Message-ID: <40048asstr$1040721005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021224061749.73410.qmail@web20804.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 22:17:49 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Jail X-Original-Subject: STORY - Jail Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 04:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "jail.txt" begin> WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL. This story contains sex between two women in prison, including some elements of non-consenual sex. This story is a slightly embellished account of a true experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I am always looking for more true experiences from others to write about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and trib. In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful, erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 -------------------------------------------------------------------- "THE WAY THINGS ARE (JAIL)" by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F NC JAIL TRIB 1st "Three months"... I was in shock - those two words kept replaying in my head. The judge had given me three months in the county jail for writing bad checks. I had recently lost one of my two jobs and just couldn't make ends meet. But this was my third offence and this time it seemed the judge wanted to make his point. The judge ordered the bailiff to take me into custody. I had driven myself to court - what was I supposed to do about my car - about my job, my cat. The gravity of the situation started to hit me as they transported me to the city police station. It was there that they booked me; taking my finger prints, confiscating all my possessions and jewelry, then they made me remove all my clothes and wear a denim jump suit. They put me a holding cell - I was by myself. I thought how I had really screwed up this time as I cried myself to sleep. I was awakened about midnight - in a daze, it took me a second to remember where I was. They brought in another woman. She was really pissed off and cursing everyone around. She was wasted out of her mind. It took her about an hour to finally shut up and pass out. I tried to sleep but it became a real hot spot there. They must have brought in 6 other girls for anything from drunk and disorderly to DUI to prostitution. They came in at 6 AM and proceeded to shackle me up - my hands were handcuffed as well as my ankles and then they ran a chain around my waist that connected to my hand cuffs and ankle cuffs. This was ridiculous - I wasn't some violent criminal - I wrote a few rubber checks. All the drunks were going home, but they put me on a van. It was a two hour drive to the state prison. There were three other new arrivals already there. They brought us into a large room with a table and three female guards. We were ordered to strip which was humiliating as we all had to do this together in front of them. One guard walked over holding a what looked like a garden sprayer. She proceeded to spray us down from head to toe with an awful smelling liquid. They told us it was delousing - they didn't want us bringing anything into the prison. The next step was even more humiliating, they did a rectal and vaginal cavity search checking for drugs. We went through an orientation for the next two hours, telling us how things worked and all the rules. Then they separated us and we were brought to different cell blocks. The walk was horrifying - all these whistles and cackling sounds were coming from women in cells watching me walk by. Fear started to set in. What would happen to me. I couldn't possibly defend myself against those violent women. As we turned the corner the guard informed me that was the maximum security block - murderers and violent inmates. I was relieved to learn that I would be in a minimum security cell block. They opened a large steel door and I entered the general population for the first time. There were about 30 women, about 6 or 7 of them couldn't have been more than 19 or 20 years old, the rest seemed closer to my age, about 25 to 35 yrs. They all stared at me as I entered the common area. To my relief, none of them looked as rough or violent as the women on the maximum security block. The guard directed me to what was to be my home for then next 90 days. A 10' x 12' grey cinder block cubicle with two cots, one against each wall, a stainless steel toilet affixed to the wall, with no privacy whatsoever, and a steel sink on the opposite wall. I put my stuff on my cot - all my possessions in the world - a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, a towel, two sheets, and a blanket. I just laid down on my cot, not wanting to go out into the common area. The alarm went off for lock down. And everyone started heading to their cells. A blonde woman entered my cell and closed the steel door - there were no bars, just a small 6" x 6" window in it. She walked over and stood silently next my cot. She looked to be a few years younger than me, maybe about 24, and stood at least 4 inches taller. Feeling awkward I finally said "Hi". She paused and said back, "what are you in for?" "check fraud", I replied. "I got caught with my boyfriend's cocaine stash", was her response. "I'm Susan", I told her. She said her name was Julie. We talked for a while and after an hour, lock down was over. The doors opened and everyone went back into the common area. I went with Julie. and met a few of the girls. I got sick of playing cards and watching TV and fortunately the first day was just about over. It was so monotonous - how was I ever going to survive three months in here I wondered. I became depressed. I headed off to shower before I went to bed. There were no shower curtains, just some side walls that separated one shower from the next. I was rinsing my hair and turned around and was startled by a woman standing right in front of me. She looked me up and down. I became scared - this was my worst fear. She finally said to me "how about a kiss?" and stepped closer to me. I was terrified, my heart was racing. "I don't want any trouble", was all my shaky voice could manage to get out. She grabbed me by the shoulders and said "come on", as she brought her face to within inches of mine. Just then Julie walked up behind this woman, grabbed her by the arm pulling her away from me and yelled "leave her alone"! The woman stormed off, looking back at me and giving me this creepy look as she went. I told Julie, "thank you thank you", as I began to whimper. She just walked to the shower next me without saying a thing. I slept well that night. They woke us up at 6 AM and I got up to pee. As started to pee, Julie came over and stood there right in front of me. This was so embarrassing, to have to pee right in front of her. Especially since I had to drop my whole jump suit to my ankles to sit on the toilet. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I learned the name of the woman that tried to assault me - it was Gina. She was in there for a long time and had raped several girls over the past couple of years. Fortunately she kept her distance the entire day. Still, I was fearful of my next trip to the showers. In fact, I avoided taking one that second night because I was afraid - I went straight to bed. I had trouble sleeping and just lay awake for a few hours that second night. I was still struggling with my fate for the next 89 days. I began to hear some noises. It was coming from across my cell. There are no lights or windows anywhere so it was pitch black. At first I though it was Julie rolling over on her cot, but the sound continued. Then I realized that Julie was masturbating. She started picking up the pace and her cot was really squeaking, then she began to moan and I could tell she was cuming. Suddenly the cot noises stopped and I could just hear her panting. I became very uncomfortable and trying to put the whole event out of my mind, I finally drifted off to sleep. The days were miserable. Boring can't begin to describe it. I thought that I would go insane before my time was up. I came to hate daytime TV, and never wanted to see another deck of cards again. I had become friends with a few of the girls (except for Gina, of course). Even Julie and I became friends despite the fact that we had absolutely nothing in common. Julie kind of watched out for me and the other girls seemed to respect her - even Gina. Far too many of the conversations revolved around sex - which seemed stupid considering the circumstances of all of us. That night I woke up to pee. I heard what sounded like screaming. I thought someone was getting beaten and became frightened. But it lasted a while and the sounds didn't seem like cries for help. Then I thought that it was probably one of the girls beating her bush like Julie did. But I heard the voice cry out a name and the repulsive reality set in that it must be two girls doing each other. I was grossed-out that this really went on in here. I hated more than ever the fact that I was a prisoner in this place as I fell back asleep. It had been a week. One down - twelve to go. That seemed like a milestone. I began to think that I might actually be able to get through this. This was the day we got to go out into the prison yard. Finally I could do something interesting. I ran my 5 miles around the yard and later joined in on a basketball game. This was actually some fun. After diner, I headed off to the showers, which I desperately needed after the day's physical exertion. I must have been in there 20 minutes when I heard Julie say "hurry up would you" in a stern tone. I turned around and there was Julie standing there. I felt a little weird - both of us naked like that. I told her "sorry" and quickly rinsed off and left the shower. As I left, she stepped in and I accidentally brushed up against her, my left breast glancing off her left arm, causing me to become a little self conscious. I was beat from the days physical activity and crashed on my cot and was out in no time - even before lockup. I remember having an erotic dream. I was getting sexually aroused. I woke up and to my horror, there was Julie sitting on my cot fondling my breast through my prison jump suit. I yelled at her "no" and pushed her hand away. Her hand moved away easily but it returned a second later and this time she reached into my jump suit above the top snap and grabbed my bare breast. I again reached for her hand but she was not going to budge this time. I started to again yell "no" but was cut off as she mashed her mouth down on mine. I could feel her tongue force it's way into my mouth. My screams of opposition were muffled, unintelligible utterances. She was groping me hard and was too strong for me fight off. The snaps of my jump suit had become undone in the struggle, all the way down below my belly, causing my bare breasts to protrude out from under the denim. She was squeezing my whole breast and then pinching my nipple. I began to cry. I felt so violated. Finally she released my mouth from hers and pulled her hand out of my top. She paused and looked at me. I thought she had conceded to my opposition, but then she brought her hand down to my crotch and cupped my mound. I grabbed her wrist but was not strong enough to move her. She began rubbing my pussy through the denim. Unable to fight her off, I looked Julie in the eyes and begged "please stop". She glanced down to my exposed breasts and then back up to my eyes. In a sympathetic voice she replied, "This is just the way things are in here". In one smooth motion, she released my mound, brought her hand up and slipped it into the open front of my jump suit and down inside my panties. A groan escaped me as I felt her hand touch my bare pussy - it was both a groan of sexual tension out of reflex and also a groan of emotional disgust. "Please don't do this", I pleaded, tears beginning to run down my face. Almost as if to comfort me, Julie replied, "Look, if it's not today, it will be tomorrow - and if it's not me, it will be someone else". My mind rejected this, but my body seemed to acknowledge the reality of what she had said. The pressure of my hand resisting hers had ceased. Sensing the lack of resistance, Julie pressed her hand into me and I felt her fingers sink into my vagina. A threshold had now been crossed. Her violation of me had escalated, yet there was no denying the involuntary sexual pleasure this was causing. I was still repulsed by what Julie was doing to me, yet I also realized that this was inevitable. I closed my eyes as if in defeat. Julie lowered her head and took my left nipple into her mouth. She began to suckle me like a starving baby - hungrily milking me. She kissed and suckled my whole breast, sliding her mouth all over my smooth flesh, pausing at the sensitive under slopes before moving back up and again engulfing my nipple. Maybe it was just the result of my growing passiveness, but Julie's attack now seemed less aggressive and more sensual than it had originally begun. My mind wanted no part of what was happening, but my body was responding on its own. I became like a third party, witnessing the actions of two other women. As Julie slid her fingers in and out of my pussy, I could feel and even smell my own wetness. She worked four fingers in and out of me. Then her thumb found my clit which she purposefully rubbed on each subsequent down stroke. I was so far gone now, it didn't matter that it was another woman that was doing this to me, or even that I was being raped. I wanted... or at least needed release. Involuntarily, I began moving my hips, pressing up against Julie's hand as she pistoned in and out of me. Then she brought her thumb into her palm and drove hard into me. I felt a sharp pain and cried out. Jerking my head up, my breast ripped free from Julie's mouth. I looked down as Julie pushed, and watched in disbelief as her whole hand disappeared into my vagina. As quickly as it had come, the pain was gone - there was now just a feeling of fullness within my womb. The sight of my labia stretched around Julie's wrist was humiliating, somewhat grotesque and erotic all at the same time. She began to piston her arm in and out of me. I could just make out the base of her hand as she drew back and then she would sink back into me to within a few inches of her elbow. I could feel her fingers press against my cervix. She continued her pumping as she eventually brought me over the edge. I started to orgasm - Julie curled her fingers into a fist within me and began to fuck me violently. I started screaming as I came and Julie took my whole breast into her mouth. She repeatedly drew her fist out to the point of stretching my vulva wide and then would bury it as deep in me as it would go, my vagina accepting most of the length of her forearm. The sensation was like nothing else I had ever felt. Never before had I cum so hard. The aftershocks of my orgasm continued for several minutes while Julie continued to suckle me and move her her now relaxed hand around inside my vagina. I could feel her hand exploring every inch of my womanhood. Eventually she pulled out of me and I couldn't believe how soaked her arm and hand were. She was literally dripping with my juices. Julie brought her soaked hand up to my breast and spread my own liquid all over my breasts as she softly fondled me. Having achieved release, I was even more disgusted now as I watched her manipulate my nipples and replayed in my head what had just transpired. Then Julie pressed her lips to mine - not invasively this time. She was gentle and for some unknown reason I didn't resist. Instead, I instinctively parted my lips slightly and, as a woman's tongue entered my mouth for the second time, I found myself moving my own tongue to meet hers. Julie kissed me for a long while as she continued to massage my breasts. Then I felt her hand back between my legs. Out of reflex, my legs parted slightly and Julie began to rub my pussy. She wasn't penetrating me, she just pressed her palm flat against my vulva and moved up and down. I could feel her finger begin to spread me open like a flower as her digit worked its way between my labia, rubbing over my clitoris on each upstroke. My juices began to flow again and I began to hear an audible sloshing sound as her hand worked my leaking vagina. Suddenly, Julie stopped kissing me and released my pussy. A part of me was almost disappointed that this was ending, but my senses came back to me and I felt relieved that this assault was over. Julie began to walk away along the side of the cot. In an instant, fear and anxiety gripped me again as Julie grabbed my thighs and forced her head between my legs. This rape was not over yet. I screamed "No" just before I felt Julie's mouth clamp onto my vulva. She sucked hard and I could feel my labia slip into her mouth where she gently scraped them with her teeth. I reached down and grabbed her head to pull her away but her grip was too tight. Her tongue found my clit and in a few seconds I was on my way up to that peak once again. Julie pulled me hard against her mouth, releasing my clit and forcing her tongue deep into my vagina. I could feel her penetrating me and my grip on her head changed from pushing her away to pulling her head hard between my legs. I came hard again and could feel my cum express into her hungry mouth. Julie drank all I had to offer. Finally she released me, got up, leaned over and kissed me before going to her cot. I could taste the flavor of my own cum left behind by her lips on mine. Now it was finished. The next day Julie and I didn't talk about what had happened the previous night. But I now had a fear of this girl who had once been my protector. I feared what tonight might hold. To my relief nothing happened the next three nights. I was not to be so fortunate the fourth night. I was again awakened by Julie who had already managed to get my jump suit completely unsnapped. She was mouthing my nipples and then began kissing her way down my belly. Due to the remaining shred of pride and sense of decency I still managed to possess, I felt obligated to resist her - which was futile against Julie's strength. She didn't waste too much time this night and quickly found my wet slit with her mouth. She engulfed my clitoris and brought me to a quick orgasm. As I came she opened her mouth wide and took my whole vulva into her mouth. She kept lapping at me, drinking me down as I came in her mouth. Then she went right back to her bed. I thought the one consolation was that at least this time it was quick. The next week and a half would replay the same events, except they were occurring with more frequency. It was as if Julie was thirsty for my juices. It got to the point where Julie didn't wait until I was asleep to rape me (it was still rape, there was just no point to my fighting). Friday night she came over to me just before lights out. I knew what she wanted. I turned my head to the side, facing the wall, not giving permission, but simply acknowledging what was about to occur. Julie began to unsnap my jump suit. It was slower this time, and she took time to caress my breasts as she went. She began to suckle my breasts as her hand found my vulva. My body had become accustomed to Julie's actions and my vagina was already soaked when she slid her first finger inside me. It didn't take long for her to work her entire hand inside and she began to fist me. She released my nipple from her mouth and slid herself down until her face was between my legs. Still fisting me, Julie went down on me and began to lick the top of my slit. The sensation was too much to bear as she worked my clit inside her mouth while her fist filled my vagina. I came hard and could feel my juices begin to seep out and dribble down the crack of my ass. Finally, Julie pulled out of me and I rolled onto my side in repulsion. A few moments later I felt Julie on my cot. I knew she wasn't yet finished with me. I felt her scooch up against me in a spoon position. My heart raced as I realized I didn't feel her denim jump suit but only her bare skin. I attempted to roll further away - I was now laying on my stomach. I felt Julie's hand on my ass, massaging my cheeks and occasionally sliding her hand down between my legs where I could still feel the wetness of my own cum that had leaked from me. She would slide her finger between my labia and draw out some more of my liquid and drag her finger back up my crack, wetting between my ass cheeks. Occasionally, she would pause at my rear entrance and just rub it gently. I wasn't ready for this I thought to myself. I was relieved when she moved her finger away completely. After this pause, she shifted her weight and I felt her kissing my ass cheeks. She pulled my globes apart and I felt her tongue in my crack. She was repeating the previous actions of her finger, only using her tongue this time. She began to work my ass hole with her tongue and she let out a deep sigh. Still licking at my rear opening, she slid two fingers deep into my vagina. The sensation on my ass hole was so intense, I was close to cuming again. Julie must have sensed this because suddenly she stopped. She ordered me to roll over in a commanding voice and I complied. She pushed my legs apart and planted several kisses on my inner thighs. Again Julie took my vulva into her mouth. I was so close to cuming. But Julie had other plans. She moved up over me - a part of me was disappointed - the part that needed release. Julie lowered herself onto me, taking my left nipple into her mouth. Then she rested all of her weight on me and I felt her press between my legs. I could feel her pubic mound pressing into my belly - I felt no hair, just skin, and some dampness. She suckled my breast and gyrated her hips against me. Then she slid down a little and I felt her pubic bone press against mine. Our pussies touched for the first time. Julie slid up and down against me - her vulva pressing against mine, flattening my labia and forcing them open. I could feel her hardened clit rubbing my slit, seeking entrance into me. She continued this faux fucking, each stroke causing her clit to slide a bit deeper between my labia. She pulled her mouth from my engorged nipple and lifted her shoulders up off me - this forced more of her weight down onto my pussy and I felt her clit slide into my vagina. She began to fuck me faster now. I felt the beginnings of another orgasm. Julie mashed hard against me, moving up slightly and her clit found mine as they collided together. She kept this contact, rubbing clit to clit until I could take no more. The pleasure was more intense than I had ever known. I screamed out "Ohhh... Fuck Me" as I came on her pussy. I embraced Julie as my my body spasmed and my vagina continued to convulse. I felt tears leak from my eyes and run down my face. What had she done to me. She never spoke to me. Julie just kept rubbing her vulva against mine. The only sound was a pronounced squishing as our fluids intermingled and our labia mashed together. Finally Julie lifted herself off of me and she stared down for a moment. Then she scooted up and pressed her knees on my upper arms, pinning them. In a very matter-of-fact voice she said, "Lick me". Before I could protest, she pressed her pussy down onto my face. The nightmare got worse. Her fragrance was potent - she smelled of raw sex. She ground her pussy all over my face. Too repulsed to do what was expected of me, I just lay there letting her grind against me. Julie took hold of my hair and giving it a firm tug, again ordered, "Lick me". This time there was anger in her voice. Resigned to my fate, I tentatively extended my tongue. I could taste my own cum intermingled with Julie's, as my tongue touched her vulva. Being inexperienced, my tongue made simple up and down motions. Julie pressed herself down harder and forced my tongue between her engorged labia. She rode me like that using my mouth and tongue as she might use a dildo. After several minutes, she moved down slightly causing her clit to contact my tongue. "That's it" she yelled. I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit hoping to get this over with. Julie finally let out a loud groan and I felt her cum actually spurt into my mouth as she came. She was so wet and her juices seemed to fill my mouth - I had to swallow to avoid gaging. Twice more she filled my mouth with her liquid. Finally she was spent - I had swallowed all of her. She lifted off me and went to her cot. I just lay there - my face soaked from Julie's orgasm - the powerful taste of her vagina still in my mouth. "This is just way things are in here", I thought to myself. -THE END- by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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