Ten Days in Another Town
Day Two
When the first signs of morning drifted into the cell, I sluggishly awoke,
my body aching and sore, stinking in my own mess and with a raging hard-on.
I lifted my head and stared at the grey shadows the morning sun made from
the steel bars facing me. A hollow feeling lay in the depths of my stomach
as I wrestled with my state of mind. Deserted? Betrayed? I didn’t know what
but I knew that Verity had, somehow, become involved in this.
I was lost in an unknown land of cruel and heartless women. Fear was my
constant companion, control gone and facing an uncertain future with a
tortuous six months.
The monstrous thought, however, that weighed heavily upon my soul, was the
idea, the pressing thought, that I was forced to live like this for the next
six months. Under their control without defence and without dignity. A
hollow man, lost, in an evil world.
A jet of cold water jerked me back to reality. A thin reedy man held the
fire hose as it gushed its purifying water through the bars of my cage to
cleanse me of my nightly angst. With a disdainful shrug, he switched it off
and left, dragging the hose behind him as I shivered in the grey light,
listening to the sound of the water dripping into the drains. Thankfully,
the water removed my erection and I now drooped with a semblance of control.
A little later, Leonie leaned against the bars, smiling at me with a bowl of
something in her hand. "Hungry?" she teased and I nodded, licking my
crackled lips. "From now on, you call me Miss Purdy and CJ Miss Davidson.
Ok?" she said as she unlocked the cell door.
"Yes, Miss Purdy," I croaked, my body aching.
Smiling, she squatted in front of me and I smelt her perfume mixing with the
smell of hot milk and cereal. Her tight skirt gaped a little and I thought I
saw tan stocking tops and my cock surged into hardness.
Leonie saw it and smiled. "You trying to look up my skirt, boy?" she teased
and I blushed madly, not knowing what to say. She leaned close, her red lips
so, so very close and I trembled. "You are really horny, aren’t you?"
"Yes, Miss Purdy," I whispered.
"Bet you’d eat my pussy now. Really throw yourself into it?" I nodded.
"Especially if I let you cum afterwards?"
"Please Miss Purdy," I pleaded, brokenly. I had never wanted to cum so much
in my life.
"Look," she said, standing up. Leonie slid her skirt up, showing me her tan
stocking tops, white garter belt and white lace panties. I strained to see
pubic hair behind the lace but in vain.
Leonie turned around and I marvelled at her soft ass in the panties. "Want
to kiss my ass?" she teased.
I was gone. "Please, Miss Purdy, let me kiss your beautiful ass."
Leonie tossed her head back, laughing loudly as she dropped her skirt,
looking up at the camera. "I’ll enjoy watching the replay later," she
giggled as I blushed in shame.
She unlocked me, let me stretch and strain my aching muscles, my hard cock
jutting from my groin while she kept the electric shock gun handy. Leonie
gestured at the bowl on the floor and, to my shame, like the animal I had
become, I licked the cereal from the bowl, my hard cock flat against my
belly.
When I raised my head from my bowl, milk and musty cereal dribbling from the
corners of my mouth and mashed against my chin, I noticed for the first time
that CJ was watching me from the cell bars. This morning, she was back into
her khaki uniform but hatless, the usual sardonic smile on her haughty face.
"Cuff him, Leonie," she said. Purdy cuffed my hands quickly behind my back
and pulled me to my feet. "Always hard, isn’t he?" commented CJ, her blue
eyes looking me up and down and I blushed again.
"Too bad it’s so small," giggled Leonie pushing me towards the cell door. I
didn’t think I had a small cock, average or, so I thought, but these
constant comments were making me unsure.
"Good morning, boy," CJ said, looking down at me as I stood, naked, in the
corridor.
"Morning Miss Davidson," I said quietly.
"Good," she said in satisfaction. "Time for your phone call, boy," she said
and my heart leapt in hope as I shuffled after her down the corridor.
I followed her into a small room with a table with a speaker phone on it and
two chairs. CJ and Leonie took the chairs and, following CJ’s pointing
finger, I knelt on the floor near the table.
Pulling out a slip of paper, CJ looked down at me. "I’ll make the call, you
can talk on the speaker phone and you don’t mention we’re here. Right?"
"Yes, Miss Davidson," I said humbly. I just wanted to make the call! To get
Verity to get me out of this hell hole!
Leonie giggled, lit a cigarette and slipped her shoes off, her stocking feet
close to my body. I stared at her legs while CJ punched the numbers into the
phone, the ringing tone dominating the room.
"Hello?" Verity! At last!
"Verity," I called urgently. "It’s me. Jerry!"
"Jerry, darling," she said sweetly. "I hear you’re in prison. Having a good
time?"
"Verity, please! You have to get me out!"
"Out? Now, how would I do that?" I ignored the smiles on the faces of
Davidson and Purdy as they listened to the conversation and focused on the
phone.
"Verity, you know I didn’t steal your car!"
"Didn’t you?" she said quizzically. "I must point out, darling, that I own
the car and you took it. I think that’s stealing."
Shocked, I gaped at the phone. "But," I protested, "you knew. You told me to
take it!"
"Did I? Oh dear, I can’t seem to remember." Her tone grew sharp. "Just like
you can’t seem to remember you’re with me and not with every easy bimbo
around town!"
I gulped. She knew! "Verity," I said hesitantly. "They meant nothing......"
"Don’t call me Verity!" she snapped. "I’m not your girlfriend any more. But
I’m still your boss!"
"Miss Langton," I said, starting afresh and the two cops smiled at the use
of the formal name. "They meant nothing to me. It was just sex," I pleaded
desperately.
"I happen to like sex! Even though your pathetic attempts weren’t that
enjoyable. Never trust a man who won’t lick your pussy!" Leonie stifled a
giggle and CJ smiled broadly.
"Please Miss Langton," I cried. "Get me out of here. I’m sentenced for six
months. Six months!" I felt like crying.
"I may drop the charges and, then again, I may not," she said coldly.
"Please help me," I begged.
"You sound desperate, Jerry. Almost like you’re begging. I bet you’d lick my
pussy now."
"Please," I sobbed. Suddenly, I felt Leonie’s nylon covered toes nudge my
cock and it sprang into a full and throbbing erection. God, I was so
frustrated.
"I’ll think about it while I’m on vacation. That’s where I am now, Jerry
darling. Try to imagine this. I’m lying in a huge snow white bed in this
magnificent hotel overlooking the blue ocean waters. Ceiling fans turning
and, of course," she added sweetly, "I’m naked. You remember what I look
like naked, Jerry darling?"
"Yes," I croaked, the picture full in my mind and Leonie’s toe grazing my
cock again.
"I met this wonderful young Jamaican boy on the beach. He will be here soon.
Such a young, hard black body. Mm," she whispered and I started rubbing my
cock against Leonie’s stocking feet, "I just know he will lick my pussy."
I groaned and the two women in the room giggled. "And then, Jerry darling, I
’ll let him fuck me. I’ve seen the outline of his cock in his shorts and it
will put yours to shame. Though, any cock would do that, wouldn’t it."
"Yes, Jerry," she went on, taunting me. He’ll slide that wonderful thick
black cock into my pussy and I’ll feel so full, so fucked! After that, I
probably won’t remember you again! Bye, little lover." The call ended.
"Well," said CJ lighting a cigarette, "she’s got your number." Laughing, she
puffed a cloud of blue smoke out, watching me fuck Leone’s feet.
I was beyond care and shame, sawing my cock between Leonie’s feet until,
suddenly, she took them away. I stared at her feet longingly. "Please," I
whispered, desperate with need.
"What?" she teased.
"Please, Miss Purdy. Please let me cum."
I felt CJ un-cuff me and I looked up at them. "I’m not going to let you mess
my stockings," Leonie said.
"We might let you jerk off," CJ said.
"Please, Miss Davidson."
"Please, what?" she said coldly.
"Please, Miss Davidson, let me jerk off." I was thoroughly humiliated but,
so desperate was I to cum, that I no longer cared.
I took the curt nod from CJ to mean yes and quickly gripped my cock, moving
into the familiar rhythm. It didn’t take long as I was so near the edge. I
shuddered, cried out and pumped string after string of pearly cum into the
air while both women laughed and applauded loudly.
Exhausted, I slumped to the floor, head resting on my arms in an attempt to
hide my shame.
I heard a chair scrape back. "Clean that up, boy. Then it’s exercises for
the rest of the day. We’re going to get you fit." They both laughed. "Tomorrow,
you get transferred to a real prison."
