Chapter 8
Connie got a big surprise when her mother did show up at the jail two weeks later. Her mother made no announcement of her arrival. Connie was permitted to go to a visiting room and speak with her through a screen.
"Oh, mom," she mumbled nervously as tears trickled down her cheeks, "I'm so glad to see you."
Her mother's eyes lit up at the sight of her daughter.
T really shouldn't be here," her mother shook her head. "You should pay the price of your sins. But, dear, I want to help you. You know how much I care for to you."
Connie knew all too well the kind of feeling her mother possessed for her. In a religious framework she liked her. However, she had to confess in all fairness to herself that her mother had bitterly neglected her time and again. If she complied with what her mother felt were the correct moral codes, she was accepted. If she didn't, she was rejected.
"Connie, I'm going to get an attorney," her mother informed her. "You need help. I've got another mortgage on the house to do it."
Connie appreciated the fact that her mother had gone to such lengths.
"It was nine-and-a-half percent interest, too," her mother complained, "but I guess you're worth it, darling."
Her mother would have to be materialistic at a moment like this.
"I'll pay every penny of it back," she assured her mother. "I'll get a job. I know how to work as a waitress. And maybe I will even get secretarial work. One way or another, mom, I will see to it that you get paid."
Her mother was pleased to hear her talk like this. For she didn't want to think that her efforts were going to be wasted.
"I'm grateful, dear, that you appreciate what I'm trying to do for you."
"Of course I am, mom," she told her. "Of course."
Connie was only too eager to demonstrate to her mother how much she cared for her. But her mother was nervous now and unable to relax.
"With all of these people listening close-by," her mother shuddered, "I don't suppose you can tell me what's happened here. I've read plenty about these prisons in Mexico."
Connie thought it best not to say anything that could get her in more trouble.
'They're treating me very nicely, mom," she said.
This mother knew her daughter well enough to know when she was making up a story.
"Yes, I'm sure they are," her mother said as a frown creased her forehead.
After a few more moments of talk, her mother told her that an attorney would be getting in touch with her shortly.
"I'm staying in one of the beach-front hotels," she told her. "I figured I might as well get a little Mexican sunshine while I'm here. Only I wish you could be with me, dear."
Two days later an attorney did show up. He listened to Connie and shook his head gravely.
"You don't have much of a case, you know. You only have your word. And right now your word doesn't mean very much."
All too grimly Connie realized this.
"My only defense is the fact that it's the truth," she told him.
"The truth doesn't help much many times," the attorney shook his head grimly. "But I will do what I can."
In the meantime, things were made a little easier for Connie. Word spread like wildfire that her mother was there.
Getting visits from her mother meant much to Connie. Her mother had brought her some clothes and would bring her some delicacies now and then. Connie was grateful for her thoughtfulness. However, when the court hearing came up and the attorney couldn't sway the judge to give her any further consideration on the appeal, she realized she was doomed to five long years.
Her mother got upset. She came to the prison for final conference with her daughter.
"After all I've done for you, dear," she said sadly," think it had to turn out like this. Now I've got to back to the States and pay off the mortgage. I wouldn't have spent the money at that beach-front hotel if thought I was going to have to pay it all myself, figured you'd get out and naturally would want to give me a little bonus. Well, we all have to suffer."
Connie could see that her mother was obviously feeling sorrier for herself than anybody else.
"It's all right, mom," Connie told her. "I will be expert at working in the laundry. I might even le how to press clothes. That's what I'm doing now, you know."
Her mother looked at her daughter's hands.
"Oh, dear," she shook her head, "and you always had such beautiful skin. I don't suppose their soaps consider a woman's beauty. It's dreadful your being here, dear."
Connie shook her head.
"Mom, you're so shallow," she told her.
Her mother looked at her in stunned shock and dismay.
"What did you say?" she asked.
"Nothing," Connie said as she got to her feet and turned away.
"Aren't you even going to say good-bye?" her mother demanded.
Connie shook her head.
"Gratitude," her mother quipped quickly. "I suppose that's what you're showing now. All right, dear, there will come a day."
Connie left her mother with a threat hanging in the air. It gave her an awful feeling to go back to her cell like this.
The guard, who always had an eye for her, found out that her appeal had been rejected. He realized she would be there for a considerable length of time and he was glad. He had never cared too much for his wife and had been unable to get her to do the various kind of sexual acts that brought him pleasure. Now that he had found someone who could satisfy his carnal appetites, he was pleased and determined to make the most of it. In a sort of celebration in her jail cell, he suggested that she take off her clothes for him.
"You don't waste time, do you?" Connie asked under her breath as she began undressing.
The guard shook his head.
"Not when I'm this hot," he told her.
Being the top guard, he knew how to come to her when she was alone and no one would be disturbing them. He undressed as she undressed. When she was completely naked he didn't hesitate to tell her what he expected.
"I want it from behind," he told her. "Get on the floor. Like a dog."
Connie got on the floor reluctantly. Once more she felt the pressure and pain in her knees. But she knew she dare not complain.
He gripped her round, rubbery ass cheeks as he suddenly flipped his long, thrusting penis between her firm ripe buttocks. Connie begged for mercy.
"At least spit on your cock," she warned him. "It'll hurt like the devil if you don't."
Finally he gave in to her. He spit in his hand and then slid it up and down the length of his hard stiff penis.
At this point he was prepared to ram it up her tight asshole. Grasping her round firm ass cheeks he suddenly stabbed his blazing shaft forward.
"Up your ass," he told her.
With a penetrating, hard cock stab, he shoved his manhood right up her scalded behind. It was a terrifying feeling as he drove it in. Connie thought she would come apart at the seams. However, the guard loved the stimulating, erotic sensation that he was deriving. He liked having his thick, meaty manhood slipping in such a tight orifice.
"Push it back to me," he begged her.
Connie knew what was expected of her. She knelt over farther and thrust her pert ass up in the air. Grabbing her silky smooth ass cheeks the guard rammed forward with a deep, penetrating jab.
"Fuck you," he told her.
Clasping her ass cheeks he roughly rammed his bloated dagger into her. The insistent sound of his lusty balls slapping against her smooth white bottom finally sounded good to her. For once her ass had been stretched she enjoyed the erotic sensation of his stiff cock plunging up her twisting behind. Reaching forward, he gripped her warm ripe breasts. It pleased her to have his hands grasping at her full, firm bosoms. He would pinch her nipples and then clasp her appealing breasts. She loved the gentle, sensitive way he could play with her breasts. Finally, with one hand he reached down to finger her pussy. Connie enjoyed the feel of his finger flipping speedily into her vagina. Her steaming clitoris was erect and he teased it with his finger tip.
"Ohhh," she groaned as he continued feeling of her down there. "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged him.
He kept his finger flipping in her velvety vagina at the same tempo as his hard, meaty cock stabbing up her ravaged asshole. Connie swung her restless hips back and forth. The guard appreciated it and tried to give her a demonstration of his sexual skill. He wanted to get her so hot and horny that she would join him in a climax. His thrusting finger kept flipping now as she got more aroused than ever.
"Ohhh," he grunted as he felt the thrills shooting through his body.
His hard, thick prick continued surging up her tight asshole. She swung her hips back and forth, enjoying every moment.
"I want it," he told her. "Ohhh, fuck, fuck."
When he felt her getting wet in her crotch, he figured it was time to finish rocking his steaming cock up her twisting ass. With a few more hard jabs he plunged it in all the way and shot his load. His slick prick continued gliding up her asshole as he finished fucking her off.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Rhythmically he went on stabbing up her butt as he finished giving her a wild ass screw.
The delicious thrills of getting balled this way made Connie grateful to him.
"I really enjoyed it this time," she confessed.
The guard grinned.
"You are going to be around here a long while," he told her. "Why don't you save yourself for me?"
This kind of an arrangement amazed Connie. She never thought a guard would expect her to be loyal. After all, there was the prison warden that she was balling with, too. It bothered her that she could be caught in a conflict of interests. She had always imagined that perhaps she could persuade the prison warden to give her a break. But if she was limited from offering herself sexually to him, this would not be possible. Trying to use some strategy, she thought out her reply carefully.
"I want only you," she told the guard.
She had managed to massage his ego and at the same time had not destroyed any illusions.
When another guard walked by unexpectedly and wanted in the cell, the first guard knew he had to accommodate him.
"She can jerk you off," the first guard suggested to the second man.
If he could get her to give him as impersonal sex as possible he felt as though he would get closer to her. Connie was caught in this swirl of frustrating circumstances. She figured she might get some favoritism as a prisoner if she did play along with her captors. The second guard instantly opened the cell door, came in, got on his haunches and pulled out his long thick cock. Connie reached over and clasped his hard, excited penis. She knew what she had to do. Grasping it firmly she began pulling on it. He groaned in passionate delight as his erection surged. The lust inferno he felt in his crotch had him itching with excitement. His balls tingled.
"Pull on it," he panted as he observed that she could pull his steaming cock as if there was a strange electrical current running through her.
She was trying to pull him off and give him all of the excitement she knew how. His body heated up as he got ever more excited. Her eyes closed. Now his stiff prick was being pulled with wild abandon.
"I wish she could wrap her mouth around it," the second guard suggested.
The first guard felt his lips tightening. He didn't want this to happen. However, when the second guard got so excited he reached over and pulled her down over his throbbing penis, she had no choice in the matter. He wanted her to sink her mouth onto his bulging cock.
Letting her mouth slip over his thick dagger, she began sucking. He drove it in deeply.
"Ooooh," he moaned lasciviously as he fucked her face.
His hands rested on her head. He was arousing her now in every way he knew how.
"Suck my prick off," he panted. "It's big and beautiful. Suck me, suck me."
The guard loved what she was doing. His eyes were wide with delight and surprise as he watched her wantonly sucking up and down on his rubbery shaft like a starved animal. Connie's warm breasts jiggled as she let her head bob up and down over the full length of his searing cock. As he looked at her naked body and observed the amazing fervor that she displayed when she sucked, he suddenly let his cock explode.
"Ooooh," he panted as a gushing fountain of juicy white sperm splashed down her throat.
She gulped hungrily. Connie could feel the surging, sticky stream of hot cum shooting down her throat. She kept sucking until his cock went soft like a rubbery knob and slipped from her lips.
The first guard had become enflamed with jealousy. He didn't want to see anymore. However, he waited until the second guard slid his cock back in his shorts, zipped up his fly, and left. At this point he wanted to kiss and caress her all over. He wanted to tell Connie he was sorry that he had to share her. But Connie understood.