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Subject: {ASSM} JoAnn's Last Anniversary, Pt. 4 ;prison
Date: Fri,  6 Jul 2001 08:10:06 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
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JoAnn -(TM)s Last Anniversary, Pt. 4

Wilson ordered the black inmate into the alcove. JoAnn waited her turn, 
standing inside a yellow painted square across the hallway while another CO 
searched the defiant woman. The inmate pulled off her shirt and pants, threw 
them on the floor and glowered at JoAnn.

"Come on, God damn it, you know the drill!" the CO barked. "Get naked!"

She unhooked her bra. Her heavy, pendulant breasts tumbled nearly to her 
waist. She held them out toward JoAnn, called her a scrawny white bitch and 
told her to take a good look at a real woman. The guard ordered her to shut 
up and finish stripping.

"I'm ministrating," she snarled.

"Just do it!" the guard ordered and touched her baton.

She pulled off her worn, stained panties, spread her legs and thrust her 
pelvis forward.

"What you think I got up there, bitch?" she demanded. "Your husband?"

"Take it off," the guard ordered and cursed under her breath. She removed 
the sodden sanitary napkin, held it up to the guard then flipped it into the 
hall. It bounced off JoAnn's chest and landed at her feet.

She looked at the stain on her shirt in revulsion and shouted "you 
disgusting animal!"

Wilson pushed JoAnn against the wall and told her "you can strip here, miss 
mouth."

The shift commander walked up with two COs and asked Wilson if there were a 
problem.

"No, everything's fine," she replied. "Just busy as hell. Visiting day at 
the zoo's always a pain in the ass."

JoAnn waited a few moments for the men to leave. They showed no inclination 
to do so. She faced the wall, removed her blouse and pants and handed them 
to Wilson.

Wilson turned them inside out, shook them out and said "the rest."

She removed her bra and handed it to Wilson. JoAnn had been raised in a 
strict Catholic home where modesty was a way of life. It was a hard thing to 
let go. She slipped off her panties and gave them to Wilson, who dropped 
them onto the rest of JoAnn's clothing and ordered her to face the hallway. 
The men gaped at her. She covered herself with her hands.

Wilson winked at one of the COs and ordered JoAnn to put her hands at her 
sides. She lowered them and averted her face.

One of the men commented "USDA Prime pussy!"

"Bet it's nice and tight, too," the other one said and made a small circle 
with his thumb and index finger.

"Looks freshly fucked to me," the first one countered. "She ain't been here 
all that long."

"Long enough so she's probably ready for some! Look at those nipples 
standing at attention!" All of them laughed.

The shift commander noticed the blood soaked napkin on the floor and asked 
Wilson what the hell it was doing there. She gestured toward the alcove.

"She threw it out here. She's in a pissy mood. Definitely her time of the 
month!" He walked into the alcove, stood in front of woman and ordered her 
to stand straight with her eyes front.

"You got a problem today?" he demanded.

"No, the fuckin' system got a problem today!" she snarled, then added 
"Captain" condescendingly.

"Parole board gave you a set-off this morning, didn't they?" he asked.

"Mothefuckers give me four more years!" she replied bitterly. Four 
motherfuckin' more years in this shit hole before they gonna give me another 
shot."

"How many kids you have?"

"I got six," she replied.

"The board gave us poor taxpayers a break keeping you off the street. You 
won't be adding any more bastards to the welfare roll while you're in here, 
will you?" he asked laconically.

"I married their father, motherfucker!" she yelled. "It's cocksuckers like 
you keep us from being a family. I be taking care of them if it weren't for 
you bastards! "

He shrugged. "You'd be taking care of a cock as big as my arm and loving 
every minute of it."

He called Wilson over and instructed "write this bitch a D. R. for 
insubordination and another one for refusing to obey an order."

He turned back to the woman, who clenched her fists in rage but held her 
tongue. "Your piss poor attitude just cost you two month's privileges 
including visits. You getting the idea yet?"

She nodded.

"Now get on with it." She took hold of her nipples and lifted her breasts.

The shift commander asked "how big are those goddamned things?"

"Forty double-D" she replied sullenly. Wilson looked under her breasts for 
contraband.

"Show us your ass hole."

She turned her back, bent over and spread her buttocks.

"Now give us a nice cunt show."

She spread herself with her fingers. Several drops of blood fell to the 
floor between her feet.

"You miss having a donkey dick in that thing?" he asked. She mumbled 
something unintelligible.

"I think that was a 'yes' Roy," he told one of the men standing near JoAnn. 
"Kick that rag over here." It landed against the woman's foot.

"Put it back on before you ruin my floor."

"It's filthy," she protested. It'll give me an infection."

"You're working on month three," he warned and asked Wilson if she had more 
blank D. Rs."

Wilson held up her book at tapped it with her pen. The woman squatted, 
picked up the sodden napkin and glared at him while she put it on.

"Now get dressed," he ordered. "Roy, Jason, take her back to housing." The 
COs took a long last look at JoAnn while the black inmate dressed.

The shift commander's pager buzzed just as JoAnn entered the alcove. He 
checked the number, pursed his lips and left.

As much as JoAnn hated pre-visit searches, she loathed the strip search 
inflicted after each visit even more. They were one of the many degrading 
things she never told Ted about. He knew prison was bad. She never let him 
know how bad.

Wilson followed her in. Kowalski took his break standing just outside the 
alcove. Male COs were prohibited from strip searching inmates but there was 
no rule against watching. They watched the women shower and use the toilets 
and sneaked around at night to try to catch them masturbating or having sex. 
There was no privacy inside the walls.

Wilson ordered JoAnn through the steps of the search.

"Pull your saggers up nice and high and get your elbows out," she ordered. 
She made JoAnn stand with her breasts stretched into points for more than a 
minute before she ordered her to assume the position for her cavity search.

JoAnn knew this internal would be worse than the first. Wilson enjoyed 
playing with inmates after visits, when they were aroused and helpless to do 
anything about it. She assumed the position, bent at the waist, ass cheeks 
spread and waited apprehensively for the snap announcing that Wilson had 
donned a latex glove.

Kowalski cleared his throat. Wilson stood aside to give him an unobstructed 
view. He grabbed his crotch and exclaimed. "I got something for her! Keep 
her right there like that 'till shift change."

"You're out of luck," Wilson said. "She told me she gave up sex for lent." 
They laughed heartily. Two more inmates and a guard arrived from the 
visiting room.

Wilson didn't bother to lubricate her glove before she slipped her finger 
into JoAnn's vagina. She explored her swollen G-spot, withdrew her hand and 
inserted a second finger. Wilson asked if JoAnn had a nice visit.

She answered "yes, Ma'am."

Wilson laughed and told her she could tell. JoAnn tried to blank her mind 
but Wilson's insistent stimulation and the male COs' presence behind her 
made it impossible. Wilson withdrew her fingers and rubbed JoAnn's clitoris 
and inner labia until she began to tremble with excitement despite her 
revulsion. Wilson stopped just short of giving JoAnn an orgasm.

The CO in the hall warned Wilson that prisoners were backing up in the 
visiting room and asked how long she intended to take. She gave him a nasty 
look, ordered JoAnn to spread her buttocks and forced a gloved finger into 
her anus.

"You gonna piss her?" Kowalski asked hopefully. She nodded. Making inmates 
urinate in a plastic cup was a standard procedure to ensure they weren't 
hiding contraband. Wilson asked him to get a sample cup from the shelf. 
Kowalski was glad for the excuse to enter the alcove for a better look.

"What's your registry number?" she asked JoAnn as she probed her anus.

"398012," JoAnn replied in disgust.

"398012, Ma'am," Wilson corrected. She moved her finger in and out with each 
number and word for emphasis. JoAnn repeated it. Kowalski wrote the number 
on the label.

"You miss having a cock in here?" she asked and moved her finger faster. 
Tears of rage and frustration squeezed out of JoAnn's tightly closed eyes. 
She could do nothing to defend herself. Reporting sexual abuse invariably 
resulted in punishment for the victim and increased harassment.

"I'd sure like to fuck her there!" Kowalski blurted.

"Save it for your girlfriend," Wilson advised and pulled her finger out of 
her trembling victim. "Prisoners are all filthy."

Wilson peeled off the glove and ordered JoAnn to stand up and face them. She 
handed her the cup and ordered her to urinate.

JoAnn looked at Kowalski and politely asked him to leave. He ignored her. 
Half a dozen prisoners and several COs entered the hall outside the alcove.

"Don't be bashful," Wilson admonished. "All inmates look the same pissing in 
a cup."

JoAnn held the cup between her thighs and tried to relax enough to urinate 
in it. The rules gave an inmate a limited time to comply. She'd be written 
up for refusing and given 30 days in the hole if she couldn't produce a 
sample. Kowalski put his hand in his pocket and rubbed himself when JoAnn 
finally managed to urinate. Some ran down over her right thigh to dilute the 
blood drops on the floor. Kowalski grunted and swore. A wet spot spread 
across the front of his pants. He walked away with his hat in front of his 
fly. Wilson laughed, called him a "prevert" and ordered JoAnn to dress. Her 
ordeal was over.

JoAnn spent an hour after dinner answering a letter from her parents. She 
suddenly needed to hear Ted's voice and tell him she loved him. She got in 
line to use a phone at eight o'clock, two hours before lock-down. Each 
inmate was limited to one call for each turn at a phone. Successful calls 
were automatically cut off after fifteen minutes, after which the inmate 
could leave or go to the back of the line for another turn. JoAnn finally 
got make her call a little after 9:30. She almost dropped the phone when 
Karen answered.

"Is this JoAnn?" No friendly greeting or "how are you?"

"Yes Karen," she replied. "I need to speak with Ted."

"He's in the shower. Call back in a half-hour."

"I can't!" she shouted "don't hang up!" but Karen was gone. The dial tone 
rasped in her ear. The woman behind her nudged her impatiently. JoAnn 
returned to her cell.

She lay in her bunk, staring at the rough concrete ceiling two feet above 
her head and thought about Karen taking her place in her family. How many 
more times would Ted visit her? She had a dreadful suspicion that this would 
be her last anniversary.





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