Chapter 9
It wasn't going to be long, Connie knew, before there would be trouble. The prison warden had her in his office and suggested that she save herself for him.
"All right," she told him.
Desperately trying to figure a way out of the prison, she asked the warden if he could help her escape. A look of shock and dismay crossed his face.
"Are you crazy?" he demanded.
Shaking her head quietly, Connie looked up at him in desperation.
"I want to please you," she explained, "but I want to go home. I have my friends."
Pacing the floor, the warden tried to explain his situation vividly.
"If anyone escapes from this prison, my job might be over. You are not going to escape. Nobody is going to escape. Do you understand?"
Connie understood all too well. She realized she'd made a tremendous slip by suggesting such a thing to him.
"All right," she apologized. "I just wish you could help me get into a better cell. Maybe you could do that."
Shaking his head, the warden told her she was lucky to work in the laundry four days a week.
"That gives you a change and some good exercise," he told her.
"Yes," Connie agreed quietly.
She could tell he wanted to do something with her but she didn't have any idea what he had in mind that day.
"I enjoy having a woman massage me all over with her breasts," he explained.
She knew what he expected. However, she wasn't prepared for the oil that he brought out.
"Massage this oil into your bosoms," he demanded.
Connie took the small plastic container of oil and massaged it back and forth against her huge pendulous breasts. Once she had done this the prison warden came over and nervously reached for her ripe white bosoms. His jaw hung slack and his heart raced rapidly and his breath came short.
"You are very beautiful," he whispered.
Once more he double locked the door and called his secretary and said he would be busy. He undressed now and stretched out on his sofa at the far side of the room. She came over and did what was expected of her. As the ecstasy of her slippery breasts sliding down his chest to his crotch got him aroused, she could see his hardening penis springing to life. She smiled sweetly as she gripped his huge stiff cock. Connie's gleaming, youthful exuberance stimulated him no end. At this point, however, he was eager to have her pour herself into the act all the way. He rolled over and Connie let her firm ripe bosoms slide back and forth across his enflamed buttocks.
"You are doing it very nicely," he told her.
At this point he wanted her to suck on his ass cheeks.
"Suck my ass," he told her.
Connie bent over and bit his buttocks until she left teeth marks. The undercurrent of anger that she felt running through her forced her to bite his behind. The prison warden laughed.
"Don't bite a chunk out of my ass," he chuckled.
Connie let her finger tips massage the backside of his bulging balls. At this point she was thrilling him. She could feel his sturdy shaft underneath him as she reached down. She squeezed his stiff prick lightly. And then she let her tongue whip to his ass cheeks.
"Can you give me a good ass suck?" he demanded.
Her jaw dropped. Connie wanted to speak but she couldn't. She massaged her firm breasts over his aroused buttocks with all of the passion she could pour into it. She hoped that would satisfy him. But the prison warden was not satisfied. He still wanted more.
"Swing your tongue over my ass," he demanded.
Connie swung her tongue right over his butt. He arched his ass cheeks swiftly upward and she did what was expected. Her stiff tongue surged right up his elated rectum. He enjoyed the tingling sensation of her searing tongue stabbing up his hot asshole. But what he wanted now was for her to slip her mouth over his firm erect cock.
"I want you to suck it until I cream," he said, rolling over.
She gripped his restless buttocks and felt his huge cock suddenly shove forward.
"Suck it," he said. "Damn it, suck it."
Connie's mouth opened. The big prick plunged inside. Passionately she let her mouth slide farther down over his stiff manhood. He loved the stimulating, erotic sensation of what she was doing.
"Suck me, suck me," he whispered enticingly. "Suck my prick. Suck it."
Connie put a lot of intensity and fervor into her mouth job.
"That's how you do it," he told her. "Suck off."
She kept bobbing up and down on his lust-crazed penis and at the same time massaging his swollen balls. Connie licked hotly with her pink tongue swirling in moist, frenzied action. Her lips stretched painfully around the warden's thick, turgid circumference of his hardened erection. He was anxious to shove all of his passionate meat down her throat.
"Suck it," he told her intensely, "suck!"
The saliva glistened on his rock hard penis as he pulled back and forth. He loved the way she played with his blood-engorged balls. He went on ramming his sturdy prick back in her engorged mouth, shoving it deeply down her throat.
"You're really a good cock sucker," the warden told her as she sucked him so fervently.
He could feel his twitching balls ready to shoot. Ramming it hard down her throat, his thick cock ejaculated in her mouth. The creamy cum shooting from his penis tip thrilled her. Connie toyed with his bloated testicles as her mouth drained his pulsating cock.
Pulling off the warden's penis, she hoped he would be satisfied. But he wanted still more.
"Over here, honey," he told her. "Slide your pussy over my face."
Connie nimbly positioned herself over the prison warden's mouth. She shoved herself down hard. He grabbed her beautiful firm thighs and began luxuriously tongue fucking her pink orifice. She loved the stimulating, erotic sensation of his tongue flipping back and forth across her crotch.
"Slowly," Connie whispered.
Reaching down, she gripped the prison warden's head. She was never much on having a man suck her pussy. But the way the warden was doing it now really surprised her. For he had a magnificent movement with his searching tongue. At first he would gently nibble and suck on her clitoris. Next he would let his tongue explore all around inside of her. He fingered her puckered-up asshole while he ate her searing box. Connie smiled as she watched him. It was an erotic time for her.
"Yes, yes," she panted passionately.
The delicious thrills that she felt as she kept rocking herself eagerly kept her stimulated every moment.
"Yes," she panted passionately, "lick me, love me."
The thrills that she experienced tingling through her body had her so excited she was ready to cum. The warden let his tongue swipe back and forth, enjoying the delicious taste of her. He kept his hands playing with her ass cheeks and fingering her warm ripe butt. Finally, he pulled off and reached up to grasp her fleshy bosoms. Connie took a deep breath as she pumped up and down on his steadily flicking tongue. It wasn't long before she was gushing.
"Suck me, suck me," she begged him.
Hungrily he sucked at her. And he went on playing with Connie's full, rounded bosoms with his hands.
She liked to bounce up and down and have him feel of them as if he was gauging their weight. Connie's impish grin stimulated him.
She begged him to lick her burning crotch. And she purred softly with husky emotion as she felt his tongue dancing about inside of her. Connie came some more. He sucked and swallowed her dry.
Pulling off the warden's mouth, she stood there in all of her voluptuous beauty. The warden's eyes feasted on her sensuous naked body.
"There's nothing like a naked woman with a gorgeous body," he said, smiling proudly.
His big cock was getting hard again.
"Why don't you ride me?" he suggested.
Connie knew she had a beautiful body. She had no reason to feel ashamed. If the warden wanted her to ride his penis, she thought she should. At this point she straddled him. She watched as every inch of his big prick disappeared in her moist, willing vagina. She pumped up and down.
"If you can fuck this good," he grinned, "I will really make you a lucky prisoner. Play with my balls."
Connie pumped her pussy up and down. And then she reached behind herself and grabbed his bulging balls. He loved the sensation of her gently massaging and squeezing his intense nuts while she fucked. Pulling her hands away from his torrid testicles, she focused on her pussy-grabbing movements. Her busy vagina grasped at his stiff shaft as he shoved in hard.
"Fuck, fuck," he panted as he felt his sexual passions overtaking him now.
He was without any defenses when he had this tempestuous woman on him. Her own passions clinched the act. For she was grasping his hard prick, working up and down furiously.
"Fuck, fuck," he begged her.
His hands reached down to sensuously grasp at her naked loins. He loved to feel of her flowing white ass cheeks as he desperately sought to get his stiff cock off.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried. "Ohhh, yes, yes. Give me every inch of your cock."
Connie had become lust-crazed now. She required cock. Every thick, throbbing inch she could get in herself. The warden had sensed this from the wild look in her face as she pumped up and down on his upraised penis.
"You're a good wench," he panted as he pumped sensuously into her.
A few more squirms and churns of her naked body and he shot his wad. She joined him. The sticky wetness of her cum pleased him. He could slide in her squishy pussy with ease.
Slowly she slid off his long, throbbing penis.
"What a fuck," he told her.
It pleased him that Connie had such a fantastic screwing talent. It was like no other fuck he'd ever had. Connie now observed his flaccid cock. She caught her breath and grinned as she started to dress. His eyes were on her now as if hypnotized by her acts of depravity.
"I've enjoyed this very much," he told her, "and I will see to it that you get some favors. Do you want some cigarettes?"
Connie nodded.
"You mean marijuana?" he laughed. Connie shook her head.
"I don't smoke the stuff," she insisted. "Just regular cigarettes. And I sure would like some candy bars, too. And if you have any American magazines or newspapers, I would love that. It's been so long."
The warden understood.
"Of course, that can be arranged," he assured Connie.
Connie was pleased now with his response. "I'm glad that you want to make me happy," she told him.
The warden nodded and agreed.
"Your pleasure is mine," he told her, "but I can't let you out of here. Perhaps you will get another trial and win your freedom. For your sake, I hope so."
Connie felt he was sincere. He didn't open the door and release her until he was completely dressed. Calling his secretary first, he explained that the conference was over. Opening the door once more, she saw the guard waiting at the other door. Apparently, she was constantly under surveillance.
Going back to her cell, Connie was grateful the guard didn't mention anything about sex.
A couple of days later she was getting a box of candy bars, a carton of cigarettes and some magazines. Apparently, her willingness to please was paying off. But the lusty guard understood immediately what had happened.
"He likes you," he grinned.
Looking up at him she felt sorry for a moment. She would have preferred being loyal to him. At least he'd never been cruel to her. The horrid prison warden could be extremely vicious and mean. She knew this all too well.
The guard asked her point blank, "Do you like him better than me?"
Connie was amazed at his nerve in asking such a personal question.
"Why do you ask?"
Her eyes were glazed with terror as she looked up at him. She could imagine how sadistic he might become if she ever told him that she enjoyed the prison warden more.
"I like you," she told him.
"No, you don't," he shook his head. "I think you like to be treated mean. Maybe if I bruised you or hurt you, you'd appreciate me."
He went over to her and let his hand strike her behind.
"Stop it," she told him. "Don't hurt me."
He was so angry now at the fact that she was carrying on with the prison warden that he wanted to whip her more.
"Take off your clothes," he demanded.
Once she had taken off her clothes, he forced her to get on all fours. Then he let his hands hit her buttocks over and over again.
"Stop it, stop it!" she pleaded.
After he had ravished her behind with his beating hands, he unzipped his fly and mounted her. He didn't bother to spit on his cock to provide any lubrication. Instead, the guard roughly grabbed her trim buttocks and crudely rammed his meaty organ up her hot, tight asshole. She shrieked in pain as she felt his searing cock surging up her. He had been transformed from a nice man into a beast.
"You like it this way," he said.
Her cries rang off the walls of the prison. But it made no difference to him. He was driving his erect manhood up her pained asshole and enjoying it. He was tearing into the soft, vulnerable flesh between her twisting buttocks. As his huge penis went on driving in her, she fought against him. She hoped the warden would hear her cries. Instead, the lusty prison guard clapped his hand over her mouth. She ground her teeth together. He went on fucking her vigorously. His big cock riding up her ass seemed to batter her behind. He didn't care that it was hurting her. Her sensuous breasts were heaving with deep, panting breaths as he rammed deeply. Proudly he sent his huge prick up her tight ass all the way. "Fuck, fuck," he told her.
No matter how she shook her head to indicate she hated it, he paid no attention. He felt it would be weak of him to stop what he was doing. He was bound and determined to force her to give him every kick he wanted. With rough, deep, penetrating jabs he went on riding up her asshole.
"Fuck, fuck," he grunted, "fuck it off."
With determination and drive he went sliding inside of her. It sliced her almost in two, but he got his cock off. His hot, juicy cum surged up her ravaged butt. He thrust it in a couple more times and then pulled out of her.
He left her there, sobbing and crying.
"I guess you never could be loyal to anyone."
Didn't he understand? The prison warden would torture her if she didn't give in. How could he ever expect her to be loyal to him? It was a terrifying nightmare that Connie was experiencing now.. And she knew there was no end to it. Not until she could be out of her captivity. She thought about her mother and the efforts that had been made on her behalf to free her. It seemed as if nothing would work.
Later a prison matron came into her cell. She did her best to tell her what had happened. The prison matron paid no attention.
"Don't cry on my shoulder," she told her. "I've got my own troubles here."
Connie realized what a brazen bitch she was talking to. She quit speaking and the prison matron went over and looked at her cigarettes and candy in the corner.
"How did you get this?" she demanded.
Connie shook her head.
"I guess I'll help myself to a package of cigarettes and a couple of candy bars," the woman said, reaching for the candy.
Connie made no effort to restrain her. She knew that she was doomed. Over and over she thought of her mother and the help that she might have gotten. Yet she knew her mother was really no benefit. All she could do was complain about the money she had wasted in her behalf. She had no real defense. The original mistake of picking up with a man who she didn't know had put her here. It was awful how taking one wrong step could bring her into such a nightmare of captivity. Over and over she wondered if she should write to her mother again. Finally she seized the small pieces of writing paper that had been given to her and wrote another letter.
"Dear mom," she began, "you will never know how much I appreciated your coming to my assistance. I'm so sorry that you spent all of that money on the mortgage. When I get out of here I will pay you double for everything you've done for me. You must help me. It isn't that they treat me so bad, it's just that I cannot face living here for five more years. I'm young and want to be out, having a good time. Listen to me and don't refuse me. Love, your daughter, Connie."
She sealed the letter up and addressed it. When the matron came around again she told her to mail it for her. She gave her two packages of cigarettes and the prison matron thanked her and asked for a candy bar as well.
Reluctantly Connie gave her a candy bar. At this point small bits of edible food seemed a luxury to her.
The prison matron smiled as she walked away. Connie did her best to keep her spirits up, but it wasn't easy. She fell asleep on the floor that night. She didn't hear a thing until the next morning when another prison matron brought her some food.
"Wake up," the matron told her. "You've got to eat so you can work. It's laundry day."
There was more work to be done. Connie ate her food. She knew she would need all the energy she could pack into her body to perform the work she had to do in the laundry. But it was better than being confined to the miserably, shabby cell she was in. She hated it. There was so little light that filtered into the room that it seemed gloomy and all sorts of sad thoughts went swirling through her mind.
Once she was in the laundry she worked industriously. Then she seized upon an opportunity to get acquainted with a man who worked there. Maybe he could help engineer her escape. She couldn't offer him very much. Connie did have her own body, a few packs of cigarettes and that was about it, except for the three remaining candy bars. She figured she would probably be the prize package. Connie didn't mind brushing her firm ripe bosoms against the young man as she carried a bundle of clothes over to the corner. The man immensely appreciated this fact. The sexual electricity that she expressed to him in brushing against his body had him on fire for her.
"I'd like to have you talk to me," he said nervously, "over here."
As she went over to the secluded corner, he wasted no time. He pulled up her dress and unzipped his fly, then inserted his rampaging penis in her. He pumped it hungrily a couple of times and that was all it took before he exploded within her body. Connie pretended she enjoyed it. That ignited his passions even more. Her vaginal muscles clasped his sliding, thrusting penis as he stabbed in her.
When he pulled his stiff cock from her she asked him, "Maybe you would like to have me in my cell? We could be alone."
He shook his head.
"Some guard might see us. I know of another place."
Connie had to wait now. She hoped that perhaps the next day when she was let out to work in the laundry he could help her make her escape. It would be a dangerous thing, however, she knew they couldn't trace it back to him perhaps. That would be her salvation. For if the prison warden assisted her in her escape, or the guard helped her, that might be obvious.
But here in the laundry it could be any one of a number of people. And it was this hope that ignited her expectations of the future.