Lady in the House

by

Michele Nylons

Chapter XIV

   

I awoke in my cell the next morning unaware of the terrible fate that fallen upon my sister Angie. I knew that Steve had sent his henchman Danny to do something to her but I didn't know exactly what that evil bastard Steve was capable of.

I lay there shivering with dread hoping that he had just given Angie a warning, or at worst that he'd shown her the pictures that Steve had taken of me dressed as a woman being forced to fellate him. God, I hope those bastards hadn't hurt Angie, or even worse her daughter.

The prison was waking up and I could hear the clatter of cell doors opening and the underlying drone of prison life. The sounds of men pissing into steel toilet bowls, the muffled farts and the cries and curses of the inmates as they prepared for another day of boredom and brutality.

I forced myself to get up and shave and brush my teeth; I collected my soap and towel and waited for the guard to open my cell so I could take my shower. A burly guard looked through the peephole into my cell and then unlocked the door.

"Come on sugar; get your arse moving down to the shower block," he said sarcastically.

I wondered what he meant by calling me sugar. There was no doubt that Steve would have put some of the guards on his payroll. The warden was allowing him to run a prison brothel but even though Steve had plenty of inmate henchmen working for him, he would also need some of the guards. It was the same scheme that Eddie had used when he was running Chelmsford.

I went down to the shower block and scrubbed myself clean. I deliberately made no eye contact with any of the other inmates but I knew some of them were looking at me and whispering. It was obvious to everyone in the communal shower that my body had been fully shaved and I would undoubtedly have got some unwelcome attention by the 'bull dykes' except for the fact that word had obviously gotten around that I was one of Steve's 'girls'. No one in Chelmsford fucked with Steve or his 'property'.

Once safely locked back in my cell I was alone and found myself wondering exactly what had happened to Angie yesterday. The longer I was left alone in my cell the more I worried and imagined the worse. My cell door opened without warning and 'Iron Bar' Steve sauntered in and slammed the door closed. I scrunched myself up against the wall on my bunk, as far away from him as possible.

"Well if it isn't Mike, or should I say Michele. All refreshed after a good night's sleep?" he asked.

Steve was carrying a small tote bag, which he dumped on the floor before pitching himself down on the bunk. I tried to hunch myself further against the wall trying to stay as far away from him as possible.

"Oh what's the matter honey; you bashful? You don't look too bashful in this picture do you?" he teased and pulled out his highly illegal mobile phone and showed me that his screensaver was a picture of me dressed as a woman wearing full makeup fellating him.

"Look, these are the pictures your sister got to see yesterday," he smiled evilly at me.

Then he played with the menus on his phone and flicked through the pictures he had taken of me with his penis in my mouth. Although Steve was only semi-erect and I was being forced to participate, the pictures didn't appear that way. They portrayed me as a heavily made up tart fellating a well built, tattooed, con; there was nothing to indicate that I was anything but a willing participant.

"Take that filth out of here," I whimpered, pushing the phone away.

"Oh no Michele; you already knew about these pictures. I just wanted to show you how well they turned out."

"The real reason I'm here is to show these," he went on, fiddling with the phone in order to open a new picture folder.

"The quality ain't the best; Danny's a fucking hopeless photographer; he never gets the light right, and the composition is all fucked up…………but; you get a real feel for what the subject is feeling," he laughed and pushed the screen into my face.

I was horrified. There was a picture of my sister Angie! Steve flicked the buttons on the phone showing me a series of pictures of her sprawled in the corner of a filthy doorway, her pantyhose and knickers were down around her knees, her skirt and slip had been hiked up to reveal her privates. Angie's attractive, heavily madeup face was fixed in an expression of both fear and revulsion. Her jacket, blouse, skirt and legs were covered in ropes of sticky white semen. In the last two pictures Angie's face was contorted by a look of revulsion; the pictures showed a tumescent penis being rubbed over her semen-splattered face.

I lowered my head into my hands and started to sob. This was my entire fault. Because I hadn't been a willing transvestite prostitute and had not heeded Steve's warning not to resist my fate, my sister had been violated. I was heartbroken. My head was spinning; what could I possibly do fix this; or at least ensure that it never happened again?

"Ok. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you tell me to do; I promise. Just don't go near my sister again. Please!" I begged.

"Oh no, little miss fucking smart-arse; I warned you what would happen if you fucked with me and I make no guarantees to you about anything. You fuck up again or try any of your sneaky shit and I'll unleash Danny again; besides he likes your sister, I'm not sure I can keep him off her. And as for your spunky little niece………" he finished, his face split with a depraved grin.

"I promise; I promise; I promise!" I pleaded.

"Well we'll see about that you sneaky cunt. Before you got transferred back here to Chelmsford you tried to cut a deal with the authorities for easy time in exchange for giving up your accomplices and it backfired on you right?"

"As you know, because of your testimony the Governor's brother got caught with his fingers in the government cookie jar and went down for it. That's why you ended up back here isn't it," he finished.

I looked up meekly and nodded.

"Well it seems the Governor wants to pay a visit to the cunt who got his brother banged up and who is also responsible for him getting demoted to looking after this rat hole of a jail instead of being in charge of a nice cushy reform facility."

"So now; it's not like the Governor can waltz on down to E Block where he can be seen by all the inmates and guards now is it? I mean he's the boss and needs to keep a degree of separation from the rabble."

"As you remember, from a previous experience, Eddie used to deliver some of the girls to the Governor's office, but this guy is the epitome of discretion."

"However he is determined to see you; and in particular he want's to see what I've done to you. So in that bag there are a few items to help you change from Mike to Michele."

"So get fucking going sweetheart; you got a VIP visitor coming to see you in an hour. Now we'll see if you can do what your fucking-well told!" Steve spat at me and stood up.

As he went out the door he looked back and smiled.

"By the way; my sources tell me that you are to have a visitor later this afternoon."

"It's your sister!"

"Now get fucking dressed," he smirked, and slammed the cell door behind him on the way out.

The last time I was in Chelmsford I had been one of the girls that Eddie had delivered to one of the previous wardens. I had stupidly tried to win over the Governor using my sexual guile and it had backfired on me completely. I was determined I wouldn't try any of the same tricks this time; I couldn't afford to play with the wellbeing of my sister and niece.

I opened the bag that Steve had delivered and was not really surprised by its contents; female attire, breastforms, a wig, cosmetics, lingerie, perfume and the obligatory pair of high-heels. Resigned, I emptied the bag its contents and laid them out on my cot.

I knew that I wouldn't be disturbed until the warden arrived and was grateful to have a completely walled-in cell with a solid steel door; the thought of dressing whilst other inmates and guards watched me through a barred cell was something I didn't even want to contemplate.

I arranged the cosmetics on the small shelf over my sink and stood in front of the mirror to start what was again becoming a familiar ritual. I put a layer of foundation on my face and applied powder to set it. I rouged my cheeks and applied plenty of black eyeliner and heavy mascara. I carefully put on my aqua eyeshadow and put a second coat of pink eyeshadow to highlight it. I put on the two-coat plumb coloured lipstick, colouring my lips fist then setting the lipstick with the clear, glossy topcoat. Lastly I gave my face a fine dusting of finishing powder being careful to keep it off my mascara. There; the perfect whore's face, made up to perfection. I guessed that Carmel had packed the bag because the makeup was exactly the style she would have had me wear in my E Block workroom.

Satisfied with my makeup I stepped into a black satin-lined suspender belt, the black garter straps dangled down and tickled the tops of my thighs. I then squeezed into a matching satin brassiere. I pushed the silicon breastforms into the cups of the bra and arranged them to look as natural as possible and then sat down on the cot.

I slipped a pair of fully-fashioned nylon stockings up my legs and adjusted the back-seams so they were straight and fixed them to the silver clips on my suspender straps. A familiar feelings of subtle stimulation shuddered through my body as the gossamer nylons slid up my shaved legs. The feelings intensified as I pulled a pair of black nylon full-cut panties up my legs and smoothed them around my buttocks and over the suspender belt. I suppressed the feelings and concentrated on getting dressed.

I stepped into a black satin full-slip, my body tingling at the feel of the slip on my bare skin and the whisper of the lace hem on my stockinged thighs. I stepped into a navy-blue pin-striped pencil skirt, closed the zipper on the side and adjusted it around my waist and pulled the hem down over the hem of my slip. The skirt was tight around my buttocks and thighs and had a split in the side up to mid-thigh; the hem stopped six inches from my knees. If the skirt wasn't so tight and didn't have the side-split it would almost be modest.

Next I buttoned myself into pure white, long-sleeved, satin blouse and tucked into the waistband of my skirt. I sat on the cot and stepped into the eight inch black patent leather pumps that had been provided for me. I opened a little felt drawstring bag and as I guessed it contained jewellery. I slipped a gold anklet on my right ankle and admired the way the fine gold chain glittered against my black sheer nylons. I clipped on a pair of gold drop earrings and put the gold ladies watch and gold bangles on my wrists and fumbled around until I had closed the clasp on the gold chain necklace around my neck.

I stood up and looked in the mirror as I fitted the jet-black wig. The fringe rested on my eyebrows and the bob sat on shoulders. I combed out the wig and noticed it had subtle red highlights through it. Lastly I put on a navy-blue pin-striped jacket which matched my skirt. It too was tight and clinched at the waist; the sleeves short enough to show some white blouse cuffs and my gold accessories.

I looked like a businesswoman or high-class secretary who had the dress sense of a trollop. I would look quite presentable in any boardroom if the skirt wasn't so tight and split at the side, if the jacket wasn't so figure hugging, if my heels weren't so high, if my hosiery wasn't so lewd, if my makeup wasn't so heavy. If! If! If! If! If!

There was no doubt Carmel had carefully selected my attire; in fact I hazarded a guess that someone (the Warden?) had specifically asked for a certain look. I kicked of my heels and climbed carefully onto my cot so that I could see of much of myself as possible in the small wall mirror.

Then it dawned on me! I know who I looked like!

I was dressed in the spitting image of my sister Angie!!!

Could it be coincidence? I thought not. There are no such things as fucking coincidences in the dark underworld of Chelmsford prison. I guessed I would find out soon enough; I set my resolve not to upset the Warden or Steve today. I was terrified at the though of having to face Angie this afternoon when she came to visit. How could I explain to her that it was my fault that she had been raped? But, I needed to see her so that we could work some sort of plan to get her away from the clutches of Steve's outside henchmen.

A small bottle of "Poison" perfume had been included with the cosmetics and I spayed generous amounts on my neck and décolletage then a quick squirt under my skirt on the top of my thighs. An old girl like me remembers her old tricks I guess almost smiling at the helplessness of my situation.

'Carmel; you might be prison brothel madam and fag-hag but sometimes your blood's worth bottling!' I thought to myself as I saw a tell-tale rectangular bulge in one of the pockets of the carry-bag. I unzipped the pocket and smiled with pathetic glee when I reached in and pulled out a packet of Marlboro's. I had taken up all of the previous bad habits that I had developed since leaving Chelmsford the last time, I might as well take up a bad habit I enjoyed I thought, and lit a cigarette.

I sat back down on the cot to await the Warden. I stepped back into my pumps and started painting my nails as I whiled away the time. I tried to think of anything but what had happened to my sister. I chain smoked cigarettes while I carefully put on two coats of plumb-red nailpolish.

At some stage during my reverie I realised I had no way of removing my makeup and nailpolish when the Warden had finished his visit unless Steve was going to bring me some makeup cleanser and nailpolish remover. 'What the fuck!' I thought; 'removing my makeup is the least of worries.'

I was suddenly shocked out of my trance by the rattle of keys in my cell door; and then it slowly opened.

"Come back in half an hour! Unless there is an emergency I am NOT to be disturbed understand!" a harsh voice commanded from outside my cell door.

"Yes Guv' nor!" an anonymous guard grovelled his reply.

The Warden stepped into my cell and the door slammed shut behind him and the lock rattled shut. The Warden was a slim man in his early fifties. He looked dignified with his greying collar-length hair and smart dark suit. His immaculate white shirt was accentuated by his tanned complexion. He was handsome but grave. He reminded me of the movie actor Sam Elliot; he had the same deep gravely voice when he spoke.

"Cover the peephole!" he commanded pulling a small roll of masking tape from his pocket and tossing it at me.

As I clattered over to the cell door I was thought that I glad that I didn't have to walk around all day in these eight-inch heels and tight pencil skirt. It had to take short steps as the skirt restricted my stride and the heels made me concentrate to keep my balance. I knew that the effect of my high-heels and tight skirt on my gait was causing my ample bottom to sway too and fro, swinging seductively as I walked. I stuck a couple of pieces of the masking tape over the spy-hole in my cell door and wondered if the Governor had a predilection for transvestites. I didn't know, but I knew that he was wily and prison savvy by what he said next.

"I don't give a fuck who sees you dressed like that or what they see you doing, but I'm not going to give my guards or that sneaky fuck 'Iron Bar' Steve the chance to blackmail me by taking any pictures through that peephole."

"I didn't get to be the Governor of one of Her Majesty's finest penal institutions by being stupid."

"Which brings to my why I'm here," he went on.

"You have caused me and my brother a considerable amount of trouble haven't you?" he said.

"I'm so sorry Governor, I……."

"Shut the fuck up you dumb cunt; the question was rhetorical!" he cut me off.

"My brother's inside and I'm stuck here because of the evidence you gave to certain authorities hoping to get some shortened easy time."

"Well I've put a fucking end to that; haven't I?" he snarled.

I knew better than to try to answer and stood there with my head bowed.

"But turning you over to Steve and his sleazy deviate cohorts is only part of your punishment. Sure it's your enduring humiliation and pain by being forced to be a transvestite prison prostitute that gives me the most satisfaction; but this is personal so I'm going to have to have to have some personal revenge you understand?" he explained clinically.

I bowed my head lower looking down at my pumps.

"I expect you to answer this time," he growled.

"I'm so sorry Warden, I didn't mean for all this to happen. I was just trying to………….."

"Oh shut the fuck up! I don't know why I bothered to let you talk," he barked.

"Don't talk anymore unless I command it ok?"

I nodded my compliance.

"And fucking look at me; at least have the guts to face the man who is about to punish you for your sins!" he said.

I looked up and took a step forward, standing in the middle of the cell with my arms by my sides.

The Warden's eyes slid over my body starting with my heavily made-up face and sliding down my tight jacketed body, over my pencil skirt and lingering on my sleek black nyloned legs and down to shiny high heeled pumps.

He reached out and placed a hand on my face and then gently stroked my fringe out of my eyes.

"Pretty," he mumbled and his hand continued down the front of my body and then stroked the waist of my pencil skirt.

"I'll tell you this; I don't like transvestites. You're not right in the head. If you want to be a woman at least finish the job and cut off your cock, take your hormones and at least look like a proper woman not like some guy in a skirt," he sneered.

I wanted to tell him that I didn't want to be a transvestite; that I was being forced into being one; but I knew that he knew that already and I also knew better than to talk when had told me to shut up.

"I find the operation that Steve is running in E Block very distasteful; but I get a very good cash return on it so I'm prepared to let him carry on with it," he went on.

"Steve has offered me the services of his transvestite trollops before you understand; but as I have stated, I find them offensive."

"You however are a different matter! You have caused my brother and I considerable hardship and discomfort now I intend to do the same to you. I intend to do this personally do you understand!" he growled in my face.

I nodded again.

"Undress me," he ordered.

I moved forward and removed his suit jacket, I hung it on the back of the steel chair next to the desk fitted to my cell wall. As I hung the suit jacket my eyes strayed to the picture of my sister Angie tacked to the wall behind the desk. I resolved to do everything in power to make sure I did not upset the Warden or Steve any further. I would capitulate.

I went back and indicted to the Warden to sit on my cot. He raised his eyebrows questioningly and then understood what I intended and sat on my cot. I knelt before him, my skirt tight around thighs so that I had to hike it up a little to kneel comfortably. I removed his shoes and socks and put them under my bunk then I reached up and untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I ran my hands over his hairy chest, my painted fingernails dragging gently over his skin. He took my hands and put them back on front of shirt, indicating I should remove it.

I removed his shirt, stood up and placed it on the back of the chair, under the suit jacket. I came back and knelt before him again and my fingers trembled as I reached for belt buckle and unbuckled it. I popped the button on his pants and unzipped his flies. The rip of his zipper sounded ominous in the silence of my cell. He lifted up slightly and eased his trousers down and I lifted each of his feet to free the pants. I stood again and took them over to the chair and layed them over the jacket and shirt ensuring they wouldn't wrinkle.

When I turned around he was standing up, naked except for his jockey shorts. I walked over stood before him, my hands at my sides and my head bowed. I remembered back to my previous incarceration in Chelmsford; I recalled the myriad ways I had learnt how to please a man during my tenure as a transvestite prison prostitute.

'Ok, this is the moment of truth,' I thought and cleared my mind of everything. I became Michele, the transvestite prison whore. I was mentally prepared for what I needed to do for the next half-hour.

"Excite me now," the Warden directed, "make me erect."

I slid my fingers inside his shorts and they wrapped gently around his long flaccid penis. It was cool and soft in my fingers and I slowly began to feather my fingers up and down the pliant member, fluttering my nails gently against his glans. I felt him begin to stiffen and moved forward so that my body was against his. My suit rubbed against his bare body and lifted my face and moved my lips towards his.

The Warden turned sideways, avoiding my kiss so instead I nuzzled his neck as I stroked and fondled his slowly hardening penis. He may not have a proclivity for transvestites but my ministrations were having the desired effect. I gripped his member loosely in my hand and began to slowly masturbate him. I heard him inhale sharply and his breathing started to quicken. He pushed me away from him slightly but I kept my hand inside his shorts and continued my ministrations.

The warden reached out a hand and unbuttoned my blazer and stroked my white satin blouse. With my free hand I reached up and flicked the top button of blouse. He smacked my hand away and buttoned up blouse.

"You will not need to remove any clothing; I have no compunction to know that you are a man under your female façade," he said matter of factly.

"Continue to pleasure me with your hand," he instructed.

I acknowledged his instruction silently and stroked his thickening spongy manhood. It was now getting uncomfortably cramped inside his jockey shorts and I took a chance and removed my hand and pulled down his shorts. They fell to his ankles and he kicked them free of his feet.

"Proceed," he directed.

I took his thickening manhood back into my hand and fondled it. I tickled the sweet spot under the glans and felt him shudder. With my other hand I cupped his testicles and gently squeezed and stroked them. I felt them wriggle slightly in his hot scrotal sac.

The Warden's hand had moved down my blouse and he was absently caressing the front of my skirt, his fingers sliding across my tight waist. I eased forward slightly so that I could caress his neck, softly kissing his tanned skin and moving my lips feather-soft along his jaw-line.

"You may kiss me now," he whispered and I moved my lips over his chin, rasping over his whiskers until I found the corner of mouth.

I kissed him there sweetly and then placed my lips on his and softly kissed him as my hand slowly squeezed his hardening cock. I could taste my lipstick and the fresh mint of his mouthwash and I wondered if I should be so bold as to put my tongue in his mouth.

I didn't need to wander because the Warden placed his hands on my shoulder and pulled my body hard against his and snaked his tongue inside my mouth. I responded by rubbing my body against him, tottering on my heels as I returned his kiss and entwined my tongue with his. His penis was now fully erect and pulsing slowly in my hand. I kissed him harder and pushed my upper body against his had chest and squeezed his cock slowly in rhythm with our kisses.

The Warden pushed me firmly back from him so that I stood there fully clothed masturbating his long slim member. He held me there for a minute or two gently rocking back and forth in time with my strokes.

"Suckle me now," he commanded in that gravelly voice.

I acknowledged by dropping to my knees before him; his penis standing straight out from his body was at my eye-level. I stroked it a few times and then gently grasped it bought it to my face. I looked up so that the Warden could see his erect member in my painted finger-nailed hand being massaged slowly along my rouged cheek; my dark, heavily mascaraed eyes looking up into his; my ruby red lipsticked lips only millimetres from his erection.

The Warden groaned and pushed his groin into my face. I manipulated his cock against my soft cheek feeling it engorge further and then I bought it to my lips. I kissed the glans and let the tip of my tongue slip out and lick a small drop of clear pre-seminal fluid from the tip of his glans. I could feel my own member straining against my nylon panties but I was too busy concentrating on the task in hand to pay too much attention to my own state of arousal. If I had tricked myself into enjoying this subjugation well the easier it was too deal with.

I let my tongue snake out and lick the Warden's sleek had shaft and then flick over the spongy mass of his glans. His penis shined in the dim light of the cell as my saliva mixed with his secretions and coated his smooth shaft and glossy knob. The veins in his member engorged and bulged purple-blue under the translucent skin of his erection. He stood this treatment for about three minutes.

"Fellate me now," he ordered and I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his long thin member as I could fit in my mouth without gagging.

He sighed as I clasped my plumb-red lipsticked lips over his shaft and slavered at his knob with my tongue. Then I sucked his cock. I slowly worked my mouth up and down the Warden's cock, stopping briefly when his glans were in my lips so that I could lick the spongy head of his penis with my wet tongue. My own cock was now throbbing in my panties and I guessed that if I stroked it a couple of times I would climax. I was really getting into pleasing the warden and it was exciting me more than I would have thought possible given my current circumstances.

I moved my head up and down the shaft that Warden had presented to me to fellate. I sucked and licked and hummed on the tumescent manhood, swallowing saliva and the pre-seminal secretions that oozed from the eye of his cock. The Warden placed his hands on my head and held me still and began to fuck my face.

He humped his groin forward and back and timed my breathing to accept his manhood deep in my mouth without gagging. I clamped my lips over his shaft and pushed up with tongue so that he had a tight, hot, wet tunnel to drive his cock into. He picked up the pace and I had to time my breathing with the increased rhythm of his face-fucking. Suddenly he pushed my face away; he was gasping and his cock stood out from his body throbbing, bouncing up and down. It looked ready to explode. I reached for it, wanting to put it back in my mouth and complete the job and bring him off in my mouth.

The Warden slapped my hand away.

"No! You don't get away with it that easy!"

"Lie across the cot and put your legs in the air," he commanded.

"Hike up your skirt too!"

I nervously sat on the edge of the cot and pulled up my skirt exposing my stocking-tops, black satin slip and black nylon panties. I lay back, my head resting on the rough brick wall and lifted my legs. The warden knelt between my parted thighs his cock sticking out like a missile ready to launch.

"Wrap your slip around my cock!" he ordered and pushed himself up so that his cock hovered over my groin.

I placed the hem of my satin slip over his cock, my ruby-red nail polish contrasting magnificently against the black satin material of my slip, and wanked the warden's satin encased penis. He groaned and wriggled and could only take the heightened sensation of the satin of my slips against the sensitive nerves in his cock for few minutes. The black satin around the eye of his cock became wet with pre-seminal fluid.

He pushed my hand away and gripped my calves, pulling my bottom right to the edge of the cot. He pushed forward and rubbed his cock on my panty crotch for a minute or so and I could feel his hard hot member through the nylon and a shudder of pleasure ran through me.

"Pull the gusset of you panties to one side," he ordered.

I reached down around my thigh and pulled my panty gusset aside exposing my tight anal bud. I felt the warden reposition himself and then felt the tip of his member nestle against my sphincter.

He pushed forward slowly and his thin hard cock slipped inside my sphincter with a minimum resistance, and then slid all the way inside me. I was expecting the invasion and relaxed my anus, his cock was lubricated with my saliva and his pre-come and because it was long and thin it slid easily inside me with the smallest amount of discomfort.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, you meddling whore," he growled and began to thrust in and out of my back passage.

I reached out to hang on to his shoulders and raised my buttocks up to meet his thrusts and kicked my legs out of his grip and raked my stockinged legs along his sides and then crossed my high heels behind him and pulled him deeper inside me. The Warden responded by leaning down and slavering kisses on me, his lips crushing mine and his tongue lashing and probing at my mouth.

We were crushed together in a tangle of limbs, his naked body on top of mine fully clothed; my skirt was hiked up around my waist and legs spread wantonly, wrapped around his body holding him against me as I bucked beneath him. My navy blue suit and black lingerie contrasted starkly against his white skin.

The Warden put his hands on my thighs and stroked my stockings, running his hands up and down the diaphanous sleek nylon and sending sparks of sexual ecstasy through my body. As his body pounded against mine my nylon panties rubbed against my now fully erect member and added to my bliss. I kissed the Warden back and drove my tongue into his mouth and then sucked his tongue into mine.

The Warden moved his hands under my nylon pantied buttocks and held my arse in his hands and slammed his cock in and out of me. My back passage was convulsing with pleasure as his cock rubbed up against my postrate gland and my cock was leaking clear slippery fluid in reaction to the manipulation of the sensitive organ. I pushed up hard against the warden to get as much of his cock inside as I could as I felt my orgasm approach.

The Warden stiffened and then spasmed, his tongue driving past my lips and deep inside me oscillating around my mouth in a frenzy. He clenched his fingers into my soft buttocks, tearing the flimsy nylon of my panties and jack-hammered his cock in and out of my anal passage as he emptied stream after hot stream of his spend deep inside my convulsing body.

My own cock shuddered and exploded as the Wardens cock slammed against my postrate and stimulated the sensitive nerves in my anus. The feel of his hot seed flooding my back passage, his steely grip on my buttocks and his tongue throbbing in my mouth triggered my climax and a hot pool of semen flooded my front panty panel.

I rubbed my stocking legs along the Warden's sides and drummed my high heels on his back as I pushed up to meet the thrusts of his groin, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my buttocks as he pulled me up against him. I felt a trickle of hot semen seep from my sphincter and run down the crevice in my buttocks and then soak my rear panty panel. The trickle turned into a small flood, as my anus was unable to contain the inundation of the Warden's warm sticky emissions.

We both slowly came down from our climaxes, groaning and gasping for breath. After a minute the Warden pushed me away and I fell on the cot exhausted. He walked over to my sink and splashed some water on his face.

"Get up," he said to me suddenly.

I complied, getting up and pulling down my slip and skirt feeling the Wardens sperm oozing from my passage and a small rivulet ran down my thigh to soak into my stocking top. My panties were soaked with my own issue, the front panel and crotch of my nylon panties drenched and permeating into the material of my skirt.

I stood on trembling knees, arranging my clothing and teasing out my hair. I clattered over to the Warden when he wagged his finger at me.

"Clean my member," he ordered and I started to go down on my knees when he growled.

"With your towel you dumb cunt!" he sighed.

I reddened with embarrassment and took my washcloth, soaked it in warm soapy water and washed the Warden's groin. I towelled him dry and stood back.

"Dress me now," he instructed and I helped him back into his suit.

He combed his hair in my mirror and then pointed to my cot. I sat down as ordered and looked up at him; a painted whore in a come-stained business suit.

"I told you I don't like transvestites and you haven't changed my mind."

"You're typical of your kind; beings with no moral fortitude or reticence. The slightest provocation causes you to behave like a wanton trollop."

"The pleasure I get from this, besides my carnal gratification, is the knowing the deep remorse you will most certainly feel from this encounter once the reality of your situation settles on you."

"That thug Steve has told me of the retribution he has paid out on you and your sister. I do not favour his methods; but in your case I sanction his actions because you deserve the punishment he bestows on you," the Warden gloated.

"I leave you with those thoughts," he finished as the lock rattled on my cell door.

He tore the masking tape off the peephole and flung it on the floor of my cell.

As he walked out he sniggered evilly,

"Enjoy your visit this afternoon. I'm sure you and your sister have a lot to talk about.

  

To be continued.............

  

  

  

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