Chapter 2
At this point Dianne was outraged. She couldn't believe anything could be quite so awful.
Terrified and angry she nevertheless realized what she had to do. She got on all fours just as the guard instructed.
"I want you to bend over farther," he told her, "so I can slip my pecker up your asshole easy."
Finally he got his long, hard shaft between her ass crack. With a rough, demon-like drive, he rode his thick penis right up her asshole. Dianne twisted in pain as he tried to insert his thick prick. It wouldn't slide. It was true, she was well lubricated from the cum of the other man's juicing. However, his cock was so massive it would hardly fit in the tight anal opening.
But that didn't stop him. Gripping her ass tightly, he forcefully rode forward. Finally he made it.
"Up your asshole," he gasped as he ruthlessly fucked her behind.
Reaching around he found Dianne's bosoms. He couldn't help but observe the nipples were rigid. Apparently, even though she was objecting, she was enjoying it.
"Fuck, baby," he whispered. "That's what I want you to do. Fuck it good."
Her ass reared up to meet his driving, long cock.
"When you twist your tail I really enjoy that," he told her. "Just keep grinding your ass, honey. Don't ever stop."
She continued twisting around.
"Right on," he told her. "That's how you do it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
She was enjoying it enormously. This was the part that bothered Dianne. She knew how much she loathed the guard. Yet he did have a way of screwing her asshole that produced waves of erotic desire and pleasure in her body.
The Mexican guard was feeling of her bosoms now. But soon he was reaching down to grope her crotch. He felt of her moistening pussy and finally inserted two fingers and played with her. She enjoyed the dual action of his fingers massaging her clit as he ruthlessly assaulted her asshole.
"You're a beautiful bitch," he told her, "and you know how to fuck. Come on, fuck it. Fuck."
He enjoyed the sensation of his thick, swollen penis sliding into Dianne's tight anal channel. Her asshole was sucking him in like quicksand as she pivoted around.
"Good," the guard panted as he went on fingering her pussy.
He finally pulled his fingers from her vagina. Then he told her to bend over farther. All he wanted to see of his victim was her ass rising up to meet his sliding cock stabs.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed as he roughly continued fucking her. "Now you're doing it," he told her. Fuck. Fuck it."
He caressed and slapped her buttocks. Finally he got his rocks off. She felt the hot surge of his juices shooting up her asshole as she twisted, milking him.
When he pulled his thick, long penis from her asshole some of his cum dripped on her behind. He didn't bother to wipe it off as he pulled his penis roughly from her asshole, making it sting in pain. No sooner had that guard left, than a policewoman came in. She looked at Dianne lewdly.
"Are you seducing the guards around here?" she demanded.
Dianne looked at her tattered clothes.
"No," she told her. "They were awful."
"You should be disciplined for having sex in your cell," the woman said firmly.
"But they forced me," Dianne said, her voice whimpering.
'That's too bad," the woman told her. "Somebody has to teach you. I will."
She left Dianne for a moment and then she returned.
"Here," she smiled, "would you turn around and let me whip you with this leather belt?"
Dianne was outraged. It was bad enough that the men were vicious and cruel. But she couldn't believe that a woman could be acting like this.
"What are you going to do?"
"If you want me to blindfold you," the female guard suggested, "I'll do that."
Dianne shook her head. Resigned to her fate, she turned around. Then she felt the leather belt lashing across her bare bottom.
"Come on," she told her, "that's what I want to do. Twist your ass as I whip you."
It was obvious that the woman was a sadist of the worst type. She wasn't stopping at anything now. She was deriving a great deal of pleasure from torturing her.
"Keep it up," she told her. "That's the way to do it."
Finally she stopped. Then when Dianne dared turn around she got the shock of her life. For the woman was stripping.
"What are you gonna do?" Dianne demanded.
"It isn't what, it's who," the female guard grinned knowingly. "And it's you. I'm gonna fuck you."
At this point Dianne saw the naked woman strap on a thick dildo.
"What are you going to do with that?"
"Fuck you like everybody else around here," she told her. "They say you're real good."
Stepping back against the cold cement wall, Dianne tried to evade the evil woman who was staring at her.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," the woman assured her. "I'm simply going to fuck you."
This bothered her. However, she tried her best to control herself. Suddenly she felt the awful jab of the plastic cock as it slid between her legs.
"Fuck me," Dianne told her, "fuck me."
With penetrating jabs the dildo continued slipping into her. She could hardly stand it.
"Yes," she exclaimed, "I want it. Fuck me."
She was enjoying it intensely now. That bothered her. She liked the feeling of the other woman's breasts caressing hers.
"My name is Carla," the woman smiled, "and I really enjoy this, don't you?"
Hoping the woman would show her some kindness and help her get out of her predicament, Dianne nodded.
"Yes, Carla, yes," she told her.
"Cooperate with me," Carla smiled knowingly, "and I will help you. Grab my plastic pecker with your pussy."
Dianne's vagina tightly gripped the plastic penis as it plunged forward.
"Yes, yes," she exclaimed as she threw her arms around Carla.
Suddenly Carla's sensuous red lips were pressed against her lips. Then Carla let her tongue slip into her mouth. Soon they were doing a tongue fuck.
"Feel of my ass," Carla suggested.
Dianne let her hands gently slide down to caress Carla's curvaceous rear end. That pleased the woman. But she still wanted more.
"Finger fuck my ass hole," Carla suggested.
Parting her ass cheeks she gently eased a finger up her rectum.
"That feels real good," she told her. "Fuck."
While Carla's dildo drove into her pussy, Dianne fingered her ass hole. Finally she was there. That really inspired Carla. She planted her mouth on Dianne's mouth and passionately kissed her.
Finally withdrawing her finger from Carla's ass hole Dianne figured it was over. Carla pulled the dripping-with-love-juices dildo from her pussy.
"Now I want you to turn around," she told her, "and let me give it to you from behind."
This was something that Dianne had never counted on. It was bad enough doing it the other way. She didn't know how she could stand it.
"Yes, baby, yes," she told her, "I want it. Just like that."
The two women were eager to demonstrate what they felt for each other.
"Ohhh, baby," she groaned, "I want it so very bad."
Soon they were fucking furiously. "Yes, yes," she told her, "I want that. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Dianne was bending over all the way. It was not easy to be in this position while she was being rudely attacked from behind with Carla's dildo. Nevertheless, she was doing her best. She wiggled her ass. Her knees ached. How she wished she could straighten up. But the demented woman continued driving the plastic dildo right up her rectum.
"Does it feel good, honey?" Carla demanded with a wicked smile.
Dianne looked up. She nodded and tried to force a smile to her face. However, this didn't please Carla. For Carla was a sadist. She wanted her to feel pain and be miserable.
"I'll shove it up far enough so you'll say no," Carla giggled.
She kept her word. She roughly, lewdly slammed the hard, plastic penis high up Dianne's sensitive ass hole.
"Feel that, honey?" she asked her. Dianne moaned.
"Yes, damn it," she whimpered, "I hate you." The hate that she felt in her heart was no match for what Carla felt. For Carla had long ago become twisted on sex. She could only produce pleasure in herself when she was generating torture in another. The plastic dildo was working its thing in her.
"Ohhh, baby," she told her, "that feels so very good."
Riding it up her ass roughly she slapped her buttocks. She squeezed them and gripped them and pinched them.
"You're hurting me," Dianne whimpered, figuring that was what Carla wanted to hear.
Sure enough, that did it.
"Wonderful," Carla exclaimed as she roughly rammed the plastic cock higher up her ass and juiced.
When Dianne felt Carla's pussy juices running freely, she recognized that she had brought her around. At least she could have some peace and quiet for a moment she figured.
Carla pulled the slippery plastic penis from Dianne's ass hole. She gratefully slapped her buttocks with a firm crack of her hand.
"You're a good fuck."
At that point Carla dressed and left Dianne. But Dianne just had time to dress before the first guard returned.
"Haven't you got anybody you can call?" he asked her.
Looking at him sadly, Dianne shook her head negatively.
"My folks and I aren't very close together," she confessed.
"If they were home," she explained. "They've gone on a trip. I don't know where they are."
"That's too bad," he told her, "because you need a lawyer. You need some money for an attorney to get you out of this."
"I know that," she said sadly.
"Maybe if you'd fuck with some of these prisoners," he told her, "you could get some money. Some of them have a little."
"I'm not a whore," Dianne insisted.
"I never said you were," the guard told her. "I just said you needed some money to get a lawyer to get out of here."
Dianne could see the handwriting on the wall. She knew that what she needed was money. And she knew that she might have to exchange sexual favors to obtain the money to get her release. This put her in a bind.
"I just wanted to help you," he told her. "I don't have any money. But I can give you a good recommend. If that would help."
The guard slapped her ass playfully.
"What kind of recommend?"
"I can tell them you're a good piece of ass. I mean, you really are good."
Dianne was in no mood to smile. She felt totally miserable.
"I imagine you've got plenty of women around here who will do anything," she shrugged.
"Yeah, but they won't come to jail to screw," he said sadly, "and some of these prisoners have to get sex, too."
"I don't deny that," Dianne admitted candidly, "but I'm not the one to take care of them."
He could see that she was disturbed by his suggestion.
"You know, they've got the right idea in your country," the dark-skinned guard laughed. "You have provisions for wives to come and visit their husbands so they can shack up. You've got it made. Girl friends can come in and screw with the men, too. Here, we've got problems. So we really need a woman like you. We sure as hell don't want them screwing each other."
As Dianne thought of such a dreadful thing taking place, for a moment she almost felt as if she was being called upon to perform some sort of sacred duty by giving up her body in sex.
"It might be right," she admitted. "They don't give them the things they need. Our country is ahead that way. Maybe I should help them out."
The guard was delighted when he saw she might be accepting his idea.
"And you'll be helping yourself," he reminded her. "You do want the money, too. You've got to get out of here, honey. Not that I want to see you go, but I'm sure you can think of nicer places to be."
Dianne suddenly realized they weren't all bad. It was just that they had a rough way of wanting to get it off.