“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 sneered. “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…
Cramming his hardness into her mouth, the big man hissed: “Get me good and wet. Your ass sis gonna regret it if you don’t…”
Ellie’s response was a muffled; “mmmgh!”
Clenching his buttocks, the Governor thrust his hips forward, forcing more and more of his erection into Ellie’s mouth.
Her eyes widened in horror. Her throat bulged.
Just as she was starting to gag, the older man roughly pulled his cock from her mouth and let her draw a ragged gasp of oxygen into her lungs.
Coughing and spluttering, Ellie went limp.
The Governor slapped his wet cock against her cheek, leaving a smear of glistening saliva.
“Good work…”
Then he stepped behind her again.
Ellie struggled, kicking and writhing on the table as she felt his rough fingers prize apart her buttocks. It was useless – he’d used one hand to pin her wrists behind her back.
The Governor was stood between her spread thighs, safe from her kicking feet.
There was another ‘hauuughk’ and a burning glob of saliva splatted into the crack of her ass.
Something hard and unyielding pressed itself against her asshole. Ellie screamed.
The pressure increased. The slickness of the saliva forced Ellie’s anus open. With a guttural groan, the helpless student felt the swollen head of the Governor’s immense cock ‘pop’ through her sphincter and sink inexorably inside her.
“Oh, yeees!” The Governor groaned.
“Nooo!” Ellie wailed. “Oh Jesus!”
Her hips bucked, trying desperately to dislodge the Governor’s crow-bar cock. It just helped him sink deeper inside her, until his muscular hips were pressed hard against her tiny ass cheeks, and every inch of his immense erection was buried inside of her.
Ellie was gasping, opening and closing her mouth like a fish.
The Governor reached forward to grab a fistful of Ellie’s hair and wrenched her back into a c-shaped arch. She groaned, feeling his hardness sink even deeper inside of her.
“There, you little slut,” the Governor thrust inside her, “this is what my prison system is built on.”
There was a sweaty ‘smack’ as his hips slapped against her soft flesh. Ellie winced as he tightened his grip on her hair.
“Now then, bitch,” he tugged even harder on her hair, eliciting a very satisfying wail, “when I’m finished with you, you’re going to go back to Brooklyn and stay out of my business.”
With that, he released his grip on her hair and Ellie flopped roughly back onto the table.
“You said you wanted to know what the prison experience is, so here we go.”
And as she lay there panting, the Governor grabbed her hips and started fucking her in earnest.
“Aiiek!” That was the closest Ellie came to emitting recognizable words. “Aiii-ooow!”
The Governor hunched over her, gripping her narrow hips so hard that Ellie’s pale flesh bulged from between his fi
ngers. He fucked her hard – withdrawing his long, throbbing cock almost all the way out of her spasming sphincter, before ramming it roughly in again, right up to his balls.
The room stank of sweat. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed off the walls. Ellie’s body was glistening with perspiration. It made her sweaty body slide back and forth on the desk, in time to The Governor’s rough thrusts.
The Governor’s thrusts grew faster.
“Ha!” Sweat dripped from The Governor’s brow onto Ellie’s flushed, sweaty back. “I’m nearly there!” He hammered his hips against her ass, reaming open Ellie’s tight backside.
“Oh God…” She moaned. “Oh, please, God…”
“When you’re within these prison walls,” the Governor grunted, “I am your God.” And then he fucked her harder, slamming into her deeply.
He grunted. Inside Ellie’s ass, she felt his immense cock swell and throb.
“Here it comes, you fucking slut,” The Governor grunted, pressing himself deep inside of her. The throbbing cock swelled to what seemed like twice its size.
“Ugh!” The Governor’s balls tightened. His cock spurted deep inside Ellie’s spasming ass. “That’s it, you slut! Take it!”
Ellie’s eyes widened.
She felt her backside fill with burning wetness.
“Oh, God!” Involuntarily, Ellie’s hips bucked, as she tried to dislodge his spurting cock from her ass – but that just allowed him to sink deeper inside of her.
“Ohhh… Fuuuck!”
Eventually, it was over.
With a satisfied sigh, the Governor pulled his softening dock from her plundered ass. Ellie’s sphincter released it with a ‘pop.’ It was followed by a deluge of cum.
There was a wet ‘slap’ as the Governor whacked her across her round buttocks with his heavy, flaccid dick.
“Now get your shit together,” the Governor sneered, watching his sperm bubble from her tortured bum and dribble down her thighs, “I want you off prison property within the hour.”
As Ellie slid off the desk onto the floor, the Governor looked down at her with scorn and disdain.
“I don’t expect to hear from you again,” he hissed. “Do your worst – but without proof, none of your allegations will matter.”
Ellie lay on her knees, gasping for breath.
But even as she listened to him sneer at her, there was a wry smile on her face.
Because she felt the comforting bulk of the tape recorder in her bra – and it was still recording…
Chapter Nineteen
The newspaper headline declared: “Governor Voorhees and Judge Oakes in Kids for Cash Scandal.”
The article was unequivocal:
“Today, a federal grand jury indicted Kingston Correctional Facility Governor Daniel Voorhees and County Court Judge Stephan Oakes on 48 charges including racketeering, fraud, money laundering, extortion, bribery, and federal tax violations in relation to their involvement in the infamous “Kids For Cash” sentencing scandal in upstate New York.”
Mike Trojan, sitting behind a glass screen in the visiting room of the Kingston Correctional Facility, stared at the newspaper article as Ellie Romanova held it up to the glass.
“Good,” the black man nodded as he read it. “Fucking good.”
Ellie pulled the newspaper down, and that allowed Mike to look at her through the glass.
It was three months later, and Ellie was looking bright and beautiful, with her hair straight and her makeup pristine. She was wearing a bright summer dress, and the front of it was bulging noticeably.
Mike Trojan picked up the telephone by the side of the glass screen and spoke to her through it.
“I gotta say,” he mused. “I’m surprised to see your pretty little ass back here. After what we did to you?”
Ellie looked at him through the glass.
“What you did to me resulted in two things I never even knew I wanted,” she explained. She held up the first; a gleaming bronze statue marked “UNY Marshall Prize for Investigative Journalism.
“I quit my major and went into journalism when I got back to college,” she explained. “And when I wrote up the story about this place, and the newspapers got hold of the tape recording…” She paused. “My life changed.”
Mike smiled wryly.
“I saw you on the TV, girl. You’re famous.”
“Well,” Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know about that.” But the truth was, she’d gotten a few freelance journalism gigs from her breaking story – and that, combined with the two million dollars Governor Voorhees had paid her to keep the other details of her story – her rape - out of the public eye, made her currently more financially stable than most young women her age had a right to be.
And that brought her onto the second thing her experience had given her.
She rubbed her swollen belly through the sundress.
Mike gulped.
“I-is that…?”
Ellie looked up and nodded.
“That days at the prison… I wasn’t on any kind of birth control.” She shrugged. “And I’m Russian Orthodox, so when this happened, there was no going back.”
She rubbed her belly.
“I’m excited. I was scared as hell at first, but now I’m excited at the thought.”
Mike whistled.
“Dayum…”
His eyes narrowed.
“Do you have any idea…”
“Who’s it is?” Ellie finished his sentence. “No. I have no idea what my baby will look like. Only that I’ll love it.” She gave Mike a thin smile. “Sometimes, the brightest moments in life come from some dark places.”
He nodded.
“Listen,” the black prisoner shrugged. “Malik and Zion got their convictions overturned because of what you did.” He shrugged. “Malik’s back in here already, of course – moron tried to steal a car. But it mattered, what you did. You made a difference.”
Ellie looked at him sternly.
“Well, that’s why I’m here to see you,” she said. “I want to make a difference to you, too.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” she continued. “I don’t forgive you for what you did. But what you told me… About the how the system turns young men into criminals. Somebody needs to know about that – and not just from me. The world’s got enough self-righteous white people trying to solve other people’s problems.”
She leaned towards the glass.
“I want to write a book with you,” she said. “About all of this shit. If some of it comes from me, it’s going to hit the publishers and they’re going to talk about it. But if some of it comes from you, it’s going to mean something – and maybe we can make a difference.”
Mike whistled.
“Gee,” he blinked. “Nobody’s ever asked me to write a book before. In fact, nobody’s cared much about what I had to say about anything before.”
“Well, maybe that’s part of the reason you’re in here,” Ellie nodded. “And maybe if people start caring about what you’ve got to say, it’ll stop kids like Malik and Zion having their lives ruined by getting locked up in jail when they don’t deserve it.”
Mike nodded. He wiped his eye.
“I’m not crying,” he told her. “I just got something in my eye, you dig?”
“I dig,” Ellie nodded. “That’s why I’m here.”
She looked at him sternly.
“That day you guys did…. Did what you did to me. You wrapped me in a blanket afterwards and told me I couldn’t change what had happened, but I could make it worth it.”
She reached her hand out and pressed it against the glass.
“I can’t change what happened to you, Mike. I can’t change the circumstances that led to you winding up in jail for half your life. But maybe I can make it worth it to you – by giving you the power to stop it happening to other kids.”
Mike looked at her, and reached his own hand out; to press it against the image of hers. They were touching, separated only
by a half-inch pane of toughened safety glass.
“Let’s do it,” he told her.
And they did.
Isabella Gets Nailed
Isabella Scalia was having a bad day.
It had started off when the 35-year-old real estate investor had turned up to her latest project – a beautiful McMansion located a few miles outside of town – only to find her entire construction crew slouching about, drinking beer.
“What the fuck is going on?” Isabella screamed, as she threw open the door to her Porsche Carrera and clip-clopped across the driveway in her high heels. “I don’t pay you guys to sit around and scratch your balls.”
But it looked like the ten-man renovation crew was doing exactly that. The guys were sitting out on the tailgate of their trucks, drinking Coronas and smoking cigarettes.
“Jesus Christ!” Isabella screamed, putting her hands on her ample hips. “I heard you goddamn wetbacks were lazy, but this is ridiculous!”
Miguel, the foreman of the construction crew, picked himself up from where he was lying on the grass, and sauntered over to the screaming businesswoman.
Dark eyes narrow, he gave her a hungry look up and down before he spoke; drinking in her slightly-too-tight Donna Karen skirt and jacket, and the slightly-too-high heels she was balancing the whole ensemble on. With her honey-blond hair and aggressive makeup, she looked firm and appetizing; as delicious as an overripe peach.
Although her bitchy attitude diminished that significantly.
“Yo!” Isabella was barking, as she saw Miguel approach. “What’s the hold-up, Juan? Why aren’t you guys working? I have an open house on Saturday.”
Miguel threw his half-smoked cigarette onto the driveway and stubbed it out with the heel of his shoe.
“Hey, Ms. Scalia,” he shrugged. “We turned up at 7am like you asked, but – like – the house was locked.”
Isabella pulled off her Kate Spade sunglasses and narrowed her kohl-rimmed eyes.
“Locked? Locked?” Her glossy lips tightened. “What do you mean locked?”
“You said the keys would be in the back door,” he shrugged. “They weren’t there.” The Mexican foreman held up his hands. “If the house isn’t open, Ma’am, we can’t fix nothing.”
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