Imprisoned! Ch 11 & 12

Chapter Eleven

Amy made her phone call home the next day. Prisoners were only allowed one a week officially though if you were prepared to do a few little favours to the prison officers then you could sneak in more. The other alternative was to get your hands on a mobile but they were like gold dust and Sawyer seemed to have the stranglehold on the supply for Amy's wing, probably through her connections with Pratt. Unwilling to pay the price that Sawyer would no doubt extort, Amy waited patiently in the long line, trying her best not to listen to the heart-rending conversations as she got nearer to her turn. Even the toughest of prisoners had tears in their eyes as they finished their five minute turn on one of the three phones and headed back into the depths of the prison to mull over what they had heard from home.

Eventually a phone became free and Amy grabbed it and dialled swiftly, turning her face to the blank wall to gain as much privacy as possible. For a few worrying moments, she thought no-one was going to answer but then came the familiar voice and she sighed in relief and carefully chatted, trying to pass along the information that she needed to whilst maintaining a semblance of normality in case anyone was eavesdropping.

"Five minutes up, Benson," remarked Officer Jacobs and Amy quickly said a hurried goodbye and hung up before she walked back down the long corridor to her cell.

Wednesday dawned bright and clear and Amy obediently reported to the reception area of the prison at the correct time.

"Thought I might have to come and get you today," remarked Pratt evilly as he handcuffed her along with two other new girls and she shivered. "Make sure that you don't say anything to upset these two or I will have to have you punished again. Glad to see that you have been sensible though and not tried to complain to the governor."

"Worried about that, are you?"

"No because she is in my pocket too, Benson, as she gets a little something in her pocket each month just like you will!"

"Where's Sawyer?" inquired Amy fearfully, twinges in her bottom as she remembered the effect of the leather tawse on her soft flesh.

"Staying here today much to her chagrin. There's only so many scans you ladies can have," stated Daley with a broad grin. "The doctor though thinks that you will need a lot and as you were a great hit with our customers last time then I think we might agree with her!"

Amy sat quietly in the van, trying not to catch the eyes of the other two women as the vehicle sped through the streets towards the industrial unit. Did either of them know what was going to happen to them? Had they had a 'scan' before? Both were in their late twenties and attractive though the taller one, Hutchins according to the label on her jumpsuit, had a slight scar under her left eye, Amy noticed as the van turned into the unit and shuddered to a halt.

"What's going on?" asked the shorter one as the two officers manhandled them out of the vehicle.

"Keep quiet, Travis, and both of you listen carefully. Benson here knows what it's all about so you can take her in and get her ready, mate," stated Pratt to Daley and the younger officer grabbed Amy's arm and led her off to her date with degradation.

To Amy's shock and surprise, she was once again made to strip and then strapped down onto the padded bench although this time face up.

"But I've been good," she protested as the other two, white-faced and shaking, were escorted in by Pratt a few moments later after he had explained to them what they were there for.

"True but we are going to use you to encourage this pair. Also our customers enjoyed having you last time after you had been beaten so we thought we might oblige them once again. Seems to get you in the mood, Benson!" Daley commented and Amy twisted her head round and watched in horror as he selected a whippy cane from one of the shelves along the far wall.

"Please, Mr Pratt!" she shrieked as the hard wood rested across the soft mounds of her breasts.

"Please what, Benson?" he asked, grey eyes as cold as ice as he stared over at her.

"I'll do what you want, honest I will."

"Yes you will, Benson... after Daley has had a bit of fun!"

The other two prisoners watched in shock as Daley whipped the cane up and down. There was an instant of silence and then Amy howled as a red mark blossomed on her white flesh and a vivid flash of pain burst into her brain. Five more strokes followed and the pain overwhelmed her, burning hot in her body and making her arch her back off the padded leather bench. The tip of the cane slid down her naked body and rested on her thighs and suddenly he started whipping those. Agony flowed through her with every stroke and tears spilt from her cornflower-blue eyes and trickled down her cheeks unheeded. Then he switched targets again and she found herself screaming as the cane beat a rapid pulse against the soles of her feet. That was even more painful than the caning of her breasts and thighs and she could not stop trying to twist away from the agony caused by the harsh bite of the wood on her sensitive soles.

"Just her arse now and then we can leave these two to get ready for their customers," announced Pratt as the two prisoners stripped off their prison clothes and started to dress themselves in the skimpy underwear provided. He walked over and released one of Amy's ankles then bent her leg up towards her pinned wrist and cuffed them together before repeating the trick on the other side. Amy blanched at being so utterly exposed and open and her buttocks twitched nervously as the wooden cane rested against their softness for an instant. Daley raised the flexible rod then aimed carefully and cut down, making the pliant flesh ripple with the force of the impact as he cut into her buttocks. Amy squealed like a stuck pig and gasped in air desperately, trying to prepare herself for the next stroke but failing as another explosion of pain seethed like an electric shock through her senses. Another ten strokes made a round dozen and then the two officers walked out, chuckling to each other while Amy lay back on the bench and tried to fight off the agony that coursed through her naked and exposed body.

Amy shuddered as the door clicked open a few minutes later as she now knew what to expect. She could not see the other two girls as she was lying on her back staring up at the ceiling but she heard their little gasps of fear and then the rhythmic creaking of the bedsprings shortly afterwards though by then she was fully occupied with a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. Her soft folds parted for the thick knob as did her lips, opening wide to accept the purple helmet as she knew resistance was futile. She savoured the taste as the cock in her mouth slid in and out, pushing deep until it touched the back of her throat. The other prick teased her tight entrance, just entering an inch or so whilst fingers rubbed her clit and made her wriggle in response. She used her tongue on the cock in her mouth, teasing the swollen head and feeling it jerk and twitch as the seconds ticked away. Her world shrank to just being filled at both ends and then she sighed with pleasure as the thick prick slid deeper into her quim. Her spongy walls clenched around it as it moved in and out hard and fast and she felt perverse delight stirring in her senses.

Another minute or so passed and then her mouth was filled with creamy come as it spurted out of the tiny slit in the man's cock. More and more slithered into her and bubbles of white froth appeared round her lips as he thrust in and out until he was totally drained. Another cock instantly appeared and Amy felt a hot wash of shame rush through her as she swallowed slippery sperm down then opened wide to accept the next man. The prick in her pussy twitched and jerked suddenly and she heard the man groan in ecstasy as he shot his load into her tight tunnel, ramming his rod fully into her as his body shuddered and shook with delight until he had finished filling her with spunk. With barely a pause, another cock slid deep into her pussy as he moved away and she sighed with pleasure at being filled again.

Another two cocks used and abused her before the next man teased her tight ring with his massive knob. Amy squealed around the muffling cock in her mouth as she was impaled anally and her eyes widened as her rectal ring was stretched ever wider until it finally popped and the man slid in, thrusting hard and deep in excitement as her tight anal walls gripped his shaft. Delight and darkness swam through her mind as she was degraded and demeaned and then came a crashing sound on the door and everything stopped just as the cock in her anus started to spurt its white seed into her.

"Police! Stay where you are!" echoed through the room and both men using Amy stepped away in shock and a stream of sperm spattered down over her naked body, trickling along her anal cleft. As her tear-veiled eyes stared up unseeingly, hands unceremoniously wrestled both men away from her and clicked cuffs on their wrists.

"Amy, Amy, are you alright?" asked one of the policemen bending down and looking straight into her glazed eyes. "Come on, Amy, you're okay now. We're here."

"Has she...?" asked a young policeman, eyes scanning up and down her exposed body.

"Of course she bloody well has been. Now go and find something to cover her with, Davies!" snapped the inspector angrily as he watched the trail of sperm slither down her anal cleft and stain the perfect pinkness of her pussy lips.

Chapter Twelve

It was nearly an hour before Amy, fresh from the shower and clothed once more in her prison jumpsuit, faced the rest of the police team who had raided the industrial unit. It was the hardest thing she had had to do in her life just walking out and trying to act normally, knowing that the people she worked with every day had all seen her naked and covered in come. She felt her face redden and then they all gave her a big cheer and she cried, tears cascading down her cheeks in rivulets. Inspector Marks grabbed her and hugged her tightly to him and she allowed herself to be comforted for a while as she gradually pulled herself together.

"Right, lads, take everyone back to the station and start the interviews and arrest process. Oh and don't forget to give those two prison officers an accidental kick or two on the way!" Marks stated coldly, staring across at the bowed heads of the two men concerned.

Waiting until everyone had gone, the inspector sat Amy down, ironically on the padded leather bench that she had suffered so much on, and said, "You are the bravest girl I know, Amy, and you have done the prison service an enormous favour by finding out what was going on at that prison. Now, after we take a statement from you, you are going to go home and relax. Take the next week off to recover from this ordeal and then Police Constable Benson, you can return as Sergeant Benson!"

"Really?"

"Yes, the chief constable has confirmed it. You had already passed the exams anyway."

"There's one thing I need to do first, Inspector Marks," stated Amy quietly.

"Anything, Amy, after what you've been through!"

"I want to go back into the prison now and say a few goodbyes."

"What? I thought you'd never want to go near that place again!" expostulated the inspector, dark eyebrows arching up in shock.

"I owe someone an explanation and I also want to arrest Janice Sawyer and lead her out in cuffs!"

It was shortly after lunchtime that Amy arrived back at the reception area of the prison, accompanied by Inspector Marks and another two police officers. A few quiet words from the inspector had the prison staff jumping to help and so Amy was allowed back inside. This time, she did not shiver in terror as the metal doors clanged shut behind her and she walked proudly down the long corridor into A wing and straight to her cell where she sat on her bed and waited patiently. It was only about five minutes before Natasha arrived, escorted by a white-faced Officer Jacobs.

"You can go and wait outside, Jacobs!" snapped Amy abruptly and Natasha looked at her in surprise, brown eyes puzzled as the officer immediately obeyed.

"What's this all about, white girl?"

"A confession, Natasha, and an apology. I am not who I said I was. I am an undercover police officer and we have just arrested Pratt and Daley and there may be a few others going from this nick as well once we have finished investigating."

"Oh shit!" replied Natasha bitterly. "I suppose you're going to have me up on assault charges now just to add a bit to my sentence!"

Amy laughed then walked up to the tall black woman and, standing on tiptoes, reached up and kissed her softly on the mouth before replying, "Of course not, Mistress! You kept me safe in here and taught me a few things about myself that I hadn't realised before. In fact, when you get out of here in a few months, you are very welcome to come and stay at my place and teach me how to be an even better servant!"

"You mean that?"

"Yes I do, Mistress!" responded Amy with a broad smile and then she squealed as Natasha hugged her tightly and crushed all the breath out of her before they kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity.

"Now you can come with Jacobs and me as we go and drag Sawyer out so she can be arrested," Any eventually managed to say as they broke apart from each other.

"Now that does sound like fun!" answered Natasha, smiling widely and, holding hands, the two of them strode out of the cell and walked down the corridor with Officer Jacobs trailing in their wake.

Amy, lying back in her hot bath later that day and feeling the water soothe her aches and pains, chuckled at the memory of Sawyer's shocked face. It really had been a picture though definitely not a pretty one and Amy had enjoyed the moment considerably. She had also revelled in winding Jenny Jacobs up, keeping her wondering until the very last minute before she had whispered into the prison officer's ear that she wasn't going to be reporting her for assaulting her when she had first arrived. Sliding a finger down her slick, naked body, Amy frowned slightly as she suddenly realised that it had taken being imprisoned to set her free. Now she knew what she wanted sexually... what turned her on... and she sighed with delight as her finger rubbed across her clit whilst through her mind flickered memories of Natasha, pain and pleasure, degradation and delight, suffering and sensuality! It had definitely been worth being imprisoned!