Jill Kelly Goes To Prison Ch. 1 & 2bydeputy duffy©
Author's note. I fixed up some of the problems in the first part of Jill Kelly goes to prison (bad editing mostly, subtle changes.) I have also added a second part to it. Jill joins the prisoner's wives club. Thanks and hope it reads a little better.
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Jill Kelly walked into the Vermont state prison. She was there to visit her husband Bob Kelly, who had been sentenced to 12-20 years on a drug possession bust, six months ago. Bob and his long time buddy Stan were nabbed trying to cross into Canada with a shit load of cocaine, and ecstasy. His lawyer told her he might be out in 8 years on good behavior, if he's lucky.
Jill's thirty year old legs felt weak as she entered the visitors entrance, when she married her high school sweetheart, some ten years ago, she could have never imagined he would end up in this much trouble with the law.
"Eight years in prison, how could this have happened?" She thought as she saw the visitor check in sign.
"Hi I'm Mrs. Kelly, I'm here to see my husband," she mumbled.
"Ah Mrs. Kelly," said an old guard sitting behind a large glass window, just inside the door. "I see you're a virgin."
"I beg your pardon!" Jill snapped.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, I just meant it's your first visit here," the guard snapped back.
"Oh sorry, I'm just nervous," she moaned.
Jill could see a waiting room behind the glass, five or six women anxiously waiting for their visits, it was weird, it kind of made her feel kind of good, at times she felt like she was the only one.
"Here take this," the guard said, handing her a vanilla envelope, "put your valuables in it, purse, jewelry, everything."
"Everything," Jill snapped.
"Yah everything valuable, your watch, your rings, your car, your house, just put them all in that little envelope!" The guard hissed.
"Oh, I'm sorry again, I guess I had a little too much coffee this morning," Jill stumbled.
Jill complied with his order and the guard handed her some forms to fill out, as he buzzed her into the waiting area. Jill took a seat, she still couldn't believe she had to wait six month after her husband was sentenced, before they would allow her a personal visit.
"What sick fuck thought up that fucking rule. I mean, she was his wife after all," she thought as she signed her names to the forms.
Sergeant Adams spotted Jill as she started filling out her consent forms. Sergeant Adams was a husky man in his late forties. He was in charge of the prison's personal visits on the weekends.
"There she is, looking good eh," he said, while nudging his hunting buddy, who just happened to be the Sheriff's only son, Deputy Duffy.
"How the hell did I miss her at the trial?" Duffy gasped, as they checked her out.
"Nice long, soft brown hair, adorable face, wow, she looks so young and innocent," Duffy whispered, "you sure she's thirty."
"Yah she thirty all right, cute little thing ain't she?" Adams said as he read her file, "No kids either."
"Usually I never miss the cute ones," Duffy moaned.
"You were too busy testifying against her fucking husband," Adams hissed.
"Don't you think she will recognize me," Duffy said as he nodded.
"I don't know, her eyes were all watered up," Adams whispered.
"Only one way to find out," Deputy Duffy said as they approached Jill.
"Hello Mrs. Kelly, I'm Sergeant Adams and this is."
"The jerk that took away my husband," Jill interrupted Adams.
"I was just doing my job miss," Duffy smirked, "I guess I just have one of those faces," he thought.
Deputy Duffy had made the arrest quite by chance. Duffy and Sergeant Adams as well as several guards from the states prison were hunting in Northern Vermont, near the United States, Canada border. He ran into a couple of hunters who were looking for a small road that led into Canada, it was also unmanned most of the time. Deputy Duffy only became suspicious when he told them a better way to get to the boarder, but the were emphatic, so he showed him the way. He also called the border patrol and had them waiting for them all at the boarder. The drugs were quickly found in trunk of their car.
"They weren't the smartest drug smugglers in the world." Deputy Duffy thought.
"Have you signed your forms?" Adams asked.
"Yah here, can I see my husband now?" Jill cried.
Jill hadn't been able to just as much as hold her husbands' hand in over a year in half since Deputy Duffy had arrested her husband and his best friend, and since she also wasn't able to come up with the 2 million-dollar bail bond.
"I understand your eagerness, but we still have our procedures," Adams said, "if you come with us we will start your search."
"Search?" Jill screamed.
The sounds of nervous laughter, from the other women, filled the room.
"Didn't you read the forms? Before you can see your husband, we have to perform a search for illegal contraband. See it's on page two," Adams scolded.
Jill had read the form quickly, "I must of read them too quickly," she thought.
"Let's go, your hubby is waiting," Adams barked.
Jill got up slowly; her breakfast tossed in her stomach, as she was led down the hall; there was a black door with the words, visitor processing, written on it in yellow.
"What going on...I mean where are the female guards?" Jill asked nervously.
"I don't know, maybe in the female prison." Adams answered sarcastically. He had been down this road many times before.
"Your not, I mean, what do you think I'm an idiot?" Jill screeched.
"What's the problem, you signed the forms, It gives us, the prison personal, the right to search your belongings and your belonging," Adams hissed
"No fucking way I'm letting you guys touch me, it's not right." Jill cried.
"Geez buddy, I don't think she likes us much, Oh well, have it your way. I'm sleeping in my wives warm bed tonight," Adams taunted.
"Fuck you," Jill snapped.
"Nice language and I thought your were the shy and innocent type," Duffy broke in with, "well then if that's the case, see yah in three months."
"Three months?" Jill snapped.
"Yah, you only get personal visits every three months, unless properly authorized," Duffy barked.
"First you make me wait six months and now three more, I'm his wife for..." Jill cried.
"And this is prison, not a fucking holiday Inn," Adams barked.
"You can't do this, just wait until my lawyer hears about this one," Jill huffed as she turned and scampered off.
"I hope he does a better job than he did at the trial," Duffy barked as Jill slammed the prisons front door.
The two men shared a laugh.
"I guess her old man goes hungry tonight," Adams said.
"Do you wanna tell him or can I?" Duffy said as the two men shared another laugh.
"Oh well, lets see what else we have today, I mean I'm here anyways." Duffy groaned.
Deputy Duffy didn't work in the prison, he was on special assignment as he liked to call it. Basically he would also come to visit his older hunting buddy Sergeant Adams, when he told him he had someone special coming in, because next to his father, Deputy Duffy, despite the fact that he was only 26 years old, was the best female processor in the state.
Jill left the prison in a huff, she cried herself to sleep the next couple of nights, partially from the pain of missing her husband, and partially because she blamed herself for not having the courage to go through with the search.
"How selfish could she be, how could she ever face her husband again?" She cried.
Over the course of the next several weeks, she talked to her lawyer repeatedly, he just couldn't find a way around it, she had signed the consent forms, and it was a legal document, giving any prison personnel permission to search her for contraband at anytime and the state of Vermont had no law preventing opposite sex searches.
She talked to her mom, who had been her, tower of strength, during the trial, unlike Bob's family who had disowned him after his arrest, and again she slowly built up Jill's strength. She even offered to come with her when she went back. She also talked to her friends and her co-workers at the bookstore, she took a job at, after her husband got arrested.
Jill hadn't had a job since high school, her husband always took care of her. He had a good job as a stockbroker, while his father had also given him a large sum of money, when he graduated from high school. They had it made, a large house, nice cars, luxurious vacations. They lived a charmed life for awhile.
Then Jill's husband Bob, had a streak of bad luck, a change in the stock market, had cost Bob's clients millions, and had nearly wiped him out. He became desperate, he needed quick cash to maintain their current lifestyle. He also lost most of his clients, so the money stopped coming in.
He had swallowed his pride and asked his father for some quick cash, but to no avail, his father told him he would have to change his ways, and make do, heck their home alone was worth a million bucks easy, his father told him, but Bob was too proud to sell his home.
That's when his friend Stan came up with the drug delivery plan that landed them both in jail. It seemed so easy at the time, just drive up from their homes in Connecticut and make a delivery in Canada. Stan as it turned out, took the easy way out and hung himself in jail, while waiting for trial, leaving Bob to take the fall. Bob couldn't believe his run of bad luck, I mean what were the odds of running into a Deputy in the middle of nowhere.
Jill gathered up her strength and made another Saturday appointment, exactly three months after her first visit. She had tried to call and write her husband several times to let him now what happened, why she hadn't been there to visit him, but to no avail, seems like she didn't fill out the proper forms.
Finally it was time for her Saturday visit, she found herself back outside the prison walls. She also had dressed extra conservatively today, she didn't show any skin at all.
"Just let them feel me through all this," she said as she entered the prison again. She had a new sense of purpose, she didn't want to let them get the best of her. She had renewed confidence, but most of all she was fueled by desperation. She needed her husband to sign the sales agreement on their home, so she could make ends meet, at least for awhile. Her job at the bookstore just wasn't doing the job, the bills were piling up.
Jill's heart began to race, as she entered the waiting area again. This time she was all alone though. She had made sure she filled out all the forms they had this time, reading them all extra carefully.
"Mrs. Kelly would you come with us," a deep voice bellowed.
Jill looked up, she saw the same two men that she saw on her last visit. Her stomached fluttered as she followed the men down the hall.
"What do these guys fucking live here?" She said to herself as they proceeded the visitors processing room.
Jill saw a rather tuff looking, dirty blonde woman leaning against the black door. She was about the same height 5'6", as Jill, although she looked like she was just a little heaver then Jill's 115 pounds.
Jill blushed as she got a closer look at the woman who was dressed in a simple white tee shirt and a small black skirt, both of which were way to small to cover her pronounced curves.
"Deputy Duffy this is April James, she's here to see her husband, Bull James, whose back with us yet again, for another one of his brief visits," said Sergeant Adams.
After a brief exchange of greetings the four of them entered the processing room. Jill now felt even more uncomfortable than before. April looked and acted like she had been though this before, she was even smiling and joking with the two men.
"Was she actually flirting with them?" Jill thought.
Jill's mind was racing, they didn't even ask Jill if they could search the two of them together. Jill also couldn't help but wonder if April knew that the two men could see her large nipples that adorned her even larger breasts, under her white tee shirt, as she obviously didn't wear a bra today.
"Ladies," Sergeant Adams barked, "Deputy Duffy is here as a member of the Vermont state police special task force. It seems that there has been some concern that illegal contraband has been finding it's way into our correctional facility, he is here to assist us, and help us reexamine our procedures,"
Deputy Duffy had all he could do to keep his poker face on, he had been waiting for three month's for Jill's return. Jill on the other hand couldn't believe how young the deputy looked up close. He looked like he was just out of high school, he was a nice enough looking guy, 5'10",190 pounds she guessed, nice green eyes, cleanly shaven, baby face, Maybe it was the blue uniform, or the short haircut. She felt strangely attracted to him.
"But wait, he was the ass that took her husband away from her and now he wanted to search her too," Jill thought, it was almost too much for her to handle.
"All right ladies, lets do a little manual pat down, Jill step forward and stand on the star," Deputy Duffy said.
Jill looked down at the floor, in the center of it there was a large Silver Star on the floor, she moved over to it, although she didn't feel like a star. She figured this had to be some sort of sick joke on their part.
"Hands on top of your head," Duffy hissed.
Jill slowly complied, she hated being the center of attention sort of speak, and she tremble at the thought of this young man putting his hands on her.
"Hey Sarg, did you bag anything after I had to leave the other day?" Duffy said to Sergeant Adams as he moved behind Jill, and began to run his hands over Jill's shoulders and down her back.
"Nah didn't see shit. My buddy bagged a doe though," Sergeant Adams replied.
Jill felt his hands brush the back of her pants, his fingers running inside her waist band and then traveling down the top of her ass. They applied more pressure then she expected, but as she started to protest they left and traveled down her leg.
"Man, I haven't shot anything for a couple of years now," Duffy barked.
His hands now running back up the other leg.
"Well unless you count them couple of dudes who tried to rob the 7-11," Adams laughed
Jill braced her body, she figured if his hands traveled down the back they would probably travel up the front, on the way back up. She figured right, as she felt his run up and press right against her crotch. It was all she could do to fight her natural instinct to turn around and slap the cocky Deputy.
His hands were now running around the front of her pants waistband.
"Dude you know what I meant," Duffy hissed.
His hands now gliding over Jill's flat stomach.
"Yah I know," Sergeant Adams said, "but those two assholes, will never be back here again."
"That's for damn sure," Duffy quickly replied.
Jill cringed, as his hands had found her heavy sweater-covered breasts, but also due to the topic of their conversation.
"Did the Deputy, that was squeezing her breasts now, really kill two guys, or where they just trying to make her more nervous then she was already?" She thought, although she didn't know if that was possible.
Duffy's hands finally left her breasts and were know running through her hair.
"So much for all that time this morning, making it just right," Jill thought.
"Man look at all this hair," Duffy said as he undid her hair bun.
"You going to see Motley Crue later?" Adams said as he laughed, he was almost giddy with excitement, as he just loved watching Deputy Duffy in action.
"All right Jill step back, April over here," Duffy said.
"Goodie my turn," April giggled as she stepped to the star.
Jill felt relieved, "although it had been a little embarrassing, all in all it wasn't that bad," she thought, "man I can't believe I made my husband wait three more months for that, what was I thinking?"
Jill watched as Deputy Duffy started to run his hands quickly down April's back and up over April's front, she gasped when his hands cupped April's large breasts.
"He sure seemed to take his time there," she thought,
Now Adams was searching her breasts.
"Now what could he be looking for in there?" Jill thought.
"All right, April step back," Duffy groaned, "ok ladies, now that we now your not carrying any large contraband, we just have to search for the small stuff, and then you can proceed with your visit."
Jill's heart sank, but deep down she knew there had to be more to the search.
"We might as well start with you April," Duffy said as the two men were now standing on the star.
"Just lift," Duffy started.
"I know the drill," April interrupted. April was a veteran at this; her husband had been in and out of jails all along the eastern seaboard, petty theft mostly.
Jill was stunned as she watched as April lifted her white tee shirt over her breasts, gasping when she saw her large areola, and bumpy brown nipples spring into view. April then lifted her small skirt up and bunched it around her waist. Jill quickly noticed her pussy was completely shaved, as did the two men.
"I'm sorry, April I forgot that you've been though this before," Duffy said as April was doing this.
Jill was completely blown away, "there's no way they were gonna make her strip too, she couldn't, she wouldn't," she thought, even though she knew it was coming.
"Turn around April," Duffy barked.
"Nice tattoo, red bull...Oh I get it," he said with a laugh, as he remembered her husband's name.
Jill just couldn't help but look, he was right, she had a nice red bull tattooed on her right ass cheek. She also couldn't help but watch as they made her grab her ankles and reach back and spread her ass checks, which wasn't so nice. This was almost too much for Jill, she just wanted to run out the door screaming. She looked away when the two men moved in for a closer look, she just couldn't bear to watch, mostly because she knew that she was next.
A buzzing sound broke up the action, it was the red phone on the far wall. Adams answered it.
"Hello Sheriff, yah he's here, hold on...Deputy Duffy your dads on the phone," Jill heard Adams say.
"The young Deputy's father is the Sheriff, well now that just figures," Jill thought.
The two men both seemed to be chatting away on the phone, with the Sheriff, when April nudged Jill.
"First time eh," she whispered.
"Yah, is it that obvious," Jill whispered back.
"I could tell by the way your dressed, it looks like your on your way to church...and it looks like your gonna pee your pants, plus to be honest, they told me," April snickered.
Jill looked at April, but didn't have an answer.
"It's all right I remember my first time too, but it was before I had these," April groaned as she pointed to her breasts, which were still exposed, "they were a gift from my old man."
"They're nice," Jill managed, as she was slightly embarrassed, "why didn't she at least cover herself back up?" She thought.
"Yah nice to look at, which helps a lot in here, but there like carrying a ten-pound bowling ball on your chest," April moaned, as the two women shared a light giggle.
"That's it Jill, you have to lighten up, it's the only way to make it through this," April moaned. "Can I ask how long is your man in for?"
"The lawyers said a least eight years." Jill answered.
"Eight fucking years, oh man, then you better quickly learn to play their game," April whispered.
Jill looked at April with a puzzled face.
"Look, do you love your husband?" April asked.
"Yes!" Jill replied emphatically,
"All right then, you have to learn, for his sake" April whispered. "How long has it been since you have been with your husband...you know sexually?"
"I don't no," Jill groaned a little embarrassed by the question and also the fact that it was being asked by a naked woman, whose large breasts were brushing against her arm. "Ah, I haven't been able to touch him for nine months, oh, and then there was the year in a half he was awaiting trail."