handsome," she whispered
provocatively.
"Hello Mrs. Caveleri," Matt responded trying to remain professional. "I'm
Matthew Shaden but you may call me Matt. I have some questions for you."
"Sure, mister Shaden. I'd love to answer your... questions." Layla
grinned playfully. Her bare feet had somehow found its way to his crotch.
Matt could feel her cute toes tickle his hardening penis.
"Please stop that," Matt demanded with a blush.
"But you're so hot." Layla pouted looking at him innocently with puppy
dog eyes.
Matt blushed even more. He moved his chair backwards a couple inches to
get away from her. As he was looking down under the table, he noticed how
long and perfectly shaped her legs were. His cock was now completely
swollen and there was a visible tent in his pants.
"Stop playing around!" Matt demanded with exasperation as he sat back
down and straightened out his pants. He opened his briefcase and took out
some files.
"I think I'm beginning to like you Matt." Layla smiled sexily. "You have
so much more self-control than the other men." She leaned forward closer
only inches from his face and whispered alluringly, "One of the other
guys... Nick I believe only lasted five seconds! He came in his pants
right as he entered the room. So pathetic right?"
Matt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Her rosy scent was beginning
to muddy his mind. After a couple seconds, Matt exclaimed, "I'm going to
have to ask you sit down ma'am."
"So professional," Layla laughed as she leaned backwards on her seat,
"Fine, I'll answer your questions. But only because you're so cute." Her
hands moved to gently fondle her bountiful breasts as she stared at Matt
lustfully.
"Where were you at 10pm on July 22, 2014?" Matt inquired ignoring her
flirtations.
"I was at home," she continued with a mischievous grin and added,
"Masturbating." When Layla slid one of her breasts out her prison outfit,
Matt eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets. It was one of the most
perfect things he had ever seen. It was round, perky, and adorned with a
pink nickel sized nipple.
Matt was having a hard time concentrating. Layla was the most gorgeous
woman he had ever seen. She was perfect in every way and now she was
masturbating for him? He knew objectively that Layla was just toying with
him, but his lust was absolving all reason.
"Was your boyfriend, Mr Peltz, with you?" Matt finally managed.
Layla continued fondling herself. "Of course," she smiled wickedly, "I do
miss him..." She glanced down at her crotch. "Perhaps you can fill the
hole he left behind" she cooed as she gently rubbed her covered vagina.
Matt could feel pre-cum building up inside his pants. He was only seconds
from losing all control. He mustered all of his willpower and asked with
a frustrated tone, "Did you kill your boyfriend ma'am?"
"That's ridiculous. I'm just a weak little girl." Layla grinned with a
not so innocent smile.
"If it wasn't you than tell me who else could have killed him. There was
no evidence of burglary or forced entry. We spoke to Mr Peltz friends and
family and he didn't have any enemies of note. He was just a software
engineer for Christ's sake. No one had motive except you," Matt recited.
"Looks like you got it all figured out Mr. Shaden." Layla laughed with a
ravishing smile. She popped out her other breast and exclaimed, "One
problem though. Jonathan was a complete loser. He couldn't get a
girlfriend even if he tried. And what makes you think he was murdered?
You guys didn't even find a body. Let me ask you something Matt. Have you
ever considered that Jonathan and I were the same person?"
"No... that's impossible. Jon is a man and you..." Matt swallowed
nervously. "You're a gorgeous woman." His cock was about to explode.
"Indeed I am a woman now but I also used to be a man. I was able to
transform myself using magic you see." She grinned with a gleam in her
stunning brown eyes.
"Magic? Magic doesn't exist."
"Oh, but it does. How else is it possible that I can be so inhumanly
gorgeous?" Layla laughed as she played with her perfect breasts. "There
was this pink potion. I bought it from this weird shop at the mall. The
old man who owned the store said it would help me find my true love. When
I drank the potion, I was somehow transformed into a girl. At first, I
despised being a woman but when I saw what effect my new body had on
men..." She looked at him mischievously as she clenched her breasts in
her hands.
Matt couldn't take it even more. She was just too beautiful. His eyes
rolled up into his head and his mouth opened up in orgasm. Hot cum
spurted into his pants. "Did that really just happen?" Matt thought to
himself. His face grew redder than a watermelon.
"I have to say you lasted a lot longer than all the other guys." Layla
smiled as she got out of her seat. She took off her shirt and seductively
pulled down her pants. Without the baggy prison clothes to hide her
genetically perfect naked body, she was even more stunning and
breathtaking to look at. She had a tight round ass and curves that
wouldn't end. Her bare midriff was adorned by a cute bellybutton. Her
slender long legs were perfectly shaped and toned.
"I think you deserve a reward," she beamed affectionately as she sat on
top of the blushing man who was now completely under her spell. She moved
in for a passionate kiss so sublime that Matt's head began to spin. He
felt like he was in heaven and Layla was his guardian angel. Pleasure
pulsated through his body and his cock rose to attention once again.
After a couple minutes of kissing, Layla grabbed his hand and pulled him
towards her bed with a surprising amount of strength.
"Let me be on top," Layla demanded as she pressed Matt's arms down onto
the mattress and whispered seductively "Trust me it will be better this
way." She pulled down her frilly panties revealing her hot cunt. Smiling
infectiously, Layla unzipped Matt's pants and pulled out his hard shaft.
She carefully slid his dick inside of her and began fucking the shit out
of him moaning in pleasure as she did so. Matt screamed in bliss as she
watched Layla's perfect breasts bounce in front of him.
Not too long afterwards, Matt came again. This time his cum spurted deep
into Layla's tight pussy. She moaned loudly before launching into orgasm
herself. She seemed to be in a state of total bliss, her mouth opened in
a sexy o-shape. Matt could not imagine the pleasure she was feeling.
Layla rolled off of him with a comfortable splat.
"We sure put on a show." Layla smiled as she pointed at the cameras. Matt
grimaced. He knew he would be fired for fucking the suspect like this but
he would have done the same thing a million times over given the chance.
Layla had been the best fuck he had ever had.
There was a clamoring at the door. "Ooo... looks like someone's in
trouble," Layla giggled. The handle turned and a very furious man
entered. The warden screamed, "What the fuck are you doing!" Flynn
marched up to the bed as if to punish Matt. His expression changed when
he saw Layla's beautiful outstretched body lying on the bed.
Flynn was absolutely speechless; his jaw fell to the floor. He had seen
Layla on camera before but never in person like this. Her overpowering
perfume and heady scent struck his nose like a lightning bolt and her
radiant smile seemed to make all his troubles go away. He felt his anger
subside as pure lust replaced it.
"Hi mister, I don't believe we've met before." Layla smiled as she lifted
herself gracefully out of bed. "My name is Layla." She smiled warmly as
she stretched her hand out towards Flynn. She looked down at her naked
body and giggled playfully "Sorry you had to see me like this. I seem to
have misplaced my clothes."
"I'm the warden of this prison but just call me Flynn. Please don't
apologize. This is my fault. I shouldn't have barged in on you," the
warden blushed, "you are very beautiful ma'am."
Matt rolled his eyes. Flynn was such a burly looking man that to see him
reduced to such an impressionable form by a woman no less... it was just
pathetic. He sat up on the bed and zipped his pants up.
"Thanks for the compliment sir, that's very kind of you," Layla hugged
Flynn, making sure to squeeze her breasts on his chest. When Flynn wasn't
looking, Layla playfully winked at Matt which made him blush again. Layla
released Flynn from her slender arms.
"Can you let us go, warden?" Layla looked at Flynn with puppy dog eyes,
"I'm just an innocent little girl and Matt didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes of course ma'am" Flynn said in a trance. There was a visible tent in
his pants. He unlocked the door and let them outside.
"Thank you Flynn. You've been so helpful." Nick felt a pang of jealousy
as he watched Layla kiss the red-faced warden in the cheek. Layla smiled
"Can you do me one more favor sir?"
"Anything," Flynn replied obediently. He had a look of pure adoration on
his face.
"Can you lock yourself inside? It would please me very much," Layla
whispered in a seductive tone.
Unable to break away from her charms, Flynn responded, "Of course ma'am."
He walked robotically inside Layla's former room and locked the door.
When the locking mechanism clicked shut, Layla giggled happily and hugged
Matt affectionately.
"What did you do to Flynn?" Matt asked with a dazed expression as he
cautiously returned Layla's embrace.
"Nothing that he didn't willingly do on his own." Layla smiled
mischievously. "By the time he realizes what's going on we'll be long
gone."
"Err... are you doing what you just did to Flynn on me?" Matt asked
nervously.
"Mmm, I'm really not doing anything special. Any girl could do it, if
they were as attractive as I am." Layla smiled hotly. "The reason you're
not feeling it is because you have self-control which is more than I can
say for most men." She slid her seductive fingers across his sculpted
chest.
"Soo... is it true then? Are you... are you actually a man?" Matt
inquired. It was such an awkward question to ask to such a jaw-droppingly
beautiful girl.
"Who are you calling a man?" Layla bent her head at an angle and puckered
her lips.
"Uh..." Matt blushed.
Layla giggled melodically and answered, "Of course it's true. My name
used to be Jonathan but now it's Layla. I know it's hard to believe but
you'll just have to trust me."
"Right... but if you didn't kill anyone, how did you end up in jail?"
Matt asked.
"Well, it's a long story but basically I was framed by this envious
little bitch of a cop. Jonathan was missing and I was a convenient
target. I guess that's what I get for sleeping with her husband," Layla
laughed. "Anyways that's in the past. I have you now."
"What do you want with me?" Matt inquired.
"I need you to protect me from all those jealous girls," Layla explained,
"and anyone else that I can't seduce with my womanly charms."
"Why me? Why not Flynn or some other guy?" Matt asked with a confused
expression on his face. He desperately wanted to be with Layla but he was
concerned about her intentions.
"For the same reason you are able to talk to me right now. I don't want a
bumbling fool protecting me," Layla whispered, "I want a real man who can
satisfy me not only sexually but intellectually. Can you be that man
Matt?" She looked up at him with a longing look.
"Of course I can Layla," Matt answered quickly as he gently brushed her
lovely brown hair. How could he not want a ridiculously hot girlfriend?
As far as he cared, Layla was beautiful, funny, and intelligent. Perhaps
she used to be a man, but that was in the past. All that mattered was the
now and right now he wanted take Layla on a date.
"Let's go then," Layla squealed happily. She took him by the hand and
they walked out of the building and towards the jail gate. They were
stopped of course, but the male guards were no match against Layla's
seductive charms. Hand in hand, the newly joined happy couple skipped off
into the sunset.
Epilogue:
Nick van Kleef was wearing a piece of Kleenex on his exposed cock. He had
masturbated over ten times to a looped video feed of Layla fondling her
breasts. He was just about to orgasm again when he was interrupted by the
very attractive female mayor, but that's another story.
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