Lexi Leviathan Goes to Jail

Nevertheless, Lexi did spend ten or fifteen minutes under the covers trying to sleep, before she realised that nothing less than a good orgasm would be required before the sandman would put in an appearance. Wired, exhausted and bizarrely turned on, Lexi found herself sitting up in the bunk and fumbling around for her little purple boob tube.

Despite Lexi's eyes being adjusted to the dim light, the disrobed Diva still had no idea where the bathroom was. She did know the way back to the guard station/office though. Had Lexi have been even vaguely in the vicinity of her right mind at that moment, then she surely would have pulled on her jeans and blouse at the very least.

Unfortunately that perverse tickle of submissive masochism had Lexi completely in its thrall. So it was that a fucked-up and stripped down Lexi tippy-toed stupidly through a prison dorm in only her sheer boob tube, Confederate flag thong and little white socks. She heard hushed conversation just outside the door to the office and had sudden second thoughts.

"Who out there?" Piped up the white guard from within, thereby robbing a swiftly mortified Lexi of even the option of retreat. Lexi so wanted to return to the dirty bunk, but knew damn well that it was too late for that.

"Well!?" Bellowed the black guard.

Lexi was left with no option but to poke her head around the door and make her reticent request. She felt even more naked than she actually was.

"Um, I was looking for the bathroom please?" The words dribbled shamefully from between Lexi's still black painted lips before she quickly withdrew her head again. The black guard grinned, while the white one tutted in irritation.

"I gotta do the hourly rounds, so I'll take her. Let me just get my shit." The skinny young white guard grumpily arose from where she'd been snacking on M&M's and slurping on a grape soda.

"Don't be creeping in the dark out there prisoner. Step into the light where I can see you until Officer O'Reilly is ready." Demanded the black guard.

Lexi wished for the ground to swallow as she tentatively stepped into the light. Stripping down suddenly didn't seem like such a sexy idea. A mocking guffaw rang loud, as the black guard spat coffee down her shirt and gazed at Lexi in amazement.

"And you said this girl's a rock star or something?! Looks more like some strung out crack ho who sold her clothes for a fix. And look her goddamn redneck panties!" The black guard cracked to the white guard in amazement. O'Reilly turned from her phone and gawped at the stripped down prisoner standing in the doorway. A dirty smirk quickly found its way onto her crooked, freckled face.

There she was. Hard living rock Diva Lexi Leviathan stood small and afraid in a prison dorm wearing a slutty boob tube, a tiny Confederate flag nylon thong and two sweaty little no-show socks.

O'Reilly took it all in. Her pale white bare skin, her heaving titties drooping without the gothy corset, her loose-ass chubby belly, the muffin tops that peaked out of the tight thong, the light brown curly bush poking out down below, the sweaty lil white socks and those dumpy damn legs minus the ever-present heels.

How the mighty had fallen...

"Well, well, well, curtains don't match the drapes, huh?" Snickered O'Reilly.

And then before Lexi knew what was happening the guard had lifted her phone and took a photo of her. Lexi was absolutely speechless. Scared to complain, but mortified at the prospect of said snap turning up online. And worst of all she knew that it would never have happened if she hadn't have stripped off and then gone looking for help!

"Why you take all your shit off girl?" The black guard asked

"I...I was too hot." Lexi squeaked while struggling to hold back the tears.

"You really are a mess girl. But you better take care now, bitches in here will steal your shit if you don't keep it close. And you should wipe that ghoulish ass make-up off before morning. Some of the other ladies might not take kindly to some goddamn Satanist sharing they dorm.' And with that advice imparted, the black guard promptly went back to reading her tatty romance paperback.

"I'll take her a towel." Said O'Reilly, as she approached the doorway and waved Lexi off. She turned around and laughter erupted anew.

"Is that a goddamn bat on her ass!?" Bellowed the black guard as she spotted the cute little black bat silhouette that Lexi had long ago had tattooed on her left butt cheek. Lexi audibly whined in humiliation.

CRACK! The flicked towel licked viciously at Lexi's left buttock and the little bat.

"Owwww!" Squealed Lexi, while performing a pathetic little leap much to the amusement of both guards.

"Quiet stupid." Hissed O'Reilly, as a teary Lexi Leviathan instinctively rubbed her stinging bare butt cheek as she tippy-toed into the darkness.

Officer O'Reilly then proceeded to direct her through the warren of bunks towards a dimly lit toilet. The further that Lexi moved away from her clothes and boots, the more worried (and strangely horny...) she became. Stripping down and wondering idiotically around a prison dorm had to be among the stupidest things Lexi had ever done. The way the guards had treated her and laughed at her was simply intolerable! Lexi had never let anybody treat her like that in her whole life, but being so vulnerable in front of those women and letting one of them basically assault her with a towel had pretty much set the tone for their relationship.

O'Reilly unceremoniously tossed the towel at Lexi as they reached the entrance to the toilet.

"Make it quick bitch. Go pee-pee and wash that vampire-ass make-up off while you in there."

Lexi meekly skulked into the toilet and made a bee-line for the nearest cubicle. As soon as she entered the lockless shit-hole, the disgraced Diva's white socked toes made contact with the ominously greasy filth of the floor. Repulsed and dismayed, Lexi sprang to her tippy-toes once again and planted herself heavily on the stained toilet seat. In vain she tried to keep her feet elevated from the floor.

But then Lexi suddenly realised that she'd never even needed a piss in the first place. And with that thought in mind, her fingers delved tentatively into her politically incorrect thong. Her already slick sex admitted her nicotine stained digits eagerly. Sat on a dirty toilet semi-high in a Southern jail and masturbating while wearing only a boob tube, cheap panties and tacky white socks, Lexi Leviathan was blissfully ashamed to be gripped by perverse desires that she'd never admit to having.

And so it was that Lexi's orgasm came quickly and powerfully. Even in the dim light of the bathroom Lexi could see the dark wet patch that blossomed on the front of her (even more...) sheer gas station panties.

"Come on! You got the shits or something!?" Yelled the increasingly obnoxious O'Reilly from the doorway.

Lexi Leviathan hopped up and tried to avoid the greasiest patches on the floor as she manoeuvred her way out of the cubicle and approached the wash basin. The blurred picture that confronted Lexi from the reflective plastic surface that passed for a mirror was nothing short of shocking. Her pale white foundation had flaked away in places, her mascara had run, one of her false eyelashes had fallen off, her black lipstick was smeared down her chin and her usually glossy black hair was a chaotic rat's nest. Her black tusk nose piercing, cheek studs and ear plugs only served to help Lexi look more pathetic. At that precise moment how Lexi felt and how Lexi looked came into perfect accordance.

With that thought in mind, Lexi had absolutely no problem with scrubbing away her gothy make-up. She also remembered she was wearing contact lenses and thought it best to remove them before sleeping.

Lexi tentatively shuffled to the bathroom door a changed woman. A slightly darker, but acne pockmarked face was revealed by the absence of cosmetics. Her lips were significantly less pouty and thin without the lip liner and lipstick that she never appeared in public without. The absence of ordinarily ever present false lashes and dark eye make-up also served to transform Lexi Leviathan.

Officer O'Reilly gawped at Lexi as if some other prisoner had taken her place. Only the piercings, tousled Betty Page hair and skimpy attire assured the snarky prison guard that the same metal Diva stood before her.

"What's the real name you were booked in with bitch?"

Lexi paused, uncomfortable with tearing away yet another layer of her bad girl artifice. It was only the vulnerability of standing exposed in such a state of undress and before the withering glare of Officer O'Reilly that prompted her to answer.

"Libby..." The singer reticently mewled.

"Libby Leviathan, huh?"

"Libby Kelly..."

O'Reilly stepped in close, imposing herself on the stripped down prisoner.

"Well Libby Kelly, slutty lingerie like that top you're wearing is considered contraband in this jail. Hand it over...now." O'Reilly's voice dropped as she breathed her noxious cheese nacho breath into Libby's scared face while eyeballing her intensely. It was clear that the guard wanted the exchange to pass unheard in the dorm.

"B-b-b-but it's all I've got..." Lexi whined pathetically, while looking pleadingly into the younger woman's eyes.

"Hand that shit over now or I'll rip off those panties you're wearing and then go take all of your other fucking clothes." O'Reilly hissed with venom and Lexi teared up, as she promptly fought her way out of the purple boob tube.

"You sure you didn't get busted for hooking, wearing shit like this?" Chuckled O'Reilly, as she swiped the proffered top and held it up theatrically. Lexi quivered, as her big bare titties drooped without the support of the elasticated garment.

"Now get your skanky fat ass back in that toilet." Hissed O'Reilly.

She grabbed the towel and gave Lexi a shove. The disgraced Diva quickly trotted back into the dismal toilet. She then watched as O'Reilly lowered her brown baggy pants and a pair of black boxer shorts. Her hairy blonde loins were visible in the dim light.

"You need to learn a lesson little Libby. Now I'm gonna go sit on that there toilet and spread my legs. Then I want you on hands and knees slurping. Understand me?"

Lexi gulped in utter disbelief and performed an involuntary shake of the head. The small gesture of defiance was more than enough to rile up O'Reilly. Like a coiled spring her left hand whipped up and grasped Lexi's dishevelled hair. The fingers of her right hand then clamped onto Lexi's erect left nipple. The pain was shocking, as her hair was wrenched down and her purpling nipple wrenched up. A low whine escaped from between her thin lips.

"Quiet idiot! Now get down on your knees or you gonna be going back to bed missing a titty." O'Reilly hissed. Lexi's body submitted even if her mind was still racing for a way to escape eating a redneck prison guard's pussy.

"Good little ho." Whispered O'Reilly as she released the nipple, but pulled on the raven hair. Lexi followed, crawling on bare hands and knees into the shadowy cubicle. O'Reilly smiled and leaned back on the toilet seat with legs spread.

"Get lapping rock star."

To her eternal shame Lexi Leviathan did as she was told. Her pierced tongue delved slowly into the slick maw, feeling out the folds of the guard's warm flesh while fighting to supress her additional disgust at being in such close proximity to a stinking toilet bowl. Lexi was amazed to find that her treacherous right hand had delved into her own wet thong. Her face pressed in harder and her tongue worked overtime on O'Reilly's clit. Lexi felt repulsed and sickeningly turned on. What had been nervous reticence quickly morphed into eager submission.

"You might sing a good song, but you sure can't eat pussy." Announced O'Reilly. And with that she wrenched up Lexi's head and gazed at her bewildered, sex slick face.

"You ain't getting me off darlin'. I just wanted to be able to say that Lexi Leviathan ate my pussy."

Moments later Lexi was trotting back to her bunk in rejected shame. Even with her hands covering her erect nipples, Lexi felt stripped about as bare as she could possibly be. Bare faced, bare assed and with a face still baring the glistening traces of her forced nocturnal pussy licking.

Thankfully she located the bunk quickly and dived under the colourless, threadbare sheet. Lexi's mind was racing. The arrest, being sent to jail, stripping herself down, being humiliated by the guards, somehow enjoying such ill treatment (!), flicking herself off in a dirty toilet, being forced to eat pussy and then being rejected! With such thoughts bouncing around in her head and the heavy drug binge still working its dark magic, Lexi was sure that she'd never sleep...but then out of nowhere the sandman claimed her.

Lexi awoke suddenly to bright electric lights, a cacophonous chorus of yawns and the sense that something had gone very, very wrong the night before. The first thing that struck the disorientated Diva was the fact that she was suddenly experiencing the mother of all drug comedowns backed-up by an ugly hard liquor hangover. The second thing that struck Lexi was the fact that she was bare in a strange bed wearing only a thong and socks...but still sweating profusely.

Then the hammer dropped. Coke for days...the gig...the bar...the police...her arrest...jail...stripping (?!)...the guards...the toilet...

"Oh fuck", was all Lexi could come up with as every ugly detail of her disastrous binge came rushing back to her. Despite the pounding in her head, the clammy sweat enveloping her body and the mortification creeping into her soul, Lexi's absolute priority was to get her clothes and boots back on. Only then could she deal with the ugly situation at hand. While still staying under the sheet, Lexi reached beneath the bunk to get her stuff only to find...nothing. Panic gripped Lexi. She almost fell out of the uncomfortable bunk in her efforts to look underneath it. Gone. Everything was gone. Her clothes. Her boots. Everything.

What was I fucking thinking!? Lexi screamed inwardly as the reality of the situation sank in. It truly was the stuff of nightmares. Waking up wearing only a thong and socks in some horrific southern lock-up. Lexi was sure she was about to vomit. Her eyes cast around at the other grinning prisoners, many of whom were black. Dreadful thoughts of being caught by angry black convicts in her repulsively racist thong almost paralysed her.

"Get your ass up rock star! You gotta get to processing and the into the court van." Announced the big black guard form the night before. Lexi looked up in horror at the grinning guard

"Come on! I hear there are plenty of photographers want to take your picture at the court house!"

After delivering that daunting piece of information, the imposing officer ripped the clutched bedsheet from Lexi's weak grip. Laughter rang out from other prisoners as the mortified ex-Diva cowered in only a dirty Confederate flag thong and grubby white socks with absolutely nowhere to hide.

"Get fucking dressed and move!" The guard demanded aggressively.

"But, Officer, somebody's taken my clothes." Whined Lexi pathetically, as she curled up and sought to cover her bare titties from the eyes of her fellow inmates.

"Well Lexi Leviathan, it looks like you gonna be going to processed in just your slutty lil racist panties. Now move!"

When Lexi made no effort to move, the guard leaned in and brutally wrenched the rock chick out of the bunk by her matted raven locks. Lexi sobbed through gritted teeth as all assembled got a good look at the stripped down humbled celebrity.

"Now get going!" SLAP! Lexi performed a humiliating little leap and squealed as the guard's calloused hand made contact with her bare white butt.

Lexi Leviathan was then driven on a demeaning walk of shame through the busy dorm. Most jeered and laughed, but the black prisoners scowled in disgust.

"Hope they send your cracker ass back here." Spat one of the black women in her ear.

Lexi was then led through a number of corridors littered with grinning and picture snapping staff and then finally into an office/examination room. It was obvious that the exposure of her Confederate flag thong was clearly the biggest talking point. All the while she struggled to keep her hands over her bare titties. At least being without glasses or contact lenses prevented her from witnessing her own humiliation too clearly.

A bored older female official and a grinning young male guard awaited her.

"Lexi meth-head somehow lost her clothes and boots in the night, so I'm just going to get her 'the shirt' while you guys get started.

The bored official than proceeded to tell a mortified Lexi about the impending procedure while the young guy blatantly checked her bare body out. And this was with Lexi covering her erect nipples throughout. Lexi barely paid little attention to what the clerk was droning on about, but the four things that her panicked mind did fix on were that A) All of her jewellery had to be removed, B) Mugshots would be taken, C) She'd be checked for lice! And D) She'd then be taken straight to court.

Lexi willingly removed her piercings, but gently sobbed throughout. She felt so bare without them. The hollow in her septum, holes in her cheeks and floppy stretched ear lugs were mutilations that merely hinted at her former metal chick glory.

Then she was checked for lice. As a teary Lexi sat uncomfortably on a cold gurney the female official set about fingering her way through her matted locks. A series of disparaging sighs and tuts resonated from up above.

"Heavily dyed and with ratty extensions, but...free of lice." The bored official droned.

Exploitatively bare full body mugshots (said to be necessary because of her little bat ass tattoo) followed with Lexi sporting a cave-girl mane of straggly fucked-up hair due to the 'examination'. Strung out, stripped and defeated Libby Kelly made no effort to cover her exposed titties as the mugshots were taken. She looked every bit the fallen drugged-out celebrity that she felt. Thoughts of a destroyed career briefly assailed Lexi as she caught a glimpse of what she had been reduced to in a nearby grubby plastic mirror. The thought of the photos making it online made her want to cry even harder. Lexi just wanted to be back home in Portland and never, ever be in the celebrity spotlight again. After all, wasn't it Lexi's 'celebrity status' that had seen her singled out for particularly humiliating treatment?

Outfitted in just a horrible big white t-shirt bearing the bold pink legend 'Drugs Are Bad', her thong, dirty soled socks and a pair of cheap grubby pink slippers, they prepared take Lexi to court.

"Wait!" She bleated, as Lexi realised that she was about to be taken outside and to a public court in such a shameful condition.

"Can't you just give me some pants, some shorts, anything!? The media will destroy me if they see my panties." She whined desperately.

"You lost your clothes Darlin' and this ain't goodwill. Besides, the shame-shirt hangs down past your butt. It will have to do. You ain't going to a fashion show."

"But, but, but what about a shower at least?!"

"You overslept." Announced the female black guard who had returned to toss the demeaning shirt at her.

"Don't you know who I am!?" She yelled in desperation and stamped her right socked and slippered foot.

"That's enough, let's go." The guard asserted. When Lexi foolishly refused to move at the guard's behest, the sizeable woman placed a hand around the back of Lexi's thong and painfully wrenched her up in the air and towards the door. Lexi whined in humiliation as the wedgy cut deep into her sore butt, spilled out her curly brown pubes and caused her to lose her right pink slipper. The male guard roared in appreciation, while the older official shook her head in bored resignation.