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Tease Is Taught A Lesson In Jail - 3
by Ynyn (njvaor2004@yahoo.com)

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Continuing saga of the sexy tease as she learns lessons 
the hard way in jail. (M+/F, nc, rp, v, oral, anal, gb)

***

Melissa lay awake in her bed all day; she had been 
raped by the warden and then by her cellmates. She 
sobbed a little, but mostly felt sick.

The golden haired beauty was paralysed by fear of what 
would happen next. The remainder of the day was 
uneventful; she ate her dinner by herself, again 
feeling stares from all across the main room. Noone 
would speak to her; she actually couldn't wait for the 
next day so she could go to work.

Melissa was lying still for hours that night, simply 
unable to sleep. Finally, her body shut down and she 
napped for a couple hours. The next morning, she arose 
and showered and dressed for work. No harassment from 
cellmates or guards so far.

She was wearing her jeans and blue button top for work 
and she finally left for her shift that afternoon.

As she walked passed Sandy at the main desk, the guard 
smiled at her, but said nothing. This was almost as 
scary as when they threatened her, Melissa thought.

She went to work, and mentally escaped using her job to 
forget about her hellish living situation. At the end 
of her shift, she noticed she was running a little 
early and she decided to stop at her apartment to pick 
up a couple books. 

Melissa quickly did this and resumed her commute back 
to WR facility. On the highway, a police car drove up 
behind her and flipped its' lights on.

"Oh shit!" she thought as she pulled over.

The uniformed officer approached her car. 

"Excuse me, ma'am, could I see your license, 
registration and proof of insurance?"

Melissa got the necessary documents and handed them to 
the patrolman.
He walked back to his car to run her information. 
Minutes later, he returned.

"Miss Melissa, the computer says that you are currently 
in the work release program?"

She nods. "Yes, I'm on my way back from work right 
now."

"Well, that's what I figured, but one thing seems a bit 
off. You work down in Parkland, and it's a straight 
shot on Route 12 to the WR center. However, you are 
miles from Route 12. How come?"

Melissa stammered, but figured she better be honest. 
"Um, I...I stopped at my house to pick up these books."

The officer shook his head. "You DO understand that you 
are only to go from the facility to work and straight 
back, NO STOPS are permitted."

The brunette was frightened. "I know, I'm sorry...I 
just wanted to get-"

"Those books, you already said that," as the policeman 
finished her sentence. He looked into the car and 
looked over Melissa.

"Well, we have a problem here. I was only going to give 
you a citation for speeding, however, if I were to do 
that the fact of where you were driving would come up. 
I think I am going to have to report you to the 
facility and the court will likely revoke your work 
release sentence and send you to jail." He lifts up his 
hat and looks at her right in the eye. "Unless...we 
could work something out??"

"Work something out? What do you mean?" asked the brown 
haired girl.

The officer smiled and opened her car door. "Step out 
of the car, ma'am. And walk with me back to my 
cruiser."

Melissa had a pit forming in her stomach as she walked 
over to the police car. He opened the back door and 
motioned for her to get into the back seat. She 
complied.

"You should get on your knees, then get to work and we 
can forget all about this little stop, okay honey?" He 
says to her as he unzips his fly and pulls his hard 
dick out for Melissa to suck.

She is startled and hesitates, the patrolman is unhappy 
with this and snaps at her. "Look, these are your 
choices, either get to work and you can go back to work 
release, or I write you up and you'll go to jail."

Slowly Melissa goes onto her knees on the back seat and 
opened her deep red lips and inserted his member into 
her mouth. She caressed his dick with her tongue and 
moved back and forth quickly in an attempt to get this 
over with.

Minutes later, he shot his load into her and she 
swallowed it up, with only a little drizzling down her 
chin.

"Ahhhhh! Okay, miss you can return to your vehicle, and 
have a nice day!" The satisfied policeman says as 
Melissa exits the back seat and strides to her car.

She spits a few times to try to get the taste out of 
her mouth, with little success. Entering her car and 
turning the key, she sees the clock and is stunned by 
the time; she is already 5 minutes late and at least 10 
minutes away from the facility. She is now terrified of 
what will happen to her as she drives to her "home" for 
four months.

Finally, she arrives at the center and walks to the 
entrance. Taking a deep breath, she opens the door. She 
tries to walk by the desk to sign in, but her tardiness 
does not go unnoticed.

"Well, well it's about time Melissa." Sandy says to 
her. "You are over 15 minutes late, why were you not on 
time?"

Melissa paused a minute and got an idea, that was 
quickly shot down.

"And we contacted your work and were told you actually 
got off early tonight, so don't bother using work as an 
excuse. So, I ask again, why are you tardy in 
returning?"

The golden haired girl sighs and says that she was 
pulled over on the way for speeding.

"Oh, well that actually is a reasonable excuse." Says 
Sandy "Show me the ticket and I'll document the 
lateness as excused."

Melissa got a lump in her throat. "I...uh..I didn't get 
a ticket. He just gave me a warning."

Sandy looks at her pessimistically. "Well, I at least 
need the name of the officer who stopped you."

Stammering now, "I didn't get his name, I was just 
driving on Route 55 and-"

The guard's eyes widened "Route 55, you say? On your 
card here it says you are to go directly to work via 
Route 12. Route 55 is miles off your route. You 
wouldn't be making an illicit stop at your home now 
would you?"

Melissa's face reddened and she nodded her head.

Sandy's face grew serious. "Go sign in while I write 
this up this infraction." She says sternly.

The brunette slowly walked to the main counter and 
signed in at the desk. She was in trouble, and she knew 
it. She looked at Sandy and saw the guard speaking on 
the phone. She then waved for Melissa to return to the 
front. 

"Well, missy I spoke with the warden and he has decided 
to deal with this infraction tomorrow, so go to bed 
now, and meet the warden and I here at 9am."

Melissa nodded and went to her pod to sleep, if that 
was possible. She was very nervous as she lay in her 
bed, wondering what would happen in the morning.

The next day, she woke up, and put on her jean shorts 
and a white top and went to the front desk at 9am. The 
warden and Sandy were waiting for her and the motioned 
her to the back room. A chill ran up her spine as she 
had been to that room twice and was raped both times. 
As she stood in front of the warden's desk, Sandy stood 
beside her and stroked her golden brown hair.

The warden spoke to her and said that she would spend 
the day in the women's wing of the county jail. She 
would be returned to work release that night. This was 
a break, he explained, as she could have been remanded 
to county jail for the rest of her sentence. She nodded 
and thanked him for giving her a break. Melissa was 
told to go back to detention until they called for her 
to be transported to county jail.

As she walked out of the room, she felt as if she heard 
snickering behind her. The brown haired inmate went to 
her pod and started reading a book. It wasn't long 
before a guard appeared in the doorway and called her 
name.

She rose from her bed and went with the guard to head 
to jail. Stopping by the desk, Sandy went over the 
rules again.

"You will be taken into custody at the county jail, 
they will take you to the women's wing. You will remain 
there until 7pm when a guard will escort you out and 
you will return to this facility. This is a big break, 
and there will not be any more, do you understand?"

Melissa nodded as she left with the guard and got into 
the transport van.

Now, the set-up at county jail is as follows: the first 
floor is the booking area, the holding cell, the 
interrogation rooms, and the entrance to court. The 
second floor is for misdemeanor male inmates for non-
violent acts such as unpaid traffic offenses. The third 
floor was the women's wing, and was subdivided inside 
into felons and misdemeanors. The fourth floor was for 
the violent felons.

Melissa arrived at county jail in 20 minutes and was 
escorted by the guard to the booking are where he gave 
her information to the booking officer and then 
departed. The officer seemed confused as he entered her 
info into the computer.

"I'm going to have to call and confirm this, miss, have 
a seat." He picks up the phone and Melissa sits and 
hears his pieces of the conversation.

"Yes, this is officer Wilson from county jail, I have 
this WR inmate Melissa here and it says-"

"Um, okay, so this has been cleared."

"I see, so you will take her back at 7pm tonight?"

"Thank you, that's all I needed."

He hung up and spoke to Melissa "Okay, you need to walk 
with me, I will escort you upstairs. Since you are 
leaving this evening, you will not need to be assigned 
a bunk or a mattress to sleep on."

The girl walks with the guard and they enter the 
elevator. He enters his code and the doors close in 
front of them. She has butterflies in her stomach, as 
she is soon to be in jail, even if it's only for a few 
hours. The guard doesn't speak to her as she watches 
the floor numbers light up as they rise, 2... 3... 4...

The doors open and immediately Melissa knows something 
is terribly wrong. In front of them is obviously NOT 
the women's wing. There are dozens of men staring at 
them as they walk into the center of a hexagon shaped 
room. Each of the six sides is a cell, or pod filled 
with 10-15 men each.

As she turns to speak to the guard, the wolf whistles 
and yelling begins.

"Oh yeah, bring that bitch over here!"

"Check out the legs on that slut!"

"Did you see those tits??"

"No, but I will soon!"

(Laughter)

She looks at the guard with pleading eyes. "I'm 
supposed to be in the women's wing."

The guard shakes his head. "Sorry, babe, Sandy ordered 
you to be rented out to the fourth floor trustees." He 
takes her arm and leads her to the first cell.
Melissa is shaking with fear at the sight of the 15 or 
so men hungrily awaiting her arrival. The door opens 
and she is pushed into the pod, and the door slams 
shut.

It begins.

Before she could scream, hands grabbed at Melissa from 
all directions. Her white top was torn open; the 
buttons fell to the floor. She was pulled backwards and 
down onto a mattress. As she kicked in an attempt to 
escape, her tennis shoes flew off.

"Nooooo!" She screamed, but even she knew it was of no 
use.

The maze of hands tugged at her shorts and slid them 
down her legs and from her body. Before she knew it, 
her bra was torn off and tossed aside. The beautiful 
brunette was pinned to the mattress now, wearing only 
her panties, but the aggressive hands quickly tore them 
from her body.

Now nude except for her white ankle socks, she knew 
what was coming as several large inmates began 
stripping off their clothes. The hands were squeezing 
her large tits and fingering her pussy, a few were 
poking around her ass. There were so many, it made what 
happened to her a few days earlier seem like nothing.

"NOOOOO!STOPPP!" Her protests were more instinctive 
than anything. She knew in her mind that she was 
powerless to stop this assault.

As she was still being molested and fondled, the first 
man climbed onto her and started to fuck Melissa.

"OHHHHH!UGHHH...UGHHHH!" Melissa shouted, but as her 
mouth opened, a large cock was shoved into it. 
"MMMPPHHHH!"

Two men were now doing her at once. Her entire body 
shook as the man between her legs pounded into her. 
This shook her tits violently.

Melissa felt hands on the back of her head as the large 
member was forced back and forth in her mouth.

"Yeah! Fuck that bitch! Harder, make her feel it!" 

Those who were not currently involved in her assault 
cheered on those who were.

After some time, two new men took the place of the 
first attackers. One man shoved his rod into her pussy 
while another began to fuck her mouth. She shook her 
head as the second man spurted into her and was 
rewarded with a smack.

"Fucking bitch! You swallow that shit!"

The others laughed as yet another man stuck his dick 
into her mouth, past her lips, which dripped with cum.

"Hey, I wanna fuck her tits! Make room!" Came a yell 
from the crowd.

The man nailing her shot his load and another stepped 
between her legs, and lifted them onto his shoulders. 
At the same time, another man straddled her chest and 
started fucking her large golden globes, pushing them 
tightly around his cock as he did.

Meanwhile, Melissa was still being fucked in the mouth 
again and again. Some guys for fun began squirting 
their loads onto her face, her neck, and many wiped off 
their dicks in her golden brown hair.

Getting fucked by three men at once for what seemed 
like hours, all Melissa could do is cry. She had been 
in work release for less than a week, and she was being 
passed around as a sex toy.

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" the crowd cheered as the man pumping 
into her cunt slammed to the rhythm.

As Melissa felt the pain increase, she opened her mouth 
wide to yelp, and was rewarded with squirts of semen 
going down her throat. She gargled, and gagged.

"Swallow it!" came an order from the men and she gulped 
and forced the load down.

Melissa was soon faced with another and another she 
grew woozy from the dicks in her mouth, on her chest 
between her tits, and inside of her vagina. She was 
becoming steadily covered in a sticky, slimy layer of 
cum on her chest, tits, face, and neck.

Another man climbed onto her and started to fuck her 
tits as she was pounded very harshly in her pussy. She 
gagged as another rock hard cock was inserted into her 
mouth.

Finally all of the men had their shots at her tits, 
mouth and pussy. It was time to explore her other hole. 
She was relieved at the short break as the fucking 
ceased and she was flipped over, her hair grabbed and 
the first inmate stepped up and slammed his dick into 
her tight asshole.

"OHHHHHWWWWWW---MMPPPPPPH!" Again, her cries were 
muffled by the insertion of a hard cock into her mouth.

Melissa was being banged from behind and face fucked 
simultaneously.  Tag team style, as each man finished 
with her, he slapped hands with the next man and then 
he took his turn.

The man pumping her from behind held her hair as the 
tease with the golden brown locks was on her knees on 
the mattress. Her large tanned tits jiggled with the 
thrusts. Her full, red lips were wrapped around the 
continuing line of cocks that were forced into her 
mouth. Tears were running down her cheeks and her chest 
and neck were wet from sperm, sweat and tears.

Finally, after being banged dozens of times, Melissa 
was dropped to the floor. She curled into a ball, sore, 
sweaty and exhausted.

She heard the voice of the guard and the sound of the 
door opening.

"Okay, get up Melissa," said the guard.

The brunette struggled slowly to her feet, she was 
handed her clothes.

"Looks like they ripped your underwear and shirt, but 
here is a tee shirt you can wear back to the WR 
facility." The guard says as he gives her the jean 
shorts and a white tee shirt. Her shoes were at the 
foot of the mattress. Very slowly, she got dressed, the 
shirt was small and tight, but she couldn't care less.

Melissa got up and walked with the guard out of the 
cell and onto the center area to head to the elevator. 
As the emerged into the center area, a cascade of 
whistles and cheers rained down.

Crying and humiliated, Melissa walked into the elevator 
with the guard. He punched in the code and the rode 
down. The elevator stopped at level 3!

"Oh no! No more, please!" She pleaded to the guard as 
the doors opened to the women's wing of the county 
jail.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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