Ten Days in Another Town
Day Three
When morning filtered through the bars, I lay, naked, my hands strapped to
the sides of my bunk and contemplated my new life.
Last night, with a combination of the gruelling exercise routine they put me
through and the lack of sleep the previous night, I was exhausted and slept
soundly.
Now, I was awake, comfortably refreshed and with a morning erection.
I was hungry. Since I’d been in their control, I was always hungry and the
food they served me was not large enough to completely satisfy. If they keep
feeding me that little, I’ll lose weight.
Embarrassed, I recalled my shameful exhibition. Jerking off in front of two
women was the most humiliating thing I had ever done. I looked down at my
hard cock and wished that I was able to control it and not be constantly
aroused.
Verity had betrayed me. Of that there was no doubt. And now, she was fucking
black studs in Jamaica. Jealousy stirred my guts but my cock twitched at the
mental image of a naked Verity on a large white bed with a young black stud
with a cock larger than mine.
The clanging of the doors heralded CJ’s arrival and, after unlocking my
manacles with stun gun at the ready, she forced me to move my stiff body
through the series of exercises.
I grunted and groaned while she sat watching impassively, cigarette burning.
Twisting and turning, bending and jumping, my cock moved with my movements,
causing CJ to smile as it slapped against my belly and legs. The exercise
program took about and hour and a half and, by the time, I was finished,
sweat was running down my body.
CJ always looked in control. Tall, regal and cold in her spotless uniform,
she looked down at me, her blue eyes clear and hard.
With a gesture, shepherded me to a shower room where I stood under the cold
water, my cock shrivelling as I soaped myself. There were no towels and I
stood dripping on the tiled floor.
"Miss Davidson," I blushed. "I need to use the toilet."
"Use it then," she snapped. I knew there was no use in arguing. Embarrassed,
I sat on the toilet, grunting and groaning and shamed by the splash my shit
made in the bowl.
I looked around for tissue but the roll was empty. "Back in the shower," she
ordered and, once again, face burning, I washed myself under the cold water.
When I emerged, I was shivering and my cock had, once again, shrunk. CJ
inspected me. "Looks like you’re cock is getting smaller. I didn’t think
that was possible. Might disappear soon," she laughed, pointing the way out
of the bathroom, back to the cell.
She ordered me to kneel, next to the bunk and she locked my hands behind my
back.
"Please, Miss Davidson," I begged. "I’m so hungry."
"You’ll get something soon, boy," she said. "You get transferred this
afternoon. I’ve got some errands to run so I won’t be back to wave goodbye,"
she sneered. "Enjoy Euston, boy. See you in six months."
As I watched her leave, my mind raced. Euston must be the penitentiary I was
being transferred to for the next six months. I shivered again, this time
from fear. not daring to move, I waited for, I guessed, about an hour.
I heard the doors open, the metallic ringing sound echoing through the
building, and smelt the food before I saw it.
Leonie carried the steaming bowl of mush into the cell with a smile on her
dark face. Once again, she was in uniform but, unlike CJ, she wore a tight
khaki skirt and heels.
She sat on the bunk and smiled down at my soft cock. "Not glad to see me,
any more?" she whispered, her knees pointing directly at my face. With a
wicked smile, she held the bowl high off her lap and let her legs drift
apart.
My eyes were riveted to the dark space under her skirt and my cock surged
into life at the barest glimpse of white panties and her tan stocking tops.
Leonie closed her legs and let the bowl rest on her lap. "There," she smiled
at my hard cock, "that’s better." She raised a spoon full of mush to my
face. "Open wide," she laughed. I was so hungry I would suffer any
humiliation and held my mouth wide for her. The mush was hot and beautiful
and I swallowed hungrily, opening my mouth for more.
As she fed me like a baby, her nylon covered leg brushed my cock every once
in a while so I was, once again, on the edge and straining with
frustration.
Finally, she finished and she placed the empty bowl on the bunk beside her.
"I’ve got the job of driving you up to Euston," she said, looking down at my
hard cock and, then, opening her legs.
I stared into her open skirt, tan stockings, white lace panties and white
lace garter belt tantalised me. "I loved the way you jerked off yesterday,"
she giggled and I blushed furiously. "Never seen a man do it like that, not
that you’re a real man. How often did you do it?"
Hanging my head, I tried to ignore the question. "I’m talking to you, boy,"
she snapped and I fearfully raised my head. "How often did you jerk yourself
off when you were outside?" she demanded, her smooth face close to me and
bringing her thick scent to my nose.
"Once a day, Miss Purdy," I admitted and she squealed.
"Once a day! Good Lord! Did you have anything left for your lady?" she
exclaimed. "No wonder you’re cock is so pitiful. You keep jerking on it.
Well, that might change up at Euston." Leonie stood, stretched, picked the
bowl up and walked to the open door. "I’ll be back in about an hour. It’s a
long drive to Euston." Laughing, she left me alone in the cell.
It was more than an hour, closer to two. Two hours where I fretted and
pondered on the image, the very thought of a penitentiary called Euston.
After about twenty minutes, I climbed off my knees and sat on the bunk,
waiting for my transfer
Finally, Leonie led me, naked, down the corridor to the parking space behind
the building. Embarrassed, I looked around but, luckily, the area was
deserted.
She surprised me by forcing me to sit in the front seat but, I realised it
was safer for her and she could keep an eye on me while she drove. Down a
few deserted lanes and we were suddenly on a dusty back road.
"Look here, boy," she said, giggling and I saw she had slid her skirt up to
her stocking tops and garter straps. My cock pulsed and I was incredibly
horny as I stared at the smooth nylon of her long legs.
Leonie lit a cigarette and, humming along with the radio, sped along the
back road while I was hypnotised by those legs, constantly hard.
The car slowed and we turned onto a bumpy side road that was no more than a
track. Slowly, bumping over the track, Leonie drove to a small cabin by a
small creek. It was beautiful, so peaceful and I looked at her in surprise.
"Lunch stop," she said, opening the car door. My bare feet stumbled in the
dust as she dragged me onto the porch and, after unlocking the door, into
the cabin.
I stood uncertainly in the middle of the small cabin while she pulled the
curtains back and flooded the room with sun light. A bed with an old
fashioned iron bed-head was against one wall, a stone fireplace on another
and a stove, kitchen benches on the other. A wooden table and chairs were in
the centre of the room on a small circular rug.
Leonie pointed over towards the bed. "Over there," she ordered and I
shuffled to the bed, standing by the edge. "Kneel," she snapped and I
lowered myself to my knees.
For a moment, she stood looking down at me, then ruffled my hair. "Are you
hungry?"
"Yes, Miss Purdy," I answered obediently.
"Good," she said as she unzipped her skirt and carefully laid it over a
chair while I gaped at the white lace of her panties, my cock rock hard and
straining.
Smiling, she stood in front of me, her panties inches from my face and I
could see the dark hairs of her pussy through the lace. "I think you’re
ready now, aren’t you?
Ready for what, I thought? I didn’t know but I nodded any way.
"Ready to kiss my panties, boy?" she said softly.
My mouth went dry and my heart pounded. "Yes, Miss Purdy," I whispered.
"And to kiss what’s in my panties?"
"Oh yes, Miss Purdy!"
Her fingers caressed the back of my head and pulled me closer until the
white lace completely filled my vision, her musky aroma sensuously gripping
my senses. "Kiss," she whispered and I pressed my trembling lips against the
lace.
Her intimate perfume overwhelmed me as my lips tentatively kissed the lace,
her warmth flush against my face and my heart pounding in time with my
pulsing cock.
Leonie pushed me away and I felt a sense of loss but not for long. She
turned her back as she walked to the bed and I marvelled at the white line
of lace of her g-string disappearing between the round globes of her perfect
ass.
She smiled and slowly slid the panties down until they were a puddle of
white lace around her high heel shoes. My eyes were drawn to her pink pussy
lips shining wetly through her black pubic hair.
Sighing, Leonie sat on the bed and opened her legs. "Do you like my pussy,
little boy?" she teased.
Frantically, I nodded. "Yes, Miss Purdy."
"It’s wonderful having you naked all the time and under my control. It makes
me wet. Can you see how wet I am?"
"Yes, Miss Purdy," I groaned. "I can see it."
"Do you want to lick me?"
"Please," I croaked. "Please let me lick you."
Smiling, her long fingers teased her curly black hair. "I’m so horny. Even
your clumsy efforts will take me there."
Leonie fluffed some pillows behind her and settled back, legs wide open.
"Come here, " she ordered softly, pointing at her pussy. "Lick me."
Cock straining, I leaned forward and ran my trembling tongue around her
puffy pussy lips. A long red fingernail pointed. "There," she whispered and
my tongue followed her directions.
Suddenly, a guttural noise escaped her and her hand pulled my face into her
wetness, rubbing herself against my nose and tongue. Her stocking thighs
closed around my head and I soon heard, a muffled groan as she came, body
shaking, legs flexing against my ears.
Slowly, her legs released me and I sat back on my heels, cock hard and my
face slick with her juices, the taste of her on my tongue.
I watched her ass as she strolled across the room and disappeared into a
small bathroom. When she emerged, I looked up at her pussy, framed by the
white garter belt and straps, desperate for relief. "Please," I begged, my
cock trembling. "Please, Miss Purdy, let me cum."
Leonie bent over her bag and fumbled for her cigarettes while I marvelled at
her smooth ass. A wicked smile appear on her face when she noticed me
staring at her ass. "You want to cum? She asked, smoke flowing from her red
lips.
"Please, Miss Purdy," I whimpered, trembling with frustration.
"Will you kiss my ass?" she asked slyly and I gasped as she turned and
rested her hand on the table, her ass facing me. "Do you want to?" Leonie
asked over her shoulder, laughing down at me.
"Yes, Miss Purdy," I mumbled, my sticky face blushing.
"What?" she prompted. "I didn’t hear you."
"I want to kiss your ass," I croaked, cock trembling.
Laughing, her finger motioned me to her ass and I moved forward on my knees
until I was staring up at her ass. "Go on," she urged, giggling, the globes
of her ass wobbling slightly with her movement.
I kissed her ass cheeks several times, my whole body quivering while she
smoked and giggled. The crack of her ass beckoned me and my lips drifted to
it. "Do it," she whispered. "Get your tongue in there." Almost hypnotised
by the sight and smell of her ass, I pushed my tongue and tasted her ass
hole.
Suddenly, Leonie stood and pushed me away. "That tickles," she giggled,
sitting on the chair and unwrapping some sandwiches from her bag. "Hungry?
You want something more than my pussy or ass?" she teased, a wicked smile on
her face as she munched on a sandwich.
I suddenly realised how hungry I was. "Please, Miss Purdy," I mumbled and
she took a long hot dog roll from the paper bag.
"I’ve got a bread roll for you. Don’t want you getting fat," she laughed.
"Come here." I crawled and knelt in front of her, staring as she opened her
legs. "Here," she said and I crawled closer, my face close to her pussy.
"Would you like some sauce on your roll?" Leonie laughed and I looked at her
in puzzlement. Holding the bread roll in one hand, she delicately parted her
pussy lips with the fingers of the other hand and then, with a sultry wicked
look on her beautiful face, she inserted one end of the roll into her
shining wetness. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen and my whole
body shuddered with desire.
Giggling, she held the roll to my mouth. "Open wide," she whispered, her
face so close to mine I could feel her hot breath on my cheek. Trembling, I
opened my mouth and she slid part of the roll into my mouth. "Suck it," she
said softly and, staring at her smiling red lips, I sucked.
Her hand lightly brushed my cheek and it was all too much. Her touch sent me
spinning over the edge of orgasm. Groaning through the roll in my mouth, I
shuddered and spurted my cum onto the floor in front of me, my involuntary
pumping a cause of delight for Leonie. Laughing loudly, she removed the
bread roll from my gasping mouth as I hung my head in embarrassment.
"Look," she laughed. "More sauce." I watched, chest heaving in an attempt to
regain my breath, as she wiped up my cum with the bread roll.
"Open wide," Leonie said, a broad smile on her face.
To my shame I did and ate the roll hungrily while she giggled.
I licked her pussy to orgasm twice again in that little cabin until, finally
in the late afternoon, she led me to the creek where she allowed me to
kneel, hands still cuffed and dip my sticky face in the cool clear water.
I stared at my reflection and a subdued, unshaven man with lost eyes looked
back at me. What had I become during the past three days and what would I be
at the end of the long six months that stretched out before me?
Still naked, cock shrivelled and hanging, I slid into the car as directed by
Leonie. She was now strictly formal, hat and sunglasses on and the high heel
shoes replaced by regulation shoes. I knew she had put her panties on
because I had knelt at her feet while she had slid the g-string up and
around her body, the white lace cupping her hairy pussy.
We drove in silence through the back roads, just the radio playing a long
forgotten country song and the rattle of the car.
After a while, the road turned into black top and we sped into some distant
hills. Occasionally, a big truck drove past and I tried to shrink down into
my seat but to no avail. When they saw me in the front seat, naked and
exposed, they would sound their loud screeching horns.
At last, as twilight fell, Leonie stopped at a pair of double gates in a
high, razor wire fence. Leaving the motor running, she leaned out to an
intercom on the post.
"Deputy Sheriff Purdy," she announced. "Delivering prisoner Lange."
With a twang and a groan, the gates swung inward and Purdy gunned the road
up the hill. I turned to watch the gates close behind me with a sinking
feeling in my gut.
A large building dominated the crest of the hill. Lights in widows and a
search light sweeping across the gravel yard. Leonie stopped the car and
yanked me from my seat, dragging me across the gravel to a dark green door.
Inside the door was a room that had been divided into a cell which Leonie
shoved me into.
"This is where I leave you," she said, looking around. "There’s your bucket.
And there’ll be food in the morning."
"Please, Miss Purdy," I said softly. "Please uncuff me."
She shook her head. "Nope. Rules. You’ll lose those tomorrow." She slammed
the bars shut and stood watching me as I tried to get comfortable on the
bunk.
"See you," she said, the green door closing behind her. After a moment, the
lights flicked off and I was plunged into darkness.
I lay down on my side, naked and cuffed, afraid and wary of my new life in
Euston.
