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OOC: This story is about parolees and the release they need after time in prison. I'll be Jason Jones, 27 years old, finishing serving a 1 year sentence for a crime he didn't commit. He's about to be released and sent to a rehab facility.
I need a few more prisoners to be at the halfway house with me as well as Jesse's wife and a few other women characters such as a maid, a nurse, and a therapist. This thread can go in any direction but keep in mind the women have extreme power since the men are restricted. If anyone is interested in playing a woman prisoner that's a possibility for some plot twists.
IC: The conditions of your full release are as follows:
1. No drugs, alcohol, or firearms are to be in your possession at any time. Random searches will administered at the discretion of the probation officer.
2. No contacting known associates once released
3. For those convicted of sexual assault crimes no intercourse for 30 days or until you are released from Shady Acres Halfway House.
I read rule three over and over again and still couldn't believe it. How could they expect us to be locked up and not full of sexual emotions that demanded attention? The prison's theory was that us sex offenders could best be rehabilitated by spending time supervised with women or men whomever we'd assaulted until we stopped looking at them as sexual objects and as once again as people. It all sounded like bull to me since 30 days would just make us hornier. Rumor had it once we got to the halfway house we would be provided with gradual release outlets such as a victoria's secret catalog but only for a few minutes a day. After that we would spend most of the day in therapy. I didn't know what to expect but anything was better than prison. I was tired of being a guinea pig. My hair was cut by students from the local barber college. The guards teased with rumors that the massage therapy students would come by and practice on us since most of us were very tense from sleeping on the metal framed beds.
Most of the guys in my cell block weren't what I would consider violent or habitual offenders. Most had just gotten a little too liqoured up and gotten too rough with their girlfriend or a hooker. Many of the men had rape charges slapped on top of their soliciting prostitution charges. The city was trying to crackdown on prostitution and had decided to trump up some rape charges to scare away future customers. I on the other hand was sentenced to a year for a false rape charge. My girlfriend and I were having a domestic dispute, she attacked me and I pushed her off of me and into her makeup shelf. When the cops arrived they found her with lots of blotches and smears that they assumed to be blood and bruises and charged me with rape without even doing a rape kit. I realize rape is a serious thing but I was falsely accused. Nevertheless a year of my life was gone and I just wanted to get back into society and have a normal relationship with a woman and a normal sex life. I knew that would be a challenge since I no longer had a job and most of my friends and family had shunned me.
When I told my story to the other prisoners, Jesse, the self-appointed leader of our cell block was outraged and vowed revenge on her. I told him to let it go and that I just wanted to do my time and get back to normal. But he promised he'd take care of it. I didn't know whether to believe him or not. Jesse was the only married man amongst us. I never knew what he was in for and I was afraid to ask. As I walked towards the front door on my release I could hear moans from the one conjugal visit room. It stopped abruptly and out walked a 25 year old gorgeous latina woman, wiping semen off of her face. She was still flushed from the sex but blushed even more when she saw me. She walked quickly towards the guard station, giving the guard her visitors pass on the way out. Jesse came out of the room behind her, waving to her as he zipped up his jumpsuit. He slapped me on the ass. I jumped and clenched my ass cheeks tightly. He laughed manically briefly as a guard approached to lead him back to his cell. I was startled by his slap but it was also instinct since I was always afraid of a shower rape. Luckily it hadn't happened to me but I feared if I was alone with these guys much longer something might happen Jesse told me he'd be joining the rest of us shortly at the halfway house. He held a small red piece of fiber in his hands. I realized it was a pair of panties. He sniffed them and laughed even more as he tucked them into his pants. I watched him until he was out of sight.
I heard the loud buzzer followed by a static-riddled voice of the guard as I approached the station. I could see Jesse's wife walking towards the front gate. A breeze caught her skirt blowing it up and exposing her naked ass to me. I felt my cock jump. The guard told me to strip down for a contraband search. I knew I would have an erection but it was too late to hide it now. As I pulled of my white boxer shorts he looked down at my cock and asked if I was in love with him. I was ashamed and tried to mutter "No Sir" but before I could speak I heard the latex glove snap on his hand. He ordered me to touch my toes. I obliged and grimaced as the cold glove circled my most private cavity. He had to be a jerk and thrusted his finger deeply in my ass. It stimulated my prostrate making my erection grow even harder. With my peripheral vision I could see him reaching for his nightstick, I feared he was going to stick it in next. Instead he just slapped me on the ass with it and told me to get dressed. I was given $15 in cash and $5 worth of change.
I sat on the bus still ashamed of what had happened in front of the guard. I was thankful none of the other prisoners had seen it. The plan was that we would be taken to a motel for the night since it was sunday night and then be escorted to Shady Acres in the morning. The warden wanted to keep us for one more night but knew he couldn't because he might face litigation. So, we were granted temporary freedom in the motel but each of us had house arrest bracelets on our ankles and couldn't stray more than 500 feet from our hotel room. I didn't think that would be a problem since the vending machines probably weren't that far away. I just hoped the motel room cable carried some adult movies but I knew that would probably be against our probation. The bus arrived at about 10 p.m. Each of us was led to our motel room and giving one warning not to try anything stupid. We each then went to our seperate rooms. I smiled slightly knowing that I was still a prisoner but I had the key. I held the room key in my hand for at least an hour before finally sitting on the bedstand next to me. I laid my head down the goosefeather pillow letting my body go limp and soak in all the softness of the bed.
I need a few more prisoners to be at the halfway house with me as well as Jesse's wife and a few other women characters such as a maid, a nurse, and a therapist. This thread can go in any direction but keep in mind the women have extreme power since the men are restricted. If anyone is interested in playing a woman prisoner that's a possibility for some plot twists.
IC: The conditions of your full release are as follows:
1. No drugs, alcohol, or firearms are to be in your possession at any time. Random searches will administered at the discretion of the probation officer.
2. No contacting known associates once released
3. For those convicted of sexual assault crimes no intercourse for 30 days or until you are released from Shady Acres Halfway House.
I read rule three over and over again and still couldn't believe it. How could they expect us to be locked up and not full of sexual emotions that demanded attention? The prison's theory was that us sex offenders could best be rehabilitated by spending time supervised with women or men whomever we'd assaulted until we stopped looking at them as sexual objects and as once again as people. It all sounded like bull to me since 30 days would just make us hornier. Rumor had it once we got to the halfway house we would be provided with gradual release outlets such as a victoria's secret catalog but only for a few minutes a day. After that we would spend most of the day in therapy. I didn't know what to expect but anything was better than prison. I was tired of being a guinea pig. My hair was cut by students from the local barber college. The guards teased with rumors that the massage therapy students would come by and practice on us since most of us were very tense from sleeping on the metal framed beds.
Most of the guys in my cell block weren't what I would consider violent or habitual offenders. Most had just gotten a little too liqoured up and gotten too rough with their girlfriend or a hooker. Many of the men had rape charges slapped on top of their soliciting prostitution charges. The city was trying to crackdown on prostitution and had decided to trump up some rape charges to scare away future customers. I on the other hand was sentenced to a year for a false rape charge. My girlfriend and I were having a domestic dispute, she attacked me and I pushed her off of me and into her makeup shelf. When the cops arrived they found her with lots of blotches and smears that they assumed to be blood and bruises and charged me with rape without even doing a rape kit. I realize rape is a serious thing but I was falsely accused. Nevertheless a year of my life was gone and I just wanted to get back into society and have a normal relationship with a woman and a normal sex life. I knew that would be a challenge since I no longer had a job and most of my friends and family had shunned me.
When I told my story to the other prisoners, Jesse, the self-appointed leader of our cell block was outraged and vowed revenge on her. I told him to let it go and that I just wanted to do my time and get back to normal. But he promised he'd take care of it. I didn't know whether to believe him or not. Jesse was the only married man amongst us. I never knew what he was in for and I was afraid to ask. As I walked towards the front door on my release I could hear moans from the one conjugal visit room. It stopped abruptly and out walked a 25 year old gorgeous latina woman, wiping semen off of her face. She was still flushed from the sex but blushed even more when she saw me. She walked quickly towards the guard station, giving the guard her visitors pass on the way out. Jesse came out of the room behind her, waving to her as he zipped up his jumpsuit. He slapped me on the ass. I jumped and clenched my ass cheeks tightly. He laughed manically briefly as a guard approached to lead him back to his cell. I was startled by his slap but it was also instinct since I was always afraid of a shower rape. Luckily it hadn't happened to me but I feared if I was alone with these guys much longer something might happen Jesse told me he'd be joining the rest of us shortly at the halfway house. He held a small red piece of fiber in his hands. I realized it was a pair of panties. He sniffed them and laughed even more as he tucked them into his pants. I watched him until he was out of sight.
I heard the loud buzzer followed by a static-riddled voice of the guard as I approached the station. I could see Jesse's wife walking towards the front gate. A breeze caught her skirt blowing it up and exposing her naked ass to me. I felt my cock jump. The guard told me to strip down for a contraband search. I knew I would have an erection but it was too late to hide it now. As I pulled of my white boxer shorts he looked down at my cock and asked if I was in love with him. I was ashamed and tried to mutter "No Sir" but before I could speak I heard the latex glove snap on his hand. He ordered me to touch my toes. I obliged and grimaced as the cold glove circled my most private cavity. He had to be a jerk and thrusted his finger deeply in my ass. It stimulated my prostrate making my erection grow even harder. With my peripheral vision I could see him reaching for his nightstick, I feared he was going to stick it in next. Instead he just slapped me on the ass with it and told me to get dressed. I was given $15 in cash and $5 worth of change.
I sat on the bus still ashamed of what had happened in front of the guard. I was thankful none of the other prisoners had seen it. The plan was that we would be taken to a motel for the night since it was sunday night and then be escorted to Shady Acres in the morning. The warden wanted to keep us for one more night but knew he couldn't because he might face litigation. So, we were granted temporary freedom in the motel but each of us had house arrest bracelets on our ankles and couldn't stray more than 500 feet from our hotel room. I didn't think that would be a problem since the vending machines probably weren't that far away. I just hoped the motel room cable carried some adult movies but I knew that would probably be against our probation. The bus arrived at about 10 p.m. Each of us was led to our motel room and giving one warning not to try anything stupid. We each then went to our seperate rooms. I smiled slightly knowing that I was still a prisoner but I had the key. I held the room key in my hand for at least an hour before finally sitting on the bedstand next to me. I laid my head down the goosefeather pillow letting my body go limp and soak in all the softness of the bed.
