Chapter 6
The second guard who was watching, dodged down the hall just in time to avoid the first guard seeing him there. After he heard the footsteps of the guard going in another direction, he retraced his steps and went right back to Connie's cell. Opening it up quietly, he looked at her naked on the floor. Connie wanted some mercy. She hoped perhaps she could talk to him. Maybe he would show her some compassion.
Placing one hand over her warm jutting breasts and reaching down to cover her pink moist vagina with her other hand, she spoke with him seriously.
"I could give you much money if you would get me out of here. My family is wealthy. Listen to me, believe me."
The guard laughed at her.
"I am not going to risk my job for the lives of any Americano," he shook his head gravely.
Connie could see that he didn't believe her.
"I'm telling the truth," she insisted.
Once more the guard laughed. Unfastening his pants and pulling them off, he acted as if she hadn't said a word. She watched as he took off his shirt and stood there naked. The dark-skinned, broad-shouldered Mexican man was horny indeed. His thick, long cock swung between his legs.
"I want you to do for me what you did for him," he winked in a lewd manner.
Connie shuddered at the thought of having to let her tongue slip up his poised rectum. She tried to dissuade him from his evil design.
"You don't want that," she told him. "Put it in me. Stick it in my pussy. But, please, don't make me lick your ass."
The lusty, dark-skinned guard was paying no attention to the beautiful prison girl. He knew what he wanted and was determined he was going to get it.
"Reach up," he insisted, "and grab my ass. Play with my butt and then suck on my asshole."
Connie's hands massaged his stiff, intense ass cheeks. Her tongue found its target. She gently licked along his ass crack just as he told her to.
Keeping her eyes closed and holding her breath, she thought she could endure this terrible mental torture. Even though she recognized he was not being cruel or vicious, she knew how much she hated doing what she was doing now.
The guard became disgusted when she only licked at his bare buttocks.
"Something wrong with me?" he shook his head. "You sucked on his asshole, now lick mine."
Connie realized that he must have been watching and she let her tongue inch up the other guard's rectum. Not wanting to create any more of a stir, she figured it was better to satisfy him no matter what. Parting his bare ass cheeks her tongue eased up his asshole. He seemed to enjoy it as his restless ass rocked with savage intensity. Throwing his head from side to side, the second guard grunted his pleasure.
"Ooooh, eat my ass," he loudly commanded her as he slowly moved.
It was easy to see how aroused and stimulated he had become. Connie calculated that it would soon be over if she could just keep it up a little while longer. Painful and difficult as it was, she was doing her best now.
"You are doing it right," he informed her as her slithering tongue inched ever so slowly up his tight anal passage.
Cupping his balls in one hand and pulling on his throbbing cock with the other, the guard enjoyed watching her as she tongue fucked him. The guard continued pulling on himself. But when he felt it was ready to explode, he wanted Connie to suck his hot load.
Telling her what he expected, Connie slowly inched her tongue toward his rectum. He then proceeded to change his position. Now he was in front of her, shoving his huge cock toward her red, sensuous lips.
Slowly Connie parted her lips. The guard's great male member was pushed in vigorously. She could tell he was extremely horny by the way he was shoving his hungry cock meat toward her.
"Suck on it," he insisted. "Suck my prick. Suck it."
He enjoyed watching while she eagerly sucked. Her cheeks quietly parted in as he shoved his torrid man meat down her throat.
"Ohhh," the guard gasped, "suck, baby, suck."
When she managed to get his swollen member to a certain level of erotic excitement, he pulled away. He lasciviously aimed for her beautiful pink pussy.
"You're marvelous," he told her with a loud gasp.
Glancing down between his parted legs, Connie knew that he needed still more sex.
Connie was upset. She wanted to do the right thing and yet was forced to face the situation that she was at everyone else's mercy. She began thinking of her boyfriend. In a way she thought it was absurd that her mother had made such a fuss about her having sex. Perhaps if she had enjoyed a few bouts with her boyfriend she could have married him. By now she might have a little child. It seemed a long way from the sanctity of marriage as she imagined it in her mind to the prison cell where she now was forced to stay.
Later that afternoon a woman came to her who said that she was in charge of the laundry at the prison.
'They've decided to let you do some work," she told her.
For a moment Connie felt as though her problems were going to be solved. However, when she followed the young, dark-skinned matron to what she believed was the laundry room, she got a big surprise. Instead she was taken to another room. And here in this room she noticed the lusty guard who always seemed to be watching her.
"I want you both to undress," he told her.
It frightened her to think of such a thing. It would be a terrifying experience. There was a small mattress on the floor and she knew what might be expected of her. She had heard about lesbian sexual acts at stag parties. But that was the closest she had ever been to the ugly reality of such a thing. However, as she started stripping, the matron looked at her as if she wanted to do something with her. It bothered her. The prison matron didn't take long to get out of her clothes. As she stood there naked, she waited expectantly for Connie to remove her clothes. When Connie didn't instantly snap to attention, the lusty guard came over and glared at her.
"When I tell you to do something," he said under his breath, "I expect you to obey. Do you understand?"
His voice had become a growl. The insistent glare in his eyes indicated to her just how serious he was.
"Yes, I understand," she said, her voice quivering with emotion.
At this point she knew what she had to do. Slowly she slipped out of her clothes. As she removed her garments, a nervous tremor shuddered through her body.
"I wish you would reconsider," she pleaded for mercy.
If there was one thing the Mexican guard hated, it was her defiance. He felt as though he had not disciplined her enough or she would never suggest an alternative. For as far as he was concerned, inside these prison walls he was the lord and master. And he wanted her to understand this as well.
"I guess you don't understand your position," he snapped. "You are my willing slave."
Connie slowly stripped. She let her garments fall to the floor in a heap. She wanted to weep. But she was afraid that her sobs would only enflame and arouse the guard's passion even more. Looking at him evenly once that she was totally nude, she made a small vow.
"What is it, my lord?" she asked.
It was quite obvious she was being insolent. The guard responded in a flash. His hand slashed across her face.
"You will learn never to be insolent to me," he warned her.
She got his point. It did make her furious. "All right," she told him.
The angry glare of his eyes indicated to her just how evil and malicious he could be.
"I want to see you two girls do a quick sixty-nine," he demanded.
Apparently, Connie reasoned, the prison matron enjoyed feasting her eyes on her body. She came over to her and reached out to gently caress her full, ripe bosoms. She pinched her strawberry ripe nipples with her finger tips and smiled down at the flower of her womanhood.
"You like her, don't you?" he asked Myrea.
The dark-skinned girl looked up as passionate pleasure glistened in her eyes.
"She is beautiful," she admitted.
It always added to the warped pleasure of the twisted guard's sexual desires to see Myrea react to another woman.
"If she doesn't know how to eat pussy," he smiled sadistically, "you can teach her with your tongue."
He looked at Connie lustfully.
"Get down there," he ordered Connie.
First Connie stretched out on the mattress. It was a striking combination. The beauty of her naked ivory-skinned body stood out in perfect contrast to the beauty of the olive-skinned brunette who lay down with her.
It wasn't long before they were at it. They stretched out to enjoy each other's naked splendor. There Connie was with her face buried deep in Myrea's itchy moist vagina. And Myrea was looking up at Connie's appetizing crotch. Now the guard unzipped his fly. If there was one thing he enjoyed doing, it was jacking off as he observed two females enjoying each other's splendid sexual beauty.
Immediately Myrea began demonstrating to Connie how she should use her smooth moist tongue. Myrea's hot tongue plunged into Connie's pussy hole. Seconds later Connie joined her. She gently pulled Myrea's puckered pussy lips apart. She liked to look at the curly pubic hair and admire it. But what she enjoyed even more was the sight of her parted pink pussy lips. For there she could obtain a splendid view of her inviting vagina.
"Get your tongue way in there," the guard smiled.
Now the guard's bloated manhood was in his hand. He was reaching down to finger and massage his testicles while he used his other hand to gently stroke himself. The erotic sight of the blonde and the brunette girls naked before him, stimulating each other with their tongues, kept him completely aroused.
His hand movements were timed to the girls' tongue stabs. Connie smoothly let her probing tongue slide inside Myrea's hot, pink pussy. And at the same instant Myrea was inching her tongue into Connie's quivering slit. At first Connie had to close her eyes. That kept the reality farther from her of what she was actually doing now. However, the other woman, Myrea, enjoyed seeing the gorgeous girl's naked splayed legs above her. She thrilled to the erotic pleasure of clasping her smooth ass cheeks and squeezing them as her tongue continued sliding inside of her moist, pink pussy.
Watching from the sidelines totally turned on the guard. He kept his hand grasping at his manhood as he pumped ever so vigorously.
"Jack it," he panted, "jack it off."
The erotic thrills that they discovered now had them completely aroused and turned on. It was almost more than they could stand to watch this kind of erotic arousal and stimulation.
"Quicker," he called out to Connie.
He wanted Connie's tongue to swing in time to the rhythm of his hand as he pulled on his manhood. Connie's tongue flipped into action. She understood what the guard wanted. It was warped and sick, she knew. But it was her only way of satisfying him. Much as she despised what she was being asked to do, she felt she must.
With her tongue flipping smoothly and rhythmically into Myrea's twisting vagina, she could taste her. It was strange how the aroma of her crotch wasn't bad after all. But what was even more amazing was the fact that Myrea's vaginal juices tasted delicious to her.
With increased rapidity now, Connie continued sliding her tongue rhythmically in and out of the other woman's sizzling pubic nest. Watching every moment and enjoying the erotic spectacle before him, the guard pulled on his penis with firmer, harder movements. He knew that he was getting close to his own erotic explosion. He wanted to keep himself under perfect control.
"Suck her pussy," he exclaimed eagerly.
The two women went to town now. They were enjoying the thrilling, erotic explosion that they were experiencing.
"Suck her pussy," he gasped breathlessly.
As they went on eating at each other's hot, twisting vagina, the guard knew it wouldn't be much longer until the two women came.
He was accurate. For as he bent over to watch them closely, he observed Myrea juicing. To make sure that Connie didn't ignore his lusty desires, he made her press her mouth tightly over Myrea's moist tantalized pussy and suck her rapidly.
Myrea accommodated Connie by doing the same for her. With her lips sealed against Connie's crotch, she sucked her dry as she juiced.
At this point the guard's hot stiff cock exploded. His sticky, white cream shot over Connie's back. As he watched his cum fly into the air and land on Connie's back, he got another idea. It would be interesting to degrade Myrea by making her lick his cum off Connie's back. Once Myrea had finished nibbling and sucking at Connie's twisting vagina, he suggested that. Connie looked at him, startled at the depths of his depravity. However, Myrea knew the guard well. Nothing he could suggest shocked or stunned her. She immediately responded. In no time at all she was down there licking.
It was this kind of erotic pleasure that always kept him aroused. Stretching out on her stomach now, Connie watched over her shoulder as the other woman licked the splash of cum off her back.
Gratified now, the guard applauded the two women. Connie felt like using her hands for something else besides applause. If she had had her way at that moment she would have anxiously let her hand slap his face. For she loathed and despised him for what he was doing and what he was.
Slowly she got up from her position on the mattress. She got dressed and so did the prison matron. She was ushered back to her cell without anymore ceremony.
The next day she was told that she was really going to work. She wondered if this would be another ruse or if she would really wind up doing something. Much as she hated the prospect of working in a laundry, it did seem far better than being placed in the solitary loneliness of a damp, cement prison cell.
Sure enough, she was given the opportunity of working in a laundry. It was not an easy job. They had all of the guards' uniforms to wash. However, she felt her job was better than the women who had to press the uniforms. That would have been even worse. It was so hot there that the thought of standing over a steam iron, pressing endless numbers of uniforms, made her feel morbid. She was grateful that she wasn't in anything worse than the laundry.
She finally did manage, in the days that followed, to write a letter to her mother. Connie knew better than to express her extreme disgust over what was happening. Instead, she simply tried to explain to her mother that she was caught in a predicament of which she had no knowledge. She explained she was a victim of circumstances and begged for mercy from her mother.
Connie waited hopefully that her mother would display some understanding and sensitivity to her plight. However, she was not surprised when fourteen days later she got a letter back. And it was in this letter that her mother showed her true colors. She wrote, "My dear Connie. So sorry to learn that you have gotten yourself into a mess. Please don't call upon me now or ever to get you out of what you got into. You're a big girl now and you must face up to the responsibilities for the sinful life you are leading. Love and prayers, your mother."
Connie was so outraged at the unfeeling letter that she tore it to shreds and started suddenly sobbing.