J(anet) D(ubois) IN JAIL

Janet Dubois



I know that in some of my previous tales I have mentioned my handcuffs

and promised to tell about when they were presented to me. I got them

from a friend of mine who worked for the California Department of

Corrections, but how she gave them to me was certainly unique.

I had been drinking at Archie's Bunker { a local watering hole for the

college crowd} and was with a couple of friends. We spent the typical

evening watching reruns of ALL IN THE FAMILY {how the bar got it's

name} and arguing over who was the bigger ass, Archie or Mike. I

didn't like Archie in the least, but I found Mike's attitudes to be as

offensive as Archie's. Mike thought that all women and minorities were

deprived, not because of the white males, but because they didn't know

better. But, I am digressing, and I'm sure that no one is interested

in that series anymore.

After the crowd started to thin, Sherry and I went to the parking lot

to drive back to our apartment. As I unlocked the door we were

approached by a woman of Amazonian proportions who questioned my

ability to drive. Had I been sober, I would have smelled a rat, as I

hadn't even put the keys in the ignition. I was 'arrested', handcuffed

and placed in the back of a correctional van. I nearly wet my pants to

think that I was actually under arrest. I was too surprised to

question anything and probably cried as the van pulled out of the lot

onto the boulevard.

I wasn't sure where we were going, but remember pulling into what I

thought was an abandoned factory, but was assured it was 'Central

Receiving'. The odor of rot and rats should have clued me in, but as I

said, I had had a few.

At the end of a corridor was a metal door through which I was led and

nearly screamed when I saw nothing in the room but a hook suspended

from the ceiling, two chairs and a small table and a musty cot. The

'officer' was constantly berating me for being arrogant enough to

endanger the entire city by my drunken driving and hinted at the severe

penalties for the offense. I began to sweat and shake, having recently

read articles about the torture chambers still active in some of the

more remote countries, and felt as though I was in someone's nightmare.

I was led to the center from the room and my 'cuffs' were attached to

the hook. Sherry was then seated in the chair and strapped down. The

guard was grinning wildly as she returned to me and started to tell me

that she was part of a group of law enforcement personnel who felt the

law too lenient and took on the responsibility of catching those

offenders who fell through the cracks.

I remember pleading with her not to hurt me and promised {as we all

would} that I would lead a pristine existence if she would overlook my

discretion. Her laugh and the severe manner in which she had her hair

done convinced me that I was giving her more pleasure by begging than

if I had struggled and called her names.

Typical of most sadists and torturers, she began by unbuttoning my

blouse and skirt while telling me some of the perverse ways to inflict

physical and emotional pain. My fears were somewhat eased when I

noticed that the only non-furniture item in the room was a small box on

the table. I also began to sober enough to notice that Sherry was not

the least concerned about our predicament.

As my keeper moved to the table, I began to demand my rights as an

American {why we are despised the world over} and she literally yelled

that I also had the right to be frigged until I passed out. To match

action to word, she opened the box and held out the contents, a number

of dildoes and vibrators. Although I had inklings about my lesbianism,

I had never used any appliances. Sherry and I had only recently met

and we had made love twice. Once, it started as mutual masturbation

and the second time she showed me how to lick pussy. {Our roles were

reversed rather quickly, but at the time I was a novice.}

The guard returned to me and suggested that I select my own tool or she

would select the largest and most painful. Naturally, I selected a

small and narrow vibrator, which she switched on to be sure that the

batteries were in working order. As soon as she was sure that they

were, she started running the pseudo-cock over my tits, causing my

nipples to become involuntary hard.

'I see that you like this', she said. My protests convinced neither

her nor Sherry that I didn't. She slowly moved the vibrator down until

it rested on my hair {before I started shaving} and I couldn't help but

shiver as the humming went were it would do the most good. I could

feel myself becoming wet and my earlier fears were fading as she gently

began to stroke my pussy lips and clit.

I realized that this had to be some type of game because her earlier

roughness was replaced by tenderness as she parted my lips and slowly

inserted the vibrator into my twat. I know I came immediately,

probably twice, because I was suddenly dripping with juices. I saw

Sherry get up from her chair, never really having been secured and she

came to the center of the room and explained that Laura was a friend of

hers who enjoyed these little charades. As Laura began to speed up her

frigging of my cunt, each took a nipple into their mouth and began to

lick and suck.

The third time I came, I asked that they might unhook me as my arms

were quite tired. After I was released, my arms virtually useless,

they led me to the cot and helped me to remove my clothes as well as

theirs. I have described Sherry before, but for those readers who have

not read previous stories, she has a youthful appearence. Her tits are

quite small, although her aureolas are quite large, and she had already

begun shaving her pussy clean. Her legs are long and thin and her

blonde hair very long and straight. Laura, on the other hand, shaved

neither her cunt nor her underarms.

After we were all situated on the cot, both explained how I was now

going to be introduced to the aspects of women's love. I was a little

scared and felt as I did when I lost my cherry to first boyfriend. The

difference was like night and day. He was much less understanding and

it seemed as though he only lasted two minutes before rolling over and

falling asleep.

Laura was the first to replace her words with actions and kissed me

very hard and long. She massaged my tits and back for awhile before

she guided my hands to her own globes. After a few moments, she moved

our hands lower and we began to feel each others' juices. I felt her

shiver as she came and felt the sticky juices run down my fingers. She

pulled my hands away and brought them between our lips and we began to

lick the juices off. She pushed me back on the cot and began to kiss

my body from head to foot, stopping at the important places. When I

looked around, I saw Sherry with one foot on the chair, pushing one of

the dildoes in and out of her pussy. She seemed to enjoy watching

Laura and I and occasionally moaned or cried as she came. The sight of

the pink rubber moving like a train and the licking I was getting made

me come almost violently.

Laura then called Sherry over and as she replaced Laura between my

legs, I pulled Laura toward me. As I began to suck Laura, I noticed

how pungent her aroma was, but was still determined to lick her dry.

She seemed to enjoy my tongue and constanly spoke encouragement to both

of us. As her movements became more noticeable, she told me to stick a

finger into her anus. At first, the idea seemed strange, but I wasn't

about to spoil my own coming out party and used her come as a lubricant

to ease entry. I moved my finger in and out while my tongue flicked

back and forth across her clit. When she came, she spurted over my

face and I came again, nearly forgetting that it was Sherry that was

working my twat.

We spent the next several hours fingering each other and trying out the

different toys they had brought. I'm not sure how many times I came,

but I know I was sore for a week after.

When we were again clothed, we thanked each other and Laura gave me her

handcuffs, probably as a momento. Every time I get them out, I think

of that evening and get somewhat melancholic. Most people remember the

first time they have sex and it holds a special place in their heart

forever. I certainly will never forget Laura, although we have never

again seen each other. As for Sherry, we spent another year together

and had many wonderful experiences together. Unfortunately, when I

moved east, she was unwilling to come with me.

I did get to reminisce with Sherry when she visited Snow Country and we

got to explore new sexual experiences together and with my neighbor

Carol, but that's another story.

J. D.

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