Iniquity

                Iniquity: Prologue

 

The courtroom was packed, the anticipation heavy in the air. The judge was trying his best to appear calm, even though he was as excited as everyone in the courtroom was. After 5 months of waiting, the big verdict was about to come in, and he, the Honorable Judge Laurence, was about to preside over a historic event. The judge motioned to one of the deputies, and the room was suddenly quiet. Slowly, the 12 jurors filed into the room and the proceedings began.

               

                Kate was in the crowd of onlookers that was assembled outside the courthouse to hear the verdict. The atmosphere outside the courtroom was electric, and wild theories about how the verdict would go were flying in all directions. She noticed a man in a conservative black suit standing near the fire hydrant, impatient and cursing under his breath. His name was Mr. Gavin, and few people knew what he really did. All Kate knew was that he was ‘in charge of the defense’, in his own words.

 

She quickly walked towards him, “Did you follow the instructions to the letter?” she asked in a whisper.

 

“You know I did, dammit, now tell me you did your part too” he said and turned around and looked her in the eye. “We’ve been working on this for 2 months, everything is exactly the way it should be.”

 

Without answering, Kate evenly returned his gaze. She wasn’t sure if he was lying, but he looked so nervous and angry she decided he was most likely telling the truth. Reaching into her pocket, she took out a small cell phone and dialed a number. As soon as she heard the ring tone, she hung up. “Done. You have your verdict. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

 

As soon as he heard those words, he visibly sagged with relief. He had worked with this bitch for 2 months, as soon as he realized her importance. Working for the huge corporation that was the subject of the jillion-dollar lawsuit, he wasted no time, or money, making sure nothing went wrong. Her appearance had initially upset him, but he then saw the opportunity she presented. All he had to do was play along, and she would give him any verdict he wanted, for a price. How? He had hired every detective in the country to watch her and her game was simple. She had a friend in the jury, one that was very capable of manipulating the other members of the jury. All her little friend had to do was convince everyone to believe in what she did. Those that didn’t, she had thrown out of the jury for talking about the case, and replaced by an alternate that was more willing to do what she said. It was a brilliant plan, one that even impressed him. She now had $20 million in a Swiss Bank; pennies compared to what this verdict could have awarded.

 

Back inside the courtroom, Judge Laurence was swelling with confidence. He had been working very hard to make sure that his case would go smoothly, and he knew that everyone across the country would be reading the magic headline “Judge Laurence, presiding over the most important case of the century…” He smiled as his thoughts trailed and he lost himself in his fantasy. Then, with great pomp the foreman announced that the defendant was found “Not Guilty”, and the plaintiff awarded exactly $0. As Judge Laurence would remember this day for years to come, Justice had been carried out.

 

Outside the courtroom, the reaction was mixed, but nevertheless everyone reacted pretty much as expected. Local officials were already telling everybody how they had predicted the result years ago, and people were already lining up to take credit for the victory against the plaintiff.

 

As Kate heard the news, she looked across to the man in the suit and smiled behind her sunglasses. This had been something she had been planning for years, and, together with Jessica, they had made themselves $20 million. She could hardly contain her excitement as she shook hands with him, and then tried her best not to run away as she walked away from the courtroom. $20 million. It was hard for her to believe that she had finally done it, finally followed through with the plan of a lifetime. She was so happy that Jessica had handled the jury fine, that she had played the creepy man like a fool, and she was so happy she didn’t notice as two men spotted her and followed at a distance.

 

As soon as Kate left, the man by the fire hydrant lost the pathetic look he had faked for Kate’s benefit. He walked inside the building opposite the courthouse, went through the hidden door on the other side, and into the unmarked surveillance van waiting on the other side. He wanted to do this himself, not save it for any of the myriads of willing lackeys he had at his disposal. Working for such a big corporation allowed him practically unlimited funds, and as long as the bosses got away with a Not Guilty verdict, he could do whatever he liked.

 

He had been debating all those 2 months what he could do with Kate, and even if she could be trusted to convince the jury. He had had the best, trained professionals examine every facial expression, every eye movement, every slight twitch in her face when he recorded their ‘private’ meetings. The conclusion was unanimous; she was not lying about her influence on the jury. He had exhausted every possible lead, and every intimate detail about her, her partner, and every member of the jury. Sure, he reasoned, he could get the jury to do what he wanted with the usual mix of threats and bribery, but this was easier. Besides, he reasoned, if he snubbed her she might make the jury vote against him, out of spite. No, he reasoned, better to play along and wait until it was safely over.

 

He had a thick file on Kate and Jessica. Everything from where they were born, to where they went to school, to their various boyfriends, favorite movies, brand of toothpaste; he had it all. It had been obvious from the start that once the trial was over, she had to be taken out. How didn’t matter, but the risk that she might tell someone about her little adventure was not something his bosses were going to accept. He thought about killing her, but had decided that would be too easy. Besides, he had always dreamed of owning a pet, and now he had one within his grasp…

 

“Lets go to the next location, a little before she supposed to meet Jessica. I have a little surprise planned…”

 

Jessica walked down the path she had rehearsed a thousand times, only before she hadn’t been in such obvious bliss. Everything had worked out the way she planned, and she had trouble visualizing herself as a millionaire. What the hell, she thought, she would think of something to do with all that money. Maybe she would buy a little island in the pacific, and spend the rest of her life there, in a worry free environment… She suddenly stopped. Cautiously turning around, she saw two men following her, but as soon as she turned they had hidden behind a building. This was definitely not something she rehearsed. She prayed that it was just a fluke and walked, a little faster, towards the designated spot. Again, they emerged and followed her, 3 blocks behind.

 

Now openly running, she ran into a building, up a flight of stairs, then back down a different flight of stairs and onto the street. Quickly checking around, she was relieved to see that she had lost them. Perfect, she thought and walked up to their rendezvous point. Her plan was to wait here until Jessica could slip out of the courtroom, and make her way into their little spot. From there, they would sail away with all that money…

 

Walking down the corridor, she hummed to herself as she slid the key into the lock and opened the door. As soon as she stepped in and closed the door of the little studio they had rented, she looked up and saw herself staring into the end of a pistol.

 

“Hello, there. Don’t make any noise, and everything will be just fine. Now be nice and put your hands on your head…”

 

Horrified, she barely understood what he had said, as she numbly lifted her hands to her head. Immediately she felt someone behind her, cuffing her hands.

 

“Look at me” the hypnotic voice of the gunman drawled. “Recognize me?”

 

As she looked up, she recognized the face of the representative from the huge corporation, the one that she had just signed the deal with, mere minutes ago. Mr. Gavin. Only now he wasn’t cringing or nervous, but calm. She felt like a mouse in front of a snake, a snake that was eyeing her hungrily…

 

“You see, we don’t like it when our little business gets sued. But we also don’t like to make deals with… strangers.” The voice continued. “Ours is an exclusive family, and after thinking it over, we decided that you know way too much about our way of doing business. “

 

She felt the man behind her put his hand over her mouth, and struggled against his grip. He effortlessly held her in a headlock, and she could see Mr. Gavin coming closer to her, his gun now only at his side…

 

He calmly took a syringe from his pocket, lifted it to her neck, and as she felt the sting of the needle, everything began to blur. The last words she heard before she collapsed completely were “Don’t take this personally…”

 

 

Jessica was elated. All the morons in the jury had listened to her open mouthed all wishing for this retarded trial ordeal to end. They had argued for awarding the plaintiff money, and as one jury member eloquently put it, “lets like give … uh, a billion dollars”. But in the end, they realized that the longer they argued with Jessica, the longer they would be stuck in this little room, so finally they all just agreed with her to get the hell out of this courtroom. To hell with the plaintiff and his lawsuit, they just wanted to go home.

 

She quietly avoided the media and slipped down the same street Kate had walked minutes before. The two men that Kate had seen were watching nearby. As she came near an intersection, one of them suddenly walked out in front of her, staring right at her. She panicked for a second, who is this guy? She turned around to go another way, to avoid crossing this creep when she saw another one behind her. Now really panicking, she turned to run, but the first was suddenly right next to her. He punched her in the stomach, and winded, Jessica struggled for air. The other threw a bag over her head, and she passed out seconds later. A van came up the empty street, and they loaded her body into the back, got in, and sped off.

 

 

Mr. Gavin had worked this out weeks ago. He knew of the importance of the two blackmailers, and he knew exactly what to do to them. Kate was the real problem, she was the one that had made contact with him, and signed the actual deal. Jessica, on the other hand, knew nothing. She couldn’t even tell anyone what she had done, after all she had illegally found her way onto the jury, influenced them, etc. She was unimportant, and Gavin had decided to use her as a gift to some of his associates. Kate was his. He knew that the corporation’s secret was in her, and had decided against killing her. “There were better uses for her”, he mused.

 

Iniquity: Chapter 1.

 

I woke up slowly, my head pounding. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t see anything! It was dark, smelly… and the ground was moving? I struggled to stand up but my legs felt too weak, and when I tried to reach my hand out to support myself, I realized it was tied behind my back. Just when I realized that I was in fact in the back of some car, with my hands cuffed behind my back and a hood over my face, I remembered what happened. The trial. Those two creepy men that had somehow knocked me out, and yes, put me in a van. My heart skipped a beat as I suddenly realized the real, horrible truth of my situation. I frantically sat up and tried to free my hands, but nothing would budge. I must have struggled for hours, because I eventually gave up and just sat still, quietly crying.

 

I must have fallen asleep, because I woke with a start when the van stopped moving. I nervously tried to make myself as small as possible, and I could hear voices outside the van. I heard the jingle of keys, and then a male voice laughing.

 

I was dragged out of the van, put on my feet, and then half dragged, half carried up a flight of stairs, and then dumped on the floor. I instinctively curled into a ball, trying my best to be as small as possible.

 

“Stand up! I said stand the fuck up!” shouted a voice, and when I didn’t move he roughly grabbed my hair through the hood and pulled me to my knees. “When I tell you to do something, you do it, got that?” he growled into my ear.

 

The pain from his grip on my hair was intense, and it was all I could do to stay quiet. He twisted his hand in my hair, and when he heard me whimpering he dropped me in disgust.

 

“When I take off your hood, you better fucking keep quiet, ok?”

 

I nodded limply, and I felt him reach behind my neck, fumble with something, and then I had to shut my eyes quickly because it was so bright.

 

“Poor baby, look at her, she must’ve been cryy-ing during the trip” a voice mocked me.

 

“Lets make her feel better, she looks so sad” another chimed in.

 

I felt rough hands grabbing my shirt, and I tried to say something, but my throat was too dry and I could barely make anything out. My eyes had almost adjusted to the light, and I could see the outlines of what seemed like hundreds of hands pulling at my shirt.

 

In a frenzied rush, I tried to pull myself away from the hands groping me. I blindly ran in one direction, and as I freed myself from them I heard my shirt rip.

 

I staggered against the wall and squinting, tried to look at my assailants. There were 3 men, and all of them looked huge compared to me. I’m only 5’ 6”, but these guys looked to be well over 6 feet. They crowded the little room we were in, and I could make out a door behind them. I suddenly noticed that they had gone suspiciously quiet, and mustering all my courage I spoke up,

“I won’t tell anyone. Please, I promise, just let me go” I begged.

 

“Oh no” One of them softly growled, slowly coming towards me. “No, I don’t think so”

 

He was 2 feet away from me, moving slowly towards me. He suddenly reached out and shoved me against the wall.

 

“You’re going to do exactly what I say, cunt.” He put his knee between my legs, moving it up until I was standing on my toes to keep away from him.

 

I turned away from him, but with my hands still cuffed behind my back I couldn’t move. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at him.

 

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. You either be a good girl, and take off all your clothes, or we do it for you.”

 

I could see the other two men behind him smiling. I nodded desperately, incoherently babbling “yes, yes, please, I’ll be good, yes…”

 

He stepped back from me, and I cowered against the wall.

 

“Turn around”

 

I obediently turned around for him, and he grabbed my wrists and undid the cuffs.

 

“Now I think its time you stopped fooling around. Take off your clothes, NOW!”

 

He yelled the last word, and I almost jumped in fear. Slowly what he wanted dawned on me, and hesitantly I kicked off my shoes and started pulling off my jeans.

 

I desperately wished I had worn more clothes, but with the temperature well in the 90s, I had practically overdressed. Once I had my jeans and the remains of my shirt in a puddle at my feet, I hesitated with taking off my bra.

 

“Ok, let’s cut the drama,” one of the tall guys said. He walked up to me, grabbed my hair and shoved me to my knees. I instinctively tried to push his hands away from my head, when another walked behind me and ripped my bra off.

 

“Look, her nipples are hard. I bet she loves this”, and with a crude laugh he started mauling my tits from behind.

 

The third guy then put his hand on my crotch, and pushed my panties down to my knees. “Look, she even keeps her hair trimmed. I bet you’ve been waiting for this all your life.”

 

With that the guy holding my hair let go and I lost my balance, falling face down onto the floor. I heard a zipper being pulled and then I felt something shoving at my ass. I tried desperately to somehow move away, but I felt something else enter my pussy.

 

“Oh god... no... please” I moaned as the second man started fucking my pussy. Distracted by him, the first guy managed to stick his cock into my ass, and slowly, painfully, began shoving it up.

 

The third guy moved around to the front, where I was getting fucked doggy-style in both holes. He took my head in his hands and shoved his cock near my mouth. By then I was so distracted by the other two pounding my holes that I barely even noticed his cock inches from my face.

 

I suddenly felt him grab my nipples, hard and start pinching them. “Suck it or you're gonna really get hurt” he growled.

 

Instinctively I took his dick in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. He relaxed his grip on my nipples and started fucking my face.

 

I could feel the man behind me start panting heavily, and then suddenly he grunted and I could feel his cock explode in my ass. He pulled his cock out, still spurting cum, and covered my back in his sticky fluid.

 

After all three covered me in their cum, they dumped me in a corner of the room and opened several cans of beer. I lay huddled in a pile of their cum, sobbing to myself.

 

They were talking loudly, pointing at me and laughing to themselves, but I didn't understand a word of what they said. I was alternating between the fear of being left in the corner like this, and what would happen when they noticed me again.

 

Eventually one of them went up to me, squatted near my face and looked me in the eye.

 

“Be a good girl, and open your mouth” he asked me, almost gently.

 

I was so scared I obeyed him, not even thinking about it. He took a ball gag and forced it into my mouth, stretching my jaws open wide.

 

Apparently satisfied, he went back to where the other two were drinking beer. He whispered something to them, and they all laughed, looking at me. I tensed in apprehension at what they were planning.

 

Finally one of them came up to me, grabbed my hair in one hand, and with the other clamped my nose shut. I couldn't breathe. Panicking, I started to thrash my legs but he just held on. Just as everything was beginning to spin slightly he let go of my nose and I breathed in deeply, through my nose. As soon as I breathed in I sneezed violently and then breathed in again. I could feel mucus seeping out of my nose.

 

Apparently, another guy had put a small plate in front of my nose, and when I inhaled I had snorted whatever he put on that plate. I could see him still holding the plate, grinning stupidly.

 

After that, I felt like I was floating somewhere far away. My mind was completely blank, and when they alternated fucking me from behind, I even enjoyed it. I was fucking a storm, and whenever I felt like I would pass out, they forced me to snort some more.

 

Eventually I felt everything go black. I must have passed out, because I woke up jammed in the trunk of some car.

 

It came to a stop, and when he opened the trunk, it was dark outside.

 

He grabbed me by whatever part of me wasn't covered in cum, pulled me onto the road, and shoved me face down in the gutter.

 

“Later, cunt. It was fun” he said with a smile, kicked me in the groin, and then got back in the car and sped away.

 

I was totally naked on the side of the road, and I tried to ask for help, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was a mix of cum, saliva, and urine. I was vaguely confused about the piss, I couldn't remember anyone pissing in my mouth; but then there was a lot that I didn't remember. I tried to crawl somewhere, to hide myself and then die in the corner, but I soon passed out, mere feet from where I had been dumped.

 

 

 

 

I woke up suddenly. The first thing I remembered was Gavin, approaching me with a needle. He was saying something, but I couldn't remember a word. Then, nothing.

 

Opening my eyes, I looked around, and noticed that I was tied, spread-eagled on a bed. That didn't seem too surprising; I didn't doubt Gavin was the kind of creep that would do something like this.

 

I didn't have to wait too long to find out; soon the door opened and Gavin, with another man walked into the room. The other man had had long, black hair, sharp blue eyes, and a totally expressionless face.

 

“What the FUCK do you think you're doing to me!” I yelled as soon as they came in.

 

They barely looked up, so I continued “Let me go, you sick bastard”

 

Gavin muttered something to his pal, and he smiled. Then the long haired guy walked up to the bed I was tied on, pulled something out of his pocket, and held it over my mouth.

 

His face was literally on top of me, and I could feel his eyes staring at me intensely.

 

“Open your mouth” he said softly. I didn't dare, I knew he would try and gag me somehow.

 

Patiently, as if disciplining a small child, he reached out and pinched my nose. I tried to move my head away but he held on. Eventually I opened my mouth and he shoved the dildo into my mouth.

 

Apparently satisfied, he drew back and continued his conversation.

 

“...Not bad, considering the background you gave me. But not great, you understand?” said the long haired one.

 

“Look, Jim, I gave you 300 pages on her. What do you see now that you didn't see in the countless psychological, physical, and mental evaluations about a dozen shrinks gave on her?” said Gavin, apparently frustrated.

 

“Just relax, ok? I'm trying to keep my options open” said Jim, smiling slightly.

 

“Whatever. You done here?” asked Gavin, but Jim was already half way towards the door.

 

After I heard the door slam, I remembered their conversation about me. What did they think they were doing, sharing 300 page files on me? Was Gavin trying to convince Jim about something? What was in that 300 page document anyway? I wanted to read what the shrinks had to say about me...

 

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening again. Two black men, dressed like gangsters walked in. Behind them was a stunning blond that was completely naked, except for some ridiculously high heels, and stockings.

 

Without a word, the blond got up on the bed, and started attaching something around my neck. I tried to say something through my gag, but she didn't appear to notice. She was straddling me on the bed, and didn't seem to care that I was staring right at her pussy. I looked away, ashamed, but found myself peeking at it anyway.

 

Meanwhile, the two black men had positioned themselves on either side of the bed. They unhooked my hands, which were tied at the two ends of the bed.

 

After the blond had finished attaching what felt like a collar, she slid back a little and started taking off my shirt. I tried to stop her, but my hands would barely move; they were still sore from being tied in place for so long.

 

Once the blond had my shirt off, she started taking off my bra. This had gone too far, so I tried to sit up and punch this weird whore or something. I wasn't going down without a fight, I reasoned.

 

As soon as the two guys noticed my hands were out of the shirt, they grabbed my wrists and cuffed them to my collar. Then, one of them pulled the collar back onto the bed, and fastened it to the head of the bed.

 

The only sounds in the room were my own heavy breathing, and the sound of the blond working to pull my legs out of my pants. This was completely insane.

 

After she had my pants around my ankles, she pulled my panties all the way down, and got off the bed.

 

One of the guys, (guards I figured) got bored and started playing with my tits. His hands would roam all over them, occasionally fingering my nipples. I tried to say something, but he just could not keep his hands off my tits.

 

“What you doin'” the other guard asked, looking up.

 

“Just getting to know her” he answered, without looking up “whats wrong with you? Are you gay or something?”

 

“Don't you ever get tired?” the other one asked, bored. “You like some kind of machine, man. What, 5 minutes ago you were screwing some whore, and now you still horny?”

 

The first guard just ignored him and started squeezing my nipples. I gasped through my gag as he pulled it hard, too hard. I squirmed to relieve the pressure on my nipples, with no success.

 

“Look, she likes this” he added helpfully. “she's movin' around or something”

 

The other guard just shook his head and continued messing with something in his hand. “Wheres Kelly?” he asked suddenly. The first guard didn't seem to care, he was squeezing my nipples so hard I had tears in my eyes.

 

Finally the blond came back, holding something, but I was too distracted to notice what.

 

Suddenly I felt her touching my pussy, and realized she was trying to shave it. I almost started crying, why was this all happening?

 

Eventually, the guard let go of my tits and started pacing around the room, almost like he was expecting something. I quickly lost interest in him when the blond whore, Kelly, started really feeling around. She found my clit, and started flicking it. I could see the faintest outline of a smile on her face.

 

Despite myself, I was getting wet. I couldn't believe I could possibly be getting excited with another woman touching me, but even as I thought that I let out an involuntary moan.

 

Just as quickly as she started, she stopped. Apparently finished shaving me, she got up and stood near the wall. I noticed she averted her eyes, away from any of the guards, or me.

 

The second guard finally looked up, saw that Kelly was done, and motioning to the other guard he went to my ankles and removed the cuffs holding them to the ends of the bed. Once they were free, he attached a lead to my collar and pulled me off the bed. My legs were still sore, and I collapsed, my hands useless and chained to my neck.

 

He didn't seem to notice that I had fallen, and kept pulling on the lead. Finally realizing that I wasn't getting up, he grabbed a chunk of my hair, and dragged me out of the room.

 

I regained the use of my legs about halfway through the corridor, but he didn't seem to care either. He just continued pulling me by my hair until we reached a door. Then, he released my hands from my neck, removed the gag, and literally threw me into the room.

 

As I picked myself off the floor, another person staggered into the little cell, and then the door slammed.

 

 

I edged away into the corner, staring at my apparent cell-mate. I was shocked when I noticed it was Kelly.

 

Coughing slightly, I cleared my throat and asked, “what the hell are you doing in here?”

 

She seemed shy, unwilling to look at me.

 

“I, um, live here” she mumbled.

 

“What?” I asked. “What is this place... why am I here?”

 

She finally looked at me, and smiled shyly. “I don’t know” she said a little louder. “They just spend their time making us do stuff…” she trailed off, and looked at the ground again.

 

“'us'?” I asked, incredulously. “who's this 'us'? What are you, some kind of sex toy?”

 

“I'm sorry” she suddenly. “I haven't been here long.” She looked around the room, as if searching for something else to talk about.

 

I wasn't taking this crap, I said to myself. Standing up, I walked over to where Kelly was sitting and almost yelled, “I said, what is this place!”

 

Shaking her head, she started inching away from me. I was furious, this bitch was obviously working for Gavin, or Jim, or whatever creeps that ran this place. I grabbed her neck and started squeezing, panting “Tell.. me... what... this... place... is!”

 

She weakly pushed back against my hands, her eyes now filled with fear. I realized that she obviously couldn't answer me while I was choking her, but I didn't care. I just kept pushing, squeezing her stupid little neck. Her legs were jerking behind me, and I could see her face turning blue. There were tears coming out of her eyes.

 

I kept choking her, completely insane with anger now. I wanted to kill this bitch, choke her until she died.

 

I didn't even hear the cell door burst open, and only realized that there was someone in the room when I felt a guard punch me in the back. Falling on her in pain, I was hauled out of the room by a guard, breathless. Just as I was pulled from the cell, I looked back and saw Kelly, now on her stomach, coughing into the ground. Just as she turned her head to look at me the cell door slammed shut and cut off my view of her.

 

“What the FUCK were you doing” the guard kept asking me as he slapped my face. I couldn't answer, the vision of Kelly lying there still in my eyes. He dragged me into another room, threw me in, and came in after me.

 

Pulling my hands over my head, he attached them to a hook in the ceiling and pulled until I could barely reach the ground with my toes.

 

“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you” he spat as he gave me a final slap and left the room, slamming the door.

 

I had little time to ponder what I had done, when Jim and Gavin came into the room. Gavin was smoking now; he looked at me like I was some specimen in a zoo.

 

Jim, on the other hand, was rubbing his hands. He looked like an excited freak, and kept licking his lips like a maniac.

“Perfect” he said. “This is amazing. How much?” he asked, looking at Gavin.

 

“We agreed on a price” Gavin said slowly, his look of utter confusion at Jim's response quickly vanishing as he blew smoke at me.

 

“Awesome. Great, just great!” Jim exclaimed, he was almost yelling now.

 

“Ok, then, its a deal?” asked Gavin, his eyes a little wider as he stared at Jim in shock.

 

“Deal, deal, mine, YES!” Jim suddenly burst out. He was laughing now, spit flying out of his mouth.

 

Gavin considered him again, then said quickly “done. I'm out of here.”

 

He left the room without a backward glance. Jim, barely even noticed him leave. “Oh yes Gavin, its a deal, yes, deal... HA!” he looked suddenly, and finding Gavin gone, he turned around and stared directly into my eyes. His small blue eyes shining, I could see the excitement in his eyes.

 

He kept staring at me, so I looked away. Finally, as if snapping out of a trance, he abruptly walked out of the room muttering.

 

The guard came back in, whistling. “Man, you don't see the boss like that everyday.”

 

He unhooked my hands from the ceiling, and let me crumple at his feet. This guard was the excitable one, the one that obsessed with my tits earlier. His breath smelled of beer, and he looked totally drunk.

 

“This calls for some celebration!” he announced, and unzipping his fly with joy, pulled his cock out and rammed it down my throat.

 

Caught completely by surprise, I gagged reflexively and started to choke. He just kept pushing his cock in, until it touched the back of my throat and kept going. I was really gagging now, I couldn't breathe at all.

 

He barely seemed to notice, and when he pulled his cock out, he was about to ram it back in when he noticed that I had emptied the contents of my stomach onto his pants.

 

“Ugh, nasty, you fucking slut!” he yelled, and kicked me, trying to wipe the barf out of his pants.

 

The other guard walked in, and seeing the mess his friend made, burst out laughing.

 

“You goddam moron, this bitch probably never had a cock in her mouth before” he laughed. The other guard was still busy wiping my barf off his pants.

 

Giving his friend another look, he picked me up roughly, wiped my mouth with a dirty rag, and then walked me back to my cell. I was in a daze and didn't protest at all. Before he opened the door of my cell, he pinned me against the wall.

 

“Whatever you do, don't choke Kelly, ok?” and laughing, he opened the door and threw me into the cell.

 

Still momentarily dazed I just blindly moved to the wall and sat down against the wall. Kelly was lying on the floor nearby, and when she saw me move towards her she almost ran to the other side of the cell.

 

I was still trying to get the awful taste out of my mouth, and somehow digest what I had seen and done in the last half-hour.

 

Kelly broke my reverie by saying in a choking voice, “I... I'm sorry, Kate”

 

“Huh?” I looked up without understanding her.

 

This time she looked back at me, with tears still streaking down her face.

 

“I don't know” she whispered. “I'm sorry... I didn't want to hurt you...” She buried her face in her hands again and continued sobbing.

 

I was so dazed I hardly heard her, the image of Jim ranting still clouding my mind. I was reliving the guard forcing his cock down my throat; my thoughts all jumbled and confused...

 

I slept fitfully that night, waking occasionally to the sound of Kelly sobbing in the corner.