Gillian's Descent Ch. 06

Not to be forced to do this was like a tonic for Gillian and she allowed the guards strong hands to explore her soft body, caressing her fulsome breasts, squeezing her round bottom and fondling her pubic mound, before long the two of them were away from that grim place, that jail cell in a tough prison and alone in each others arms. Joannie soon lost her uniform and allowed Gillian to explore her hard, muscular body in kind before the two women wrapped themselves up in their arms and soon their tongues were exploring all their orifices. They French kissed for long enough before Gillian dropped to her knees and ran her wet tongue down the guards breasts and stomach before delivering orgasmic oral sex that had both panting and squealing to a messy climax before the favour was returned and the two collapsed to recover in each others tender arms. They allowed themselves to gently doze off into a contented sleep.

*

They were still fast asleep in each others naked arms when the group of men, led by the Warden, filed silently into the cell. He stood just out of Joannie's reach with his arms behind his back as he waited for them to become aware of their presence. Which they did when one of the six guards behind him coughed.

Joannie came to first, for a brief moment foggy and unsure of her surroundings then instantly she knew and she sat up sharply, desperately trying to cover her exposed tits and pussy. The Warden gave her a rueful smile.

"Don't worry Guard Lawler, seen it all now."

Gillian was conscious now and through sticky eyes she asked what Joannie couldn't.

"W-What is this?"

"That's easy Prisoner Anderson, we've come here to arrest Guard Lawler."

"A-Arrest her, for what?" Gillian balefully asking the questions as Joannie tensed and waited carefully.

"For the rape and murder of Prisoner #546731, a Miss Gillian Anderson, you!"

Joannie sprung at the Warden, she didn't know what this was, obviously the coalition that had set Gillian up had bought him off. The Warden was ready though, and as the super tough, muscular Amazon sprang at him he brought out the tazer gun from behind his back and jammed it into her right breast, pulling the trigger and sending the volts flying through her shocked body.

She flopped to the floor and although still conscious she couldn't even speak as the guards crowded around her and started to cuff and drag Gillian away. The Warden towered over his previous right hand woman and shook his head.

"You really shouldn't have fucked those damned black whores, you really shouldn't."

And with that admonishment he jabbed the tazer into Joannie and zapped her until the dangerous woman was rendered unconscious and as helpless as a kitten.

*

It was time to put an end to this. Joe Dupree and all his fellow members of the coalition that had been formed to teach Gillian Anderson a life changing lesson had had their fun and were all now tiring of it. She had to be put out of reach and all the loose ends neatly tied up, so that is exactly what happened over the next few weeks, and with the collective power of the men behind this set up oiling the wheels of justice that was all too easy.

Joannie Lawler, former model prison guard, was bewildered at the speed of her arrest, fit up and sentencing. Of course, that is what having the coroner, Police Chiefs and lawyers and judges in the city on your side will do. She never found out what really had happened to Gillian once the Warden had zapped her unconscious and knew that the charges and descriptions read out in court were full of crap. She fumed and strained against the strong cuffs and chains that held her as the prosecution described how she was a brutal sadist who delighted in tormenting new prisoners and how she had taken particular attention on the pretty, red-headed former Police Commander. Other prisoners, including Carly and Jazz, described how Joannie would humiliate and debase Gillian daily and how the violence escalated until that fateful night in the cell.

"This huge, powerful female Guard, Miss Lawler took the victim from her cell and led her to the cell where she would kill her, execute her if you like" the prosecutor explained solemnly.

"From there we can only go with the forensic evidence and the aftermath of what was left in the cell to construct exactly what occurred in that cell that night. There is clear physical evidence that Guard Lawler abused her position and used her baton to beat prisoner Anderson, that when she tired of beating her she handcuffed her wrists behind her back and then proceeded to use this instrument (producing the obscene strap on dildo that Joannie had used on Carly and Jazz) to rape her defenceless victim. And then in the cruellest act of all this vile woman stood the handcuffed and defenceless prisoner on a stool, placed a noose around her head and as she raped her she kicked the stool from under her and allowed her to die. In effect Guard Lawler acted as judge, jury and executioner."

It was the perfect fit up and it took only minutes for Joannie to be found guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment. It should be no surprise to discover that she was sent back to Arkhall facility to serve her time in the midst of all the women she had previously guarded. Super strong Amazon or not, as she drove through the desert towards her fate she knew, deep down, that this would be bad, real bad.

On her return to the jail, this time as convicted felon, Joannie was led, in chains and stark naked, through the jail and taken to the hall that was used as a gym hall. There in the centre of the room was a vaulting horse that seven of the male guards who Joannie had previously terrorised took great pleasure in draping her over and tying her arms and ankles to the legs of the horse, presenting her mouth , ass and pussy to anyone nearby. They left her there alone, but not before taking the time to describe in detail what each of them would be doing to her during her extended stay as a prisoner in the jail.

As Joannie digested that news and tried in vain to shift her bonds the silence of the gym was broken by the entrance of the Warden. He walked slowly towards her and squatted to look in her eyes as he spoke.

"You know it's a damn shame. It really is. You were a hell of a guard and if you could only have kept your fucking nose out of things you still would be. Still, I always did wonder what it would be like to fuck you, to have you, so strong and powerful, be nothing than my fuck toy. I always did wonder if you took it in the ass!"

Well he had to wonder no longer as he squeezed his long, thin cock deep into said asshole and taking Joannie's long, dark hair in his hands he began to fuck her doggy style.

"Hmmm, just as invigorating as I imagined that it would be, just like breaking a wild stallion I would think."

Joannie did not respond, instead she gritted her teeth and determined not to give the old bastard the satisfaction of getting to her. She succeeded too, after all she was a tough cookie, born into a hard, tough family and graduated through the school of hard knocks, but this was a fight she knew, deep down, she could never survive never mind win. And the small victory that was not conceding anything to the Warden ass he pumped his dick in and out of Joannie's asshole was about to be proven totally meaningless.

As Joannie lay there, prone across the vaulting box, she looked up (as much as her position allowed her to anyway) and saw that she had been positioned so that she was facing the door to the gym and as the Warden continued to pump her the door swung open and two guards entered and what followed them sent shivers down the tough woman's spine. In almost a perfect line entered a whole series of female prisoners, all stark naked and all, without exception, sporting huge strap on dildos and each took the time to smile malevolently at Joannie as they entered before lining up around the walls of the square room. Joannie recognised them all, she had given each and every one her one special brand of 'initiation' to her prison in her time and as physically dominant and impressive as she was there must have been nearly eighty of them by the time the last one filed into the room. But there were still two to come. Followed into the room by four more armed guards came Carly and Jazz.

They walked slowly towards Joannie, making sure eye contact was established and held with her. Whether their strange gait as they walked was as a result of that encounter with Joannie and her guards or whether that was just the impression they were trying to create she didn't know. Each sported a strap on dildo of their own but these two dwarfed even the massive ones that the rest of the prisoners wore. Silently, they stopped inches from Joannie's face and smiled at her current situation – the Warden almost reaching the point of cumming deep inside her. Both girls were wearing matching black, leather dominatrix outfits and carrying matching canvas bags on their shoulder which they proceeded to lay down and empty onto the hard floor just below Joannie's face.

First out was a roll of barbed wire, then a selection of silver handcuffs, a bull whip, a riding crop, an orange ball gag, a pair of jump leads for a car, an electric shaver, a cattle prod, a pair of pliers, a baseball bat, a load of lube, a modified ink pen usually used by cons to make their own home made tattoos, a cigarette lighter and a piss stained funnel. It was a collection of items that froze Joannie's blood, especially in the hands of these two vindictive whores who she had treated in the manner she had. But her thought were interrupted by the grunts and straining of the warden as he finished cumming up her ass.

When he finally regained his composure he informed Joannie that Carly and Jazz were to be her new cell mates and that she'd be obeying them completely, whether she wanted to or not!

"That's right cunt!" spat Jazz, holding Joannie's chin in her hand, " You're gonna be our little prison bitch! Do what we say, when we say and how we say! And we got plenty revenge lined up for you bitch! Take our word for it slut before long you will be happy to eat the shit straight from out assholes if we tell you to!"

And the worst thing was that, as Joannie lay there sweating and frustrated almost to the point of sobbing, she knew that they would and knew that with all the resources at their disposal and all the time they wanted to do it properly, breaking her indomitable spirit and making her their feeble bitch. She had seen it happen too many times in prison, just not to this extreme degree. She really was fucked.

The two black sisters stalked behind Joannie, meaning she wasn't able to see what they were up to, their heavy black boots clicking loudly on the stone floor as they went. She felt her ass being roughly pawed and then these chilling words.

"But before we get started all these other ladies have some revenge to get too. They want their pound of flesh as well. After all it is only fair, you gave each of them their anal initiation when they were new fish in the prison well tonight it's their payback, they get to return the favour. Ladies! If you want to form a queue back here and get some of that lube, you'll all get your turn tonight. Now who's first?"

*

Gillian Anderson awoke to birds singing and bright sunlight streaming through a window in the room she lay in. She smelled of flowers and perfume, her hair was at it's most luxurious and she felt as if emerging from a long dreamless sleep. For the briefest of moments she could not think who she was or remember the horrors of the past few months. She felt so refreshed and invigorated, clean was the word. She felt clean! But as she rolled to her side and sleepily sat on the edge of the bed, glorying in the warm rays of sunshine cascading in through the barred windows her memory slowly returned. Her mind was still foggy as if it had been drugged and she wiped at her eyes tying to inject some life into them. Looking around the room again it certainly made a pleasant change from the dull grey of that godforsaken jail cell she had called home, but the thought of the cell focussed her on the bars at the window and already she was suspicious about this place. She slipped off the bed and grabbed a red silk bathrobe which she tightly wound a belt around before checking the room out further and trying the handle of the door. She was half surprised when it gave way easily and swung open and she found herself in a corridor. Hearing dishes clatter to her left she followed the noise, her mind racing as to where she was and what was going on.

Her body and mind felt so lethargic but with each step hope came forth, perhaps she had somehow escaped her own personal hell. Perhaps that collection of bastards who had set her up had relented, she started to remember vaguely the latest happenings in the prison and her night with the female guard as she came to the room where a clatter of dishes and cups was. She peered through the doorway and almost at once was hauled in by the grabbing hands of a small, coloured man who pulled her gently to the wooden table and bench that dominated the room (obviously a kitchen), she tried to speak to him but he waved her away and chattered on in a foreign voice. Suddenly, she was overtaken with hunger and she wolfed the plate of fruit placed before her. As she finished she looked up to see that she was being stared at by a sexy dressed young Hispanic girl. The girl had sultry looks, her dark, curly hair cascading over her eyes and shoulders, she was chewing gum furiously and staring a hole through Gillian.

"Who are you? Where is this? What is this?"

The girl may have smiled but it was hardly reassuring, she sauntered over to Gillian and grabbed her hand and led her from the table and through another door. The sun never reached this room and the light was diffused by streams of cigarette smoke. Sitting around the large room on various garish sofas and settees were a range of Hispanic and South American women in various states of undress. Gillian had been around enough to recognise whores and prostitutes and these women were undoubtedly that, and this was obviously a whorehouse South of the border.

"Where are you honey? You're in Hell, baby! You're in Hooker Hell!"

THE END