The Adventures of Jocelyn Tart
Copyright© 2012 by Steven Black
Chapter 2
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 2 - An ongoing story about a British woman jailed in an American Prison. Why is she there? and what's with the unusual punishment?
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual DomSub FemaleDom Group Sex Interracial Oral Sex Masturbation Cream Pie 2nd POV
"Alright Queenie!" The guard insisted, "You know the rules, sixty seconds to wash ya twat. Rinse it princess, time TA close the hatch on ya snatch!"
"For the love of humanity," Jocelyn protested as she rinsed herself and stood for the guard to re-harness the belt. "must you be so vulgar when discussing my anatomy?"
"Listen Lady Godiva," The overweight brute of a woman snapped. "I don't have ta let ya clean ya clit as often as I do. The rules don't say nutting 'bout it. But seeing' as ya ain't been a bad egg," She fixed her belt as she hoisted her pants back to her waist. "I figured I'd be nice an let ya smell good. But hey, if ya wanna be a bitch 'bouts da whole ting, yer snatch can rot fer all I care."
"I apologize," She curtsied, realizing her protests held no weight with the mannish guard. "I do appreciate your efforts in promoting good hygiene practices."
"Yeah," The guard repeated full of herself with Jocelyn's words feeding her ego. "Promoting' good hygiene practices. Kay, let's get goin'. I gotta get ya back to ya cell an get some other dirty whores down here."
The guard snapped the lock shut being careful to assure it had been attached properly. After inspecting the device and feeling around the edges for a snug fit she nodded with approval. She removed her inspection gloves and slapped Jocelyn on her ass. Jocelyn jumped and started moving out of the bath area and awaited her cuffs as she stood at the walk line. It was first time she had been slapped and not turned on, the thought nauseated her. The guard attached the cuffs and chains to the group of women and began the walk back to their cells. Jocelyn was the last to be returned.
"Maybe if ya behave yourself," the guard mumbled avoiding any eaves dropping, "I'll come by an take it off fer a while. Maybe we can eh, play a bit?"
Jocelyn nodded with a smile trying to hide the disgust she felt at the guards words. She thought to herself that a manly woman for even ten minutes would be as good as a chiseled hunk of man-flesh riding her severely neglected body.
"Okay, let's go!" The guard yelled as she motioned her into the cell. "Into year cell, princess. I gotta run fifty more o' ya trew da cunt wash!"
Theresa was silently waiting inside with her back turned to the guard to avoid her hopeful expression. Hair still wet and toweled she turned to watch the guard close the door to see her nod in agreement to Jocelyn.
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