Prison Snatch

by Cairo

  Everything gone!

  Sabina removed an earbud from one of her ears and shook her head, giving Heaven an I-told-you-so look.

  She wanted to fall to her knees and scream, but her jaw was too sore. And she probably would have broken down in tears had her eyes not been still swollen and red, and stinging from being Maced.

  She managed to choke back a sob instead. “What the fuck happened to my shit?”

  Sabina shrugged. “COs took it in the middle of the night. Waking me up.” She blinked. “Wait. Why are you back? I thought you went to lockup?”

  No. I went to get face-fucked.

  She’d managed to get what she wanted—his dick in her mouth. And she couldn’t believe her eyes. There was thick dick . . . and then there was humongous. And Sergeant Struthers had a severely thick dick. It was, it was . . . God—she couldn’t even describe what it was.

  No, no. She knew what it was. It was a damn jawbreaker! And she’d thought for sure tackling that thing was going to fracture her jaw, and knock all of her teeth loose.

  She decided her cellmate didn’t need to know all that. Liking Sabina didn’t mean she trusted her. But Sergeant Struthers and that undercover lesbian bitch Clemmons had escorted her out of her cell in the middle of the night in handcuffs. But before she could be brought down to solitary, the sergeant and Clemmons dragged her to a classroom out of view from any cameras.

  She felt her body shiver at the memory.

  He’d been rough and dirty and vulgar.

  And she’d become shamefully wet . . . so, so wet . . . at the filthy names he’d called her. Slut. Bitch. Cum-sucking whore. Prison trash.

  And the list of degrading names went on.

  “So you like taunting motherfuckers, huh, you slutty bitch? Trying to get a motherfucker all hemmed up ‘n’ shit. Isn’t that right?”

  “No. That’s not what I do,” she’d said quickly. “I . . . would never do something like that.”

  “You’se a lying-ass bitch, you know that, right? You light-skinned, pretty bitches aren’t nothing but a bunch of sleazy-ass, stuck-up whores; undercover sluts. Didn’t you say you wanted some hard dick? You fucking troll.”

  Troll?

  She’d fought the urge to laugh. Surely he couldn’t have been referring to her as such. She bit her tongue, and then her bottom lip.

  “No. I mean, yes. But I didn’t mean I wanted it from you.”

  “Shut your fuckin’ cum-hole. Your horny-ass want dick wherever you can get it, by whoever’s willing to give it to you. Flaunting your pussy ‘n’ ass and them pretty-ass titties all up in motherfuckers’ faces. I know what the fuck your scheming-ass is doing. Trick-ass slut.”

  She feigned insult. “All I want to do is, do my time.” She’d blinked her eyes and, then came, another tear. Then another. Growing up being the youngest and the only girl, she’d learned very early on how to manipulate her father and brothers with tears. And she’d perfected the art of crying with the right amount of facial distress and lip quivering so that it bordered on sexy. “Please. Don’t send me to lockup. I hated it there.”

  He’d glowered at her. “Bitch, your whore-ass loved it down there. Playing in your stank-ass pussy every motherfucking day, like you were some fucking porn-star. Nasty bitch.”

  Waves of heat had crept up her neck, and she’d felt her pussy tingle.

  “I didn’t mean any harm,” she’d said softly, her voice near a whisper. “I swear I didn’t.” She forced herself to think about all of her fabulously expensive designer heels she’d left behind and wouldn’t be able to wear for a long time, and began to sob. “Please,” she begged. “Sometimes things blurt out of my mouth, before I have a chance to think.”

  His dick pulsed at the sight of her wet, tear-streaked face. Some men hated tears. But tears turned him on. It meant fear. It meant control. It meant pain. It meant these bitches knew who had the power to shut their motherfucking worlds down. And here he had thought this bitch was strong-willed and confident. Shit. She was just as weak and pathetic as the rest of them.

  “Then maybe that big-ass mouth of yours needs to be stuffed to teach you when to keep it the fuck shut.” He ran his large hand over his crotch. His dick—the Beast, as he called it—was slowly awakening.

  She’d stared back at him, unblinking, fresh tears streaking her face.

  He looked over toward the window, where Officer Clemmons stood on the other side, looking in.

  “I’ll tell you what,” he’d said, kneading his cock over the fabric of his pants. “I won’t write you a charge, or send your ass to lockup, but suck this dick, or I’m going to have my counterpart, Clemmons—you do know who she is, right?” Heaven nodded. “Good. So you either suck this dick, or I’m going to have”—he nodded his head over in her direction—“her come in here and fuck you with her baton until you pass out, and then I’m going to haul your ass off to lockup.”

  Hands cuffed behind her back, she’d slowly eased down to her knees, then replied, “I’m all yours . . .”

  “So how’d you manage to escape solitary?” Sabina asked curiously. She suspected Heaven had gotten off because she’d sucked his dick, but she didn’t want to assume anything. Still, this was prison. Anything was possible.

  Heaven blinked and refocused and saw that Sabina was staring at her.

  “What?”

  Sabina removed her other earbud and tilted her head. “I asked you how you managed to get out of going to the hole?”

  Heaven took a deep breath. “He’s hanging it over my head. A suspended sentence, he called it. Fifteen days.” She rolled her eyes. “The bastard, still wrote up some bogus charges, and that fat, stumpy bastard . . .”

  “Who?”

  “That ugly-ass hearing officer . . .”

  “Oh, Officer Alvin.”

  “Yeah, him—that Rasputia lookalike; fat-fuck. And the whole time his nasty-ass sat there leering at me. His dick was probably hard as a rock watching me.”

  She’d had her disciplinary hearing first thing this morning, surprisingly. Disciplinary hearings usually only occurred on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Only to find her guilty of willfully disobeying a directive and soliciting a bribe to an officer, which were both Class C violations. And his lies resulted in a thirty-day loss of canteen privileges and thirty hours of extra duty.

  She huffed. “What type of bullshit is that? The motherfucker took away my canteen privileges knowing goddamn well he’d robbed me of my shit. Everything!” She paced the cell. “I didn’t willfully disobey that motherfucker.” I sucked his dick willingly. “And I damn sure didn’t solicit him for shit. I asked if he wanted to see me make my ass clap. How the hell is that solicitation?”

  Sabina shrugged. “Be lucky that’s all you got. It could have been worse.”

  Heaven felt the back of her eyeballs burning. She closed her eyes and pinched the corners of her eyes with her thumb and pointer finger. It felt like her brain was about to explode. That bastard didn’t have to fuck with her canteen. But he had. And now she was on fire.

  Sabina shook her head. “I warned you. But you didn’t wanna listen.”

  Heaven stopped her pacing and shot her a nasty look.

  “Anyway,” Sabina continued, dismissing her glare. “Struthers and Alvin are real tight. Whatever Struthers wants, he gets.”

  Heaven started pacing again, her fists opening and closing. Her knees practically buckled when she looked over at the empty space where her television had once been. Two hundred and forty-two dollars down the goddamn drain!

  Sabina stared at the rosy blotches on Heaven’s face and her swollen eyes, and asked, “Who Maced you?”

  The muscles in her jaws tightened, and she almost winced in pain.

  “That Clemmons bitch.”

  Sabina gave her a sympathetic look. “She’s another one you’ll need to try and stay away from. When she has it in for someone, she’ll fuck with you every chance she gets. Until she breaks you.”

  Heaven snorted, sla
mming a hand on her hip. “That ho can try to break me all she wants, but she’ll be the first to learn that I’m not easily broken. I might be new to prison, but I’m not new to bitches like her. You shit on me, you had best believe, I’ll shit on you three times harder.”

  Sabina grimaced at the visual, but managed to give her a distasteful look mixed with humor. “Gee. Thanks. Just the image I need planted in my head; you squatting over Clemmons and shitting on her.” Sabina pursed her lips as she scrutinized Heaven. At least their disdain for the roguish CO was one in the same.

  “So why’d she Mace you?”

  TWENTY-SIX

  Drop It Like It’s Hot . . .

  Heaven huffed.

  She’d been on her knees with her mouth stretched to capacity around Struthers’ dick. He’d started out slow and easy, thrusting leisurely into her mouth until her mouth dripped like a waterfall and her jaws loosened. He withdrew and then pushed in again . . . in, out . . . in, out . . . each time deepening his thrust as his fingers tangled into her hair and he palmed her head with his hands.

  “Yeah, slutty bitch, take all this fat-ass dick.”

  He’d pulled out, then began smacking her lips and face with his dick. The slaps fell heavy against her face, almost like a miniature billy club. He’d beaten her face and lips up with it, then demanded she opened her mouth—wide, and then slammed back in.

  “You better not scrape my shit, either, or I’m going to take my radio and knock your front teeth out. Understand, bitch?”

  It was hard to speak with her mouth crammed with cock, so she shook her head and grunted. She’d found herself almost choking on her spit as his dick brushed back and forth over her tongue, then hit the back of her throat, clogging her airway.

  His dick had reminded her of a huge plug. Ass plug, throat plug, pussy plug . . . he’d plugged her mouth, tightening the grip on her head as his thrust became more aggressive, more urgent.

  “I’m going to fuck the shit out of this mouth,” he muttered. “Uh . . . mmm . . . shit . . .” He pounded harder, fucking her mouth in a way he’d fuck a pussy. He wanted to see her choke and gag, but she’d refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing, either.

  She’d focused on her breathing; her nose smashed into his coarse pubic hairs as he grinded his pelvis into her face.

  “Aaah, shit . . . motherfucking mouth good as fuck . . . dick-sucking bitch . . . aaah . . .” Unbeknownst to her, he’d become spellbound by those pretty lips of hers, and that warm, silky mouth. Her tongue had felt like heated velvet over his dick. And she’d impressed him with her flexible jaw and magnificent dick-sucking skills.

  She’d proven herself a champion dick sucker, worthy of a nut down her throat.

  Yes. She’d dropped to her knees, unashamed—ready and willing—to worship him. And her reward had been a fresh spurt of cum, warm and thick.

  It splashed the back of her throat.

  Her body had shuddered, surprising herself, her nipples and clit swollen and tingly. If she could have gotten a hand loose to slide between her thighs, she would have orgasmed on the spot. She’d pressed her legs together, her knees sinking deeper into the tiled floor as she thrust her own pelvis, trying to press her clit, as his dick slid over her tongue again and again.

  “Swallow it all,” he rasped, his balls bumping her chin. She gulped. “Yeah, that’s a good, greedy bitch . . . aaah . . . get all that good nut . . .”

  And then he thrust hard. Harder. Harder. His fingers so tangled in her hair she thought he might snatch her scalp from her head. She grunted, groaned, and nearly growled in pain and excruciating pleasure.

  He’d grunted. Pounding her mouth, gripping her head, harder, tighter.

  And then she felt another explosion of liquid heat hit the back of her mouth and quickly flood her mouth. Her pussy flared with even more arousal as she shut her long-lashed lids as his semen bathed her tongue and she swallowed every drop of his essence.

  He cast his gaze downward and watched the erotic sight before him. He groaned in pleasure. He would have thrown her over the desk, yanked her panties to the side and fucked her had he had a condom with him, and more time. But it was getting late, and he needed to get her down to solitary, before someone radioed in, checking for his whereabouts.

  She’d swallowed him again and again as more semen filled her mouth. He’d come back to back, emptying another fresh load of heat into her mouth.

  “Hurry up and suck this fucking dick clean,” he’d ordered.

  And she’d obliged him. Then when he slowly pulled his dick from her mouth, she began wetly bathing him with her tongue, licking it clean of his release, she’d licked the remnants of his nut as if it’d been creamy white frosting.

  He’d yanked his dick away from her, stuffing it back into his pants and zipping his fly as he motioned for Officer Clemmons to come in.

  She’d entered the classroom, jaw tight—pissed that this prissy bitch got to suck his dick instead of being impaled by her baton. She snatched Heaven by the arm roughly, and when Heaven had stumbled from her knees buckling, she’d taken that as a show of resistance.

  “Oh, you wanna resist. I said get to your feet, bitch.”

  When Heaven hadn’t stood fast enough, Clemmons pulled out her canister of Mace and sprayed it in her eyes, causing her to howl out in pain.

  “She said I was resisting,” Heaven finally answered, her thoughts drifting back to the present moment. She took a deep breath. “So the bitch Maced me. And that motherfucker stood there and let her.”

  A brow rose in question, but Sabina said nothing. She simply stared at her, and shook her head. She’d warned her. But some bitches were simply too fucking hardheaded to listen.

  Oh well.

  Maybe she’d listen the next time.

  Heaven finally sat on her bunk, kicked off her shower shoes, then scooted back, pressing her back against the wall, seething. She swallowed, then coughed. Then took two fingers and slowly pulled out two strands of curly pubic hair from between her teeth.

  She stared at them, then swirled her tongue around them as she held onto them with her fingers. Slowly, a sadistic grin eased over her still puffy lips.

  Later that evening, Heaven stared up at Sabina’s bunk as she thought back over the early part of day and parts of last night. It had been one hell of a ride. Her eyes were still red and itchy from her date with the can of Mace. And her jaw still ached from being skull-fucked.

  “Yeah, slutty bitch, take all this fat-ass dick.”

  “Swallow it all . . .”

  She angrily blinked back the memory. Yet her cunt still clenched. God, the filthy whore in her had loved it. She would never admit it out loud, but the memory made her breasts ache with need as her cunt pulsed.

  But the shit still pissed her off. She hadn’t maintained control of the situation properly. Fuck. She’d come on too strong. Had been too damn aggressive. Strong-willed women easily intimidated arrogant fucks like Struthers. He needed to always feel in control. And she’d stolen that from him when she’d boldly thrown herself at him.

  She groaned at the memory of arching her and shamelessly shaking her ass at him. “You wanna see me make it clap, too?”

  What a damn tramp!

  In retrospect she came off acting and sounding thirsty.

  God, she hated that word, thirsty.

  Horny, yes; but parched she was not.

  Thirsty felt desperate. Hell, it was desperate. And desperate women usually made reckless decisions. They moved impulsively. He had her all kinds of fucked up if he thought for one second that that was who she was.

  Oh no fucker. Anything she did, she thought out before doing it—well, with the exception of shooting Freedom’s ass. But that didn’t count. He’d earned those bullets to the back. She hated him. Because he’d turned her into a fool. Because she had loved him once—okay (shit), she still did.

  But he’d been her mistake.

  She sighed. She wasn’t going there again. It was done
and over with.

  Sergeant Struthers the goddamn Third was her primary problem at the moment. He needed a dose of his own medicine. Inmate or not, she was going to tear his little dirty playhouse down.

  She reached for her phone, hidden inside the seam of her pillow, and pulled it out. She was thankful for Sabina’s snoring ass. It gave her motivation to stay awake, researching every-and-any-thing she could find out about Mister Dirty Six-Six.

  She powered it on, then punched in several digits, unlocking it. Then she pressed the icon for the Internet. Next she opened a tab in the browser and then typed in his name.

  Mmm. He had Facebook and LinkedIn pages. She clicked on the link to his Facebook page. And voilà. There he was. Stupid fuck didn’t even have his page private.

  Her eyes zeroed in on the INTRO section:

  ABOUT MY $$

  STUDIED CRIMINAL JUSTICE AT MORRIS BROWN COLLEGE

  WENT TO SNYDER HIGH SCHOOL

  FROM JERSEY CITY, NJ

  LIVES IN WEST NEW YORK, NJ

  MARRIED TO ANGELICA K. STRUTHERS

  Married? Oh, this dirty-ass, no-good motherfucker!

  She clicked on his wife’s page. Mmph. Well, at least she’s smart not to have her page open for public viewing.

  Heaven stared at her profile photo.

  She had very intense brown eyes. And she was beautiful.

  But what pissed her off more than anything else was the fact that he came to work and abused his power over female inmates, mostly on the young black women.

  And here he was . . .

  Married to a white woman.

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  Last Chance . . .

  “Yeah, what is it, Lewis,” Sergeant Struthers asked on a sneer. “Don’t you have toilets to scrub?”

  Heaven swallowed. “I’m done for the day,” she stated calmly. But inside she was boiling over with anger. She wanted to punch him in the throat. She inhaled a deep breath, unfortunately breathing his masculine scent into her lungs.

  She swallowed again.