Chapter 10
Connie was soon to discover that she had competition. Another American girl was moved into a jail cell down the corridor from her. She could overhear her talking with the guards and laughing. This bothered her. Faced with such competition she felt she had to be more friendly. Yet, it wasn't easy. For she had to think of the ego of the prison warden as well as the lusty guard who seemed to care so much for her.
She never met the girl, but she could constantly hear her laughing. Connie also detected the sound of a guard going into the girl's cell and carrying on with her. They made such loud noises that it was not difficult to determine exactly what was happening. Connie thought she ought to have a little respect for herself. At least she should let them force her into the acts. In that way she couldn't really be held responsible from a moral and ethical point of view.
Everything changed when the guard who thought so much of her was moved to another cell block. Now Connie had more severe problems. The new guard who came into her cell decided he was going to get her to participate more in the sex acts. And this annoyed and troubled her.
"They tell me you're a real nice girl," the guard smiled as he looked at her.
Connie looked up at him and tried not to answer. But he was not about to let her get by without responding to his statement.
"You can talk," he told her.
Connie shook her head, trying to convince him that he had heard a pack of lies.
"Do you always believe everything you hear?"
Coming over to her, the guard informed Connie that if she didn't tell him everything she knew, he would be forced to take her to the torture room.
"You're a sadistic monster," she snapped in defiance.
That did not make the guard happy.
"Don't you ever talk that way to me," he warned her.
It was obvious to the suntanned Mexican guard that this young girl needed discipline and swiftly.
"Come with me," he said as he grabbed her and opened the cell door.
He hurried her down the corridor. As she went by another cell where the loud, laughing girl had been carrying on with different guards, she looked at her. There she was on her knees, giving an ecstatic guard a blow job.
The moment she saw Connie go by, she pulled her mouth off the guard's stiff prick. She looked up at her in surprise and delight.
"Hi, honey," she called out to her.
Connie loathed her. She was the type of vermin that made it difficult for a good girl like her to live in an evil, malicious world.
She tried to keep her cool. However, when Connie was taken to the discipline room, she was given a demonstration of what torture could be like even in modern-day jails.
"Now I think you should begin over here," the guard said as he found a torture device for her to sit on. "This can slip up your asshole and we'll turn it on so it will spin," he told her.
It was a round affair with a large, upraised finger in the middle that resembled an erect male penis. The guard grinned as he looked at her.
"You'll enjoy this, my love," he assured her.
Connie looked at him furiously. She wondered if he thought she would submit to such indecent torture.
'Take off your clothes," the guard glowered at her when she didn't immediately do as he insisted.
Realizing that she had no way out of the predicament that she was in at this moment, Connie did as she was instructed. It made her furious to give in to the guard.
"Every stitch of clothing," he told her.
This got her more and more infuriated. Once she had completely disrobed, she looked at him with anger and nervous suspense.
"Now what do you want?" she demanded.
The first guard reached out and tweaked both erect nipples, then smiled in a sinister way.
"I want to enjoy your delicious nude body," he told her.
Connie felt a shiver of fear go through her at this point. Before she knew what was happening, she was being pushed onto the strange torture device. As she slid down on it, she felt her responsive pussy grab. Indeed it was like a stabbing penis made out of plastic. The guard turned it on. It jabbed into her and all the while the guard sat there grinning, as he watched her.
"Does it feel good?" he questioned her.
Connie didn't reply. This always got him angry. Growling at her now, he demanded:
"You'll answer when I speak to you."
Connie looked up at him nervously.
"It feels awful," she admitted.
The guard didn't say a word. He had obtained from her the confession that he wanted. It was satisfying to him to know that the device was bringing her pain.
As the hard, plastic, spinning penis surged in and out of her rotating cunt, she let her muscles grab at it. This was what the guard wanted.
"Pretend you enjoy it," he insisted.
Wide-eyed and nervous, Connie tried her best to pretend that she enjoyed it. Even though she felt only revulsion and fear, she knew she had to put on an act for him. As she went into her act, she kept thinking. She kept thinking about home. If only she could be there now. She imagined how wonderful it would be to go out to a movie with her boyfriend. She thought of the nice times they'd had together going to dinners and shows. Connie reminisced about the moments in the lovers' lane where he would passionately pet and kiss her. She thought about the sex that she refused to have with him. How she wished now she'd listened to her own instincts.
The guard saw that she was fantasizing now with him. This troubled him.
"Concentrate on what you're doing," he told her.
Connie tried to concentrate. It was awful to be brought back to the ugly reality of being forced to submit to this torture device. It felt awful riding the sliding plastic cock.
Once she concentrated, she found that she could pump up and down on it. That seemed to please the guard. She kept doing this until her pussy juices did trickle down her inner, moist thigh. At that point the guard ordered her to pull away. As she did spread her well tapered legs for him, he got on his knees. He bent over and lapped up her pussy juices.
Connie thought he was a terribly vulgar and profane man and she hoped that would be all he would do to her. It was terrible having his thick tongue slipping back and forth across her warm pink slit. But it wasn't all he had planned. The next thing she knew, he was undressing. He bent over and made no secret about what he expected at this point.
"And now, young lady," he smiled, "I want you to get behind me and lick on my asshole."
Connie realized that in her position she was but a sexual slave. She was virtually a prisoner to the passionate guard's emotional requirements.
She got behind him and clasped his round ass cheeks. Connie buried her face in his buttocks. Her tongue gently caressed at his ass crack.
"Slip your tongue right up my asshole," he demanded.
Connie let her hot moist tongue slide up his enflamed rectum. He loved the stimulating feeling of her soft warm tongue plunging up his behind this way. His hot ass wiggled as her restless tongue stabbed.
"Reach around front of me," the guard suggested quietly, "and grab on my cock. I want you to play with it."
Even though it was disgusting and distasteful to her, she continued licking his butt as she reached for his throbbing manhood in front of him. Clasping his long, hard shaft she pulled on it nervously. This got him more and more aroused.
"Keep playing with me," he told her.
Connie continued playing with his long, hard cock. It excited and stimulated her.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "I love it when you do it like that. Yes, yes."
The delicious feelings that went through her body now had her completely aroused.
"Ohhh, I love it," he cried out in a frenzy. "Keep doing it to me."
Connie went on stimulating and arousing him this way. But when his hard fleshy pole had reached a certain level of erotic excitation, the guard wanted her to withdraw her blistering tongue from his asshole and get underneath him.
Crawling underneath him, Connie reached up and slapped his round, rubbery ass cheeks. He fed her his long, throbbing prick. The dark-skinned Mexican guard enjoyed watching his stiff, intense manhood slid into her mouth. He carefully observed her lips fastening on his pulsating, thick penis.
"Suck the head of it," he told her.
Her lips fastened firmly on his erect manhood. Connie sucked smoothly.
"Eat me," he cried anxiously. "Suck my cock."
Connie's lips held it firmly. She closed her eyes as she massaged his ass cheeks. The guard was enjoying himself enormously.
"Finger fuck my asshole," he demanded.
Connie parted his firm buttocks gently and eased her finger up his tight anal passage. The combination of having his prostate gland massaged while he was getting his cock sucked provided him with plenty of erotic stimulation.
She continued sucking nervously. It was obvious to him that once she got his thick prick in her mouth, she was enjoying it.
"Suck my cock," he smiled.
Rhythmically now, the guard pulled in and out of Connie's willing mouth. He liked to see her sensuous red lips fasten on his meaty male member. He was starting to sweat now as he came closer to climax.
"Slip your finger up my ass and massage my balls," the guard demanded of his captive prisoner.
Connie withdrew her finger from his tight anus. She let her hand reach for his meaty balls and gently caressed and massaged them.
"Suck me," he insisted, "suck my prick off. I want to see you swallow me. If you take your mouth off it when I shoot my wad I will beat you."
With such a fearful suggestion, Connie realized that she must suck quickly and completely. The last thing on earth she wanted was to have her mouth overflowing with his cum juice. But if swallowing his creamy load would satisfy him, she knew that was what she must do.
"Eat it," he exclaimed passionately. "Suck it. Suck, suck!"
Connie's lips continued holding his thick, emblazoned penis. She sucked hungrily, swallowing him all the way.
As the hot sperm splashed down her throat, she gulped for dear life. This pleased the guard. He could tell that she hated it. But that only added to the fire in his loins. It also added to his sadistic satisfaction to be able to force her to do something she loathed.
Connie went on licking, sucking and massaging the guard's swelling balls until she had drained him dry. At that point she pulled her mouth off his sturdy penis and lay there.
The guard seemed pleased now. He had obtained from her what he wanted.
"Perhaps you will have a little more respect for me," he told her.
Connie never said a word. She knew she had only loathing and hate for him. If ever she had an opportunity to tell in court what happened to her, she knew she would.
The guard seemed quite contented. He lit up a cigarette and watched her. Then he bent over and placed the cigarette on her left bosom. Connie let out the howl of a banshee. She could have been heard for miles around. The guard instantly clapped his hand over her sensuous red lips.
"When I burn your breasts," he ordered, "you must not cry out. You must accept it."
To make his point, the sadistic guard lit another cigarette and started it burning on her other bosom. Connie lay there sweating. As great drops of perspiration rolled off her nude body she felt as though she was being tortured beyond the point any human being could endure.
The guard, however, seemed to respond sexually to what he was doing in a magnificent manner. His cock became engorged with blood and his balls were bloated with lustful delight.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he declared anxiously, "and fuck you good."
At that point he was eager to demonstrate exactly what he had in mind. Wasting no time he got on the floor and rolled Connie over. Pulling her up roughly, he parted her rippling ripe ass cheeks without ceremony. Flipping his hard, throbbing cock between her curvaceous, round buttocks, he shoved forward. Connie wanted to cry out in pain but she knew it would only mean a hand clomped over her mouth, pressing under her nose, making it difficult to breathe. That being the case, she submitted to his anal attack.
Ramming forward, the Mexican guard plunged his probing penis right up her tender, tight asshole.
Clutching her ripe ass cheeks, he plowed in and out without mercy. It seemed like vengeance screwing to
Connie. Flipping a finger underneath her, he let his finger glide into her pussy. Connie's buttocks twitched wildly.
"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed lustfully, "fuck it, fuck it."
With determination and drive, he rode his torrid penis in her.