But she was clothed, and that meant she could do one thing before she went to meet the Governor.
She bent down, picked up her discarded tape recorder, and slipped it into her bra.
The record button was within easy reach, but apart from a slight bulge, the tape recorder itself was totally hidden.
Which was good – because she didn’t want the Governor to know she’d be recording his every word.
Chapter Sixteen
When Ellie was finally dressed, the guard gave her a nod.
“Come with me, ma’am.”
She scooped up her laptop and notes and, slightly bow-legged, hobbled out into the corridor behind him.
The prison was a mess. As Ellie was led down the old corridor, she could smell the scent of ash and tear gas still in the air. Broken chairs and furniture littered the stone floors, and graffiti – and occasionally what looked like excrement – was smeared on the walls.
“Fucking animals,” the guard sneered, as he noticed Ellie looking at the damage.
Eventually, they arrived back at the Governor’s office, and Ellie was shown inside.
Governor Voorhees sat behind his enormous desk, and looked up as she entered.
“So, you made it?”
Ellie nodded.
“George,” the Governor was talking to the guard. “Leave us, please.”
“Yessir.”
The door shut.
Ellie found herself alone in the Governor’s office.
“Put your stuff on the table there,” the Governor didn’t get up. “And come and take a seat.”
Ellie nodded. She laid her computer and notes on the table and, as her back was turned to the Governor, quickly reached into her blouse to switch on the tape recorder stuffed into her bra.
“Come on,” the grizzled older man snapped. “We have to get you out of here soon, and we need to talk soon.”
Taking a deep breath, Ellie crossed the room and sat down in one of the chairs opposite the Governor’s desk. The plastic was cold against her bare thighs.
“So,” the Governor stared across the table at her. “They raped you.”
Ellie said nothing.
“Either they raped you, or you’re such a liberal little bitch that you decided to share that sweet little ass of yours with six dirty inmates.” He licked his lips. “Wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve seen weirder things.” He shrugged. “We had a female psychologist here once – until we found out she was fucking the prisoners.”
“W-what’s your point?” Ellie demanded.
The Governor leaned back, and his chair creaked as it supported his weight.
“So what happens now?” He asked.
“I-I don’t understand.”
“Are you gonna file a lawsuit? Call the cops?” The Governor leaned forward. “I fucking warned you what would happen if a tight little piece of ass like you paraded herself in front of these animals, and now it’s happened I have to know just how bad the damage is going to be.”
Ellie blinked.
“I-I… I hadn’t thought about it.”
“Well, listen. Tell me what you need to make this… quiet.”
“Quiet?”
“You want compensation? I have a discretionary fund I can write you a check from right now. You need medical attention? We can have the doctors in the infirmary give you some ointment and the morning after pill.” He shrugged. “You’re in luck. We’re one of the only prisons in the country without any STD breakouts amongst the inmates.”
Ellie shivered at the thought.
“Yeah. The only thing you likely caught was a pregnancy.”
The Governor looked at her with his steely grey eyes: “So what do you need to make this little ‘incident’ slip under the radar?”
She gulped.
She’d just been brutally gang-fucked on a table by six of his prisoners, and he was looking to talk his way out of it as casually as if this was a restaurant, not a prison, and she was merely sending back an undercooked steak.
Ellie narrowed her eyes.
Well, fuck him.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said icily. “We can start with you answering a few questions for me.”
The Governor frowned.
“Like what?”
Ellie tried to control her nerves, and stop her voice from wavering.
“One of the prisoners was telling me that this is a ‘for profit’ prison. Is that true?”
The Governor blinked.
“They’re all for profit. What’s your point?”
“And you get paid by the number of prisoners you have, right?”
“We get a stipend from the government for each inmate,” the Governor nodded. “Pretty standard, really.”
“And from that stipend… what you don’t spend on housing and feeding them is profit, right?”
The Governor’s fists clenched.
“I don’t think I like where this is going,” he growled.
“So it’s in your best interests to keep this prison as full as possible, right?” Ellie was feeling more confident as each word left her mouth. “So is it true that you give kickbacks to judges so they’ll sentence kids to jail time here?”
The Governor was silent.
He stared at Ellie for several long, scary moments. Ellie sat, terrified by the look on the stern man’s face.
Finally, he spoke:
“Why, haven’t you become a host of misinformation in the course of the last few hours?” His big hands curled even tighter into fists. “I guess it’s true – you really can have the brains fucked out of you.”
Ellie’s cheeks turned pink.
“Well,” she forced herself to say. “Is it true?”
The Governor stared at her menacingly. Then, finally, he got up from his seat.
“What a pity,” he said, as he stepped around his desk and began to circle Ellie’s chair like a predator. “I’d hoped I’d just be able to pay you off and send your slutty little ass back to Brooklyn, where it belongs.”
A heavy hand fell on her shoulder.
“But guess who suddenly decided to start playing investigative journalist?”
As he said that, the Governor knelt down – until his face was level with Ellie’s. His hot breath assaulted her nostrils.
“Well, why don’t I give you exactly what you’re after?”
And as he said that, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ellie’s.
She screamed. Her eyes opened wide and she shot back in her chair, trying to escape the big, heavy man’s weight. But he pinned her there – clamping her arms to her sides with his big hand and stabbing his tongue into her mouth.
Only after she stopped struggling did the big man pull his mouth away, and lick his lips.
Slap! The palm of his hand struck the side of Ellie’s face.
She screamed, and held her hand to her stinging cheek.
“Okay, you silly bitch,” the Governor sneered. “Here’s now it’s going to go: You clearly aren’t going to take the carrot, so I’m going to have to offer you the stick instead.”
And then he stood up, and with his crotch level with Ellie’s face, started unbuckling his belt.
“You got raped today by six prison inmates,” he sneered. “I’ll file that in my report. That’s going to be enough to make sure nobody you report this to is going to ask too many questions.”
“R-report what to?” Ellie stammered, wiping his saliva from her lips with the back of her hand.
“This,” pulling open his pants, the Governor dug into his boxer shorts and then pulled out seven inches of thick, throbbing, cock.
Ellie gasped.
The Governor chuckled, stroking his half-erect cock. It rose proudly from a nest of curly black pubic hair, swelling to even great width as he saw the frightened expression on Ellie’s face.
“I’ll tell you everything you need to know,” he sneered. “And as I do so, I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you. And you kno
w what?”
Ellie said nothing. Her eyes were wide, as she stared at the Governor’s thick cock.
“Nobody’s going to believe you,” he told her, as he took a menacing step closer. “After you got your slutty ass pounded by six dirty inmates, nobody’s going to believe you if I tell them I took my turn too.”
He grinned.
“Now why don’t you shut the fuck up and listen, while I find a productive use for that pretty little mouth of yours?”
Chapter Seventeen
The Governor grabbed a fistful of Ellie’s tangled brown hair. With a jerk, he yanked her to her feet.
Ellie cried, tears springing to her eyes.
“Ow! That hurts…”
“That’s the point.”
The Governor was holding her high, so Ellie had to stand on tip-toes to prevent him yanking her hair from her scalp.
“Now let me get a look at you.”
Off balance, she was helpless to prevent him spinning her around. She wailed, the pressure on her scalp increasing.
The Governor ignored her cries. He was peering down at the tiny girl, in her torn and tattered clothes, with a hungry look in his eyes.
“Oh, you’re lovely.”
Still holding her hair, he used his other hand to stroke Ellie’s pale, smooth skin.
She whimpered. His big hand was rough and calloused.
The Governor’s rough palm slid up her hip, before gently cupping one of her tiny breasts through her blouse. Ellie breathed a sigh of relief – it wasn’t the cup with the tape recorder hidden inside.
The Governor squeezed.
“Pretty little titties,” his half-hard cock had swollen to salute, rising like a flagpole from his crotch. “You are an attractive little thing, aren’t you?” With that he released the grip on Ellie’s hair and she fell gratefully back to her chair.
Her skirt rode up, and without panties that meant her naked butt hit the plastic. It was cold and hard.
As she sat down, Ellie realized she was now eye-level with The Governor’s crotch. His thick, throbbing cock was pointing angrily in her face.
His thick fingers wrapped themselves around her hair again.
“Now,” tugging her hair, The Governor yanked Ellie’s face towards his crotch. “I’m sure you have no confusion at what I expect from you.”
“I…”
Slap! The Governor’s palm left a stinging imprint on her cheek.
“Do as you’re told, slut.”
Ellie submissively opened her mouth.
The Governor threw his head back as he felt the warm wetness envelope his straining dick.
The wet sound of suckling echoed off the walls of his office.
The big man peered down.
Ellie was sucking him obediently, her lips stretched wide to accommodate his thick cock. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she engulfed the throbbing head of his penis.
“Good girl,” he murmured, using his grip on her hair to force her further onto his cock. “Use your tongue like a good little slut.”
The slurping grew louder.
The Governor reveled in the sensation. Ellie was obviously inexperienced, but she seemed to be doing a fine enough job pleasuring him with her talented lips and tongue.
“Did those dirty bastards make you suck their cocks?” He asked. “Did you like it?”
Ellie mumbled a protest, her mouth stuffed with dick.
“Never mind,” the Governor moaned.
As she worked on his cock, the big man appraised the rest of her body. Her tiny little tits, barely covered by her torn blouse. Her little pale bottom, hanging out of the skirt… He had ambitions for that…
“So, princess,” the Governor purred, as he allowed Ellie to suck his cock. “You’re not wrong about the bribes. I need to have a good circulation of prisoners to keep this place full – so every month I call around to my friends on the judicial circuit and they come up with a little arrangement.”
Ellie obediently sucked and slurped the Governor’s thick cock; but she was listening intently.
“You take a few punks like the kids who raped you – those brothers Malik and Zion? You get them in court on some minor stuff – and then instead of community service or parole, I get the judge to send ‘em to me, instead.”
He chuckled, peering down as Ellie struggled to swallow his cock.
“The judge likes it, because he gets to look ‘tough on crime.’ The township likes it, because they get trouble-making looking punks off the street. And I like it, because my bosses give me a bonus for each and every one.”
There was a ‘pop’ as The Governor yanked Ellie’s mouth off his cock. Grasping his thick, throbbing shaft like a nightstick, the older man slapped Ellie wetly on the cheek with it.
Slap!
A yank of her hair pulled her head up, until her tear-filled eyes met his.
“And you think you can stop me?” he sneered. “Without any proof, bitch, you’re just going to be another slutty liberal college chick whining about how unfair the system is.”
Ellie’s lips were glistening. Spittle dribbled down her chin.
“So you’ll keep sending innocent kids to prison,” she gasped, finally able to breath, “and getting paid for it?”
“Why the fuck not?” The Governor grinned. “I paid this semester’s college dues for my daughter on what Malik and Zion added to my bottom line.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Maybe. But I’m not the one who’s had six cocks in me today.” With a yank of her hair, The Governor hauled the girl to her feet. With his free hand, he grabbed her tiny breast and squeezed it hard. Ellie yelped, but was once again grateful that he’d somehow missed the side of her bra with the tape recorder in it.
“It’s about to be seven cocks,” he grinned.
Ellie whimpered, squirming in The Governor’s grip.
He twisted her nipple, eliciting another anguished cry.
“Well, since you’re so keen on finding out more about the prison experience, perhaps I can help out,” he sneered.
Then. with the fistful of her hair, he span Ellie around. Kicking the plastic chair aside, he bent her over his study desk and slammed her down, until her cheek was pressed against the cold oak.
She was bent in two, her tiny bottom sticking out, barely covered by her torn skirt.
It was uncomfortable – the Governor was holding her wrists behind her back, and the only thing cushioning her were her tiny breasts, squished against the table’s icy surface. The tape recorder dug into her chest painfully.
The Governor released her hair.
She felt one of his hands press down between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the table.
“Did any of those prisoners introduce you to the good, old-fashioned prison ass-rape?” he laughed.
He released her wrists, and with his free hand lifted the edge of her torn, plaid skirt. Ellie gasped as the cold air hit her bare ass.
The Governor chuckled, stroking her exposed buttocks.
“I’ve got an arrangement going with some of the older prisoners,” the Governer explained, his knee forcing its way between Ellie’s thighs. “When I bring in scared little kids like Malik and Zion, I make sure they get a few hours alone with them in the prison shower, for an experience a lot like the one you’re about to enjoy.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ellie felt her legs wrenched apart. Suddenly, her bare feet left the concrete floor and her torso on the desk was supporting her whole weight.
“I find subjecting the boys to a bit of sodomy is remarkably effective in encouraging obedience. I get the worst prisoners to ass-fuck the new kids into submission, and they’re welcomed into the prison system in style.”
“S-sodomy?” Ellie whimpered, as the Governor’s hand spread the cheeks of her ass.
Rough fingers traced a path between her butt cheeks, then down between her legs, sinking into her wet and dripping pussy.
“Uuugh,” the Governor sneer
ed. “Those little fuckers filled you up, didn’t they?” He fingered her roughly for a second, using the loads of cum Ellie had inside her as lube. “But they didn’t touch your ass, did they?”
Then, still fucking Ellie’s pussy with his fingers, the Governor lowered himself to his knees behind her.
“Suits me just fine. I wasn’t planning on sloppy seconds anyway.”
Ellie gasped as she felt his hot breath on her buttocks.
“W-what are you doing?”
Ellie jumped as a thick, hot wetness slurped between her buttocks. He was licking her.
Ellie moaned. The Governor was continuing to fuck her tender pussy with one hand, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he massaged her g-spot with his fingers. The sensation of that, combined with the wet, excruciating pressure of his tongue between her ass-cheeks, was intense.
There was another rough, slathering slurp. Ellie felt The Governor’s stubbly chin against her buttocks. Another wet rasp ran right over her tight little asshole.
Then a loud ‘hauuughk’ and the hot wetness of spit, right on her clenched sphincter.
“Oh God… No…”
Ellie tensed her buttocks.
It didn’t do any good.
He pulled his fingers from her cunt, and then one of The Governor’s big, fat fingers pressed against her anus instead. The wet saliva and the cum from her pussy served as lubricant. Her tight little ass popped open, sucking the finger in.
She moaned.
“You’re a tight little slut,” The Governor was sliding his fat finger in and out of her taut asshole, “I believe I will find this very satisfying. You? Not so much…”
The finger was roughly removed. Ellie yelped.
Still pinning her down to the desk, the Governor crossed to the front of the table and stood before Ellie’s face.
With his free hand, he grasped the base of his cock and aimed it for her mouth.
She clenched her lips.
He forced them open, pressing the swollen head of his immense dick against her mouth. Gasping for air, she opened her lips for a second – and that was all the opportunity he needed…
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