Imprisoned! Ch 10

Chapter Ten

Confessing all to Natasha was shaming to say the least but Amy forced herself to be honest even if her face did go the same shade as a sliced beetroot. Squirming with embarrassment, she answered all Natasha's questions and submitted to her mistress' careful examination.

"I can see why you owned up!" announced Natasha as she gently traced her fingers over the purple-black bruises on her submissive's bottom cheeks. "You weren't going to be able to hide these from me!"

Amy suddenly burst into tears, fearing Natasha's wrath and the pain of being beaten again. She need not have worried though because Natasha just cuddled her close, lavishing kisses and gentle strokes on her battered body until she fell asleep, cocooned in the sensual warmth of her mistress.

The next few days passed without incident because even the prison officer, Pratt, left her alone, failing to appear in the library and use her for his perverted pleasure. Natasha continued to be concerned and thoughtful, gently massaging the bruises on Amy's bottom cheeks every night with arnica though Amy repaid the favour by using her tongue and fingers, enjoying the subtle scent of her mistress' arousal and revelling in making her come. It was such a submissive act and yet so fulfilling to lick along the length of a luscious slit and then feel the swollen bud pulsing with pleasure against her lips. She even found delight in rimming Natasha's crinkled anus and then slipping her tongue into the tight depths and twirling it gently round. What was she becoming? Or had she already been that way and never had the opportunity to explore her sexuality? As she catalogued the books in the library, she brooded, brow furrowed deeply as she tried to come to terms with her new life inside.

It was nearly a week later that Pratt caught Amy alone in the library once more. Her heart fluttered like a trapped bird's wings as he strode in then shut and locked the door behind him.

"I think that you must have recovered by now, Benson, so it's time for you to practise those oral skills on me once more. Got a nice lot of cream saved up for you!" he stated, unzipping his flies and pulling out his cock. Amy watched it lengthen, mouth drying up and pulse beating faster then she sank to her knees obediently, realising that there was no point in resisting. He was bigger and stronger than her and he was in charge. If he wanted to get her into serious trouble then he could easily and she would be spending time in solitary. Fighting back the tears of shame, she opened her mouth and accepted the broad bulbous knob inside, wrinkling her nose as the smell of his maleness washed over her. Pratt gripped her blonde hair tightly and controlled her, using her mouth as he wished to excite himself. It was demeaning and degrading to be just his toy and yet it also turned her on and she cursed her own body as her pussy moistened slowly but steadily.

After about five minutes, the prison officer withdrew his gleaming, glistening prick and pulled her up onto her feet.

"Bend over the desk, Benson," he snapped, pushing her over to the battered wood after unzipping her jumpsuit and pulling it down around her knees. Choking back a sob, Amy complied, trying not to squirm away as his hands slipped under the elastic of her panties and started to slide them down too.

"Hmm I see the marks have now gone," he observed when her buttocks were bared and she flushed at the memory, shivering as his fingers traced over the soft smoothness of her skin. He started to spank her lightly, almost teasingly and the soft stinging warmed her flesh while delightful ripples seeped into her nerve endings and tingled down to her clitoris. It was sensuous and arousing and she could not help but respond: body betraying her delight as dribbles of juice slithered down her inner thighs much to his amusement. The officer whipped his hand down harder and made Amy groan and squeal as the pain increased sharply and then she was lost in a haze of redness. His palm spanked her quivering buttocks hard and fast: smack after smack raining down on her bare bottom and rapidly turning it red. Amy fought through the pain, enduring it and then finding pleasure in the heat that suffused her body and the tantalising vibrations that slithered through her senses.

"That's nice and red now," he observed, resting his hand on her bare arse. "Now you are going to reach back and hold your cheeks wide apart for me, Benson."

Reluctantly, fearing what was going to happen next, Amy obeyed, pulling her buttocks apart while her breasts pressed uncomfortably down on the wooden desk and her head hung down over the edge. Her soft blue eyes stared down at the scarred floor as she felt him shuffle nearer until his thighs pressed against her own. A sudden wet splat in her wide open anal crevice made her jump and he chuckled then rubbed the spittle in, remarking that she should be grateful he was lubricating her arse hole.

"Say thank you, Mr Pratt!" he murmured as his fingers slithered the saliva round her crinkled anal entrance.

Stubbornly, Amy refused, eyes filling with tears as she realised that he was going to sodomise her once more. His hand slipped down further and nails pinched her soft labia and she screamed, body heaving at the sudden sharp shards of agony that lanced into her senses.

"I told you to thank me!" he stated coldly, pinching her delicate folds again and she shrieked then obeyed, sobbing out the words and sighing with relief as his fingers moved away.

The respite from pain was only temporary however as soon the prison officer's thick swollen knob was pressing insistently into Amy's tiny anal aperture. She breathed quicker as her ring began to stretch around the throbbing glans and tears veiled her eyes. Amy fought back the panic and tried to relax but it was hard to accept the massive knob into her bottom and she squealed as she was stretched wider and wider until she felt as if she was going to be split in two. Then it slipped in and she sighed with relief as her rectal ring pulsed around his thinner shaft.

Pratt watched in awe as the tiny portal opened up for his swollen, purple knob. She was so tight that it was almost painful as he pressed in harder and he gritted his teeth as her anal walls squeezed around his cock like a velvet glove milking him dry. He rested his palms on her bottom cheeks and stilled his prick in her anus, plugging her perfectly as her innards throbbed around his length. He could feel the sweet vibrations of her pain running along the length of her spine and see the trembling of her white thighs and he reached under her prone body and cupped her breasts as he drove in further and deeper until all of his cock was snugly ensconced within her bottom.

Amy's mouth opened and a gasp of agonised ecstasy squeezed out into the room as his thick cock filled her anal tube totally. She could feel her spongy walls gripping his veined shaft and each sweet pang of pain sent ripples running down into her clit and dribbles of lust squeezed out of her pussy folds. His large hands encompassed her breasts and pulled them back towards him, making her slide backwards slightly and impale herself even further on his length. He held them tightly and then started to slide in and out of her tightness and she groaned with each slow, arse-abrading thrust. She felt as if her insides were being pushed up out of her mouth as he penetrated her deeply and then came the reverse effect: the agonising withdrawal which sucked at her sore anal walls and left her feeling turned inside out. Her mouth opened and shut soundlessly with each movement of his thickness in her abraded anus and her agonised excitement grew as he gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, shafting her harder and fast and making the room ring with the squelchy sensuality of his cock sliding into her open ring.

Pratt gritted his teeth as he felt the desire to come slither through his shaft. He gripped her soft mounds tighter, digging his fingers into the yielding flesh and enjoying the shivers of pain that ran through her body in response. Her tight tube sucked voraciously on his shaft as it entered her once again and he rammed it home fully, balls aching with desire. His prick started to jerk and twitch inside her and he controlled himself just long enough to slide it out fully and then he sighed with perverted pleasure as his creamy seed shot out of the end and spattered down into her open and pulsing anal darkness. Jet after jet of spunk splashed around Amy's ring and then trickled down into the heated depths before Pratt pushed back in, sighing with delight as her tight walls enclosed his still hard cock shaft. He started to shaft her once more, feeling the tight squeezing of her anus keeping his cock hard even as the last few dribbles of his come slithered out of his slit and into her bottom hole.

Amy squealed as she felt the hot spunk slither down her anal crevice and into her bottom. Tears filled her eyes as she realised that she was so open and exposed to him. A hot flush of shame suffused her body as she pictured his cold eyes staring at the tight crinkled furrow of her anus and the dribbles of white cream trickling down into it. The thought was so demeaning and perverse that she came, reacting to his fingers gripping her breasts hard and his cock sliding back into her open hole so easily. She gasped out her delight into the room and tears splashed down onto the floor beneath as she shamefully responded to the degradation of her body by wriggling and writhing in pleasure. The rich scorn of his laughter added to her climax and she hung her head in shame as he slowly pulled his thick slimy worm out of her arsehole and wiped it clean on her bottom cheeks.

"Still so nice and tight in there, Benson, though after you go for another scan on Wednesday perhaps it won't be!" he murmured into her ear as he patted her gently on the bottom. Her brain was still trying to comprehend the enormity of the information when he unlocked the door and strolled out, whistling happily as he walked down the corridor.