The catcalls begin the instant that I enter the cellblock. Megapolis State\nPrison, lovingly called the Gulag by its residents, is overflowing with evil men\nand I know many of them personally. After all, I am the one that put them here.
\n“Whoa baby! Bring me the loving!”
\n“God almighty, my prayers have been answered!”
\n“God’s got nothing to do with it, man! Shout at the devil, sweet momma!”
\nMy eyes return the disparaging hoots and hollers with an icy glare while my feet\ntread an invisible line down the middle of the grated walkway. Steel bars on\neither side prevent the prisoners from touching me. Arms slide through and try\nto grasp me with groping fingers but I am just out of reach.
\n“Shake it for me, super-slut! Shake it!”
\n“Just a touch, sweet thing! Just one little touch!”
\nThere are no windows, here. Everything seems made of cement and steel. The Gulag\nis an underground facility and this is level six. It is the deepest cellblock of\nthem all, the one reserved for truly nasty criminals. My skin-tight costume\nglistens beneath bright, fluorescent lights as I stride silently past these\nconvicts. I know that my incredible body is on display for them but do not care.\nI walk unhurriedly, like a fashion model on a catwalk, placing one foot directly\nin front of the other with each new step, heal to toe. Curved hips roll gently\nup and down. An apple ass moves side to side like the pendulum of a clock.\nTaught thighs, bare and golden tan, flex ever so slightly. Long calves,\ncontained within form-hugging black knee-highs, propel me purposely forward.\nThere is a confident bounce in my step that makes the convicts want me all the\nmore.
\n“This isn’t prison! I woke up in heaven and found an angel!”
\n“If heaven is about torment then yeah, we’re in heaven. Gods, just a touch,\npretty girl! Just a touch and I can die happy!”
\nThe noise is raucous and the two guards walking behind are worried that my\nsvelte, hourglass figure will cause a riot. Many of the prisoners are powerfully\nbuilt. Lifting weights is a way for them to pass the time and they have used\ntheir incarceration to shape and transform their bodies into fearsome weapons. I\ncannot help but take note of the massive biceps and shoulders of these shirtless\nmen. It is impossible to ignore the ripped abdomens and barrel-like chests. They\nare dangerous, every one of them. But the bars are thick and able to hold back\nthe surging wave of testosterone. My expression and pace remain unchanged. I am\nhere to see one man and one man only, and he is at the end of the hall, in a\nsmall room, waiting for me.
\n“I got ten inches of hardwood for you, bitch!”
\n“Come over here and I’ll give you a quickie through the bars, super-skank!”
\nA golden mane of hair flows off of my head, down and across a long neck, and\nover strong shoulders. The muscles of my arms, like those of the prisoners, are\nwell-defined, though in a much more feminine way. The gloved fingers of my hands\nare loose and relaxed. Perfect breasts, encased in a micro-thin layer of red\ncloth, bounce slightly as I stride haughtily forward. The bare flesh of a\nwashboard belly teases the hell out of men who are so close and yet so very far\naway. I am every bit the athlete that they are. Indeed, I am more. They can lift\nall the weights that they want but they will never be as strong as me.
\n“I’m losing it, boys! I’m losing my wad!”
\n“Let me touch you, damnit! Just one touch! It’s the least you can do after\nputting me in this hell hole!” I almost feel sorry for them. Some journalists,\nmostly those working for the supermarket tabloids, have labeled me as one of the\nplanet’s most beautiful women. Normally, I could care less about such flattery,\nbut it is clear to me that these convicts are experiencing something akin to\npain as I walk past. Does my beauty really hurt them so much? Are they so\nlonely? Are they so desperate for the sight of a woman? I am careful to remain\nin the middle of the walkway. I must not let the multitude of groping hands pull\nme into the bars lest they tear me to pieces.
\nI momentarily slow my pace and make brief eye contact with some of the men.\nIndeed, I am responsible for the incarceration of many. Gangbangers, rapists,\nthieves, murderers- I have thwarted and captured a large number. Some of them I\nremember, others not so much. Uncounted nightly patrols blend together in my
\nmemory, confounding recollections of brief encounters and crimes undone. But the\nman with whom I am going to meet is remembered well. In fact, it is unlikely\nthat I shall ever forget him no matter how much a may want to. “Here we are,\nma’am,” one of the guards says while slipping past me to unlock the door that\nmarks the end of the walkway. “He isn’t cuffed, so be careful.”
\nHe holds open the door and I give him a reassuring smile. “It will be alright.\nAfter all, I’m Ms. Marvelous.” The door closes behind me and the raucous sound\nof catcalls is replaced by that of steel tumblers clicking into place. The\nreinforced door is stout- even I would have difficulty breaking it down. I turn\nmy attention to the small chamber that stands before me. The lighting is good\nbut somehow the man has found a shadow in which to sit. “Joey?” I ask with\nimpatience. “Is it you?”
\nHe stands from his chair and directs a mocking bow toward me. “Joey Malokovich,\nat your service.” It occurs to me that I have just finished putting on a floor\nshow for more than two-hundred gawking and lustful prisoners without it fazing\nme, but being near to this single man causes the hairs on the back of my neck to\nstand on end. For a brief moment, I wonder if this was such a good idea. But the\nthought is pushed aside almost as soon as it forms. I need information and this\nis the man who can give it to me.
\n“It’s been a long time, Joey. I would ask you how things have been but well…”
\nHe steps out of the shadows and I am taken aback by the intensity of his gaze.\nDark, unblinking eyes roam across my athletic body as if they are committing\nevery part of it to memory. The eyes pause on my breasts and I can tell that he\nis remembering what it felt like to squeeze and caress my large mounds.\nUnfortunately, I remember what it felt like, as well. I remember the one-sided\nfight on Pier Fifteen. I remember how his strong hands played my tits like\nmusical instruments, strumming my carnal chords until I was helpless with\ndesire. The memory of it is strong and seems to have power over me still- my\ncheeks redden and I feel my nipples quickly hardening. There is a tingling\nsensation deep within my vagina and once again I am forced to wonder if coming\nhere was a good idea.
\nOf all the men that I have faced in battle, perhaps none has been as perceptive\nof my abnormal physiology, not to mention my inexplicable sensitivity to sensual\nstimulation, as Joey. Truth be told, and I am embarrassed to admit it, he may be\nmore in tune with my oversexed body than even I am. More than once, he has\ndemonstrated that he knows just where and how to touch me. His fingers are\nmagical. His tongue should be a registered weapon. He is well-endowed and fits\nme almost perfectly- if my pussy is a lock then his cock is surely the key. Just\nseeing him, now… just being near him… it arouses me…
\n“Oh, stop it!” I shout silently to myself. “He is just a punk, and a crazed one\nat that! He has no power over you!”
\nI try to push the memory of Pier Fifteen out of my mind. Joey Malokovich is an\nevil and violent thug. The credit I give him as a lover is likely the result of\nmy need to find some explanation for the fact that he, a punk without\nsuperpowers or special training, was twice able to rape me. Ultimately, it does\nnot matter. I am not here to fight him. As much as I would like to slap the\nlustful sneer off of his face and get some payback, I am not that kind of\nperson. All I need is information.
\nBut Joey, it seems, has needs of his own. To my disdain, he quickly notices that\nthe small bumps pressing upward from beneath the sheer fabric of my costume have\ngrown much more pronounced. There is a brief twinkle in his dark eyes. He enjoys\nthe sight of my nipples getting larger. I can tell that he is fantasizing. I can\nonly imagine what perverse thoughts are going through his head. Wondering about\nit does not help and, in spite of myself, I become even more aroused. My nipples\ncontinue to swell as I shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other. His eyes\nseem able to burn my flesh. After what seems like a long time he finally returns\nto the real world. “Holy Christ…” is all he has to say.
\n“Did you have a nice trip?” I ask irritably.
\nHe smirks and continues to stare at my chest. “It seems that you are happy to\nsee me, Doll Face.” My cheeks burn hotter and I am thankful for the mask\ncovering my face. But now it is my turn to examine him. Despite the intimate\nknowledge he has concerning my over-sexed body, Joey is a virtual stranger- we\nhave only met two times. He is taller than I remember, standing an honest six\nfoot four. His hair is jet black and cut short. He is broad through the\nshoulders and chest and the gray prisoner shirt that he is wearing strains\nagainst the powerful physique underneath. His waist is narrow and there is\nplenty of slack in the prison-issued belt that holds up his pants. But those\nsame pants seem ready to tear- a visibly swelling bulge is ready to erupt from\nhis crotch.
\n“I could say the same about you.” Oh, god, did I really just say that?
\nHe snickers, unashamed by a perverse desire to fuck me and pleased that I have\nnoticed his swollen cock. “You always did want it, didn’t you super-babe? Oh,\nyou tried to act all virtuous and innocent, but when it got nasty and I gave you\na taste, you always wanted more. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You\nwanted me inside of you. You wanted me to bring you off.”
\n“You must be thinking of someone else,” I reply nonchalantly.
\n“Your nipples are telling a different story, babe.”
\nIt has always been this way with Joey, I remind myself. The man is mentally\ndisturbed. Since our first encounter in the Apple Hills estate, so many months\nbefore, he has been fixated on the idea of making me his sex slave. Call it\nobsessive-compulsive disorder or something far more sinister, but definitely\ncall it dangerous. He has come after me in the past, setting elaborate traps to\ncapture me, always with the intention of raping me. In his crazed state, he even\nwent so far as to rape my best friend, Elle, somehow thinking that she was me.\nJoey is often delusional, I remember. Delusional and dangerous.
\nThere is a table separating us and he leans against it, supporting the weight of\nhis upper body on his knuckles. I can see the muscles of his arms and shoulders\nflexing beneath the shirt. His jaw is tense and I can tell that it takes effort\njust for him to maintain his self-control. What he really wants to do is jump\nacross the table and grab me. He wants to throw me on the floor, spread my long\nlegs, and hump me like a wild animal. Part of me is scared. Part of me, the\nyoung woman, is ready to leave this place and never come back. But the other\npart, the super-heroine part, is sure that she can handle anything this bozo\nthrows at her.
\n“Don’t do anything you will regret,” I caution him.
\nHe ignores the warning but remains on his side of the table. “I guess you’re\nhappy that I’m in prison,” he hisses. “Makes your life easier, I imagine. You\ndon’t have to be looking over your shoulder all the time, wondering when I’ll\ncome after you next.”
\nI try to relax, try to ease the tension that permeates the small chamber. “You\nwould be surprised how many people I have to look out for, Joey. You are not the\nonly one that claims Ms. Marvelous as an enemy. Which is kind of why I am here,\nactually. Tell me what you know about the Serpent Squad.”
\nThe lustful glare changes ever so slightly. He is suddenly interested in\nsomething other than screwing my brains out. Hard to say how long it will last,\nthough.
\n“The Serpent Squad? What makes you think I know anything about that?”
\n“Word on the street is that they are the reason you’re in here. Something about\nyou trying out for the team and failing to make the grade, or you not being a\ngood team player, or maybe they just didn’t like you, I don’t know. Whatever the\nreason, I hear that they turned you in to the cops just to be rid of you.”
\nJoey’s jaw is twitching pretty good, now, and for once he is looking me in the\neye. “Is that what you heard?” he answers in a gruff voice. “Maybe you heard\nwrong?”
\n“I don’t think so. Word is that they told you to hit the bricks and things got\nugly. You ended up with two years in the Gulag and they got a good laugh out of\nit.”
\nHis fist slams the table. “Those bastards thought they were too good for me! I\ntold them that I could bring you in, collect the bounty on your head, but they\ndidn’t like my plan. Thought I was too crazy. Thought I wouldn’t carry through\non the deal, wouldn’t fulfill the terms of the contract. Thought I couldn’t give\nyou up once I had you. So they set me up, had me do a preliminary job, just to\nsee if I could make good, you know? But it was a trap, the police waiting for\nme, waiting to lock me up. The bastards! The slimy, snake bastards!”
\nI give him a moment to collect the thimbleful amount of sanity still rattling\naround in his sick mind. “So we have a common enemy, don’t we, Joey? Don’t you\nsee? By helping me you can help yourself. Get a little bit of payback. Tell me\nabout the Serpent Squad. Tell me where I can find them. I’ll do the rest. Maybe\nI can send a few of them your way, give you chance to talk it over with them\nhere in the Gulag, straighten things out.”
\nHis lips turn upward in an evil smirk. He steps around the table. I try to\nremain relaxed but the anxiety inside is building. I do not like being close to\nthis guy. I do not like him being anywhere near to me. “Don’t you see? If we\nwork together I can--”
\n“What can you do, Doll Face?” he snorts. “Beat the entire Serpent Squad? They’re\nprofessional bounty hunters and might be too tough, even for you. They’ve taken\ndown other super-heroines, you know. Heroines just as strong and proud as you.\nWhat makes you think you can come out on top when others didn’t?”
\n“I can turn the tables on them, that’s what. I can hunt them for a change. Pick\nthe time and place for battle. Make them the prey, for once, and me the hunter.\nBut I need your help. I need to know where their headquarters is.”
\n“I think you overestimate your chances, super-babe. Even if you got through the\ngrunts, you would still have to deal with the head honcho and he is a real\nfreak. Strangest dude I have ever met, and believe me I have met some strange\nones. You do not want to mess with that guy.”
\n“I am willing to take my chances.”
\nJoey chuckles and steps closer still. God, he is big, I think. Must weigh\ntwo-sixty, at least. His shadow feels stifling, like it’s sucking the air out of\nthe room. “And what’s in it for me if I help you?” he says while staring into my\neyes.
\n“I already told you. I’ll drop off the ones I catch here at the Gulag. You can\nhave a nice reunion. Do whatever it is that you prisoner types do.”
\nAnother step closer. Practically on top of me, now. “Not good enough. What\nelse?”
\nI do my best to hide my nervousness. “You do not want them to be the ones to\ncapture me, do you? I know how you feel about me, about how you think that you\nown me--”
\n“Yeah,” he says lustfully. “I own you.”
\n“But if they capture me and hand me over to Don Refrain, you will never get your\nchance to prove it.” “I’m no snitch,” he replies. “And if you’re as tough as you\nclaim, then it shouldn’t be a problem.” He is only inches away from me, now, his\neyes staring downward, once again focused firmly on my
\nbreasts. I resist the urge to step back. I do not want to show fear. “Then maybe\nwe can strike some kind of bargain…”
\n“I’m listening.”
\n“You’re a short-timer, right? Only in for a couple of years? How about when you\nget out I make myself easy to find. We can get together for old time’s sake.\nI’ll even let you have the first shot.” He pauses and I know that I have his\ninterest. What I do not tell him is that the offer is good for me, too. A\nmeeting with Joey will give me the chance to take him down and put him right\nback in the joint, where he belongs. And I am willing to do whatever it takes to\nkeep this lunatic off of the streets of my city. “The first shot, eh? Can it be\nmy best shot?”
\n“Um, sure… whatever. Just tell me what you know.”
\nHe reaches toward me and snickers derisively when I flinch. But all he does is\ntake some of my hair in his hand. He strokes it fondly between his fingers, as\nif it is something to be highly valued. “I thought it was pretty fucked up when\nthe police caught me,” he says with a shrug. “I always thought it would be you\nthat put me in here. Either that or I would be the one to end your crime\nfighting career. But one way or the other, I always figured it would come down\nto us, one on one. No police, no Serpent Squad, no Don Refrain.”
\nI breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe this is going to work out after all. “So, will\nyou help me? Will you tell me where to find the Serpent--”
\nHis answer comes quick and hard. Moving faster than a man his size should be\nable to move, he grabs a huge handful of my scalp with one hand and my throat\nwith the other. He slams me back-first against the unforgiving concrete wall. He\nholds me there, leaning against me, the tip of his nose against mine, snarling\ninto my face.
\n“You’re pretty easy to find right now, Doll Face! What’s to stop me from taking\nmy best shot right here, right now?”
\nHe releases my hair and slides his hand downward across my chest and belly.\nBefore I realize what is happening, it is underneath my bikini bottom and a\nfinger is slipping inside of my tender slit. It drags excruciatingly across my\nexcited clit. He presses the side of his face against mine. A half day’s growth\nof whiskers prickle my soft skin. Warm breath tickles my nape. The strong\nfingers wrapped around my windpipe make it impossible to catch my breath. Two\nhundred and sixty pounds of rock solid man lean against me, pinning me. “Get off\nof me you brute!”
\nI raise my arms and grip his shoulders, preparing to push him away. The man is a\nfool. Doesn’t he know that I am as strong as ten men? Doesn’t he know that I can\npull his arms out of their sockets and break his bones? Doesn’t he know that—
\n“Oooohhhh…”
\nThe finger invading my slit draws slowly across my clit a second time and\nsuddenly I am no longer in the small room at the end of the cellblock, no longer\neven in the prison at all. The cement walls become wooden planks and the\noverhead fluorescent bulbs become moonlight. I am back on Pier Fifteen, breasts\nswollen and
\npussy wet, my body tormented beyond endurance by the Sartak, tormented beyond\nall hope by a thug named Joey Malokovich.
\n“You are so wet,” he whispers in my ear. “I know that you want this!”
\n“No… I don’t… stop…”
\nHis tongue flicks across my neck, finding erogenous zones that I never knew I\npossessed. He rubs and strokes my clit mercilessly, sending wave after wave of\nerotic sensations flowing through my lithe body. His finger knows just how to\ntouch me… how to stroke me… strength leaving my body… feel so helpless… I try to\nremember why I am here but my mind is clouded with sexual imagery. I try to\nremember who I am but can focus only on the finger and my burning clit. Now he\nis using two fingers, spreading the folds of soft skin, exposing my little bud\nand making it still more vulnerable to the nearly unbearable stimulation. I moan\nweakly, my hands dropping away from his shoulders and falling limp next to my\nhips…
\nAnd then, in the next instant, I am hanging upside down, dangling from a rope\nthat binds my ankles, my long body stretched out and helpless, Joey standing\nbehind me. His arms are wrapped around my slender figure, hands dancing across\nmy aching tits to the rhythm of the lapping surf. With each new stroke across my\nbreasts, my nipples scream in wonderful agony and a bit more of my strength and\nwill is stripped away. It goes on for long time… magical fingers… stroking…\ncaressing… squeezing… teasing… I am utterly helpless, panting for breath, my\nhands entangled with my hair, arms falling flaccidly downward toward the planks\nof the pier…
\nAnd then, suddenly, we are in the water and I am held under for too long, my\nstruggles fading as the last breath grows thin, my body going limp in the arms\nof my attacker. Sure of his victory, he pulls me to the surface and gives me the\nkiss of life, breathing air into my lungs and reviving me while at the same time\nstroking my breasts in order to keep me weak.
\n“Who’s your daddy?” he demands to know.
\nI cough up some water. “You… you’re my daddy.”
\nHe swims me to the shore and easily lifts my waterlogged figure in his powerful\narms. He carries me into a nearby building, a warehouse of some kind. We are\nalone, in the darkness, and he lays me on the cold cement floor between tall\nstacks of crates that serve as phallic-like monuments to his amazing sexual\ntalents. He spreads my thighs and pushes downward on my bent knees, pressing\nthem nearly to the floor, lifting my hips and opening me completely. He eagerly\npulls the fabric of my costume to the side, revealing my womanhood. He leans\nforward and enters me with his rock hard cock, plowing a path that quickly tames\nmy youthful body. He fucks me almost into oblivion and I am sure that this is\nthe end, sure that Ms. Marvelous is defeated and will rise no more. I feel him\ncome inside of me, filling me with stream after stream of hot semen, fueling an\nintense feeling of shame that is overshadowed only by my own burning and\nunrepentant desire. At last, spent but not finished, he pulls out of me and\nkneels between my parted legs. He proceeds to torture me with his tongue,\nworking over my nether lips and clit with gentle licks and kisses that drive me\nout of my mind. Yet each time my orgasm nearly reaches its explosive zenith, he\npulls back and waits for the sensations to subside just enough that I can\ncontinue on. Then, without pity or remorse, he again unleashes his cruel tongue\nand begins the agonizing process once more.
\n“Aaaaagggghhhh!” I finally cry out. “You are torturing me! Please, just make me\ncome! Please, I beg you, just make me come!”
\nAnd then, just as my humiliation is complete, and just as I am reduced to being\na sex-slave pleading for mercy, the Sartak-induced flashback is over and I am\nback in the prison, back in the little room with Joey leaning against me. I do\nnot know how long the hallucination may have lasted but it, and the fingers\nstroking my labia, have severely weakened me. I moan in utter misery as he kicks\nmy feet apart with his own, spreading my long legs wide to the sides so that he\ncan more easily and thoroughly destroy me.
\n“You are so wet,” he whispers in my ear. “You are nearly ready to climax on my\nfingers!” I moan helplessly as he plays with my clit for another sixty seconds.\nHe rubs my vulva and his efforts go unchallenged. My arms are limp. My eyelids\nare heavy and my head nods forward. I struggle for breath and get little. My\nbody is burning. He softly strokes my nether lips, spreading them wide and\nexposing my well lubricated hole. I feel so weak. I feel so vulnerable.
\n“Please… stop…”
\nHe is inside me, now, two fingers penetrating my love hole and exploring every\npart of a sopping pussy. I whimper like a virgin as he finds my g-spot and\ntortures it with several agonizing rubs. I feel like a helpless schoolgirl and\nwonder where the guards are. I want to be rescued but somehow know that help\nwill not be
\ncoming. It does not take a genius to know that the guards have been paid off,\ntold to remain outside the locked chamber despite any femininely cries of\ndistress that might come from within.
\nAn unwanted but undeniable fantasy enters my head, a dark fantasy of a beautiful\nblonde girl being thrown half-naked into a cell with hundreds of well-endowed\nconvicts, each wanting to fuck her. They do her in every orifice, without mercy,\neventually covering her head to toe in the sticky white goo of their powerful\nsex pistols. It goes on through the night and into the day, the girl a sex toy\nfor their pleasure. They fight over her, the strongest laying their claim and\ngetting to fuck her again and again, never satisfied, never willing to give her\nup. The guards watch from beyond the bars, wishing, just this once, that they\ntoo were prisoners and that they too could have a chance to ravage the virtuous\nyoung maiden.
\n“No more… please…”
\nHis thumb is drawing gentle circles atop my clit. Pre-orgasmic spasms vibrate\nthrough my vagina. My sphincter clenches. The impending orgasm is going to be\nhuge. It is going to be like a seizure, violently shaking my oversexed body and\ntwisting my femininely muscles into misshapen knots. I can feel it coming, an\nunstoppable force of nature that will end me. I do not know how much longer I\ncan last. I do not know how much longer I can survive this torment--
\nThe hand holding my throat loosens its grip. It lifts my chin so that my\nattacker might look into my dazed, blue eyes. Once again, I am amazed by the\nintensity of Joey’s dark stare. It penetrates me as surely as do his fingers. He\ncan see that I am defeated but continues to stroke my pussy, torturing me. He\nspeaks, whispering a secret into my ear.
\n“You know what, Doll Face? The Serpent Squad was probably right. I would not\nhave been able to let you go. I need you to be mine. You will always be mine.\nYou will always belong to me, always be my sex toy.” His lips smother mine with\na long and passionate kiss. I am defenseless as a long tongue enters and\nexplores my mouth. The memory of Pier Fifteen, so vivid and powerful in my mind,\nreturns once again. I remember how he nearly destroyed me, remember how he\nnearly made me his slave. Yet, I remember something else, too, something nearly\nas disturbing as the disabling weakness that has long since overcome my will to\nresist. I remember blood, not mine but rather that belonging to my friend, Joel\nSteiner. Pier Fifteen was the night that Joey broke Joel’s nose. That was the\nnight that he nearly murdered the brave but overmatched newspaper man. A spark\nof anger emerges as I remember the terrible sound of Joey’s fists repeatedly\ncracking off of my friend’s head. It does not take long for the spark to grow\ninto a fire.
\nI jerk my head away, breaking the devastating lip-lock. My eyes focus and boldly\nreturn his penetrating glare. Yet, my voice is husky as I speak, trembling as I\ntry desperately to hold back the orgasm burning in my loins. “You know the…\nproblem with you… Joey? You never know your limits… I do not belong to you… Ms.\nMarvelous does not belong… to any man…”
\nI force my hands to rise. I grip his huge biceps. He realizes the danger and\nincreases the tempo of his fingers, rubbing my g-spot more forcefully. His thumb\ndances over my swollen clit. My head leans back and my eyes close. I moan\nloudly, nearly finished. The angry fire burning inside of me is almost\noverwhelmed by an inferno of uncontrolled desire sweeping through my body. It\nwould be so easy to give up, so easy to let him finish me off. But I cannot be\ndefeated, not like this. I take a deep breath and gather my strength. I have one\nchance and one chance only. The orgasm is so close… so very… very… close…
\n“No! I am not your toy! ”
\nI blindly push upward and outward, throwing the big man off like a sack of\ngrain. He is airborne for a moment and then crashes back to earth, bouncing\nface-first off of the table and somersaulting backward into the shadows. He hits\nthe floor awkwardly, arms and legs entangled with the chair, pain shaking him\nfrom an insane and lustful reverie.
\nI remain against the wall, panting for breath and praying that he does not get\nup. I feel so weak. It is an effort simply to remain standing. I remain there\nfor a long time, my knees stiff and legs still spread wide, my wet pussy\nexposed. A drop of my fluids falls to the floor and splatters on the concrete.\nBut Joey is in bad shape, too. I hear a low groan from the opposite side of the\nroom. A hand emerges from beneath the table as he tries to get off the floor.
\nI compel myself straighten up. I adjust my costume. I shake my head, trying to\nregain my senses. It will do no good to show weakness. I have to appear strong.\nAnd no matter what else happens, I cannot let him touch me again.
\nBut as Joey rises slowly from the floor, I can tell that he wants no more of me,\neither, at least for the moment. He has a large, purple lump on his forehead. A\ntrickle of blood drips from his nose. “Ouch,” is all that he has to say.
\nI step away from the wall and smack my left fist into my right palm. It is a\nbluff- I am so weak and aroused that he could take me with little effort. But he\ndoes not know how badly off I am. I do my best to appear strong and confident.\n“Are you going to help me or do I have to beat the information out of you?” I\ndemand to know.
\nThere is a stupid grin on Joey’s mug and for a moment I fear that he sees\nthrough my charade, fear that he is going to charge me and take me to the floor.\nHe licks his fingers, the ones that had been inside of me, enjoying the taste.\nBut then, just as I have nearly given up hope of getting out of this room\nunscathed, he shrugs his shoulders and looks at me oddly.
\n“Yeah, I’ll help you. But I’m going to hold you to our bargain. When I get out,\nwe’ll meet and settle this. And I get the first shot.”
\nHe licks his fingers again and eyes my crotch. I want to break those fingers off\nand jam them into his eyes. “Agreed,” I sigh disdainfully.
\n“Then here is how you find those snake loving motherfuckers…”
\nI walk away minutes later, having all the information I need and more. Once he\ngot started, Joey spilled the whole can of beans- where to find the Serpent\nSquad, who their leader is, who they are working for, and even their current\ncontracts. But he got something in return, of course- wet fingers and a\ntitillating story for the other cons. That and the promise of a rematch when he\ngets out.
\nThe guards seem surprised to see me still in one piece but I ignore them. And\nthough I would not have thought it possible, the catcalls coming from behind the\nbars of the Gulag are even louder and more vulgar than the first time I passed\nby this way. I have little doubt but that the convicts have taken notice of my\njutting nipples, flushed skin, and disheveled hair. So be it- I simply do not\ncare. Most of these men have not seen or been with a woman in years. My five\nfoot nine inch body, spectacular in every regard and clad in a revealing,\nflesh-hugging costume, teases them beyond all reason. I strut my stuff and put\non a good show. It is cruel and unusual punishment and these bastards deserve\nevery bit of it.
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