High Society to Chain Gang

"Yes, shall we go," I suggested, "Do you have everything?"

"Yeah don't forget the spare dresses." Menzies added and he handed her two more old patched and filthy dresses. "See you later," he added.

"Can you get these irons off me?" she asked.

"No, regulations," Menzies said with a wink, "One mistake and it's solitary mind." he says and with a wave he was gone.

The guard took us through the first gate to where I left the car and Jayne held things together until she saw the Studebaker then she started crying, "That's Toby's automobile?" she said. "Oh shit."

"Are you all right?" I asked as I took her arm and guided her to it.

"It's too much," she said, "It's a shock that's all."

She climbed into the passengers seat, and I swung up and pressed the self starter, "I loaned it," I said, "The model T died."

The guard opened the outer gate and I drove her from captivity to slavery, but as far as she was concerned she was free again.

She never believed me about the Studebaker, right until we took it back to Tom Ennis, and I started haggling over the price.

"John we paid ten times that!" she hissed.

"You was a lady then not a barefoot whore," I said. She just looked down crestfallen,

"Maybe I deserve a slapped face?" I suggested.

"Yes," she said, "But I don't need solitary."

"Baby I ain't letting you go anywhere." I told her, and then we walked arm in arm through town to the bank and then to my apartment just down the street, there wasn't hardly anyone to see us, but I wouldn't have cared anyway.

I didn't have anything in for dinner, so we went to the diner, gee was she embarrassed, but she sure had an appetite, I'd have to watch her waistline, and then back to the apartment, "John," she asked, "Can I get a bath?"

That wasn't as easy as it could have been, I spent ages getting the boiler going for hot water before I realised she wouldn't have cared if it was freezing.

She lazed in that tub for ages, soap all up around her and when she was done she washed her hair, gee was it filthy, and then, finally, when we were done and had dried the inside of her leg irons which was no easy task.

"What now?" she asked. So I kissed her, and she started to undo the buttons on my shirt.

"You want to make love in my bed?" I asked.

"Can I sleep with you after?" she asked.

"Sure," I agreed, "After," and I lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, through the bedroom door, across to my double bed, and then I eased the bed covers open and laid her down on the sheet and after kicking off my pants I laid down beside her. "Shall we start over?" I asked.

"Please," she said, "Where we left off before I met Toby?" I figured her lips were a great place to start, she seemed to agree, we hadn't kissed properly for years, but she sure tasted good, and her breasts felt real swell and they tasted real good as I moved my head down to sample them and then I went right on down to taste her juices and explore her with my tongue.

"John," she said, "It's time, just do it ok," she sounded like she really needed me so I shifted around and just slid my real stiff manhood deep inside her, man did it feel good, and not only good, it felt absolutely right.

"John," she said, "Do you love me," she asked.

"Yes!" I agreed, "Jane Hicks I love you," I told her, "You hear that?"

"I so hoped you did," she said, "So show me how much, ok."

I did my best to show her, "You want to lick my cock clean?" I asked when we finished.

"Mmmm," she whispered, "Creamy."

"Is it?" I asked.

"No its disgusting," she grimaced, "But it's nice and hard again so just lie back its my turn."

She straddled me, "Suck my titties she ordered and before I could do anything she sank herself down on me, and started to bounce up and down."No, but I guess I don't have a choice," she said.

"No," I agreed, "You don't have a choice," she shifted around, with this look of disgust on her and she started to lick, oh wow did that feel good.

"Jane," I said, "Wow!"

"Do you mean it, do you really like that?" she said.

"That's the best ever," I told her, as she bounced around and all too soon my poor aching balls were pumping spunk right in her again.

I let her wash up and I did too, and we had coffee and then we went to bed to sleep.

"John," she said, as she snuggled down beside me, "Will you buy me some proper clothes."

"No, you might run away," I said, "No you keep your leg irons and that thin dress and bare foot and," I paused.

"John?" she said, "What is it?"

"Damned if I ain't hard again." I said.

"Oh John," she says, "Can we play again?"

"Sure," I said, "When your jail time is done and I'm sure you ain't going to run I'll buy you French gowns and Lingerie, and perfume and."

"Hush and make love to me," she said, "I'll be the best wife you could ever have wanted John."

Excepting she was married to Toby Meyer.

15th February 1931. Sunday.

Her dress was tight across the belly, she was sick every morning, she worried that we wouldn't be married before the kid came, hell she even asked me to marry her on Valentine's day.

She never mentioned french perfume or dresses any more and as she swelled she wasn't my Jane any more.

I knew Tony Meyer was a no good bigamist and her marriage was a sham but I was doing ok, real smart girls from good families were giving me the eye, business was on the up, I hired Maria as clerk and so Jayne could stay home doing the cleaning and cooking, I had a room fixed up for her so she didn't disturb me in the night and that's when I figured I never loved her any more.

17th March 1932, Wednesday. 10.a.m.

The chain gang came shuffling up the street, Hawkins watching, Frieda the queen bee, just like the old days, except some faces had changed.

I thought of when Jayne had been on the gang, how we fucked gloriously in the fields and against trees and I thought of the fat wallowing cow Jayne had become, and when I looked at the girls in their filthy dresses all shackled my cock twitched.

There was Miriam McIntyre, I recognised her, she murdered her husband, she was only seventeen when she did it, her daddy made her marry Silas McIntyre when they went broke in 29 and she paid him back with an axe through his head, poor bastard, seventy six years old and killed by his wife, why in gods name hadn't she fucked him to death I wondered, hell she had legs up to her arm pits and tits to die for.

18th March 1931 Wednesday Noon.

It was a moment of madness, but I went to the shack in the rail yard where the chain gang rested around noon, I took cash, I took some fried chicken and I took french letters.

"What brings you here Mr Lawson," Hawkins asked, "You tired of Jayne, you wanna maybe fuck Frieda?"

"Miriam McIntyre," I said, "I want to fuck the murdering little bitch."

She tried to hide behind the other girls, "But Mr Lawson, she's only eighteen," Hawkins protested.

"Twenty dollars?" I offered, "Hell fifty!" I offered, "Fifty bucks for a fuck?" I told him. "You didn't see anything right?"

"Yes sir." he agreed.

I turned to the girls, "You want to earn some food?" I asked, "Fried chicken,"

"Who wants to know?" a new girl asked.

"John Lawson, manager at Grays bank," I replied.

"So what do you want us to do to earn a feed?" she asked.

"Surely that's obvious?" I asked, "Look the other way while I get friendly with Miriam."

"What?" Frieda asked incredulously, "You want to do sex with Miriam, what happened to Jayne?"

"She got fat," I said sadly, "So if you just look the other way you get to eat chicken."

"No, no way!" little Miriam insisted.

"Look sister, if you have to fuck so we eat then you fuck understand." Frieda insisted, "On the table with her girls.

She never had a chance, as soon as I set the pieces of chicken down they dragged her dress off of her and laid her on the table, she never wore any underwear and her tight little breasts and flat belly and sweet golden cunt fur looked so fuckable that my cock near exploded right there and then.

"Please don't," she pleaded, but I just pulled her to the edge of the table like I done with Jayne and sought out her sex, I got a thumb inside then two fingers, and shockingly I found she was a virgin there was a real honest to goodness maidenhead right in there, but with my fingers there she started to juice up.

I dropped my pants and got my french letters out and slipped one on, then I moved up towards her, the table was just the right height "No," she said as I got my tool against her sex lips, "Please!"

"It's our secret," I whispered and I pushed and took her and made her a woman. She looked right in my eyes and nodded slightly, poor bitch, having her first fuck on a table with seven other women and an overseer looking on.

Trouble is I felt terrible guilty, I guess technically it was rape though she was eighteen, coercion if not rape, and I felt real bad as my cock felt real good in her hot box, real natural, and do you know she smiled part way through, she had a real pretty smile. I felt a great weight lifted off me, when she smiled, I figured she liked me and wanted some more of me and I wanted more of her.

I ain't proud of what I done, but who wouldn't say no to a freshly plucked virgin, when all he had at home was a pregnant lump of a woman.

23rd March 1931, Monday Noon.

I went home just before Noon and Jayne was waiting for me, "Have you been screwing around John?" she asked straight out like she was my wife or something.

"Sure," I said, "What of it?"

"I thought you loved me?" she said.

"I thought so too," I said, "Except you're always saying be careful of the baby, or you're tired or spewing your guts, how in the hell am I supposed to get my rocks off?"

"I hate you, I want to go back to jail." she said.

I called her bluff and rang old Menzies Moorhouse and arranged a straight swap, Miriam McIntyre for Jayne Meyer.

27th March 1931 Friday.

I took Jayne back to jail, she wouldn't let me near her after Monday so I said I'd take her back and let her be on the chain gang again and so I drove her back in that damned Studebaker I don't reckon we said more than two dozen words all the way, and she just walked away when we got there.

Miriam was waiting, I never made the same mistake twice, she had her own clothes on, honest long denim skirt and stout cotton blouse and she was bathed and fragrant and ready to fuck.

"I'm only fucking you to get out of jail," she said right out, "I don't love you."

"I don't love you neither," I said, "I just love those legs and those eyes and."

"Sure," she said, "It's ok, I don't mind, really, I'll be your whore."

I got her some fancy clothes, gave her a job in the bank, screwed her in my office most mornings at eleven and three and took her to my bed every night

4th July 1931, Saturday 6.45 p.m.

Menzies Moorhouse sent for me, "It's about Miss Meyer," the officers said, "You've to come now sir."

"She can rot in hell for all I care," I said but Miriam she told me straight, "Go John, I expect it's the baby."

I never wanted to, but I went to the prison and there on the concrete of a cell floor was Jayne and beside her was the most perfect little creature you ever saw, my son, hell he even had my nose and fingernails.

"Take her away son," Menzies said, "Get her a fancy doctor you can afford it."

I done as he said and took mother and baby home with me, Miriam smiled, "You done the right thing John," she said, "You marry her you hear."

"But I want you." I told her but she put a finger to my lips.

"Hush," she said, "I'll be forty fat and ugly before I'm released, no you breed a family with Miss Meyer."