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Subject: {ASSM} JoAnn's Last Anniversary, Pt. 2 (prison)
Date: Tue,  3 Jul 2001 18:10:07 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction not intended to be read by 
persons under the age of 21. By continuing on, you attest that you 
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Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the 
author. Copyright Ladyvet, 2001. 


JoAnn -(TM)s Last Anniversary, Pt. 2

JoAnn waited for her pre-visit strip search with her toes on the yellow 
line. No one seemed to know why it was necessary. There was nothing in the 
prison worth smuggling out but rules were rules. Most made no sense to those 
forced to obey them to the interpretation of whichever CO was in control of 
them at the moment. Officer Wilson ignored her while she bantered with a 
male CO in the glass-walled access control office. JoAnn watched the second 
hand on the big clock above the door circle the face while they talked about 
a world now closed to her except in dreams and memories.

She thought about her mockery of a trial. The freshly minted public defender 
had expressed optimism right up to the moment she was pronounced guilty. He 
managed to get her released on her own recognizance, as he had after her 
arrest. That was fortunate because they had no money for bail. Both of their 
salaries barely covered basic expenses. She and Ted took comfort in the P. 
D's. assessment of the situation. True, she had been convicted but she 
successfully completed nine months of treatment and counseling between her 
arrest and trial. Her record was spotless except for this conviction. She 
had a good job. Child protective services had determined that she was a good 
mother. A year's probation with some community service should satisfy The 
People. She and Ted went on with their lives as normally as they could 
during the one-month interval between judgement and sentencing. They worked, 
took care of their kids, visited with friends and family and made love. 
Unfortunately, the newly enacted drug law's mandatory minimum sentencing 
guidelines gave the judge no latitude. He was almost apologetic when he 
sentenced her to ten years in the penitentiary. She was mercifully numb when 
the bailiff pulled her out of Ted's arms, cuffed her hands behind her back 
and propelled her away from everything she knew and loved.

"My husband's taking me to that new Italian restaurant on Grant Saturday 
night for our anniversary, Kowalski," Wilson announced with a broad smile.

JoAnn felt a twinge. Today was her fifth and her first away from Ted.

"I took my girlfriend a couple of weeks ago. Food's great but it's real 
expensive. She felt so guilty over the bill she sucked me off on the way 
home."

JoAnn cleared her throat to remind Wilson that she was waiting. The guard 
gestured laconically to silence her.

"Sucked you off while you was driving?" Wilson asked incredulously. "Sounds 
like wishful thinking to me."

"Swallowed it too!" Kowalski added, licking his lips for emphasis. Wilson 
chortled.

"My old man acts like he died and went to heaven when I do that!" They both 
laughed heartily.

JoAnn fidgeted and wondered how long Ted had been waiting on the other side 
of the door. She knew how he hated to wait for anything. She was impatient 
by nature, too but she'd grown used to waiting during her five months behind 
bars. She spent most of her time waiting for things; meals, showers, 
commissary, head counts, mail call, phone time, too-short visits with her 
husband and kids and the day in the distant future when the gates would 
swing open for her. She was eligible for six one-hour visits each month but 
Ted was seldom able to make the four-hundred mile drive more than once. He'd 
always brought the kids before but he'd written that he'd come alone this 
time.

Wilson finally turned to JoAnn and ordered her to enter the small alcove and 
strip. It was open to the hallway; too shallow to provide privacy from the 
access control office. Its only purpose was to keep the hallway clear. JoAnn 
hated strip searches even more than pat searches. Many COs fondled inmates 
during pat searches, sometimes inflicting the indignity several times per 
day. The rule prohibiting male COs from patting down inmates was largely 
ignored. Wilson was one of the worst offenders when it came to fondling. 
JoAnn took off her shoes, sox, shirt and pants. Removing her bra and panties 
took an effort of the will. Being naked in front of anyone but her husband 
had always made her uncomfortable. Exposing herself to Wilson, Kowalski and 
every other prison employee or convict who happened to walk by was 
intolerable.

She took them off and stared at the ceiling, reliving the fear and indignity 
she'd felt during intake processing. She'd been forced to stand naked for 
what seemed like an eternity in front of two women who cataloged and 
recorded her every distinguishing mark. One described each mole and scar 
while the other filled out a form. They were particularly interested in the 
port wine stain birthmark on her pubis.

JoAnn got her first real taste of prison life when the woman bent closer and 
touched her pubic hair to see her birthmark better. She tried to push her 
fingers away. The woman slapped her hand, told her she was resisting and 
asked the other woman to cuff her. JoAnn apologized and promised not to do 
anything else. They ignored her. She underwent the rest of the examination 
with hands cuffed behind her back. It was even worse when a male guard 
walked in and openly gawked at her. The woman with the clipboard noticed 
JoAnn's embarrassment and advised her to get used to being naked and having 
people touch her. She hadn't yet.

Wilson finally tired of her conversation with Kowalski and started the hated 
ritual by ordering JoAnn to lift her breasts. She took her nipples between 
thumbs and forefingers, moved her elbows out to the sides and raised her 
breasts so Wilson could see under them.

"Big nipples on little saggers," Wilson exclaimed. "Ain't that pathetic!" 
JoAnn glanced at Kowalski from the corner of her eye. He was watching with a 
broad smile.

Wilson checked the front of JoAnn's body perfunctorily. JoAnn tried to 
ignore her and thought about Ted's being just a few yards away on the other 
side of the wall.

"Turn around and assume the position," Wilson ordered. JoAnn bent at her 
waist, shook out her hair, ran her fingers through it then she spread her 
ass cheeks and held them apart while Wilson donned latex gloves.

"Hands on your ankles," Wilson ordered. JoAnn bent farther, grasped her 
ankles and braced herself. Wilson slipped a gloved finger into JoAnn's 
vagina. Some COs let it go at that. Others didn't. Wilson was among the 
worst.

"Been a while since you had a cock in here, hasn't it?" she demanded with a 
side glance at Kowalski.

"Yes, Ma'am," JoAnn replied softly. She learned early on that ignoring 
Wilson's comments only made tings worse. Wilson slipped two more fingers 
inside JoAnn and rubbed her G-spot until JoAnn began to tremble. Satisfied, 
Wilson withdrew her fingers and thrust one hard into JoAnn's anus.

"Bet you'd rather have it up here, though, right?" she exclaimed.

JoAnn replied "Yes, Ma'am" again. The only way to handle Wilson was to go 
along with her.

Wilson pulled her finger out and ordered JoAnn to dress. She inspected her 
clothing and ordered her to fasten her top button and exclaimed "wouldn't 
want that horny hubby of yours to get a peek in there!"

JoAnn spotted Ted as soon as she got in line. He'd arrived early and gotten 
a table in a far corner. He waved across the crowded, noisy room when their 
eyes met. The rule against "unauthorized communication" required her to keep 
her arms at her sides and refrain from speaking to him or other inmates in 
line with her. The visit didn't officially begin until her slip was stamped. 
They smiled at each other across the room until she reached the head of the 
line.

The sargent checked her slip to make sure she hadn't already used up her 
visits for the month and time-stamped it. JoAnn seethed inside when he 
summoned a CO over the P. A. to escort "398012." Names, honorifics and 
dignity were reserved for prison authorities and Free Worlders. She wanted 
to shout that she was JoAnn Melinda Richardson; wife, mother, financial 
analyst and holder of a baccalaureate degree from NYU but none of that was 
relevant any more. Her brief, intense addiction to cocaine had caused of 
that to be stripped all of it away. She was now state property; just another 
number among thousands.

"Which one is it?" the guard demanded. JoAnn pointed to Ted.

"Who's he? Your pimp?" she asked as they walked toward him.

JoAnn bit her lower lip and replied "he's my husband, Ma'am." The CO shook 
her head and asked rhetorically her how nice looking guys wound up married 
inmates.

The visiting room was jammed, which made it hard for the COs to monitor 
everything that was happening. JoAnn made the most of the single kiss and 
hug they were allowed. She opened her mouth as soon as their lips touched, 
inviting his tongue to mingle with hers. She trembled with excitement at the 
sensation of his hands roaming over her back and sides. She gasped into his 
mouth when his palms grazed the outer curves of her breasts through her 
stiff, prison issue bra. She sucked his tongue and spread her legs just 
enough to get one of his thighs against her mons.

She reluctantly ended their kiss to look around for COs, who were thankfully 
busy at the other end of the room. Ted's hardness pressed maddeningly 
against her. Practice had made them adept at exploiting each momentary 
opportunity to be together. He slipped his right hand between them and 
cupped one of her small, soft breasts. She panted and moved subtly against 
him, reveling in his delicious scent and the sensation of his body against 
hers. She gently pushed him away when one of the COs glanced in their 
direction. The visit would be terminated immediately if their innocent, 
forbidden pleasure were discovered.

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