Lady In The House Ch. 13

It was obvious to everyone in the communal shower that my body had been fully shaved and I would undoubtedly have got some unwelcome attention by the 'bull dykes' except for the fact that word had obviously gotten around that I was one of Steve's 'girls'. No one in Chelmsford fucked with Steve or his 'property'.

Once safely locked back in my cell I was alone and found myself wondering exactly what had happened to Angie yesterday. The longer I was left alone in my cell the more I worried and imagined the worst. My cell door opened without warning and 'Iron Bar' Steve sauntered in and slammed the door closed. I crawled onto my bunk scrunching myself up against the wall, as far away from him as possible.

"Well if it isn't Mike or should I say Michele. All refreshed after a good night's sleep?" he asked.

Steve was carrying a large carry bag, which he dumped on the floor before pitching himself down on the end of my bunk and I hunched myself further against the wall.

"Oh what's the matter honey; you bashful? You don't look too bashful in this picture do you?" he teased and pulled out his highly illegal mobile phone and showed me the screensaver on the digital display. It was a picture of me dressed as a woman wearing full makeup fellating him.

"Look Mike, these are the pictures your sister got to see yesterday," he smiled evilly at me.

Then he played with the menus on his phone, flicking through the pictures he had taken of me with his penis in my mouth. Although I was being forced to participate, the pictures didn't show that. They portrayed me as a heavily made up tart fellating a well built, tattooed, con; there was nothing to indicate that I was anything but a willing participant.

"Take that filth away from me," I whimpered, pushing the phone away.

"Oh no Michele; you already knew about these pictures. I just wanted to show you how well they turned out."

"The real reason I'm here is to show these," he went on, fiddling with the phone in order to open a new picture folder.