Prison Dolls Ch. 01

Bobbie leaned into Sal and they kissed a little and Sal felt her up under her skirt, avoiding her crotch.

Over the last three months Bobbie had been fucked by every man in the room on numerous occasions and she knew their personalities, peccadillos and perversions. She knew how to deal with them individually and as a group and she played her role to perfection, as did Marilyn. It wasn't that hard to do: look and present femme, dress pretty and sexy, be subservient, never deny them anything they wanted, be enthusiastic and most of all keep your mouth firmly zipped outside of Seg.

Sal wasn't very enthusiastic which didn't surprise Bobbie. Sal was the oldest and even though he liked sex, his appetite was waning. The other four men in Seg nailed Bobbie and Marilyn pretty much every night but Sal was about a once-a-week man.

Tony came back and offered Bobbie her drink and she gulped it down quickly, giving herself a 'brain freeze' which amused everyone. Sal stood up and apologised that he had things to do and he went off to the office where he was joined by Joey Malzone. They closed the door leaving Tony, Petey, and Mike to party.

Everyone drank a lot, especially Bobbie who used the alcohol to numb her senses and lift her enthusiasm for the evening ahead. They chatted about current events, sports and entertainment, everything but business or anything to do with Brentwood Correctional Facility. For the men in Seg, Brentwood might not even exist. They lived in their own world, unencumbered by their incarceration except for the fact that they couldn't leave.

The men took turns dancing with Bobbie and Marilyn and as the booze flowed the men became more ribald, feeling up the girls and smooching with them.

She and Tony were close-dancing when Tony whispered something into her ear.

"I'm going with Marilyn tonight honey; I hope you won't be disappointed," he squeezed her affectionately.

Bobbie was disappointed but there was no way that she was going to show it.

Eventually Marilyn went into one of the bedrooms with Tony and Mike and Petey led Bobbie to his room.

He closed the door and closed in on Bobbie. He pulled her tightly into his arms and kissed her. Bobbie returned the kiss; driving her tongue into Petey's mouth the way she knew he liked it. Petey liked to treat Bobbie and Marilyn like whores, which essentially they were.

"Take it out babe," Petey whispered and guided Bobbie's hand to the bulge in his slacks.

She obliged and unzipped him and began to stroke his cock to full tumescence while she kissed him.

"That's it babe. You know what to do next," Petey growled.

Bobbie did know what to do next and she dropped to her knees and began to suckle his cock, sliding her lips along the shaft while her tongue tickled his fraenulum. She swallowed the pre-ejaculate that leaked from Petey's cock, it was sweet and viscous and not unpleasant.

She worked her mouth on Petey, quickening the pace and then slowing down. Taking his cock out of her mouth and rubbing it on cheek while she gazed up at him.

Petey liked to look at his bloated manhood resting on Bobbie's pretty face. Sometimes he would cum this way, holding her head tight while his scalding spunk spattered across her cheeks, into her emerald green eyes and onto her glossy black mane. Feeling her squirm as the creamy dollops stung her eyes and ruined her makeup. He'd rub his ejaculating cock all over her face, shoving it into her red lipsticked lips as the final spurts erupted from his juddering cock, watching her throat work as she swallowed his offering, hearing her whimper like a teased kitty. It felt empowering.

He watched Bobbie expertly manipulate his cock and delighted in the feelings she elicited from his penis with her fingers and her mouth until he was close to orgasm.

But Petey had other plans.

Whenever Bobbie got him close to extremis he'd lift her to her feet and kiss her, slapping her hand away from his cock until he felt the need to ejaculate subside. Then he would push Bobbie to her knees and she would take up where she had left off, suckling his manhood, rubbing it on her face then engulfing it, then slavering the turgid flesh with her mouth and tongue.

Bobbie would repudiate it if anyone claimed that she found the subjugation somewhat arousing. Being used like this she felt powerless, which exonerated her from the feelings of lust that burned deep inside her. She was just a prison doll performing her duties right?

Petey dragged Bobbie to her feet again but this time he spun her around and pushed against the wall. He lifted the back of her dress out of the way and pawed at her panties, easing the gusset aside.

Bobbie took a deep breath and held it as Petey pressed his cock against her sphincter. Bobbie relaxed her anus and Petey's cock slid into her all the way until his crotch was pressed against her buttocks. She felt full and thanked god that she had pre-lubricated herself. She let herself breathe and become comfortable with the organ that filled her void.

Petey stood still, enjoying the feel of Bobbie's anus stretched tight around his bloated manhood. Before he was sent to prison Petey liked to fuck the whores in the Siceressos owned bordellos and he often sodomised the prostitutes because he felt it demeaned them and escalated his feelings of dominance.

Bobbie endured it. There was little pain and she knew that Petey would soon begin to thrust and she would push back just the way he liked.

Petey began to slowly withdraw his penis from Bobbie's tight rectum and then he slid it back in just as slowly. Bobbie couldn't help but let out a guttural moan as his glans pressed on her prostate. She felt the first dribble of precum leak from her penis and soak into her panties.

She wriggled her bottom and pressed back a little to meet his thrusts and Petey smiled. The bitch was loving it! He thrust a little harder and felt Bobbie shudder, her sphincter clamped around that base of cock and her anal muscles rippled. He fucked her a little, slowly and deeply, hearing Bobbie moan and feeling her body quiver.

His cock felt so snug in her tight anus and he felt his orgasm approaching. This time he would not stop it.

Petey hooked his arms around Bobbie's waist and pulled her closer, he kicked her feet, splaying them so that she was bent over with her palms were pressed against the wall to keep balance.

He looked down at her long stocking-sheathed legs which were trembling. Her fine ass was swathed with those red satin hipster panties, the globes full and sensual and jiggling when he drove his cock into her, the crotch of her panties eased aside to allow his member access to her slick anus. He never for a second thought about what was in the front of those panties. In his imagination Bobbie was just another beautiful whore who needed to be fucked.

To her chagrin Bobbie couldn't help the feelings of sexual bliss that she felt as Petey's cock massaged her prostate and sphincter. Her anus tightened around his cock and undulated, a trick that Bobbie had developed during hours of buggery. She was hypersensitive to her femininity: the scent of her perfume, the taste of her makeup, the silk, satin and nylon caressing her flesh.

She imagined what she looked like leaning against the wall, her pretty face framed by her long black locks contorted with lust, her dress hiked up, her legs spread wide sheathed in her glossy hose, her toes arched in her pumps, her panties eased aside and the bull of a man standing behind her, fucking her, holding onto her hips while he drove his cock into her tight ass while she pushed back against him appreciatively.

What a slattern she must look like.

Her cock had broken free and her testes had descended and she was hard inside her panties, the silken fabric rubbing on her penis as Petey drove his cock in and out of her anus.

Bobbie felt Petey's fingers dig into her flesh and he pulled her back hard against him and groaned. She felt the flood of his semen filling her void and she whimpered with the lechery of it. She let herself go and creamed her panties, her orgasm trigged by Petey's cock pressing on her prostate, the girth of it stretching her sphincter, the feel of it quivering inside her, releasing his seed deep inside her bottom.

She felt disgusted with herself but the gratification was overwhelming and beyond her control. She was a prison doll and she was doing what she meant to do. If she couldn't control her lasciviousness it wasn't her fault.

Petey fucked Bobbie a little more as the last of his cum erupted from his juddering organ, holding her tight and jackhammering his cock in and out of her, enjoying hearing her gasp, blather and wail. He didn't care if her cries were pleasure or pain or a mixture of both, it was empowering.

He fell against her, spent and empty. The last vestiges of his orgasm began to recede. Petey pulled his cock out of her anus and slid her panties back into place and Bobbie clawed at the wall to keep her balance as she straightened up and pulled down the back of her dress. With as much decorum as she could muster she turned to face him.

"That was great doll, I'll sleep like a baby tonight," Petey chuckled, his limp cock hanging out of his flies.

He took the hem of her dress in his hand and wiped his cock, a final act of empowerment on his behalf. Bobbie just bemoaned that fact that his semen would mark the dress indelibly unless she was able to soak it before the stain set. It didn't really matter. Tig would replace it in her next delivery of clothing.

Petey sauntered off to the bathroom and when Bobbie heard the shower begin to run she quickly opened a drawer in his bedside table. She snatched two of Petey's Viagra and secreted them in her handbag and called out to Petey that she was leaving.

Marilyn was still busy with Tony and Mike and she heard the sounds of enthusiastic sex when she passed Mike's bedroom. The girls never stayed overnight but they sometimes partied into the early hours of the morning if the men were in the mood.

Walking back to her block Bobbie could feel Petey's semen leaking from her ass, soaking into her panties which were damp in the front from her own emissions. The alcohol was beginning to wear off and she became morose. In her room she shucked out of her clothes and threw them in a laundry basket inside the wardrobe where she kept all of Bobbie's requisites. The stolen Viagra went into a drawer in the nightstand.

She sat before the mirror and used moisturiser and makeup wipes to remove the heavy makeup from her face and put her hair up in a man-bun. She took her towel and padded down to the ablutions, completely empty at this time of night. The shower washed away all vestiges of Bobbie but not the shame and guilt. That was an emotion that both Bobbie and Robert shared. One door in Bobbie's mind slammed shut and another opened allowing Robert to assume control of their shared psyche.

Robert went back to his room, put on cotton pyjamas and ate two microwaved Lean Cuisines. He climbed into bed and stared at the crack in the ceiling, willing it ever closer to the light fitting in the centre of the ceiling. Another day of his living nightmare was over but there were still many to come.

The Siceresso Crime Family

A Google search for Sal Siceresso, Tony Siceresso, Petey Gruffalo, Joey Malzone or Mike Giacomo would produce remarkably little information. They owned or had significant interests in several legitimate businesses and had been convicted of street level felonies when they were younger but appeared to be men who had brushed up against the criminal element in their youths but had gone straight ever since. They were not known to the public as criminal masterminds and had never been mentioned in the press until their trial two years previously.

The five bosses of the Siceresso crime family had worked hard at remaining anonymous and staying below the radar of law enforcement agencies.

The Italian Mafia has long considered Atlanta and its suburbs to be 'open territory'. Its local Italian-American population had never been old, large, or cohesive enough to field a local crime family on its own. Rather, families from other cities, such as New York's Five Families, had over the years embarked on one-off business ventures such as local restaurants, bars, and strip clubs as lucrative investments in their own right, or as front companies and mechanisms for money laundering.

Sal Siceresso and his younger brother Tony had seized the opportunity to create their own 'family' in Atlanta with loose ties to the New York families and to the so called Dixie Mafia. They didn't import narcotics into the US directly but established business alliances with some of the Latina gangs based in Miami who did. They became a clearing house, funnelling drugs north for the New York families and across the south for the Dixie Mafia. They laundered money through a string of cash businesses and they had controlling interests in loansharking, gambling and prostitution operations. The family ran their more overt enterprises through intermediaries including their protection and intimidation rackets which were overseen by their henchman Tig Hansen.

The Siceressos eventually came to the attention of federal law enforcement but the FBI had bigger fish to fry and passed on any intelligence they gained to the Georgia Bureau of Investigation who began making a case against the crime family. Unfortunately the Solicitor General seized the opportunity to bring Joey Malzone, Sal Siceresso, Tony Siceresso, Petey Gruffalo and Mike Giacomo before the courts before the GBI could complete a thorough investigation that would have likely resulted in life sentences for the heads of the crime family. The Solicitor General was more interested in the publicity generated by a high profile case based on lesser charges. It was an election year and a victory in court was more important to him than waiting for the GBI to complete their investigation.

The bosses of the Siceresso crime family and their henchman Tig Hansen still received harsh sentences and were condemned to spend ten years in a high security State Prison despite pleading guilty. Their lawyers advised the men to cop a plea because once the men were incarcerated their lawyers would use the family's contacts to ensure that the men served their time with little discomfort while their lawyers beavered away in the background making appeals against their sentences.

The result of the Solicitor General's brash and premature intervention meant that the Siceresso crime family's businesses remained largely intact and operational. The heads of the family continued to operate their crime syndicate from prison through their trusted intermediaries on the outside.

Through those intermediaries the Siceressos acquired a controlling interest in Wakefield Services, a company that specialised in private correctional facilities management, including the provision of food services, cleaning, laundry, grounds keeping, maintenance, and custodial services. The corporation held valuable government contracts featuring minimum bed guarantees and a fixed price per-prisoner. They stocked overpriced commissaries and provided telephone services, and used prison labour in their supply chains.

The Board of Wakefield Services was only concerned with profit margins and it was easy for Siceresso's people to infiltrate the prison management division and install a warden in Brentwood Correctional Facility who was a stooge for the crime family. They selected Bentwood because it was a remotely located minimum security institution with a wing that had been all but abandoned.

While their lawyers put pressure on people in the right places the Siceressos had the wing gutted and renovated. The contractors left the exterior looking like a rundown version the other accommodation blocks as Brentwood while the inside was converted into a five bedroom mansion.

Approving the transfer of the five felons from the high security State Prison to Brentwood Correctional Facility left a bad taste in quite a few mouths knowing that the criminals would spend the rest of their sentences living in the lap of luxury. Every effort was made to ensure the transfer was conducted with a minimum of fuss and in secrecy. Stringent caveats were put in place so that to all outward appearances it looked like the men were living under the same restrictions as the rest of prison populous: no illegal drugs or weapons were to be brought into the prison. Contraband smuggled into the prison by the Siceressos was to be for their personal use only.

Visitation and incarceration regulations were to be strictly adhered to. There would be no work-release, no visits from anyone except for the designated weekly visits by family, friends and their lawyers. Any breach of these rules by any of them would result in the five men being returned immediately to State Prison. Important people in high places were nervous and the Siceressos realised that they would be crazy to kill the goose that laid the golden egg. They were however able to wrangle the transfer of Tig Hansen to Brentwood and it suited their purpose that he live with the other inmates. He would be their conduit into the general population while they lived in glorious isolation.

Allie Katt

For Joey Malzone, Sal Siceresso, Tony Siceresso, Petey Gruffalo and Mike Giacomo their first year living in Seg was like a holiday after the short time they had spent in State Prison but as is often the case 'good enough wasn't good enough'. The men had the same visitation rights as the other inmates which included a once monthly conjugal visit with their wives. These were men who used to have their pick of any of the high-class hookers who worked out of their bordellos and whose power and money were an aphrodisiac for certain kinds of women. For such men once a month sex with their wives did not appease their appetites.

Putting pressure on their DoC contacts to let them bring women into their little fiefdom was greeted with a firm rebuke. The Siceresso crime family had no right being in Brentwood and anything as risky as smuggling in women or allowing the men outside the wire to satisfy their carnal urges was a sure-fire way to attract unwanted attention. The DoC had to draw the line somewhere and they were not going to let the Siceresso family turn Bentwood into an Escobar-esque La Catedral and the Siceressos were reminded that the stark alternative to the lap of luxury in which they lived was only a phone call away.

Tig Hansen listened to his bosses constant whine about the lack of sex and worked hard at coming up with a solution. He overheard a conversation one day in one of one of the common rooms that piqued his interest.

Allie Katt was a drag queen of some notoriety. She worked the drag pageants, cabarets, carnivals, and nightclubs just like the other 'girls' but she had a side-hustle selling cocaine. The first time she got caught dealing she was lucky enough to receive a suspended sentence but her second conviction resulted in a custodial sentence with time from her suspended sentence added for good measure.

Allie's 'government name' was Allen Kettering and given his minimal criminal history and the relatively low significance of his crimes and the fact that Allen Kettering was a blatantly androgynous presenting gay man, he was sentenced to serve his time at Bentwood.

"So let me get this right. You dress up like a woman to perform and prance around the stage miming to other people's songs and you get paid for it?" Tig Hansen asked Allen Kettering.

"How dare you!" Allen snapped back at Tig.

"Come with me you philistine!" Allen led Tig to the library, sat down at a computer and opened a web browser and pulled up images of the drag queen Allie Katt.