Chapter 10
Sondra was summoned to the Watch Officer's office. She couldn't imagine what
she'd done wrong but she knew they could always find something if they wanted
to. The woman told her she had an official visitor. Sondra tried to guess whom
it might be. She hadn't spoken with her lawyer since she arrived at Camp Parks
months before and he would have let her know he was coming.
The Watch Officer told her she'd meet her visitor in one of the inmate-counselor
conference rooms. She buzzed for an escort. The CO arrived with handcuffs,
shackles and a belly chain.
"Why on earth do I need all that?" she asked in bewilderment. She hadn't been
cuffed, let alone shackled, since her arrival.
The Watch Officer looked at her monitor and replied "this says you need the
jewelry so you wear the jewelry." Sondra held out her wrists. The CO cuffed her,
fastened her belly chain and locked her cuffs to it, restraining her hands at
her waist. She locked the shackles on Sondra's ankles, extended the center chain
to her belly chain and locked it there. She pointed at the door. Sondra shuffled
toward it. The chains clanked and scraped with each with small, awkward steps.
No one was in the room when they entered. The CO pointed to a chair. Sondra sat
down. She left. To Sondra's amazement, her ex-husband entered a few minutes
later and locked the door behind him.
"You look well," he exclaimed with his oiliest smile. Sondra momentarily forgot
the chain. She rose and tried to strike out at him. He watched her display of
impotent rage with amusement. She sat down quickly, flushed with anger and
embarrassment.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"A little fact-finding boondoggle," he replied with a smile. "You know how
unpleasant Washington is in the summer. I needed to get away from the heat and
humidity."
"Why are you really here?" she demanded, shaking with anger.
"You never were one to waste words, were you?" he asked and smiled at her
discomfort. Sondra fought to control her anger, afraid to lose her composure and
burst into tears.
"I wanted to see you in person," he replied. "I've watched recordings of you
having your procedure. I want to see that negator work in person."
"You had a hell of a lot of nerve having that recorded, you sick, twisted
bastard!" she hissed.
"I had to pull some strings but it was worth it!" he replied. "I've shown it to
some friends you know. It had the same effect on them as it does on me. I've
watched it at least a dozen times. I never tire of seeing you spread nice and
wide, trying to cum with that thing sticking out of your cunt! In fact, I've had
sex while watching it. It sure perked things up!" He walked over to her, grabbed
her hair and forced her head back.
"And just to make my visit complete," he said pleasantly, "you're going to give
me a nice blowjob after we're finished playing." He reached inside her shirt and
bra and cupped her breast. She yanked as hard as she could on her restraints but
only succeeded in hurting her wrists. He squeezed her breasts, then he pulled
her to a standing position by her hair.
"I always liked your tits!" he exclaimed. "They're not quite as high and firm as
they used to be but they're still damned sweet! They'll probably be pretty
pathetic by the time you get out, though, won't they?" She continued to struggle
futilely. He ignored her, unbuttoned her shirt and pushed her bra up, exposing
her breasts. He flicked her nipples with his middle finger.
"Oh yes!" he exclaimed! "A little attention has them standing at attention just
like always!" Sondra tried unsuccessfully to cover herself with her captive
arms. He forced them aside, leaned over and took her right nipple in his mouth.
She stood helplessly while he suckled her into unwanted excitement. She hated
herself as much as she hated him as she felt her passion rise. He suckled her
other breast hard, adding to the excitement she tried vainly to suppress, then
he straightened up and glowered down at her.
"If you'd had the sense to shut up instead of trying to fight me politically,
you'd be in Washington right now, getting it from me or whomever you chose!" he
exclaimed. "But you had to stand up for your beliefs, didn't you?"
He grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, propelled her to a table and forced
her to bend over it with her breasts flat against it. She tried futilely to kick
him when he began to pull her slacks and panties down over her hips. He laughed
and continued until they were around her ankles. He thrust a finger into her.
"You really are a hot blooded little bitch, you know that?" he exclaimed in
surprise at finding her wet. "I thought I'd have to work up some lubricant
before I put it in but you saved me the time and trouble!" He pulled down his
pants and underwear and tugged at the disk. "Nice touch!' He exclaimed. "Sort of
like ear-tagging a cow!" He pushed it side, put the head of his cock between her
labia and slid it inside her.
"Oh, my!" he exclaimed. "You've gotten kind of loose, haven't you? Too much toy
action!" He rammed himself into her. "Damn!" he exclaimed the head of his cock
touched the ring in her hard, swollen cervix. "Feels like you got a little rock
up there, Missy!" Sondra did her best to ignore the sensation when he began to
move inside her. She tried to blank her mind to her rising excitement but she
couldn't. She'd had never hated and loathed him more than she did then but she
was powerless to control her libido.
He pounded hard, forcing the table into her captive arms with each thrust. The
chains kept her hands pinned between her thighs. She tried not to touch herself
but she couldn't help it. Her body needed relief far too badly to resist. She
rubbed herself as he continued to piston into her. She wasn't even aware of the
rising voltage in her womb until it hit its peak and shocked it into a series of
painful contractions that also rippled though her vagina. They moaned at the
same time, she with pain, he with pleasure. He ejaculated hard inside her as her
powerful contractions milked him like a tight hand. He collapsed on top of her
when it was over and lay sweating on her.
When his breath returned, he straightened up and exclaimed "God damn if that
wasn't the best piece of ass I ever had! Every woman in this whole fucking
country ought to have one of those things inside her!" He pushed two fingers
into her and felt the slight trembling in her vaginal muscles. Sondra cried
soundlessly until he pulled her upright.
"You're going to have to work hard to get me off again," he warned as he forced
her to her knees. "Don't disappoint me!" He forced her mouth open by pressing
his thumbs into her cheeks and put his soft, wet cock in her mouth. He held the
sides of her head to keep her from pulling away. He got half-hard again within a
few minutes. She sucked him hard and tongued his slit to get him off quickly so
she could be rid of him. Her ministrations were rewarded after several minutes
with two weak pulses of bitter fluid. She stood up and spat it out as soon as he
pulled away. He smirked at her while he dressed.
"I'll be back from time to time," he said as he adjusted his clothing "and I'm
going to urge several of my fellow legislators who've seen your session to do
the same." He didn't bother to close the door when he left.
The CO entered to find Sondra struggling to dress herself. A trickle of semen
oozed down her inner thigh. The CO helped her pull her panties and slacks up and
exclaimed in amusement, "Hell of a date you just had! To bad you're the only one
who got to cum!"
