Chapter 2, Ellie, love the one you are with.
This is a rework of a story I wrote a while ago, published and pulled down.
Author's Note: This is not a stand-alone story and should be read after you have read Ellie, serving her time.
Thank you to those I nagged over and over about this story. I hope you are pleased with this final result. Without your input and pushing, I would have never completed this.
To the readers, I hope you enjoy this work of fantasy fiction by an amateur writer. I would like to thank you and hope you have enjoyed my humble efforts. This is a porn story, any resemblance to real persons, places, or events was not intended. I have never been to jail and never did hard drugs, so remember this is pure fantasy.
This is set a few months after Ellie, serves her time.
A little time later...
Anne smiled back at Stan, her husband of many years. The day was warm, and the park was crowded. The sunlight sparkled off the water as Stan held her tight. She wanted to stay right there for the rest of her life.
Then suddenly Stan grabbed her breast. In public. He squeezed hard, and before she could say anything, he was biting her neck.
Stan mumbled something; Ellie didn't understand it. His voice sounded strange. It was female in tone, but harsh.
"Wake the fuck-up, Bitch, I need to piss."
Ellie was instantly awake. She moved out of the bed. Naked as always, she moved to the single toilet in the room and sat on her knees, waiting.
Soon, Anne moved over and sat to pee. Stroking Ellie's head, like a pet. Once done, Anne stood and faced Ellie.
"Clean me up, Bitch."
And Ellie did, wondering what time it was, but not really caring. She simply did the task that Anne had over the last few weeks had made her do. Unwillingly at first, but now with compliance and without resistance.
Also without the complete heavy-handed way it had begun. Ellie had adapted to the role Anne wanted her to have.
Ellie cringed when she felt Anne's hand in her hair. She knew what that meant, even with lights out. Sure enough, Anne stepped back and pulled Ellie with her as she moved back to the bed. Ellie crawled along on her hands and knees. Anne says to herself more than Ellie.
"Damn, that tongue is just what I need."
Anne sat on the bed, legs wide. Uncaring how it looked. She held a fist full of Ellie's hair as she looked at her slut on her hands and knees. She raised her hand as she pulled up Ellie's head. She repeated herself as she slapped Ellie four times hard.
"Beg for it "
Ellie begged, despite feeling humiliated already. Anne seemed to get an extra thrill from making Ellie feel so inferior, as she felt now. She knew others would hear her too in the silence of the night. They would hear the slaps and her voice begging to lick this perverted woman's pussy and ass. Like most nights, they soon heard Anne's muffled moans as well.
Once Anne felt good enough, she simply pushed Ellie back and away. Then Anne stretched out on Ellie's bed with her back to Ellie.
"Sleep on the floor tonight, Bitch."
Ellie said nothing, there wasn't anything to say now. Her attempts at standing up to Anne had caused her more trouble. As Ellie moved sideways and backwards towards the wall and her bed. She was now at Anne's feet, her back against the concrete wall.
Ellie sat, thinking about how much had changed in such a short time. Before coming here she had been no angel for sure, but she had never cheated on Stan. And before him, she had not had that many lovers. Eight men total, counting Stan, and she had only made out with two women. They both had been in college. One was at a party to the cheers of other party goers, which had also made Ellie stop. The other was after a night of drinking and if her roommate had not come home she may have let that go further. That had been the extent of her bi explorations until she was sentenced to this place. She was now a concubine to a very wicked woman and also being used by a counselor here. And worse, they worked together.
As Ellie sat there she began to rub her pussy. Despite it all, these people, the things she has done, and this place has changed her sexual desires and her libido. Her sex drive had never been so high. Perhaps it was the control that both Anne and Counselor Johnston had over her, she wasn't exactly sure. Eventually Ellie drifted off to sleep.
The next morning consisted of her new normal. Ellie took care of Anne before heading off to breakfast and then to work in the library. Re-shelving returned books gave her time to think about her upcoming counseling session. Lately Counselor Johnston had been asking Ellie for more than just the tri-weekly blow job she gave him. Even though she knew she was still cheating on her husband by blowing him, along with C.O. Curtis, and of course being with Anne and her crew. Still Ellie felt she had to draw the line somewhere in all of this, regardless of the reasoning she told herself.
As lunch approached, Counselor Johnston approached her. He looked around, then stepped closer. His eyes on hers, his voice low as he spoke.
"I hope you gave my offer some thought. I know you have been missing your husband. Better than calling from a collect call phone."
Before Ellie could answer, Johnston turned and left, telling her a time for their counseling session as he went.
No one was at the end of the short hallway as Ellie turned to head down it to her counseling session after lunch. This was not all that unusual, but Ellie still noticed it.
She knocked on the door and was told to come in. She stood next to the chair she normally sat in, her hand already on the flap of her prison jumper but Johnston told her to sit.
"Please sit, let's talk first. Do you smoke?"
He held up a joint, a smile on his face.
"Don't worry I am not trying to entrap you. I know you are stressed out, and I offer it as a peace offering, provided you smoke it here."
Ellie had rarely smoked pot in her past. She had liked the high, but it was not something she had never done regularly. Ellie thought that getting high might just be nice to get her though blowing this man while she missed her husband.
"Yeah, I would like that. Just this one time."
Ellie took the joint from him and let him light it up. She took a big hit and offered it to him. He refused.
"No, no. It is all yours. We get tested for that."
He stood up and walked over to the light switch and an overhead exhaust fan came on. He watched the married woman take another hit and looked at the joint and then him.
Ellie did not have much experience with pot, but this joint was different. She felt high in a way she never had before. The noise of the fan seemed to pound in her mind. She watched Counselor Johnston clear everything from his desk, except his phone. Calmly, without looking he then told her to strip.
"Take everything off. But take a big hit first."
Ellie did exactly as he had said, without hesitation or even thinking about it.
"Another hit and sit on my desk."
She did it. Feeling higher than she ever had before. He then took the joint and put it out. His hand on her pussy.
"Call home, talk sexy to him."
Ellie nodded as she dialed home as her Counselor rubbed her pussy. She knew this was so wrong, and yet she had no desire to stop him.
