Jill Kelly Goes to Prison
By
Deputy Duffy
Under threatening skies, Jill Kelly walked into the Vermont State Prison for
Men. She was there to visit her husband Bob, who had been sentenced to 12-20
years on a drug possession charge, six months ago. Bob and his long time buddy
Stan were nabbed trying to cross the US border into Canada with a suitcase
filled with cocaine, and ecstasy. His lawyer told her that he might be out in 8
years on good behavior, if he's lucky.
Jill's thirty-year-old legs felt weak as she entered the visitor's entrance.
When she married her high school sweetheart, ten years ago, she could have never
predicted that he would end up in such an imposing place.
"Eight years in prison, how could this have happened?" She thought, as she
spotted the visitor check in sign.
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Kelly. I'm here to see my husband."
"Ah, Mrs. Kelly," an old guard responded, sitting behind a large glass window
just inside the door, and then he added with a chuckle. "I see you're a virgin."
"I beg your pardon!" Jill snapped.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch...I just meant it's your first visit," the
guard shot back.
"Oh, sorry, I'm just nervous," Jill said, noticing that she could see a waiting
room behind the glass. There were six women obviously waiting for their visits.
Jill scratched her head, and she thought it was weird that it kind of made her
feel good, because at times she felt like she was the only one.
"Here take this," the guard said, sliding her a manila envelope. "Put your
valuables in it...purse...jewelry...everything."
"Everything!" Jill snapped.
"Yeah, everything valuable, your watch, your car, your house...just put them all
in that little envelope!" The guard snarled.
"Oh, I'm sorry again. I guess I had a little too much coffee this morning."
Jill complied with his order and then the guard handed her some forms to fill
out, before he buzzed her into the waiting area. Jill took a seat. She was
nervous but anxious to see her husband. (Still fuming that she had to wait six
months after her husband was sentenced before they would allow her a personal
visit with him.)
"What cruel person thought up that frigging rule? I mean, I'm his wife after
all," she burned, signing her names to the forms.
Meanwhile, outside of the waiting area, two men dressed in uniforms looked the
women over. Sergeant Adams spotted Jill on the waiting room's surveillance
camera. Sergeant Adams was a husky man in his late forties. He was also in
charge of prison visits on the weekends.
"There she is...looking good, eh?" he said, nudging his hunting buddy, who also
happened to be the sheriff's only son, Deputy Duffy.
"How the hell did I miss her at the trial?" Duffy sighed, as they checked her
out. "Nice long soft brown hair, adorable face. Wow! She looks so young and
innocent," Duffy whispered, before he asked. "You sure she's thirty?"
"Yeah, she thirty all right, cute little thing ain't she?" Adams said, as he
read her file.
"Usually I never miss the cute ones."
"You were too busy testifying against her fucking husband," Adams said with a
chuckle. "Fucking drug smuggler piece of shit!"
"Easy now...remember that blood pressure. Don't you think she will recognize
me?" Duffy said.
"I don't know, most of the time her eyes were all watered up," Adams teased.
"Only one way to find out," the young deputy said, as they approached Jill.
"Hello Mrs. Kelly, I'm Sergeant Adams and this is...."
"The jerk that took away my husband," Jill interrupted.
"I was just doing my job ma'am," Duffy smirked, as he thought. "I guess I just
have one of those faces."
"Have you signed your forms?" Adams asked.
"Yeah here, can I see my husband now? It's been so long."
Jill hadn't been able to even hold her husbands' hand in over a year and a half
since Deputy Duffy arrested her husband and his best friend, since she wasn't
able to come up with the million-dollar bail bond.
Deputy Duffy made the arrest quite by chance. Duffy and Sergeant Adams as well
as several guards from the state prison were hunting in Northern Vermont, near
the United States -- Canada border. While stalking a buck, he ran into a couple
of men who were looking for a small road that led into Canada that the deputy
knew was unmanned most of the time. He only became suspicious when he told them
a better way to get to the border, but the were insistent, so he showed them the
way. He also called the border patrol and had them waiting at the border. The
drugs were quickly found in the trunk of their car.
"I understand your impatience, but we still have our procedures," Adams said,
before he added. "If you come with us we will start your search."
"Search!" Jill screamed out.
The sounds of nervous laughter from the other women quickly filled the room.
"Didn't you read the forms? Before you can see your husband, we have to perform
a search for illegal contraband. See, it's on page two," Adams scolded, showing
her the forms.
Jill shook her head as she thought, "I must of read them too quickly."
"Let's go...your hubby is waiting," Adams barked.
Jill got up slowly. Her breakfast tossed in her stomach, as she followed the two
men. They stopped in front of a black door with the words "visitor processing"
written in yellow.
"What going on? I mean, GUYS, where are the female guards?" Jill asked
nervously.
"I don't know...maybe in the female prison," Adams answered sarcastically. He
had been down this road many times before.
"You're not, I mean, what do you think I'm an idiot?" Jill screeched.
"What's the problem? You signed the forms. It gives us, the prison personal, the
right to search you and your belongings," Adams said, scanning her over.
"No fucking way I'm letting you guys touch me!" Jill cried out.
"Geez buddy, I don't think she likes us much," Adams said with a chuckle. "Oh
well, have it your way. I'm kissing my wife's soft lips tonight."
"Fuck you!" Jill snapped.
"Nice language, and I thought your were the shy and innocent type," Duffy said,
before Adams added, "Well, see yah in three months."
"Three months?" Jill moaned.
"Yeah, you only get personal visits every three months, unless properly
authorized," Adams said with a sly smile.
Jill threw her hands to her hips. "First you make me wait six months and now
three more...I'm his wife for...."
"And this is prison. Not a fucking Holiday Inn!" Adams shouted out.
"You can't do this, just wait until my lawyer hears about this one," Jill said,
and then she turned and scampered down the hall.
"I hope he does a better job than he did at the trial," Duffy hollered, just
before Jill slammed the exit door.
The two men shared a laugh.
"I guess her old man goes hungry today," Adams said.
"Do you wanna tell him or can I?" Duffy said, and the two men shared another
laugh.
"Oh well, lets see what else we have today, I mean I'm here anyways," Duffy
said.
(Deputy Duffy didn't work in the prison, but he was on special assignment. He
would also come to visit his older hunting buddy Sergeant Adams when informed
that he had someone special coming in because Sergeant Adams thought Deputy
Duffy, despite the fact that he was only 26 years old, was the best female
processor in the state.)
Jill left the prison and returned home. She cried herself to sleep the next
couple of nights from the pain of missing her husband, and because she blamed
herself for not having the courage to go through with the men's search.
"How selfish could I be? How can I ever face my husband again?" She cried, over
and over.
She talked to her lawyer repeatedly, for several weeks. He told her that since
she had signed the consent forms, which was a legal document that gave any
prison personnel, male or female, permission to search her for contraband at
anytime within the prison's walls. He just couldn't find any way around it. If
she wanted to see her husband she would have to let them search her. Her lawyer
also informed her just what type of search they could perform if the so chose.
"STRIP-SEARCH!" Jill screamed out when she heard the news. "Noooo!"
She also talked to her mom, who had been her tower of strength during the trial,
unlike Bob's family, who disowned him after his arrest, and she built up Jill's
strength once again. She even offered to come with her when Jill went back.
Jill also talked to her friends and her co-workers from the little bookstore
where she took a job after her husband got arrested. It was the only job she
could find since she hadn't had a job since high school. She never needed one.
Her husband had a good job as a stockbroker that paid well and his father had
also given him a large sum of money when he graduated from high school. They
lived in a large house, drove fancy cars, and took luxurious vacations. They
lived a charmed life. Then, Jill's husband Bob had a streak of bad luck. A
change in the stock market, and some bad advice had cost Bob's clients millions,
and nearly wiped out Bob.
He became desperate. He needed quick cash to maintain their current lifestyle.
He swallowed his pride and asked his father for some quick cash, but to no
avail. His father told him that he would have to change his ways, and make do.
He suggested selling their home, which was worth almost a million dollars, but
Bob was too proud to sell his home. That's when his friend Stan came up with the
drug delivery scheme that landed them both in jail. Stan made it sound so easy.
Just drive the drugs up from Connecticut and make a delivery in Canada. Stan, as
it turned out, took the easy way out and hung himself in jail, while waiting for
trial, leaving Bob to take the fall.
Jill gathered up her strength and made another Saturday appointment. She tried
to call and write her husband several times to let him know what happened -- why
she hadn't been there to visit him, but, they told her that she didn't fill out
the proper forms.
Finally, it was time for her Saturday visit. She found herself back outside the
prison's walls. She took one last look at her outfit, having dressed extra
conservatively, not showing any skin at all.
"Just let'em feel me up through all this," she said, as she entered the prison
again. She walked with a new sense of purpose. She didn't want to let them get
the best of her. She strolled with renewed confidence, but most of all she was
desperate. She needed her husband to co-sign the sales agreement on their home,
so she could make ends meet, at least for a little while. Her job at the
bookstore just wasn't paying the bills.
Jill's heart raced as she entered the waiting area again. She thought it was
strange that this time she was alone, as she had made sure she filled out all
the forms they had this time, reading them all extra carefully.
"Mrs. Kelly, would you come with us," a deep voice bellowed, almost causing Jill
to jump off her chair. Jill looked up and saw the same two men that she saw on
her last visit, each wearing a smile. Her stomached fluttered as she followed
them down the hall.
"What do these guys fucking live here?" She said to herself.
Jill noticed a tough looking, dirty blonde woman leaning against the black door.
Jill looked her over. She was about the same height 5'6", as Jill, although, she
looked like she was just a little heaver then Jill's 115 pounds.
Jill blushed when she got an even closer look at the woman, who was dressed in a
simple white T-shirt and small black skirt. Both of which were way to small to
cover her pronounced curves. She also wore a pair of heeled clogs.
Sergeant Adams cleared his throat. "Deputy Duffy this is April James. She's here
to see her husband Bull James, who is back with us for another stay."
After a brief exchange of greetings they entered the processing room. Jill felt
even more uncomfortable now. April looked and acted like she had been though
this before. She was even smiling and joking with the two men.
"Was she actually flirting with them?" Jill wondered, as she scanned the small
room, which was bare, except for a stainless steel table that glistened at one
end.
Jill's mind was racing as she moved over to the table. She was a little miffed
that they didn't even ask her if they could search the two of them together.
Jill also couldn't help but wonder if April knew that her large nipples showed
through her shirt and could easily be seen by the men.
"Ladies, Deputy Duffy is here as a member of the Vermont State Police Special
Task Force. It seems that there has been some concern that illegal contraband
has been finding its way into our correctional facility. He is here to assist
us, and help us re-examine our procedures," Sergeant Adams announced.
Deputy Duffy had all he could do to keep his poker face on. He'd been anxiously
waiting for Jill's return. Jill, on the other hand, couldn't believe how young
the deputy looked up close.
She looked him over. "Gee...he looks like he is just out of high school. Ok, he
is a semi-good looking guy, but still...."
He moved over in front of her.
"5'10" 190 pounds," she guessed. "Nice green eyes, cleanly shaven, baby faced."
Maybe it was the blue uniform, or the short haircut, but for a second she felt
strangely attracted to him.
"But wait! He was the ass that took her husband away from her, and now he wanted
to search her too," Jill quickly reminded herself. It was almost too much for
her to handle.
"Alright ladies," Deputy Duffy said clapping his hands. "Lets do a little manual
pat down. Jill step forward and stand on the star."
Jill scanned the gray floor, until she saw that in the center of the room there
was a large silver star. She slowly moved over to it, although, she didn't feel
like a star. She figured this had to be some sort of sick joke on their part.
"Hands on top of your head," Duffy ordered.
Jill slowly complied. She hated being the center of attention, and she trembled
at the thought of this young man putting his hands on her.
"Hey Sarg, did you bag anything after I had to leave the other day?" Duffy said
to Sergeant Adams as he moved behind Jill. He began to run his hands over Jill's
shoulders and down her back. She trembled at his first touch.
"Nah, didn't see shit. My buddy bagged a doe though," Sergeant Adams replied.
Jill felt his hands brush the back of her pants. Then felt his fingers running
inside her waistband and then traveling over the top of her ass. They applied
more pressure then she expected, but as she started to protest, they left and
traveled down her leg.
"Man, I haven't shot anything for a couple of years now," Duffy said, his hands
now running back up the other leg.
"Well, unless you count the couple of dudes who tried to rob that 7-11," Adams
said, and then he laughed
Jill braced her body. She figured if his hands traveled down the back they would
probably travel up the front on the way back up. She figured right. She felt his
run up and press right against her crotch. It was all she could do to fight her
natural instinct to turn around and slap the deputy.
His hands were now running around the front of her pants waistband. "Dude, you
know what I meant," he said and then his hands glided over Jill's flat stomach.
Jill's body was quivering.
"Yeah I know," Sergeant Adams said, "But those two assholes, will never be back
here again."
"That's for damn sure," Duffy quickly replied.
Jill whimpered, as his hands found her heavy sweater-covered breasts, and slowly
moved over them, but also due to the topic of their conversation.
"Did the Deputy that is lightly squeezing my breasts now really kill two guys or
where they just trying to make her more nervous then she was already?" She
thought, although, she didn't know if that was possible.
"Please," she moaned, feeling the pressure increase. She sighed, as his hands
left her breasts and rubbed around her neck, and then they started running
through her hair.
"So much for all that time this morning, making it just right," Jill thought,
"but at least that's over. The nerve...."
"Man look at all this hair," Duffy said, as he undid her hair clip.
"You going to see Bon Jovi later?" Adams said with a laugh. He was almost giddy
with excitement. He just loved watching his buddy in action.
"Alright Jill...step back...April over here," Duffy said, pointing at April.
"Goodie, my turn," April giggled, with a snap of her gum, as she stepped to the
star.
Jill flooded with relief. "Although it had been a little embarrassing, all in
all it wasn't that bad," she thought, before she cringed. "Darn, I can't believe
I made my husband wait three more months for that...what was I thinking?"
Jill couldn't help but watch as Deputy Duffy started to run his hands quickly
down April's back and up over her front. She scrunched her face when his hands
cupped April's large breasts.
"He's sure taking his time there," she thought.
Sergeant Adams moved to her side. "Now why is he searching her breasts?" She
wondered as she watched, before she thought, "That's not searching guys...that's
feeling up."
"Very nice.... Alright, April step back," Duffy said, and then waited until she
did. "Now that we know that you're not carrying any large contraband we just
have to search for the small stuff, and then you can proceed with your visit."
Jill's heart sank, remembering her lawyers words.
"We might as well start with you April," Duffy said, as the two men were now
standing, shoulder to shoulder, on the star. "Jill stand over here next to me."
Jill did so but was confused as too why, before the deputy cleared his throat.
"Just lift...."
"I know the drill," April interrupted. (April was a veteran at this. Her husband
had been in and out of jails all along the eastern seaboard.)
Jill was stunned when April lifted her white T-shirt up over her breasts. She
swore the men gasped when they saw her large areolae, and bumpy brown nipples
spring into view. April then lifted her small skirt up and bunched it around her
waist. Jill quickly noticed that she wasn't wearing panties and that her pussy
was completely shaved, as she assumed, did the two men, judging by where their
eyes were focused. Jill's face quickly flushed.
"I'm sorry April, I forgot you've been though this before," Duffy said, when
April stood with arms by her side, palms facing the men. He also soaked in her
body. His buddy had told him that April had a body built for porn. The young
deputy instantly agreed with his analysis, giving Adams an approving wink.
Jill was completely blown away, at the power these men had, as she thought,
"There's no way they were gonna make her strip too! She couldn't! She wouldn't!"
"Turn around April," Duffy said, as he swirled a finger in the air. April
followed.
"Nice tattoo...red bull.... Oh I get it," he said with a laugh, remembering her
husband's name.
Jill couldn't help but look. She had a nice red bull tattoo on her right ass
cheek. She also couldn't help but watch as they made her grab her ankles and
then reach back and spread her ass checks, which Jill thought, wasn't so nice.
Watching this was almost too much for Jill. She wanted to run out the door
screaming, but April looked up at her and smiled, like it was no big deal.
Jill looked away when the two men moved in for a closer look at April's back
view. Now, she just couldn't bear to watch, mostly, because she knew that she
was next. The two men were just inches from April's stretched open pussy,
admiring her bright pink insides, when a buzzing sound broke up the action. It
was coming from the red phone on the far wall. A perturbed Adams went over and
answered it.
"Hello Sheriff. Yeah, he's here, one sec." Adams held the phone up. "Deputy
Duffy your dads on the phone."
Jill shook her head. "The young deputy's father is the sheriff. Well now that
just figures," Jill thought, as the Deputy moved over to the phone. "No wonder
he acts like he owns the place."
The two men both seemed to be chatting away on the phone with the sheriff, when
April nudged Jill. "First time eh?" She whispered.
"Yeah, is it that obvious?" Jill whispered back.
"I could tell by the way you're dressed. It looks like you're on your way to
church, and it looks like you're gunna pee yourself."
Jill snapped her head around at April, but didn't have a reply.
"It's alright girl. I remember my first time too, but it was before I had
these," April said, as she pointed to her breasts, which were still exposed.
"They were a gift from my old man."
"They're nice," Jill managed, although, she was slightly embarrassed at her
closeness. "Why didn't she at least cover herself back up?" She thought.
"Yeah, nice to look at...which helps a lot in here, but they're like carrying a
ten-pound bowling ball on your chest," April said, and the two women shared a
light giggle. "That's it girl, you gut to lighten up. It's the only way to make
it through this.... Can I ask how long is your man in for?"
"The lawyer said a least eight years," Jill answered.
"Eight fucking years...oh man...then you better learn to play the game," April
whispered.
Jill looked at April with a puzzled face.
"Look, do you love your husband?" April asked.
"Yes!" Jill replied emphatically.
"Alright, then you have to learn for his sake," April whispered. "How long has
it been since you've been with your husband...you know sexually?"
"I don't nooo," Jill groaned, a little embarrassed by the question and also the
fact that it was being asked by a nearly naked women, whose large breasts were
brushing against her arm. "Ah, I haven't been able to touch him for nine
months...oh, and then there was like a little more than a year for the trial
thing."
"That's almost two years?" April interrupted.
Jill looked down, ashamed.
April moved closer to Jill's ear. "If you love him, and you wanna stay with him
then you have to check your ego at the door and swallow your pride, otherwise,
forget he ever existed and move on."
"No way! He is the only man I'll ever love," Jill groaned out.
"I know how you feel. I would never leave my dumb-ass husband either. Ok then
here is how it works around here...quickly 'cause we don't have much time,"
April hurriedly whispered, as Jill leaned closer. "When you come to visit, wear
something like me...something simple. Forget the bra 'cuz they won't let you
take it in anyways."
Jill couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"If you wear an outfit like yours then they make a big show out of stripping it
off of you...you'll see. Usually I just flash em, and then I'm in."
Jill looked at April with a scrunched face.
"I think they just wanted someone more experienced to make it easier for you.
They even told me how you chickened out last time," April continued, as Jill
shook with anger, remembering that day.
"You have to pretend you like it and them...no matter how much you wanna scratch
their eyes out. Look if they sense fear or shyness, they will just use it
against yah. In here they're all power hungry."
So far, that was one thing Jill could agree with.
"When you finally make it into see your old man, dressing like this works too.
It gives your man easier access to your body, since the guards won't let you
take off your clothes in the visitor's room, but will let you get like this."
Jill once again flashed April a stunned look.
"Believe me! When your man finally sees yah, he's gonna want touch you
everywhere and he's gonna want to be touched. Shit, they're locked in cages 23
hours a day. 23 hours -- nine months -- do the math girl."
Jill looked down in shame. "Don't the guards...w-w-watch...I mean?" She mumbled.
"Yeah they watch. They're perverts too. But believe me you'll get to the point
where being with your man is more important than that," April said, as the
deputy hung up the phone. "Oh yeah, just don't tell your man what you had to go
through to see him. There are some things a guy in prison just doesn't need to
hear."
The two men ended their conversation and marched back over towards them. Jill's
heart pounded.
"Ok, where were we...? Ah yes, Jill are you ready?" Duffy asked.
Jill nodded her head, which was still spinning from April's sermon.
"Very good then why don't you start by unbuttoning that sweater," Duffy said,
rubbing his hands together.
Jill's fingers fumbled with the buttons. Se had lied when she said she was
ready. She also couldn't believe she was actually going to strip for the men.
She watched as Adams positioned April so she could watch too.
"Ok, now hold it open."
Jill slowly opened her sweater up, exposing her white bra to their view. Her
face flushed again.
"All the way," Duffy barked.
Jill spread out the sweater a far as it would go. Her arms were like rubber.
Tears were already forming in her eyes.
"Now, off."
After a stalling breath, she finally took it off and handed it to Adams for
inspection, following another command.
"Ok, lift your bra away from your tits and shake'em out."
Jill smacked her lips, and hesitated for a moment, a little confused by the
order, and she also hated the word "tits."
"Need some help," Sergeant Adams barked, snapping the nightstick off his belt.
Jill jumped back, but the table stopped her retreat. Sergeant Adams brought his
nightstick up and ran it over Jill's left breast.
"P-please," Jill pleaded, as she felt it trace her nipple. "I can do it."
Deputy Duffy patted Adams on the shoulder and the nightstick fell. Jill
reluctantly pulled the cups away from her breasts and began to slowly shake her
shoulders.
"Lean forward and continue."
Jill did so, almost breaking into tears, but trying not to give them the
satisfaction. She knew that somehow, someway, she had to make it though this,
for her husband's sake.
"Ok, since bras aren't allowed in the visitor's room. I'm afraid I'm going to
have to confiscate it...hand it over!" Sergeant Adams barked out.
Jill's eyes shifted to April's face, and she flashed her that "see" look.
Jill's face burned now, as she reached back and unhooked her bra, suddenly
remembering that no one but her husband and her female doctor had seen her naked
breasts since she had developed. Slowly, unintentionally seductively, she slid
the straps off her shoulders and pulled it away from her body. Her hand
trembled, as she handed it over to Sergeant Adams and then quickly covered her
breasts with her hands.
"Look buddy, another one for my collection...man this thing is heavy," Adams
said, pretending to have trouble lifting it.
The two men laughed, which added to Jill's embarrassment, and then they just
stared at her.
"What?" Jill managed, hating their lustful looks.
"Are you gonna just stand there and massage your tits all day, or are you gonna
put your hands down so we can inspect'em?" Duffy said, with a smirk.
It took Jill all she had to slowly drop her hands. She fought to not cover them
back up, and it didn't help that the two men didn't even hide the fact that they
were gawking at her exposed breasts. Jill wanted to die as the seconds slowly
ticked by. She joined the rest of the eyes in the room and looked down at her
breasts. They were medium sized, a little on the pointy side, but it was her
pink marshmallow like nipples that embarrassed Jill the most. But from the
smiles the two men traded, they seem to enjoying them.
"Ah hum...unbutton your pants," Duffy managed, almost losing his professional
demeanor for a second.
Jill wiped away a tear and then fumbled with the three buttons on her pants, but
got them unsnapped.
"Ok, now put your hands over your head."
Jill did so, although a little confused. "What's this all about?" She thought.
"Now shake your hips."
Jill slowly, reluctantly, shook her hips. She also knew that she was shaking her
tits too. She looked at April, who again flashed her that "see" look and Jill
remembered what she said about them making a "show" out of it. She also wished
that she had talked to April sooner. Her pants started to slither down her
thighs before dropping around her ankles. She finally got the shaking of the
hips thing.
"What, you planning on doing a little jogging later?" Adams said, when Jill
running shorts came into view.
"Can you please pull them shorts down?" Duffy said annoyingly. "I thought her
pants were awful fluffy earlier," he thought.
Jill heard the men's laughter, as she pulled down her shorts that revealed her
large granny like white panties. Even April could help but chuckle at poor
Jill's panties selection.
Jill's face was beet red. Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her
chest.
"Are there any more clothes under your huge panties?" Duffy hissed.
Jill shook her head back and forth. She looked at the Deputy with watery eyes.
He just placed his hands on his hips and tapped his foot. Jill knew what he
wanted. After a deep breath, she mustered up all her strength and rolled her
panties down. Standing back up she used her hands to cover her crotch.
"Now, finally, turn around," Duffy barked.
Jill turned around. It was a little awkward with her pants, shorts, and panties
still wrapped around her ankles.
"Now bend forward at the waist and untie your shoes, take them off, and remove
the pants and stuff."
Jill bent over and started to untie her shoes when she looked at the two men
between her legs, staring at her ass, that's when it hit her, the view she must
be giving them. She picked up the pace and piled the rest of the clothes on the
table. A teardrop splashed on the floor by her feet, as she picked up her
discarded clothing and handed them over. Sergeant Adams again examined them.
"Now get your cute ass on that table, on your back," Duffy punctuated his
command with a slap on Jill's ass. Jill hopped on the table and fell back, her
feet dangling off the side. Her mind, seemingly behind her instinctive responses
to the deputy's commands.
"Now, what is going on?" she cried out, as sergeant Adams grabbed her arms and
pulled them over her head. She tried to pull away, but he was stronger. She
shuddered as the cold steel slapped against her wrists. When Adams moved away
she realized by the feel and the sound that he had handcuffed her to the table.
She flooded with helplessness.
"Please, I'm not a criminal," She pleaded, but by the amused look on his face,
she knew it was a futile one.
"Put your feet up on the edge of the table," Duffy barked.
"But why?" Jill whined, as she looked down. The deputy was standing in-between
her legs. She knew she would have to spread her legs wide to avoid him.
"Do it!" Duffy screamed, and Jill shook, and then complied.
"Wider!" Duffy barked, and then he added, "that's better," when she replied.
Jill had never been this mortified in her life. She always hated this position
at the doctors' office, but in this environment, cuffed hands over head, it
seemed a million times worse.
"How am I ever going to do this again?" She thought.
"Jill, you know it would be easier on everyone if you would shave your pussy,
next time."
Jill gasped, "Never!" She just couldn't believe this could get any worse.
"Well, since I can't do a visual search, I'm going to have to do a manual one."
Jill was wrong, it just did. "Please nooo," she moaned, as it just hit her why
they cuffed her to the table, as the cuffs stopped her from fleeing.
"Relax Jill, before I can proceed I have to have your permission, just to be
ethical," Deputy Duffy explained. "If not, I'll un-cuff you from the table and
you can go home. I just want you to know that it's your free will."
Jill filled with fire. "Ethics! This asshole doesn't have an ethical bone in his
whole body," Jill screamed inward. "And if I was free...why the cuffs?"
"Well."
"You can't be serious," Jill whined.
"I'm afraid so, or you'll have gone all this way for not," Duffy said, as April
sat on the table next to Jill and also whispered, "C'mon honey, you can do it.
It's just your pussy."
"Yeah, I have to make sure you're not a drug smuggler too," the deputy said with
a smirk. Jill looked at him in disbelief. "How could such a nice looking young
man be so evil?" She thought.
"I need to hear it out loud."
"God! I can't believe this!" she screamed out. "Alright, search my fucking
pussy. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Alright, I think I will! If I can find the fucking thing, under all this hair!"
Jill closed her eyes, and braced her body, just before the deputy's finger found
its mark. It ran along her puffy lips, before slowly entering her pussy. She
cringed at his light laugh, as he was obviously amused at how wet she had
become. Jill squirmed about on the table, hands testing her steely binds, as
Duffy added another finger into her pussy and then he started thrusting them
upwards and inwards, finding Jill's special spot. She fought against the moans
escaping from her lips. It had been a long time for Jill. She was always worried
about her husband, too worried to even masturbate. So as hard as she tried to
fight it, her body was betraying her. Jill quivered when she felt another finger
start to rub her clit. This was too much for her.
"Hey what the..." she growled, as she opened her eyes in a panic, and tried to
jump up, the cuffs digging into her skin. She was surprised to see that the
finger rubbing her clit belonged to April, sitting on the table next to her.
April just pressed a finger from her other hand to her lips and hissed.
"Was April doing this because she wanted to, or were the two guards making her?"
Jill asked herself, as she relaxed her body. The fingers continued there probing
of Jill's helpless body. Her skin tingling and audible moans were escaping from
her mouth, now.
"Oh my god, not now, not here!" Jill thought, as she felt a soft hand start
squeezing her breast, fingernails lightly scrapping her sensitive nipple. She
didn't have to open her eyes to know April was doing the squeezing.
Deputy Duffy's fingers were now aggressively thrusting in and out, much harder
and much more skilled than she had ever experienced before. April's soft, yet
wicked hands, hard at work. It was too much for Jill to take. She finally gave
in. She knew she had lost the fight anyways.
"Please...oh please...I'm cummming!" Jill's voice flooded the room, echoing off
the soundproof walls. Her body was thrashing about on the table, as Jill enjoyed
her first orgasm in years. Quickly a mixture of pleasure and pain raced through
Jill. She had never experienced anything quite like it before, even in her
married life, but she felt guilty that it happened here. Tears started to flow
down her cheeks, while Sergeant Adams unlocked her cuffs. April lifted her up
off the table into a sitting position, her arms locked around Jill in a warm
embrace. Jill rubbed her raw wrists.
"It's going to be all right," April whispered into Jill's ear, as she caressed
her back. "You made it though, your first time...now you...."
"No she didn't...there is still one more thing," Sergeant Adams interrupted.
"C'mon guys, she's been through enough for one day," April pleaded.
"Well, we still have to know if she's gonna play by our rules...she still seems
a little rebellious," Adams said. "That's why I went with the cuffs."
"Please, she hasn't been with her husband in like two years. Could you guys give
her a break just for today, please for me?"
"Well...I guess so, but just for you," Adams said softly, looking at his buddy,
who was nodding.
Jill tried to dry her eyes, using her running shorts.
"Well April, it looks like you're gonna have to pull double duty then today,"
Adams said, as he picked up Jill's bra.
"Whatever...just leave us alone so we can dress and get ready!" April offered,
sliding off the table.
"Alright, I'll tell my guard to fetch your men," Adams said and the two men left
the room, not before giving each other a high five.
"April, what the fuck just happened?" Jill whispered.
"You just went through your initiation my dear. Welcome to the prisoner's wives
life," April said, jumping off the table and finally pulling down her top and
fixing her skirt. "But they don't do that all the time. Like I said before, most
of the time I just flash them and I'm in. Just be thankful they didn't check
your asshole, too."
"And the double duty stuff?" Jill asked meekly, sliding to the floor and she was
thankful of at least that one point, although, it didn't make her feel much
better.
"My guess from the bulges in their pants I have a couple of blowjobs to perform,
or they're looking to 'pull a train' but I don't exactly know, every time it's
different. I've had to serve them beer naked, or masturbate for them," April
answered.
Jill once again looked at April in disbelief, as she was handing Jill her
panties.
"Oh, and you know that three months crap, in between visits, there's ways around
that too. I come here whenever I fucking want to. You do favors for them and
they do favors for you, it's that simple...."
"Who the guards?" Jill interrupted, pulling up her pants, also wondering how
April could be so nonchalant about it.
"Yeah, guards, prison officials, cops, deputies, and who's ever here," April
giggled. "One time they even had me blow this fat mailman just cuz he was by.
Like I said, it's a power thing."
"Oh my god," Jill gasped, as April wasn't helping her anxiety level any.
"Yeah they have this room. It's like a break room or something, but it looks
like a small bar room. They drink beers and watch sports and sometimes use us
for their entertainment. But if you behave they aren't cruel about it."
"Do I have too?"
"Only if you want a favor from them, like I did today," April interrupted.
"I'm sorry about that April, I didn't mean...." Jill whispered.
"That's ok. I've kind of gotten used to it over the years. I'm no slut, or maybe
I wasn't one, but my hubby keeps fucking up. Sometimes it really ain't that bad,
well, once you've learned to play along," April said.
"I don't know if I can do that," Jill said nervously.
"Most of the time they just want a blowjob. I don't think they get them at home
too often and they usually don't last that long."
Jill looked up at April with a panicked look on her face.
"Oh no.... Don't tell me," April said, before she laughed.
"Isn't that gross!" Jill groaned.
"What sucking dick, or the fact that you've made it this far in life without
sucking one?" April teased.
"Please April," Jill whined.
"I'm sorry Jill. I didn't mean to make fun of yah," April said as she was
helping Jill fix her hair.
"Do you like it?" April managed.
"Giving head? It really ain't that bad. It's really the one time a woman has
power over a man. I mean you have his sole reason for living right in your
mouth, and if you're good at it you can get stuff from'em," April said, before
she added, "I can't honestly say that I'm looking forward to sucking that cocky
young deputy's cock, but I'll make him cum in thirty seconds and then if I ever
need him I will promise more. He probably has a three inch dick anyways!"
For the first time the two women shared a laugh and a hug.
"Wait! What about the...?"
"Cum," April said with a scrunched face. "Yeah, they always come on you."
"Oh, gross."
"Sometimes it is Jill, again most want your face, or you can swallow if you
want. It's less messy."
Jill was stunned.
"Just the facts of life." April simply shrugged her shoulder. "They told me
your name was Jill Kelly. Do you know you share names with a famous porno
starlet?"
"Too bad it isn't me. I'd probably have my husband out of prison by now!" Jill
said, and they shared another laugh.
"Or at least know how to suck a cock, and take a facial," April said, and then
pressed a small kiss to Jill's flushed cheek. "Look, relax, we'll get together.
Wait for me at my truck. I'll teach you everything you need to know. It's the
big black four by four parked out front," April said, just as a young guard came
into the room. Jill was happy that she had just finished dressing. She was also
a little uneasy about what April meant by "get together" remembering her soft
hands taking liberties with her helpless body, but her husband's face suddenly
flashed into her head. It was finally time.
"Let's go ladies," the guard barked, holding the door open.
The two women skipped down the hall to the visitor's room. Jill saw her husband
nervously pacing the floor through the door's small window. Jill's heart raced
as the door opened. She jumped into his arms. The two locked in a warm embrace.
Jill's tears were flowing again, as she had just made it through the most
humiliating day of her life.... So far.
The End.
Look for "Jill Goes Back To Prison" to see what happens to Jill next.
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