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Hard Time for Anita
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Their shackles made it difficult for Anita and the other women to climb downfrom the van. Their descent was further complicated by the chain between theirshackled ankles fastened to manacles locked to their belly chains. The transportofficers watched them negotiate the long step to the pavement without offeringassistance. It didn't matter to them if an inmate fell. They were just cargoto pick up, transport and deliver. Anita stared though the two razor wire-toppedfences at a world forever barred to her. She savored those brief minutes inthe parking lot, knowing they would be the last she would ever spend so closeto the Free World. The last woman carefully negotiated the final step fromthe van to the pavement. A transport officer handed a clipboard to the receivingofficer and said, "We need a bucket and mop pusher. One of the stupid bitchespuked in the van." The fact that she had she repeatedly begged them to stopbecause she was sick didn't matter. She was just cargo.
Anita luxuriated in the bright sunlight and fresh air while the receivingofficer locked their right ankles to a chain, then she walked in lock stepinto the relative darkness of the prison. Each chain-hobbled step took herfarther from her husband and daughters and deeper into the world of loneliness,deprivation and abuse.
Three loud knocks on his door broke Harvey Frankel's concentration. He closedthe file and barked "enter!"
"Sorry to bother you, Captain," his subordinate said apologetically. Everyoneknew The Captain didn't like being disturbed when his door was closed. He mightbe with someone. The sergeant extended a clipboard and file folder to his WatchCommander. "We finally got the count to balance. We missed…" Frankelcut him off with an impatient shrug and pointed his jaw at the door. The manbacked out and closed it behind him.
Frankel sipped his lukewarm coffee and looked at the clock. Two-thirty a.m.Four and a half hours to shift change. Mid shift dragged sometimes. He thoughtabout all the crap he got from friends and family about working for the FederalBureau of Prisons. "You have a degree, for God's sake! You could get a realjob, make serious money…" He defended his career choice by explainingthat the work was steady, the security excellent and he felt he was doing somethingworthwhile. He couldn't divulge the real reason he liked his job so much.
He opened the folder and leafed through the incoming inmates' files. "I lovethe War on Drugs," he thought happily. War casualties provided him with a steadysupply of fine, reasonably clean women; most of whom would never have givenhim a second look in the Free World. Sure, some of the inmates were prettynasty; strung out junkies, weight lifting carpet munchers or vicious, hardcore, dangerous criminals but the majority of women who became his chargesand playthings were everyday people who got screwed by the system, husbands,boyfriends, family members or total strangers cutting deals to get off lighter.Mandatory minimum sentencing produced a steady procession of victims servingoutrageously long sentences without possibility of parole, which was unavailablein the Federal system. Sure, they could accrue up to 54 days of good time peryear if they kept their noses perfectly clean but that was only a fifteen percentreduction in sentence. A twenty-year sentence meant at least seventeen yearsin a cage and natural life guaranteed that they'd die inside.
He glanced at their mug shots and the notations on the women's personnelbrief sheets in search of prey, putting aside those who were to old, too uglyor too violent. The information defining their existence within the systemwas minimal, cold and impersonal. He found four likely candidates.
[75512-063 Mays, Jaqueline AKA Jackie] – [Caucasian] - [28] – [married/ 2 children] – [high school] – [sales] – [first conviction/federal / possession, non-violent – 10 years] She was new to the system.She'd probably be scared shitless. There was no way to know how she'd reactto pressure. She could be either a good or bad prospect. She might want someonelike him on her side to do little things for her. On the other hand, she mightfreak out and do something stupid when he started working on her. Some of themreacted that way. He looked at her picture and decided to let her acclimatefor a while before approaching her.
[82312-102 Symmons, JoLeen AKA Josie]– [black] - [24] – [single/ 3 children] – [GED] – [no occupation listed] – [first conviction/OnondagaCounty NY / possession] – [2 years] – [second conviction / federal/ trafficking / leader + handgun – natural life + 5 years]. He pulledher jacket from the file, put his feet on his desk and adjusted his swellingcock through his pants. Minorities usually drew ridiculously long sentences.In the Federal system, natural life meant precisely that. Her life was over.He studied her picture. He didn't care much for black women in general butJoLeen appealed to him with her thin nose and light complexion. She'd beenin the system before. She'd know the score. She should be easy.
[86331-104 Jeffries, Sara Jane AKA n/a]– [Caucasian] - [39] – [divorced/ 4 children] – [college] – [teacher] – [first conviction/ federal / possession with intent, non-violent – 25 years] Her firststop on the endless road through nothingness to being released at nearly 60years of age with no hope of starting over. Probably a setup, he thought butmaybe she was conducting a little recreational pharmaceutical business on theside. She probably needed a hell of a lot more money than teacher's pay totake care of her kids. The taxpayers were taking care of them now. He didn'tlike them as old as she was. There was plenty of younger stuff to be had butshe looked pretty well preserved. Besides, he thought, she might be horny enoughto make up for her lack of youth. Some older ones worked pretty hard to keeptheir pussies happy.
[95562-012 Morris, Anita AKA n/a]– [Caucasion] – [36] – [married/ 2 children] – [college] – [business owner] – [first conviction/federal / conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute + distribution ofcocaine + conspiracy to commit money laundering / leader / continuing criminalenterprise, non-violent] – [natural life + 20 years] This is an interestingcase, he thought. Hell of a sentence for an educated white woman with no priors.He studied her picture and found her vaguely familiar. Big, wide-set eyes,nice cheekbones, straight, thin nose and inviting lips. A real Patrician. Heshuffled through the forms that chronicled her life since she lost controlof it to the system. Transferred from a minimum security Club Fed after sixty-threemonths. He read her Discipline Reports, knowing how bogus they probably were;disobeying orders (3), out of bounds – a term sometimes used for gettingcaught masturbating, (4), disrespecting an officer (2), contraband (3). Threesnapshots of a nude man with an erection were stapled to the back of the fourthdiscipline report. He examined them and saw the telltale marks left when thebathing suit drawn on with water-based marker was cleaned away with shampoo.He made a mental note to ask who he was and how she had gotten his pictures.
A small red X on the back inside cover of her jacket explained her transfer.He knew the code. It indicated that someone considered her a high profile inmate;a potential source of trouble or embarrassment. Perhaps they wanted her outof Camp Parks because she was making trouble of some sort, maybe focusing toomuch attention to the system by complaining to her family or the press, stirringup the other inmates or agitating to get her sentence reduced or overturned.He'd see to it that she was a lot quieter here. Lack of access to the press,closely censored mail and phone calls and tightly controlled visiting wouldkeep her off center stage and firmly in the shadows.
Frankel was restless. He and his wife had been bickering. He hadn't had anyin days. He phoned Lieutenant Dawson, who did his dirty work. They had an unspokenagreement. He covered for her while she did what she wanted to with the women.She arranged private access to inmates when he wanted it. The lieutenant walkedin without knocking and sat on the edge of his desk. He wouldn't have allowedany of his other subordinates to pull that crap but he needed Dawson and sheknew it.
"What's happening, boss?" she asked, staring at the front of his trousers. "Lookslike you got a roll of quarters in your pocket. Gonna make some phone calls?"
"Fuck you, you scrawny black bitch," he answered without anger.
"Cut it off and I'll stick it in!" she replied. They both laughed. Dawsonwas a one hundred percent pure dyke. Not even a freshly self-amputated cockwould entice her.
"What can I do for you?" He handed her JoLeen's jacket. She looked inside,closed it and handed it back.
"You seen her?" she asked with a smirk.
"No, why?" he demanded. He was in no mood for conversation. He needed tobury his cock in something warm, wet and, preferably unwilling. His favoritepastime was having sex with helpless inmates, especially married ones who hadn'thad it in a long time. They tended to be the horniest, in his experience.
Dawson held her arms out in front of her belly. "Bitch is out to here. Can'tbelieve they transported her. She looks like she's gonna drop twins any minute.Still want her?" So much for his first choice. Frankel shook his head and handedDawson Anita's jacket.
"Get her ass in here if she isn't knocked up too." Dawson noted Anita's cellassignment. It was 3:00 a.m. She liked to roust inmates in the middle of thenight. She had to be awake. Why shouldn't they?
"You gonna tune her up a little?" she asked hopefully. She had a mean streaka mile wide. Nothing pleased her more than watching someone get on an inmate'scase except doing it herself.
"No, just want to give her an intake interview," he replied. Dawson smiled,winked, grabbed her crotch and left. Getting someone out of housing gave heran excuse to prowl around. No telling what might be happening in those crampedlittle two person cells. She kept track of the dykes and made their lives hell.She didn't like competition.
Dawson yanked Anita's blanket down and shined her flashlight in her face.Startled and disoriented, she blinked and covered her eyes. Dawson slappedher hands away from her face and ordered her to get up and dress. Anita's cellmatesat up in her bunk. Dawson ordered her to lie down and close her eyes. Thewoman complied. She didn't know what was happening but she knew she didn'twant it to happen to her. Dawson cuffed Anita's hands behind her back, lockedshackles on her ankles and propelled her roughly out of the cell and throughthe labyrinth of security gates and hallways to Frankel's office. Dawson shovedAnita into the room and asked Frankel if he wanted her jewelry removed
"No, Lieutenant," Frankel replied. Dawson looked at Anita and leaned againstthe wall.
Frankel barked "I'll call you when I'm finished." Dawson shrugged and left.No entertainment tonight.
Frankel pointed to a straight-backed wooden chair and ordered Anita to sit.Sitting with her arms cuffed behind her back and ankles chained together wouldbe uncomfortable but comfort of any kind was a luxury long since forgotten.She shuffled over to it and sat down without hesitating.
"I looked over your file," he said, nodding to the closed jacket on his desk. "You'rea trouble maker, aren't you?" She looked down at the floor. She knew betterthan to answer. It wasn't a question. Frankel was disappointed when she failedto rise to the bait. He picked up her file and waved it at her.
"Do you know doing the kind of crap you got in your file will buy you timein the hole here? This isn't a Girls Scout Camp like Parks. We run a real prison." Shewinced. He liked that. She wasn't numb yet. He was lying about her file butshe had no way of knowing what was in it. She'd never be allowed to look inside.She definitely looked vaguely familiar. He tried to place her while they talked.
"Maybe I'll be able to help you stay out of ad. seg.," he said with a magnanimoussmile, then added "depending on how cooperative you are." She looked up athim in alarm. She'd heard about things happening to people maximum-securityprisons. She doubted they were empty rumors.
"Tell me about your case." He stared closely at her, still trying to placeher. She moved her left arm farther behind her back to bring her right handto her side. It was easier to talk if she could gesture a little.
"My husband and I owned an import-export business. Our overseas partnerswere smuggling narcotics. We didn't know anything about it. We were convictedeven though there was no direct evidence against us," she replied. He askedif they were guilty.
"No sir," she replied then added "but that doesn't matter, does it?" He smiled.He liked a little spunk. They were no fun if they were stupid or rolled overtoo easily.
"No," he replied. "It doesn't make a fucking bit of difference to me. BoPhas nothing to do with Justice. We just warehouse their customers." He tooka cigarette from his desk, lit it and held it out to her. She bent forward,took it between her lips, inhaled and smiled at his unexpected kindness. Heremoved the cigarette and put in the ashtray. She watched the smoke drift upin a thin, gray column, wanting more but not daring to ask.
"Your husband flip over on you to buy a pass?"
"No sir. Neither of us was doing anything illegal. We had no knowledge ofwhat was going on. We refused to lie and play their game." She took a deepbreath. "He got life, too."
"Tough break for the two of you and your kids," he said and gave her anotherdrag on the cigarette. "How old are they?" He didn't give a damn about themone way or another but appearing to care was an excellent way of establishingrapport. Frankel wasn't satisfied with just fucking inmates. He needed to fuckwith their minds, too.
"JoAnn is eight. Marilyn is six," she answered and sighed. "I was pregnantwith Marilyn during the trial. I haven't seen them in over two years. My cousinadopted them" Frankel shook his head and tried to look sympathetic.
"You should have given the prosecutors what they wanted, even if you hadto make it up. Maybe you could have cut a deal for ten or twenty years. Nowyou're gonna rot forever." She bit her lip and held back her tears. The firstthing an inmate learns is that displays of emotions are punished. He glancedat her file again.
"You got a few tickets for being out of bounds. Were you running at fencesor did someone catch you giving yourself a hand?" She blushed and averted hereyes. He waited for her to look up again before he said, "Some prisons writeDRs for masturbation as "out of bounds." Her blush told him she hadn't beenwritten up for being someplace she shouldn't have been.
"Can't blame you for trying to get off," he said conspiratorially. "Beingcaged must be a huge pain in the ass after being married and fucking your oldman any time you liked." He watched with satisfaction as her blush deepened.
"You got three tickets for contraband. What was it? Dope?" He knew the answerbut he needed to keep her talking.
"I never used drugs," she replied. "It was pictures of my husband." He removedthem from the file and spread them on the table in front of her. She took adeep breath.
"Your husband?" he asked. She nodded without looking up from them. "My sisterfound them when she was going though my things. She drew a bathing suit onthem and sent them to me. The mailroom passed them. I thought I'd be able tokeep them. They confiscated them 4 years ago when they tossed my cell."
"You were lucky to get them at all. Marker's an old trick. Nude picturesare against the rules, you know." She nodded.
"I took them when we were honeymooning in the Bahamas," she said as she staredlongingly at them. He was getting closer to figuring out how he knew her. Heasked where she attended high school. He recognized her as soon as she answered.
"Your maiden name was Conway. Your sister Madeleine is three years youngerthan you, right?" he asked.
"Yes!" she replied in amazement. "How did you know?"
"I dated her for a while," he answered and held the cigarette to her lips. "Youwere a senior when we were freshmen."
Anita looked at his nametag and asked "Harv"?
"Right!" he exclaimed. "I used to watch you play tennis and sunbathe by thatpool in your back yard and think how hot you looked!" It had been a long timesince Anita had seen a friendly face. She'd never expected to see anyone sheknew so far from home, especially in prison. She smiled, relaxed and told himshe was glad to see him again. He shook his head and shrugged.
"You've come a hell of a long way from being a prom queen, Anita." He leanedforward in his chair to conceal his growing erection and held the cigaretteto her lips again.
"You and your husband have been apart over for 6 years. It's very hard onyou, isn't it?"
"Of course it's hard being separated. I miss him," she answered softly. Frankelpicked up the picture of him masturbating while smiling at the camera, heldit up and looked at her pupils while she stared at it. Damn right she needsit, he thought. Frankel got up, walked behind her chair and put his hands onher shoulders. She trembled.
"You must be so lonely." He slid his hands slowly down the front of her shirt. "Wehave to enforce the rules against homosexuality and masturbation but that doesn'tmean you have to be completely frustrated here." He cupped her breasts. Anitastiffened with fear but didn't dare pull away.
"Nice," he said softly. "Shame to let these go to waste." He fondled herfor several minutes. She relaxed a little but her relief was short lived. Hetold her to stand and pushed her gently backward until she stood against thewall.
She whispered "please don't" when he started to unbutton her shirt. He smiledat her helpless fear and pushed her shirt off her shoulders and down to hercuffed wrists. Anita closed her eyes while Frankel reached around her and unhookedher bra. He couldn't remove it with it her hands cuffed so he pulled the cupsaway from her breasts, raised it toward her neck and pushed the straps downher captive arms to get it out of his way. He cupped and lifted her breasts.They were nice and heavy and still reasonably shapely despite some stretchmarks and the fact they were soft and starting to sag noticeably. He comparedthem to his memory of the way she had looked the last time he saw her by thepool. Her top had slipped down just enough to give him a quick peek at a palepink nipple. They were dark brown now, courtesy of the flood of hormones thatpregnancy produced and breast-feeding. He was happy to get at them even ifthey didn't quite measure up to his adolescent masturbatory fantasies aboutthem.
"Harv," she pleaded softly. "For God's sake, let me do my time in peace."
"I can help you do your time more comfortably," he said softly. She bit herlip and shook her head. She touched the waistband with her right hand as ifshe were going to try to prevent him from sliding her pants down over her hips.He brushed her fingers aside and pulled her pants and white cotton pantiesdown to her ankles. Anita held her knees tightly together and shook with fear,anger and humiliation. Frankel studied her naked body appraisingly. Her C-sectionswere thin and hardly visible. Her belly was slightly rounded and stretch markedbut she had no cellulite or fat to speak of. Her waist was quite nice. Shealso had nice hips and a thick thatch of pubic hair only slightly darker thanthe honey blonde of her head. He glanced at the pictures of her husband andwondered how many times he had jerked off thinking about Anita since they wereforcibly separated. He loved it that her own husband could never see or touchher again while she stood, naked, vulnerable and available to him. The ironyof the situation appealed to him.
She turned away when he tried to kiss her lips. Frankel took her cheeks betweenhis hands, moved her face back and kissed her. He let go of her face and kissedher again, this time pressing his hardness against her mound. Anita didn'treturn his kiss but she didn't pull away. He wrapped his arms around her bodyand held her tightly against him until a little tremor and exhalation toldhim she was relaxing. He wasn't above taking what he wanted forcibly but heliked it better as an unwilling gift.
Frankel always took his time and enjoyed what he could do for a woman aswell as to her. It was more fun if she was sexually responsive rather thancombative or weepy. He especially enjoyed forcing their bodies to respond despitetheir fear, anger or revulsion. He kept his left arm around Anita's waist andcontinued to hold her tightly against him while he ran his right hand up anddown her immobilized arms and toyed with her handcuffs. He loved the sensationof power he got from totally controlling a woman. It made his orgasms sweeterand more intense. Anita fought hard to keep from responding to him but herneeds were slowly winning out over her will. It had been such a long time sinceshe'd been with her husband. The incessant pressure of Frankel's cock againsther pubis was maddening. He slid his right hand down the small of her backand massaged the firm flesh of her buttocks. He moved from there to her anuswhile he insinuated his knee between hers.
Anita closed her eyes and imagined her husband's hands on her body and hismouth on hers. Frankel was going to rape her just as the system had but atleast he wasn't violent. She thought of the old saying about lying back andenjoying rape if it were inevitable.
Harvey knelt in front of her and kissed her pubis. He always did that tomake sure an inmate was clean before he proceeded. Anita smelled pleasantlyof soap and just a hint of musk. He pushed against her inner thighs until sheparted them a little, put his face between them and licked her. Anita gaspedand shuddered. She managed to touch his cheek with one manacled hand but shecould neither push him away nor defend herself. He stopped licking her andpushed harder against her thighs. She spread her ankles as far the shacklesand her tangled clothing allowed. The air felt cold where his cheeks had touchedher thighs and his tongue had wet her.
Anita's knees almost buckled when he parted her labia and licked her clit.She shut her eyes tightly, bent her knees, spread her thighs a little widerand touched his cheek while his tongue danced around and bathed her swollen,tingling little bundle of nerves. Her body responded to him even though Anitaloathed him and what he was doing to her. Years of yearning and deprivationonly partly relieved by brief episodes of furtive masturbation made it impossiblefor her to control her pent up needs. She panted and moved her hips in rhythmwith his tongue.
Frankel stood up and kissed her with her wetness on his lips. Anita returnedhis kiss hungrily, eyes still closed, the memory of her husband's hands, mouthand body welling up with her excitement. He picked her up, carried her to hisdesk and told her to lean over it with her breasts resting on it and legs spreadas wide as possible. Frankel unzipped his pants, freed his erection and putit in her hand. Anita squeezed and massaged the hard cylinder of flesh whileshe looked at her husband's pictures. Frankel was soon close to having an orgasm.He withdrew from her hand to keep from wasting the opportunity to penetrateher.
He walked around his desk, opened a drawer to get a condom and swore silentlywhen found none. He was less worried about catching something from her thanimpregnating her. That would definitely be hard to explain.
She watched him, knowing what he was searching for. He returned to her withoutone, unwilling to waste an opportunity to have her.
"Please, not without a rubber," she pleaded.
"I'll pull out," he said and tested her with his fingers. Her hips jerkedwhen he penetrated her. She was swollen and wet, he observed with pleasure.He put his cock against her opening and pushed gently. Delivering her childrenby Cesarean and her long, enforced celibacy since her arrest had left her delightfullytight. She was so tight his cock skinned back while he pushed inside her. Hepenetrated her slowly, savoring the sensation of her hot, wet opening aroundhim. She started to moan when he was fully within her, his stomach firmly againsther buttocks. Frankel reached under her with his right hand and massaged herclit while he squeezed her left breast. Anita couldn't remain still. She rotatedher hips and scratched him gently with her nails, the way she had when herhusband had taken her from behind.
He moved in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm to keep himself fromfinishing too quickly. It was hard to hold back. She was molten hot and silkenaround him. Her G-Spot was so prominent he felt it plainly against the bottomof his cock head with each stroke. He pushed himself fully inside her and heldstill to hold off his orgasm. She felt too good to rush it. He had honestlyintended to withdraw before he ejaculated but he missed the opportunity. Hervagina spasmed against him, milking him hard as her climax hit. He ejaculatedin a sudden torrent at the sound of her voice when she hoarsely whispered "pleasedon't cum inside me!" He thrusted hard and fast while he spurted. Anita pantedand squirmed through her climax while he filled her. He stood behind her, playingwith her clit to make her cum again and again so he could feel her pussy grippingand releasing him until he finally shrank and slipped out. Anita remained whereshe was, sobbing softly while her husband smiled at her from the pictures.
Frankel couldn't stand the sight of a woman after he'd fucked her, not evenhis wife. He pressed the intercom button to summon Dawson, then he unlockedone of Anita's wrists and ordered her to dress. She slowly pushed herself upfrom the desktop, turned away from him, fastened her bra and buttoned her shirt.Dawson walked in before she pulled up her pants and panties. Anita stood withher back to both of them and continued to dress.
"Got a bitch in heat there, Captain?" Dawson asked. "She's leakin' cum allover your nice rug!" Frankel jerked his thumb toward the door. Dawson orderedAnita to finish dressing, then she locked the loose cuff her wrist and shovedher out of Frankel's office.
"I'm gonna watch you, bitch," Dawson warned. "I'm gonna make sure you followevery rule to the letter or I'll make your life hell. You got it?"
"Yes Lieutenant," Anita replied in resignation.
"Don't make the mistake of thinking you have something going with the Captain," shewarned Anita when they reached her cell. "He doesn't give a fuck about you.He was just masturbating inside you." She removed Anita's shackles, shovedher through the door and locked it. Anita turned her back to the door and pushedher wrists through the "bean slot" so Dawson could remove her cuffs. Dawsonordered her to turn around and listen closely.
"You tell me, nobody else, right away if you're late so I can take care ofit. Captain don't need that grief from a whore like you." She nodded.
Anita collapsed silently on her hard bunk with tears streaming down her cheeksand Frankel's semen leaking out of her.
"Don't fret it none," her cellmate whispered. "He'll get tired of you prettysoon just like he did the rest of `em. Then he'll let you do your time thebest way you can."
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