Chapter 5 finds Tony handcuffed to a prison bunk by the prison commander after being discovered in a woman's correctional institute.
Chapter 5
“What are you doing?” I asked, now worried that she was going to beat me where I stood.
But the guard started unbuttoning her shirt and explained, “Having lunch.” and unbuckled her utility belt, “My way.” and tossed it out of the cell.
Hopefully, she wasn’t planning on eating me alive but I lost all caring when I saw her black bra appear. Next, patent leather shoes flew out into the hallway and I swear, the sound of her zipper echoed off the stone walls. Shrugging her shirt off, she flipped it into the hallway using her baton.
“Ok, this is going to be epic.” I declared and received a sharp sting from the baton on my thigh for the remark.
“Don’t talk, just obey.” she reprimanded, and emptied the contents of her pants onto the top bunk. Stepping back, she wiggled out of the pants.
Matching thong panties and knee-high stockings were left for me to lust over as the pants flew out to meet the apparel in the hall. I had never personally seen a girl with a six-pack before, and the hourglass shape of such a fit body seemed almost God-like. With no control over myself, my free hand raised to touch the breasts before me. But the stern look stopped me, and I swallowed the lump in my throat as I lowered my hand.
I thought she had taken me up on the offer since the warden didn’t seem interested in it, but I didn’t have the courage to ask without permission to speak. That thought dissipated as she cupped a globe and tucked the bra under it.
“Lick it.” she commanded, pointing it at me.
Mesmerized by the nipple, no longer restrained and as it beaded up before me, I anxiously went after it with my mouth. The handcuffs stopped me shy of the target and I gave it a tug to get more length out of it. She leaned closer towards my gaping mouth and wagging tongue, stopping just shy of letting it touch.
Torture, that’s what it was. She was just teasing me with it. Aggravation sat in and I yanked on the cuffs trying to pull the bed away from the wall. Unyielding, I gave up and tried again to get to my target, wagging my tongue at the tip.
She moved closer and my tongue hit the mark and then it entered my mouth. I sucked it in, feeling its hardness as I raked my tongue over it. But she struck me on my ass causing me to lose my suction and rub the sudden pain away.
“I said lick.” she scolded, watching my frustration peak.
I huffed and puffed, clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to vent. But she cupped the other breast and tucked the bra under it. I didn’t want to give her the pleasure of seeing me pant for it, but I had to when I watched the nub tighten up.
Again, she offered it to me and yet again, it was just out of reach. Slowly, she leaned forward and approached my mouth. Catching myself, I stopped my slobbering and just licked the bud.
“Good boy.” she cooed, taking the nipple away. She glanced at my sex and said, “Get it up.” poking it with her rod.
I looked down at my half-erect stance, realizing that her teasing had turned me on but, the swatting turned me off just as much. Not knowing what she wanted me to do about it, I just stood there looking at it.
“Come on, work on it;” she urged, tapping on my shaft with her weapon, “I want it hard.”
Reluctantly, I lowered my hand and grabbed myself. I looked her in the eyes as I started to stroke it. Her officer cap sporting the correctional institute’s logo cast a shadow over her face leaving her red lips in the light. Looking for motivation, I lowered my eyes to her breasts, crushed together by the bra, sporting the two hard nipples pointing at me.
She took her eyes off of my work and followed my gaze to her chest. “Like what you see?” she asked and followed her words with a strike at my thigh.
That jolted me out of my fixation on her nipples, and I stopped my masturbation.
“Just have to have something to get off on?” she asked and watched me nod in agreement.
Her free hand dove into her panties and I watched her work it in a circle. Pulling her hand out, she brought it up to my face with the middle finger extended. Her opposite hand brought the rod up and she pressed it under my chin, keeping my mouth closed. I could smell her scent as the glistening, wet, finger approached.
Slowly, she wiped it under my nose and then over my lips. Tilting her head to the side, as if daring me to make a move, she said, “Now, stick out your tongue.” emphasizing the word “stick”.
My tongue protruded out of my mouth and she stopped me where it was. Not trusting me, she wiped her finger over it. I couldn’t resist. Whether it was ego or spitefulness, or that I wasn’t going to be treated like a puppet, I plunged her finger into my mouth and sucked.
Her reaction was immediate. First, her finger was jerked out of my mouth. The same hand slapped my face. The rod left my chin and struck my manhood with one swipe, causing it to whip back up and slap my belly. The hand that slapped me clutched my balls and she applied pressure, causing me to bend over.
The thought, ‘Careful what you wish for.’ crossed my mind as shooting pain forced me to plead, “I’m sorry!” repeatedly. The fantasy I had of Jones beating my ass wasn’t as exciting as I’d anticipated feeling the pressure applied to my testicles.
She let go of my sack and I turned my back to her, cupping my balls and taking a knee. But the punishment wasn’t over as the rod laid a stripe across my ass. Instinct made me take my hand off of my achy balls and cover my backside.
“Move you hand!” she demanded, pressing a stocking-clad foot against my back.
I was forced to bend over the bottom bunk and I moved my hand to adjust myself on the musty-smelling mattress. Her foot quickly stepped on my forearm and she struck me three more times across my ass. The punishment was harsh for just sucking on a finger and I was glad I didn’t bite it. I wondered if Fitz would have been easier on me.
But the weapon wedged between my crack and she stroked it up and down, forcing it in deeper. I licked my lips, tasting her sex, as she stroked the rod over my anus repeatedly. I took it to be a threat even if it did stimulate me. And then, the rod left me only to be used to strike me right in the crack, causing my hole to tighten up.
“You will do…” she hissed, plunging the rod back in my crack, “Exactly, what I say.” and poked my balls with the tip.
Thinking I had better play her game her way, I relented with an, “Ok.”
But that wasn’t good enough for the dominate vixen. She yanked the weapon out and struck my cheek, saying, “That’ll be a ‘Yes ma’am to you.”
Her demands were getting ridiculous and I just laid there feeling the burn on my ass. But I felt more pain as she struck the other ass cheek to match it.
“Say it!” she hissed, and poked the baton at my hole, “Say it or I’ll shove this up your ass.” and added pressure, forcing my cheeks apart.
I clenched my teeth along with my anus and fought her intrusion as long as I could. But she had the upper hand with her foot on my shoulder and her makeshift dildo on my hole. Leaning in on me and applying more pressure, she waited until I could hold back no longer, and felt the round bulb enter my canal.
It went in dry and stretched my ring around it. I couldn’t stop it now with it already past the barrier. I felt another inch enter my exit and I submitted with, “Yes ma’am, yes ma’am!”
She eased up a little and I thought I was out of trouble. But she did just the opposite and said, “Oh, it’s too late now.” and plunged it a little further in, adding “Take it like a man.” and let go of the handle and patting the end.
I moaned at her cruelty and relaxed my muscles trying to let the metal shaft fall out on its own. But she shoved herself off of me and smirked, “That looks good.” and grabbed the handle, “Let me adjust it for you.” and released the trigger. The telescopic rod collapsed and I felt the tubes gather around my ring. Twisting it left and right, she said, “Make sure that doesn’t come out, ok?” pulling and shoving on it.
A tear came to my eye as the humility of her intrusion washed over me. I came here expecting to be the aggressor in a world of easy pickings. But I was the victim once again with a cold metal pole left in my ass.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing me sulk, “You don’t like it?” and patted my ass, “Come on, you’d do it to me if you could.”
I nodded in agreement thinking more so now than ever. But it brought home the reality that whatever my perversions might be, it would not have the same effect on the one receiving them. I comforted myself in believing that her aggression increased her lust and I suffered to please her.
“Now, get on your knees.” she commanded, moving out of the way.
“Yes ma’am.” I replied and did what I was told.
The bar for a tail hit the floor and I hovered on my knees to keep it off of the ground.
“Sit back.”” she coaxed, placing a foot on my shoulder.
The view of her sex pressing against her panties took my mind off of my backside. The metal scraped on the concrete and she moved her foot off of my shoulder, placing it on the bunk behind me.
“Now, I want tongue.” she instructed and pulled her panties to the side.
Her gash was soaked and literally drooled over me. My suffering had brought her to the edge of climax, and I suspected it wouldn’t take much to get her over. I stuck out my tongue and awaited her approach.
She brought it closer and stopped. I looked up to her eyes and received a slap across my face. “You heard me; tongue it good.” and continued to feed me her sex.
Pubic hair brushed my nose and I took a long swipe of her slit with my tongue and stopped. She hadn’t broken me yet and this act would let her know it.
“Not good enough!” she chastised and grabbed two handfuls of my hair.
With purpose, she shoved my head in it and grinded. I held steadfast and refused her my tongue. Frustrated she threw my head back and picked up her foot off of the bed.
“You’re going to tongue it whether you like it or not.” she vowed and brought her leg down on my shoulder.
Letting her weight bear on me, I felt my asshole engulf more of her baton as it stretched around larger and larger metal rings. I don't know how much of it was in me, but it was enough to make me aware that I couldn’t take it all. I relented by nodding and sticking my tongue out.
“That’s better.” she smirked and brought her lips to my mouth again.
I lapped it like a dog as she guided her clit to the tip. Her head tilted back as I brought her to climax, and she orgasmed in my mouth. She shuddered a little and wilted, smothering my face in her lips. Her weight caused me to slip a little further down the metal shaft behind me.
As I fought for air, panting on her sex, she released my hair. Backing off, she sat her foot down and sighed. “Ah, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” and bent down to bring her face close to mine.
I shook my head ‘no’ and she scraped her juices off of my chin. Shoving the wet finger between my lips, she wiped it off on my teeth and stood back up.
Looking at my crotch, she brought her foot over and stroked my swollen cock with the toes covered in nylon. “It turned you on too.” she noted, feeling my stiffness.
Bringing her foot on top of my shaft, she pressed it down like a brake pedal. “That, I can work with. Stand up.” she instructed, and let by cock slap my belly again.
I struggled trying to keep from sitting on the baton and forced myself up from the leg-numbing position. I leaned back against the cold rail of the top bunk and let the blood get back into my legs.
“Would you like me to suck your cock?” she asked, reaching out and grabbing it.
I nodded an aggressive ‘yes’ at her offer and my shaft twitched in anticipation in her hand.
“Ok, I’ll do that for you and you can return the favor.” she quipped, stroking my meat.
I nodded again in agreement and she squatted down in front of me. I caught my breath as she stroked it while getting closer. She looked up at me and licked the air seductively. Squeezing my shaft, she milked it up and a bead of pre-cum came out.
“Hmm, looks delicious.” she cooed, going back to her stroking. She watched me watching her and stuck out her tongue. She licked the drop off of the tip, sending signals from one head to the other.
“I could just eat this up!” she quipped, and licked lips. Opening her mouth wide, she brought it to the side of my shaft and bared her teeth. She gave me a split second of hesitation and then she nibbled up to the head.
I was scared. I thought there would be blood but she was gentle with it and the little sparks of pain only increased my lust. She sucked me in when she got to the tip and I instinctively started humping. A slap on my ass cheek was my punishment for taking advantage of her work.
“Stop it.” she ordered, and scraped her fingernails over the welts she had given me on my ass, “I’ll let you know when you can fuck.”
The pain calmed me down and she put me back in her mouth. She crammed my meat in and used her tongue on the backside as she pulled back out. She engulfed me again and this time, flashed her teeth. She backed off scraping her incisors over me.
The image looked sexy but the mild pain caused beads of sweat to form on my forehead. Another gulp on my cock and she used her lips on my shaft to pull out that time. My prayer was answered as she started bobbing up and down on my now red raging erection.
She reached behind me and grabbed her weapon. Shoving me forward and then back, it was my cue to start humping. I kept to her urgings and stroked in and out as she pushed and pulled the rod. But I got out of rhythm as my impending orgasm started. She was having none of it and stopped moving the baton.
Plopping me out of her mouth, she barked, “That’s enough!” and stood up.
She left me hanging there aching from both ends. I clinched my legs together even as my ass clenched the baton. But lack of friction prevented me from the orgasm.
“Now you get to return the favor.” she announced, and told me to, “Take a seat.” and pushed me back with her foot on my cock.
I plopped down on the bottom bunk dying from the lack of relief, landing on my side to keep the baton from going deeper. But my efforts weren’t completely successful as I couldn’t stop from taking a little more of the weapon as it embedded into the mattress. I knew then that the object was deeper and didn’t think I could take any more of it.
Unable to sit up all the way, I was left with the handcuffs stretching one arm while supporting my weight with the other.
“Now, I want you to lick.” she instructed, and turned around. Bending over, she pulled her thong out of her crack and pointed, “Right there.”
That was not what I’d expected the favor to be and a look of shock crossed my face.
Seeing me stare, she turned around and grabbed my hair, “Now.”” she insisted, and guided my head to her crack. “Tongue out.” she ordered, and wiggled her ass on my nose.
I gave her the favor and licked, feeling it pucker on my tongue. “That’s it.” she encouraged, “Fuck me with it.” and bounced my head on her ass.
I had no choice. Defying her now might bring her wrath and my own ass could be swallowing that baton. I stiffened my tongue and let it plunge into her bunghole, feeling her relax to let me in, hearing an, “Mm hum.”” from her.
Movement made me aware of her masturbation and she stopped grinding on my face and held me there, darting my tongue in and out.
She brought herself off while I reamed her backside and her juices mixed with my saliva on the floor. She caught herself from toppling over and placed her hands on her knees. She didn’t back away so I kept up the work, worried she would hold it against me. She savored the sensation for another minute and finally stood up.
Turning around, she smiled, saying, “That was awesome.” and studied my precarious position. “That’s right, you can’t sit up, can you?”
I shook my head, hoping she wouldn’t make me. I was numb from it and leaning at an uncomfortable angle had started a cramp in my leg.
“Get down on all fours.” she ordered, pointing at the floor.
With some effort, I managed to roll off of the cot, anticipating her reciprocation. Dropping down, I lined up on all three beside the bunk, one arm hanging by the handcuffs.
She grabbed something off of the top bunk and I hoped it was the keys to the cuffs. But a flash told me it was a camera phone capturing the image of the baton deeply rooted in my behind. “That is one sexy image.” she quipped and took another one.
Putting the phone back on the top bunk she squatted down beside me. I felt a hand rub over my ass cheeks, feeling the risen marks of her punishment. She grabbed my nipple with the other hand and chirped, “All mine to do anything I want.” and rolled the nub between her fingers.
The hand on my cheek grabbed the baton and I heard her spit on my ass. The saliva ran around the rod and she pulled it out just a little. The fingers on my nipple released and her hand trailed down my stomach to my shaft. I hoped she would stroke it a little and give me some relief. But her hand trailed further down and she grabbed my sack instead.
“I bet that’s full of cum by now.” she wagered, and massaged my aching balls.
It forced a moan out of me and the baton went back in. I couldn’t help but clench my cheeks, causing my shaft to twitch.
She pulled the rod back out a little further and added more saliva to it. I felt her rub it in and coat the weapon around my hole. I ached in every erogenous place, including the nipple she played with. But my mind was taken away from it all when she shoved the baton back in.
“You want to cum now?” she asked, bringing her hand from my balls to my shaft.
I nodded ‘yes’ like the good slave I was, hoping she wasn’t teasing me.
“Let’s see what I can do.” she sighed and started milking my shaft like milking a cow.
She pulled the baton out and then back in, slow fucking my ass with it. Her rhythm was timed so that she was stroking my shaft down while the baton went in and stroking up while the weapon was pulled out. She gained a better grip on both shafts and sped up her efforts.
“That’s right...”” she soothed, feeling her effects making me tense, “It feels good.” and increased her speed.
Clutching and clutching, I swooned from the sensation and worried about passing out. My balls swelled with cum and I ached to orgasm. The gorgeous guard did me a tremendous favor and pulled the baton all the way out.
“That’s it!” she cheered, “Cum like the horn dog you are!” and spanked my cheek with the rod.
My ass betrayed me and missed the intrusion. The hole was gaped open and no amount of clutching would close it. I fucked her fist as more punishment was administered and climaxed in her hand.
With her kneeling beside me, rooting me on, I came. With every strike on my backside, a stream of sperm spewed out. It was as if she was beating the cum out of me. The shots I’d fired were so strong, they streaked all the way to the bar door.
“Wow, you were loaded!” she exclaimed, and slowed down her stroking, “Is there any more?” and squeezed my shaft hard.
Whatever was left trickled off of the head and I watched it roll over her fingers. I wanted to collapse right there and the only thing stopping me was the puddle of cum I would be lying in.
She let go of me and brought her hand to my face. “Clean it off.” She ordered, bringing it to my lips.
I shook my head ‘no’ at her order and she brought up the weapon with the other hand.
“I’ll put this right back where it came from!” she threatened, and whipped it back to my ass.
Feeling it scrape over my gaping hole, I nodded ‘yes’ at her and she brought her fingers to my lips. Fighting an urge to gag, I got it over with, deep-throating three fingers and sucking.
It burned going down and she pulled her fingers out. “Good little doggy.” She cooed, and stood back up.
I stayed there catching my breath while she got the keys and unlocked the cuffs from my wrist and the bed. With a sigh of relief, I stood up, massaging my wrist. She grabbed her items off of the bunk and left the cell. Turning around, she grabbed the bars and pushed it close.
The metallic click announced that it locked and she let go and stepped back. I filled my eyes with her appearance, taking in the officer cap, breasts thrusting out of her bra, and the V-shaped panties. It might be the only time I would ever see that again and I was disappointed watching her tuck her breasts back in that bra.
I noticed something on the ceiling above her and pointed out, “You might be in trouble.”
Curiosity crossed her face and she asked, “Why”
“There’s a camera pointing at me.” I noted, nodding at the fixture above her.
“Oh, that’s on the old network.” She shrugged, grabbing her shirt off of the floor. Putting her arms in it, she explained, “It isn’t connected to the main security system.”
I grabbed the bars and stood there watching skin get covered up. When she finished, she straightened out her uniform. Looking at me, she keyed the microphone saying, “Officer Jones.”
The voice on the other end acknowledged her call and she said, “Officer Jones back on duty.” And turned to leave.
“Jones” I called, causing her to stop and turn, “Thanks.””
She came back to the cell door and grabbed my limp dick through the bars. Pulling me close, she said, “Thanks for lunch.” And licked my nose.
I watched her walk out of sight, twirling that baton of hers. Thinking back on the session, I rubbed my tender ass thinking, ‘It could have been worse.’ She could have made me lick off her weapon.’
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