The thing was I wasn’t any slouch at fighting myself. I was into boxing, wrestling and ju-jitsu. I knew if I was to make anything of myself at this prison I would have to take her out.
Little Lucy looked up at me again. I stood over her and watched her.
“But you got height on your side,” she whispered and reached up and felt my arm. “And strength.”
It turned me on to see Little Lucy like that. I felt a hot rush in my cunt.
I was tall and I was black and I was proud.
I brushed Little Lucy’s hand away and stared at her. She looked up at me and then got down to business pulling down my prison-issue pants and licking at me like she hadn’t had any cunt for years.
“You enjoying yourself?” I said as I looked down.
She grunted something as she made a meal of me, sticking her tongue into me and then playing with my clit with the tip of her tongue. She was deft, I’d give her that, and pleasingly submissive.
I sat on her face and queened it over her and she flicked herself off. She made some desperate little scream as she came and I watched her legs kick out to the side as the force of it shot through her. I imagined the Dragon Lady in her position and that got me really nice and wet. Just the thought of that proud brown face eating me out!
I came on Little Lucy’s face then waited while she licked me dry. When she finished I slapped her white ass and watched as the flesh wobbled and moved.
Little Lucy tried to hold me then but I pushed her away. If I was to take the Dragon I’d have to be hard, focused and without mercy.
The next day I saw the Dragon in the corridor. She looked me up from top to bottom and smiled at me with that look of hers: a mixture of self-satisfaction and contempt. I smiled back. The two blondes scowled at me and the assistant warder wrote something in her book.
I was back in my cell for fifteen minutes when there was a knock on the door. One of the blondes stepped into the cell. She was tall. She had legs that just didn’t quit and I liked the way her large breasts pushed out against the prison-issue uniform. She had the kind of cleavage a woman could lose herself in and never be found again.
“What do you want?” I said.
She smiled at me with that kitty-got-the-cream smile. “They say you’re good in a clinch.”
“I’m not bad,” I said, giving her the full non-blinking stare.
She threw her head back toward the cell door. “She wants it tomorrow. Nine fifteen, in the room behind the laundry. It’s been arranged.”
I stood up and walked up next to her. She didn’t look so full of herself now.
“Tell her it’ll be my pleasure,” I said, snaking my hands between those tits and popping her top apart. I could feel her breath on my cheek. I could see the white lace bra and the pink nipples. “Tell her I’ll look forward to seeing her eat me out.”
I watched her white upper teeth clamp down on her tongue. She bent toward me. I turned away from her incoming kiss and caught her look of fury.
“Tell her she’s my bitch now.”
The door slammed behind her as I smiled to myself and watched to see if my hands were trembling. They were but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
I did push-ups until my biceps ached and pumped iron in the gym until I thought my head would explode. I got a few admiring looks but I wasn’t interested. I had my eyes on the big boss lady. Everything else was peanuts.
That night I had Little Lucy massage me down and shave my pussy so it was silky smooth. She wanted to lick me out but I wouldn’t let her. I wanted the meanness. I cherished it like you would a fine pedigree hunting dog.
In the morning I was ready. I swept along the corridors and into the big empty room behind the laundry. Little Lucy was there to carry my bags and provide the refreshment. The Dragon was there already. Cool as you like. One foot against the wall. The two blondes on either side and a gaggle of excited women to watch and flick each other off once the dust had settled.
The brunette warden was working as the ref. She came over and looked at my hands, smiled and waved me forward. The Dragon Lady looked at me and smiled. The busty blonde scowled at me while the other looked like a bulldog chewing a wasp.
“Strip!” the warden shouted and I stared into the eyes of the Dragon as Lucy pulled down my prison sweats.
She looked good naked that was for sure. Once the blondes stopped fussing over her I could see the tattoos, the long muscular legs and toned arms. She had good tits and that look about her that excited me to the pit of my stomach. Win or lose this was gonna be something special.
The warden rang the bell and we circled each other looking for an opening. I could hear the excited buzz of the crowd. Suddenly, she lunged at me. I tried to duck but she got behind me and pulled my arms up behind my neck. I couldn’t believe it; she had me in an armlock already. I tried to break her hold but she was strong. I felt her panting on my neck and felt her breasts nudge up against my back.
I couldn’t break her hold but I managed to lift her off the floor and slam her down. She went down heavy but so did I. I misjudged the angle and came falling down on top of her. Without wasting an instant, she managed to lock my legs apart with hers. From armlock to leg lock. This girl was good. I felt her tongue in my ear. This was all part of the ritual humiliation. Get the girl to want you. Show her who the boss is. I struggled but she had me fast. Her arms held mine. I couldn’t move.
“Think you’re so hot now?” she whispered in my ear. Lifting one hand up to her mouth, she licked one finger and held it aloft so the crowd could get their fill. The blondes watched with rapt attention. Now was the moment they had been waiting for as the Dragon stuck one finger into my cunt. Yeah, I was wet too as she rubbed her finger over my clit and back into my waiting eager cunt. She pulled the finger out with a soft but audible smack then and licked her finger to rapturous applause.
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. I caught Little Lucy’s eyes. She looked bashful still. I looked away. The warden ordered the Dragon to break and I managed to breathe in big lungful of oxygen. Little Lucy sponged me down.
The Dragon looked over at me and smiled. She was beautiful all right. From her blue-black hair to the way she moved, like a panther bouncing on its paws. When the bell rang she was at me straight away. She kicked me over and stuck her knee in my back. She got one of my arms and started pulling it back over my head. I managed to throw her over but she was on me again. This time she sat astride me. Her pussy over my mouth. I could smell her cunt and would have loved to have licked her but not yet. Not so early. She was wet too. I could taste it almost. But still I wouldn’t submit. She stuck a finger in my cunt and corkscrewed it around. I was feeling weak. She was making me hers and there was nothing I could do about it. She stood up and flipped me over and then slammed down on top of me. The crowd sighed and oohed and I caught Little Lucy hiding her face. I looked up and saw the Dragon right next to me laughing.
“You know it’s not gonna be so bad once you submit,” she whispered in my ear giving me a delicate little kiss of the victor.
I was sweating now and my heart was pounding in my chest. She had me in a headlock with her legs around my throat. She started tweaking my nipples, gently at first and then harder, clockwise and then anti-clockwise.
I submitted.
The crowd let rip a big cheer and the warden held the Dragon’s right arm aloft. She did a victory circle before coming back to me in the middle of the floor. I was too ashamed to lift my head off the ground so she yanked me up by the back of my hair and made me crawl round the floor on my hands and knees. I saw the blondes cheering and the warden kissing some redhead from G block. She threw me to one side then and stuck one of her feet in my mouth. I nearly gagged but managed to lick her toes. She kicked me away again then and I looked up to see her strapping on the most enormous purple dildo I’d ever seen.
The Dragon yanked me up again by the hair and stuck the dildo into my mouth. It was huge. I could barely breathe
. She stuck it in and pulled it out all wet and glistening then she pulled me back onto all fours. The crowd cheered as she pushed the dildo into my cunt. I gasped as I felt its length go in. The Dragon pulled herself up, pushed her hand into my mouth and started fucking me. She fucked me hard and long. She slapped my ass.
“Who’s the boss now?” she shouted.
“You are,” I said.
“Louder!” she snapped.
“You’re the boss!” I shouted as the crowd whooped it up.
“You’re damn right I am,” she said as she pulled the dildo out of my cunt and stuck it slowly into my ass.
“Who’s the bitch?” she demanded, her face right up against my ear.
“I’m the bitch!” I said and then louder I added, “I’m your bitch!”
“You wanna come now, bitch?” she snarled as her cock ground into my asshole.
“Yeah,” I said.
She pulled her dick out of my ass. “Yes what?” she demanded, kicking me down again onto the floor. The warden unbuckled her and threw the dildo to one side.
“Yes please,” I said
“Good bitch,” she said and yanked my face up her cunt. I started licking straight away. Long licks right into her and little kitty licks on her pink clit. She liked it; I could tell by how wet she was. When she came she held me up against her until I thought I would suffocate.
As she pushed me away again I caught myself in that present moment. That feeling of release of no longer having to pretend, feeling myself alive and unencumbered. Free, like some animal in the forest. I would do whatever she wanted me to.
BOTTOM PERFORMER
Lynn Lake
“You worried about your performance evaluation?” Brenda asked, her mouth full of chocolate bar.
Chloe leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms out over her head, kicked her legs up and crossed them on top of her desk. “Do I look worried?” she purred, lacing her fingers in behind her blonde head.
“You’re the bottom performer in terms of sales,” Brenda helpfully pointed out. She, like the rest of the staff at the real estate firm, was more than a little put off by Chloe’s glib complacency.
“And what a bottom it is,” the twenty-two year old responded, wriggling in her chair and grinning at her colleague. “All I need is a couple of hot male prospects and I’ll be shaking my booty into big, big commissions in no time. You’ll see.”
“See what?”
The girls jumped. Marilyn Baines, the “bane of their existence,” had caught them unawares, again. Sound-absorbent carpet and rubber-soled shoes were a lethal combination for company loafers.
Brenda dropped her chocolate and snatched up her phone, began furiously pounding buttons like she’d just remembered a hot cold-call lead. Chloe stretched her arms and legs straight out like a cat and let out a yawn, giving the stern-faced office manager a good, wet view of her pink tongue and mouth.
“Seashore,” she said, looking up at Marilyn. “We were discussing some seashore subdivisions.” She grinned. “Try saying that three times.”
Marilyn looked at her watch. “Your performance evaluation was scheduled for three o’clock,” she stated tersely. “But since you seem to be otherwise unoccupied, we’ll do it now.” She spun around and stalked away from the cubicles, down the hall to her office.
Chloe watched the woman’s tight buttocks clench beneath her knee-length gray skirt, thinking how appropriate those cheeks were to the forty-four year old’s personality. “You know,” she remarked to Brenda, “Marilyn wouldn’t be a bad-looking dame if she broke open that bun of hers and let her red hair hang loose. And broke up that monochromatic wardrobe of hers with a little colour, and cleavage.”
Chloe was dressed provocatively, as usual, in a red satin blouse open three buttons and a black leather skirt, riding thigh on her black-stockinged legs. Slim of limb and taut of breast and bum, she liked to flaunt her body like her indifference.
Brenda hung up on the voice repeating the time and temperature. “I hadn’t noticed,” she said, staring at Chloe’s lithe body with obvious envy. “Aren’t you going for your evaluation? She’s waiting for you.”
Chloe let out another yawn. Then, finally, got up off her backside and put it in motion. “Let the flogging begin,” she quipped, strolling slowly away down the hall.
“Yeah, good luck!” Brenda called after her. Then, when the girl was out of earshot, “And good riddance.”
Chloe walked into Marilyn’s office and took a seat across from the woman’s desk. She perched eagerly on the edge of the chair, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap, pasting an inane customer-care smile on her pouty red lips. “Shall we talk bonuses first?”
Marilyn clenched her hands tighter together atop her desk, her pursed lips burning almost as white as her knuckles. “Your sales figures this past quarter were terrible,” she stated coldly. “You’re the bottom performer in your—”
“Bottom’s up, I say,” Chloe interrupted, sliding off the chair and to her feet, already bored. This was her fourth career in three years, made possible by an overindulgent father who’d garnered a small fortune in the garment industry; he was the genius behind paw-print leather patches stitched onto the rear-end of women’s jeans.
Chloe strolled around Marilyn’s desk, looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window that provided a spectacular view of the city below. “I could get used to this,” she said.
“Why, you—”
“Careful, Marilyn,” Chloe cautioned, placing her hands on the rising hem of her skirt and bending over slightly to fully appreciate the forty-storey drop to the busy street below. Her cheeky bottom stuck out almost into her boss’s face where she’d spun around in her chair. “My daddy has bought and sold bigger and better companies than this one. Not to mention—”
The girl was jolted in mid-back talk by a crashing hand to her bum. Her startled face squished up against the pane of glass with the force of the unexpected blow.
“You impudent bitch!”
Chloe looked back. Marilyn was standing in behind her, the woman’s hand raised and poised for another blow to the bottom. The ice queen had melted, with rage.
“Hey, what do you—”
Smack! Marilyn struck Chloe’s leather-clad butt with the flat of her hand a second time, jolting the girl back into the glass. Only the high-grade pressurized glass kept Chloe from bursting right through and going into freefall.
“This is what I think of your work – and your attitude!” the older woman rasped, her face as warm as Chloe’s bum beneath her skirt. She struck again, the window and the girl rattling, the crack of impact echoing in the small business office.
Chloe splayed her hands out on the glass, her back arching, bum sticking out higher and rounder – to meet the blows; a seemingly instinctual reaction that shocked the girl as much as the impromptu spanking itself. She surged with heat from the cheeks on up, shimmering with a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. “Please, Marilyn—”
Another whack to the backside, even harder than the ones before. Chloe yelped, gulped.
And now when she gasped, “Please, Marilyn!” she wasn’t imploring the infuriated woman to stop, but rather to continue.
“Your rich daddy should have done this to you years ago!” Marilyn gritted, fire in her grey eyes. She raised her bladed hand up over her head and then whistled it down, smashing Chloe’s bum.
The girl’s butt and body and brain exploded with raw emotion, her bottom a burning mass of exposed nerves, Marilyn’s hand flaming inferno through her. She knew she was a bad girl, and deserved punishment. And now that she was getting it, she knew she could be badder still.
Pulling her damp hands off the smeared glass, she anxiously reached back and hiked up her skirt, exposing her brazen bum to her tormentor. A black thong split her rounded, reddened butt cheeks, her pretty little pampered behind glowing now for more of a beating.
Marilyn stared at the girl’s smooth, shapely mounds, the bl
ush she’d already raised out of the pair. Her eyes shone maliciously, mouth set in a grim line. Stray hair hung loose about her face, and she pulled hairpins out and flung them aside, releasing an avalanche of lustrous red tresses. Then she smashed her bare hand against Chloe’s bared buttocks, shivering glutei and girl.
“Oh, God!” Chloe gasped, the crack of flesh against flesh splitting her ears and shattering the last of her resistance. She wanted this, wanted more of this, another woman brutally spanking her. She pulled her top open and her bra down, popping her breasts out, clutching them. As Marilyn whaled her bottom.
Chloe’s pink nipples were so achingly hard she had to pinch them with her red-painted fingernails to elicit any sensation at all, the thrashing her arse was taking stealing all of the sexual thunder. Having never been spanked before, she’d never realized how wickedly erotic it could be, how savagely exciting. Blow after blow rained down on her proffered bottom, shaking her to the sexual core.
Marilyn blazed away with her hand, blasting Chloe’s cheeks. For her, it was the culmination of months of suffering arrogance and insubordination, frustration and fury directed at the haughty blonde finally come to fiery fruition. She’d pictured doing exactly this to the beautiful girl many times before, in the privacy of her own bed and bathtub. Though she’d never believed she’d ever actually act on her enraged, repressed impulses.
But against her better business judgment, in the heat of the moment, she’d struck out like a woman scorned and sneered at. And now she was reaping the whirlwind. A sadist by nature and training, she could really and truly dish it out.
Staring at Chloe’s overheated bottom, her own hand burning with repeated skinpact, Marilyn tore the buttons of her grey blouse open, unlatched her white bra, flung the garments away. Her red hair cascaded over her pale shoulders, her hanging breasts tingling with wicked sensation right to their pointed cherry-red tips. She grabbed up a tit and squeezed, smacking Chloe’s arse with her other hand.
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