Chapter 9
The all-clear came early the next morning. Phoebe was awakened abruptly by the cops who were already up and ready by the squad car. She dressed quickly, for fear of delaying another moment and giving them ideas.
She rode with them back to the desert community that was their base. On the way she had decided that there would be no sense in telling her story to the local authorities since they would undoubtedly treat her in the same fashion as the three cops had. She would wait until she was taken to a larger center of authority.
They pulled into the station and Phoebe was transferred immediately to a van that was to transport her back to Los Angeles. The ride took several hours, including stops to pick up other women "offenders" from various small communities along the way. By the time Phoebe arrived in L. A. she was surrounded by a group of the most undesirable women-whores, junkies, destitute women with no one and nothing to help them. How she regretted thinking about herself in a unit with these people! She was not a whore; certainly she had some lusty desires, but in the past month she had been compelled into these situations! She never sought them as a way of life. She could never offer herself to a man ... not in that way. Phoebe pulled the collar of her blouse closer around her neck and pulled back into a corner of the van. She couldn't wait to be out of the van and away from all this sordidness.
The matron who guided her through the booking procedure seemed very sympathetic. After the official process, Phoebe was taken to the bathing unit and allowed to rinse away memories of the night before. Scaley spots of come were everywhere! Phoebe washed and scrubbed until she thought her skin would come off. Even her sweet young pussy was bathed and soaped to within an inch of its life. The matron, who had introduced herself as Beverly Harris, watched Phoebe carefully while virtually ignoring the rest of the women. But Phoebe imagined that this was simply a function of human interest: surely Beverly could tell that she did not belong among that crew. Anyway, Phoebe found herself wondering what Beverly was doing with a job like matron in a county jail? Beverly was mature, about thirty, with a fine sculpted face of alabaster hue. Her dark hair was cropped in a short pageboy. Skin-tight uniform slacks encased her long, tapering legs. They were so tight Phoebe could see the fleshy slit of her cunt clearly outlined at the base of her taut-muscled loins. Her pointed breasts, unrestrained by a brassiere, aroused envy in the young blonde girl. The prominent nipples were sharp dots against her thin white blouse.
The booking had taken quite some time. Phoebe was allowed to dress in her own clothes after she bathed since her status was still highly questionable. The police officer who had taken her statement seemed to believe her but she had been unable to get through to her mother in Vermont so she would be held until her story could be checked out. She was led by Beverly through the maze of corridors that connected the booking sector of the jail complex with the holding tank. Phoebe was placed in a relatively comfortable cell, by herself and another attendant brought her a lunch of sandwiches and coffee. Phoebe was starved. After she ate, she lay back to rest.
Beverly appeared again at the door of the cell. "Feeling better?" the dark-haired woman asked as she let herself into the cell. "What you need is a good relaxing massage and then some sleep. I'm still trying to get through to your mother, dear, so relax a little. This is all going to work out very quickly ... you'll see."
Phoebe was glad to have someone looking out for her again. "I just want to get home to my mother," whined Phoebe. For the first time in months, Phoebe felt like a little girl. She was tired of being used and abused. She just wanted her mother to hold her and make the evil world of men go away.
Beverly must have seen the syndrome a million times before and she was ready to use it to her own advantage. "Nonsense," the dark-tressed woman replied, her fingers slipping from Phoebe's shoulders to the buttons in front of Phoebe's blouse. She undid them one by one, reaching under the blouse to better continue the massage. She moved lower to caress the nipples of Phoebe's exposed young breasts, tantalizing them to unwilling erection so they extended a full inch from the smooth cones. "You must rest! Just lie back and close your eyes."
Phoebe let herself slip into the older woman's trance. Beverly pulled back the prison blanket and slipped Phoebe magically out of her clothes. Then with total confidence in the security and privacy of their cell, she too slipped from her uniform and lay 1 down beside Phoebe on the narrow bunk. Beverly had worked at the prison for many years and knew every schedule perfectly. They would not be disturbed for several hours.
Phoebe felt that what was happening was wrong, especially after her drugged encounter with Debra Home. But she felt so alone and needful, she allowed herself to be cuddled, and even snuggled closer for the warmth as Beverly's arms encircled her nakedly quivering body, the fingertips gliding over her own golden skin. She trembled at the tactile contact and couldn't repress a sigh of contentment, nor hold back the responsive undulation of her sensuality awakening body to the gentleness of the caress.
Beverly's fingers were sliding up and down the smooth column of her spine, easing into the trembling crease of her ass-cheeks, and all Phoebe could do was softly moan in mounting pleasure and sensual arousal.
The young blonde girl felt the warm sleek length of the older woman's thigh insinuating itself gradually between her legs, sliding, inching up until it was brushing against her quickly moistening cuntal lips. She groaned and tried to make herself at least attempt to escape from this further assault on her body and morality, but all she could think of was that it was so much nicer than what she had been forced to endure the night before. Being cruelly tied and raped and forced to suck and fuck cock after cock! Unnatural as this thing which was now happening might be, it was at least a gentle, loving thing.
Beverly slowly kissed Phoebe's eyes. Then she moved to her ears, tongue swirling as the naked prisoner tried to find the strength to repel the forbidden caresses. She was helpless, and involuntarily she parted her lips as Beverly's wet tender mouth finally came in contact with hers.
She felt the long spear of the brunette's tongue insinuating itself deep into her oral cavity, sliding, swirling gently, making contact with her own tongue, sucking, forcing her to respond in return.
The matron's knowledgeable hands were moving over her warmly tingling breasts, the slender fingers pinching her erect little nipples, and she realized that the blanket had been kicked to the floor so that they were both stark naked. The chilled air of the cell raised goose bumps on Phoebe's excitedly trembling body and instinctively she clutched at the voluptuous older woman beside her for warmth, her legs opening wide to find the heat of Beverly's sensuously rubbing leg.
"Please, don't. It's not right ... ," Phoebe whispered in lewd excitement tinged with fear. She saw and felt the hot velvet of Beverly's lips close over the distended nipple of her sensitive left breast, and then the soft hot swirl of her tongue against the tip. She could not repress the shudder of delight which flashed through her nakedly writhing young body. Beverly began to suck as she used the end of her tongue dexterously, and Phoebe felt fingers sliding down over the smooth, soft mound of her belly into her pussy hair. Her loins were already spread wide by the gentle but insistent pressure of Beverly's slender leg, and there was no barrier to the deft, skilled fingers that sought out the wetly throbbing lips of her tight little pussy and delved into the warm moisture which was beginning to flow from the depths of her aroused young cunt! "Don't-please don't do this to me ... ," Phoebe wailed, tossing her head helplessly from side to side.
Beverly's fingers slid the whole pulsating length of Phoebe's soft fleshy cuntal lips, going down into the crevice of her taut-muscled buttocks to find her tight little anal ring. The naked girl prisoner gasped at the lewd touch and tried to squirm away, but Beverly's police training made it easy to hold the much less powerful Phoebe helplessly below her. Phoebe struggled against Beverly's sensuously alluring body for a moment and then she realized she really had no desire to fight what was happening. She knew it was wrong but the will to resist had left her ... she found herself even anticipating what would happen next, knowing instinctively that it would be pleasurable if she could only let herself relax.
Beverly's mouth left the hot peak of Phoebe's breast and her tongue licked like wet fire down the smooth contours of her belly and through the sparse growth of golden pubic hair. The older woman's leg and hands gently forced her thighs apart so her young, violated vagina was completely exposed. Phoebe's loins began a slow sensuous undulation in anticipation of what was to happen next. She saw Beverly's face framed by the wide-splayed vee of her own thighs, and the pink tip of the brunette's saliva-wet tongue flicking across sensuous lips. The matron's head slowly moved lower and lower and her tongue began to moistly slide up and down the most sensitive flesh on the inside of Phoebe's velvet-fleshed thighs. She groaned as she felt Beverly's skilled, delicate fingers parting her lust-swollen vaginal lips, felt hot, moist breath spreading over her sensitive coral-hued inner flesh which was even now pearling with her own excited sexual secretions. Beverly's tongue flicked out like a hot-tipped whip to lick up and down the passion-soaked furrow of her widespread cunt lips, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly.
Phoebe moaned out her protests. "No, no, please don't...." But she knew that her pleas would go unheeded ... and realized she didn't want the voluptuous older woman to stop tantalizing her eagerly pulsating pussy with fingers and tongue as she crouched low, at the same time dominant and yet subservient, between her wildly trembling thighs. And then with a low moan of lewd hunger, Phoebe's will broke and she whispered, "Yes. Yes, do it! Let me feel your mouth. Kiss my vagina. Yes ... like that...."
Beverly purred with satisfaction. She bent her lovely face between the sweet scented thighs of the naked young prisoner and pushed her mouth tight against the throbbing softness of the widely dilated vagina and deftly wormed her tongue far up into the hot sweet depths of Phoebe's cuntal passage, teasing the thousands of tiny vaginal nerve-ends. The young girl, losing control of herself, urgently rammed her shamelessly aroused pussy up against the velvet-soft lips which were sucking so ecstatically at her flesh.
Beverly's tongue fucked deep into the tight wet hole until the shapely blonde prisoner writhed on the narrow bunk like a woman gone mad. Suddenly her tongue slipped from the clutching confines of the vaginal passage to slash tantalizingly over the erect, urgently vibrating bud of the young girl's clitoris. The dark-haired matron captured it between her avid lips and expertly sucked the tiny penis-like organ, the very end of J her tongue flicking and licking and swirling as Phoebe tossed and humped on the bunk and her thighs closed around the beautiful older woman's face with an audibly wet smacking sound. Phoebe's naked buttocks churned in complete abandonment as her pubic mound rose and fell in perfect timing with the salacious licking and sucking of her partner.
Abruptly Phoebe felt a great bubble swelling in her gut, a spreading of warmth that filled her belly and surged downward to her clutching, sweating thighs.
Phoebe knew she was on the edge of an orgasm.
"Beverly, Beverly, I'm so close ... ," she whispered.
At that exact instant, Beverly abruptly pulled away from her, yanking her hair free of the grasping hands, raising her head. "Together, sweetheart, we'll come together!"
Before Phoebe could fathom what was going on, the beautiful brunette swung around on the bunk, straddling her face from above, and lowering her belly so that it pressed, soft and hot, on her aroused breasts. With wide eyes, the young blonde watched as the older woman's cuntal crevice descended toward her own gaping astonished mouth. The fleshy pink slit of Beverly's pussy opened and closed inches from her face, inviting her. She could see the dew-like pearly drops of the brunette's vaginal fluid glistening, and her nostrils flared at the heady scent of the cunt that was so close. The hot thighs rubbed sensuously against her rib cage, and she knew she had to do it. She had to use her tongue on the beckoning vagina!
Phoebe's mind turned with the confusion of opposed sensations. In one way she was appalled at the very idea and yet, deep within herself, she knew that she wanted to! It was something she had never even thought of before in connection with herself and when others had spoken of it, she had always thought it perverse and unnatural. But now she had to taste the wetly glistening cunt which was suspended so tantalizingly just above her face. With a gasp of surrender, Phoebe reached up to grab the smooth half-moons of Beverly's warm-fleshed buttocks with her fingers and at the same time peel the blood-swollen pussy-lips even wider with her thumbs. She pulled the prison matron's eagerly writhing loins down, and her tongue came out and without hesitation drove straight up into the moistly heated flesh. With a shock, Phoebe realized it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. It was so much richer and sweeter and headier than the cocks she had been forced to suck. Ravenously she licked and sucked as Beverly rotated her naked buttocks and ground her succulent pink pussy down at the blonde girl's straining mouth. She tried to make a penis of her tongue and fuck her love-partner deeper and deeper ... she sucked wildly, wantonly revelling in the new experience.
Phoebe moaned. Her full pouting mouth drawing on the sweet-flowing cunt, her throat worked to swallow each drop of rich fluid as fast as she could extract it! Scant inches from her hotly-laboring mouth, she could see the tight puckered ring of Beverly's anus. She could not fight the obscene urge to ram a finger into it. Moving the tip of her outstretched middle finger to the hairless orifice, she tried to push it in-but it was too tight. With a moan of frustration, she jerked Beverly's frantically churning hips downward and raised her head until she could reach it with her mouth. Wetly, her tongue encircled the tight little opening until she felt it begin to relax, and she could thrust her tongue into it, tasting the hot alien sweetness within. She sighed and began energetically tongue-fucking the puckered opening and heard Beverly cry out softly with pleasure.
Then knowing she had prepared the way, Phoebe again used her finger. This time the tight, rubbery sphincter parted and with one swift motion, she was able to sink her finger to the hilt so hard her palm smacked wetly against the older woman's wide-stretched ass-cheeks. Savagely, driven by lewd passion she had never even imagined, the blonde prisoner began to fuck her finger in and out of Beverly's anal passage, even as her wetly sucking lips returned to the woman's sweet quivering cunt. Her tongue again speared into its honeyed depths yearning for its sweet rewards.
Beverly was immediately transported to the edge of mad ecstasy. She cried out in anticipation of even greater delight as she pulled Phoebe's thrashing thighs far apart again and her head plunged between them, her tongue savagely licking and probing at the young girl's pussy flesh.
Beverly's mouth hotly ignited the fuse of Phoebe's flesh. With the oral contact to her pussy renewed with even more ardor, Phoebe felt herself exploding, turning to fire. Out of control, she wildly rammed her face up between her partner's trembling thighs, tongue probing, and lips sucking as her finger fucked and twisted Beverly's rectal aperture.
An H-bomb of sensuality surged through her to break on the soft, hair-fringed lips of her pussy as the beautiful matron's tongue fucked deeper and deeper, faster and faster into her feverishly flexing cunt ... and then she was coming! She felt the gush of her orgasm spilling into the sucking mouth of the other girl even as Beverly reached her own climax and the brunette's liquid passion spilled out of the palpitating vagina into her own eagerly-gulping mouth, to coat her tonsils with a flavor more delicious that anything she had ever known.
To Phoebe, it seemed like an eternity passed as they lay locked together, arms and legs entwined, slowly, sinuously moving over each other, seeking the last droplets of the precious fluid of their amazon passion. Then the older woman undulated on the bunk and reversed herself, moving to draw the trembling young girl into her arms and bring their come-glistening lips together in a long, searching kiss. Phoebe tasted herself and felt new erotic stimulation from the contact with Beverly's soft warm breasts and belly.
Phoebe tried to talk. She tried to explain that she had never known that it could be like ... well, like it had been. She thought she should explain that she had never felt any such sensations before but Beverly kissed her gently and whispered, "It's o.k. honey. There aren't any words...."
Phoebe was already drifting into sleep when Beverly checked her watch-the guards would be making their rounds soon-and dressed. She covered the young girl and checked the cell for tell-tale signs.
Phoebe's rest was cut short by another matron, one she had not seen before, entering the room and telling her that the preliminary hearing had been set for that afternoon. Phoebe hurried to the appointed van, again to be transported like cattle, and from there was whisked off to the court house and chamber where her plight would be resolved ... she hoped.
As Phoebe entered the room she was so preoccupied with the machinations of the court-she had never been in one before-that she did not notice the policeman who had cruelly raped her the night before-the one who had thrust his enormous dick into her nearly virgin cunt while the other two officers held her down ... she did not notice him exit the judge's chambers wearing a self-satisfied smirk.