Parole hearing (closed for ericrodman101)

[RennyStyle]

Tricia Wells paced in her cell. She had been kept in lockdown all day with no explanation, and she was beginning to grow antsy. The air conditioning hadn't worked in weeks, and she was beginning to sweat.

She could hear the other inmates in the pod, but the window on her door had been blacked out, keeping her from seeing what was happening.

It had been 8 months since she was sent to prison. She had been arrested in a nearby small town, her Mercedes had broken down on the side of the road while on her way across country, and when she went looking for help, she was picked up by a corrupt local cop on a power trip. He had taken one look at her skimpy California clothes and decided that she was a streetwalker and charged her with solicitation. An old, corrupt judge had agreed and she had been in prison since.

She splashed water on her face, and jumped when she heard the heavy lock on her door open.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Prisoner 69. Tricia Wells. Parole board hearing."

Tricia knew that voice from somewhere. The door opened. Fuck, she thought. My arresting officer. Constable Jack Offerd. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/52/3f/1a/523f1a974b0dfe4f19587c3addac1fe6.jpg
Fucking sadist. But young and firm and fuckable. She liked the way he swaggered and wore his pants low on his hips. This was one young officer whose power had gone to his head, his cock head.

Tricia stood ready to be cuffed. "Remember me?" she said, head bowed.

Jack looked the prisoner up and down. Nice body shape, nice tits and ass, even in the prison uniform.

"Should I?" he said.

She looked up. Recognition dawned across his face.

"Interstate 75. Dayton Ohio," he said. "Soliciting at a truck stop."

Tricia nodded.

"You're the California slut who worked the roadside in the string bikini," he said. "Fuck, I remember you."

Tricia stepped up to him, hands out. He pushed them down by her sides and lowered his face to hers.

"And I remember this," he said.

 

[RennyStyle]

"I'm glad. Because when that parole board finds out you railroaded me like that, I'm going to be a free woman and you'll be wearing an outfit just like mine."

She waited for the arrogant cop to cuff her and take her to the board. She couldn't wait to get out of that cell, and out of that uniform. But fate was going to make her wish come true in a way she hadn't expected.

 

[ericrodman101]

"The parole board know exactly what a fucking slut you are, honey," Jack said. He cuffed her, then stepped up behind her, twisting her arms tightly as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"And I know what your hot mouth feels like impaled on my cock. Just like every guy at that truck stop."

Jack blew on her hair, letting her feel his breath and then the faintest touch of his mouth against her ear.

"So you come along nice and quiet, answer the board's questions, and maybe, just maybe you'll be back on the streets today and I can find somewhere nice and quiet to fuck you over the hood of the police car."

He pushed her roughly through the door and into the passageway.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia marched through the passage, being pushed by Jack through the cell block and to a locked gate. They were buzzed through, and Tricia was taken through a series of corridors until they reached the meeting room.

Jack opened the door and pushed Tricia in. She was led towards a board of four men and one woman, each in suits with a pile of papers in front of them.

Jack took Tricia to a chair in front of their table and forced her to sit on it. Then, he produced a length of chain connected to the floor and chained Tricia's wrists.

A gavel banged, and the man in the center of the table spoke.

"Now begins the parole hearing of inmate Tricia Wells."

 

[ericrodman101]

Having secured Tricia to the chair Jack made to leave as the chairman of the parole board began the proceedings. He'd delivered prisoners to parole board hearings many times, although not many prisoners he'd fucked on the job.

"Officer," said the chairman as Jack turned to the door. "We would like you to stay for this prisoner's hearing. We understand you were the arresting officer. Is that right?"

Jack turned back and nodded, then stepped up and stood slightly behind the prisoner, hoping she could sense him close even if she couldn't see him.

"Prisoner 69, Tricia Wells, 12 months incarceration for soliciting, prostitution and resisting arrest. This county is firm but fair. The judge set an 8 month parole period so here we are. If I had my way 12 months would mean 12 months, but that's the way with liberal judges these days."

The chairman looked along the table at his fellow board members, but none of them met his gaze. Jack knew him well. Frank Bowman, ran a family truck stop and repair shop by the interstate. Not the one where Tricia had been working, the competition. If there was one thing Frank hated it was competition. Especially if they had whores working on site, enticing his business away. And Jack knew Frank didn't have a problem with whores, just a problem when he wasn't taking his cut.

Frank turned his face back to the room and nodded at Jack. Jack returned the nod, wondering if Tricia had noticed the sign of recognition.

"I will now read the behaviour report."

 

[RennyStyle]

The chairman opened a manila folder and began reading.

"Ms Wells, since arriving here, your behavior has been troubling at best. You have a pattern of refusing orders given by COs. You have repeatedly expressed reservations about sharing facilities or showering with your fellow inmates. Your supervisors on the work detail have documented shoddy workmanship and a lazy approach."

He shook his head and turned the page.

"You have received multiple reprimands, and have been sent to solitary confinement on three different occasions."

He closed the folder and pushed it aside.

"It seems that your time in prison so far has failed to improve your character. Does anyone have anything they'd like to add in comments?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Jack knew the next guy on the parole board too. Dave Warner, late 30s, some weird story about his Hollywood modelling career going west a few years back when he couldn't keep his hands off the college interns. The Warners ran some land development business so when Dave got into trouble he was sent back to darkest Ohio to bury himself in work. Jack only met him personally once, investigating a complaint about under age porn. Dave was accused of having the wrong images on his laptop, but the police hadn't found anything except pics of young Dave in lurid porn pics with older guys. And never just one guy. Every pic of Dave on the laptop showed him being gangfucked. Never less than four cocks in shot. When people said Dave's Hollywood modelling career was fucked, they weren't joking.

And here he was exercising power of life and death over inmates fronting the parole board.

"I'd like to know if Ms Wells did any community service work while she our guest," Dave said.

While Frank rustled through the paperwork, Jack watched Dave sizing the prisoner up, undressing her with his eyes. Jack wondered if Dave wasn't jacking off under the table even if from what he knew, Tricia was not only the wrong gender, but way too old for Dave.

"Says here," Frank said, "Miss Wells did some work at the county mental hospital. Miss Wells, can you elaborate?"

 

[RennyStyle]

'Yes sir, I did." Tricia answered. "I was put on a work detail with 11 other inmates to work at the local mental hospital. We mopped the floors, cleaned rooms and did laundry, scrubs and blankets. After three days, I was switched to yard duty, doing landscape work."

 

[ericrodman101]

On hearing Tricia's answer, the woman on the parole board smiled and sniggered. The Chair, Frank Bowman, who had asked the question, turned.

"Dr Geldorf, do you have a comment to make?"

When he heard her name, he connected the face. Dr Heidi Geldorf. Quite a notorious local resident. Her role on the board was to make psychological assessments, but Jack had heard her silky voice many times giving sex therapy advice in a late night FM radio slot. He had jacked off many times in the squad car listening to this voice. And here she was in person.

"Ms Wells," she began, then opened a file on the table in front of her, extracting a wad of photographs. "The one thing you did not do at the mental hospital was manual labour. Well, not of the mop and broom variety." She handed the photos around the table. They were examined in silence by the other board members, but Jack saw their jaws drop, except for Dave who kept one hand under the table and gave up trying to hide what he was doing with it.

"Perhaps you'd like to examine these photographs, Ms Wells," Dr Geldorf said, gathering them up and holding them out for Jack to take to the prisoner. Jack couldn't help notice Dr Geldorf's wink as he approached. Or the fact that up close at this angle, her blouse was unbuttoned, and he could look down her cleavage to her pink lacy bra and her ample tits.

And when he took the photographs from the doctor he couldn't fail to notice that the top one depicted Tricia Wells on her knees on a table being fucked by three men. Their faces were out of shot, but they all strong and muscled, and well endowed in the cock department. The site stopped him in his tracks.

"Take a good look, officer," Dr Geldorf said.

Jack did as she suggested. He shuffled through the photographs. They were all glossies and gave the impression of having been posed and professionally taken. All depicted graphic gangfucking, three guys penetrating Tricia in a variety of poses and in every hole. In the couple where she wasn't sucking cock, she was smiling coyly for the camera, her dark eyes and heavy lashes appearing made up for the shoot. This was no candid photography of a casual fuckfest. Tricia Wells was clearly a professional pornstar.

His cock stirred uncomfortably in his tight police issue pants as he handed them to the prisoner.

"Can you explain what's happening here?" Dr Geldorf asked.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia glanced through the pictures and handed them back in disgust.

"They're not real." She answered. "Look at them, there's no date on them. Look at the men, do they look like mental patients? Or doctors?"

Dr. Geldorf scoffed as she collected the pictures.

"But you don't deny that this is you? These pictures are clearly showing you, Tricia Wells, engaging in sexual acts with multiple partners. Ms. Wells, are you a prostitute? Or a porn star of some kind?"

"What does that have to do with my parole?" Tricia responded.

 

[ericrodman101]

To Dr Geldorf's left sat Steve Richardson, the prison Governor. Jack knew him well, not personally, but his reputation as a liberal. No one quite knew how Richardson got the job in this hang-em-high county, but for now Richardson was running an open prison and the other institutions like the mental hospital. Jack realised that Richardson had a set of the photos too. He flicked through them, finally alighting on one photo which he studied hard.

"Chad," he said turning to the last person at the table, a young guy, early 20s maybe, smartly dressed in a preppy suit, gold earring, and swept up hair. Chad was taking the minutes and looked up from his papers.

"Chad, stand up, untuck your shirt and lift it up for me."

"Pardon?" Chad looked dumbstruck. The other members of the board looked on wide-eyed.

"Lift up your shirt," Richardson said. "It's an order."

Chad stood reluctantly, pulled his expensive looking shirt out from under his shiny belt and lifted it up to expose his muscled torso. Jack heard Dr Geldorf sigh. Dave Warner was leaning back in his chair and jacking off without making any attempt to hide what he was doing. As Jack watched, Dave unzipped his trousers and flicked his cock out.

"What exactly are we looking for here?" Frank asked.

"Bear with me," Richardson said. "Chad, take down your trousers."

This time Chad did as he was told. He undid his belt, then unzipped and slipped his trousers to the floor.

"And your underwear."

Dr Geldorf laughed. Dave was vocalising, grunting as he stroked his now rigid cock.

Chad slipped his Calvin Kleins down. Dr Geldorf gasped, grabbed the photo from the Governor, stood up and walked round to where Chad was standing. She held the photo down against his hip, inches from where his neatly cut cock swung between his toned thighs.

"Bingo," she said. Jack could see clearly that the five pointed star tattooed on the top of Chad's right thigh matched the tattoo in the photo, the one where Tricia smiled around a fat cock which speared her lips alongside a star tattooed on the thigh of the guy fucking her mouth.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia tried to look ashamed. Really, she was just trying to avoid seeing Chad's cock. Dave Warner's was stiffening, but unimpressive. Chad, meanwhile, was young and healthy and Tricia had enjoyed her time with him.

"This young man and I may have had relations at some point during my work detail, during one of our breaks." Tricia relented. "But I fail to see how that's relevant to my case or my application for parole."

"Ms. Wells, did this man offer you anything in exchange for your sexual services? Did you receive compensation for engaging in sex with any of these men?"

Tricia didn't answer. What would be worse, she wondered, for them to think of her as a slut or a prostitute? In prison, you needed to do things you wouldn't ordinarily do in order to survive. You had to have a hustle, something to offer.

"Do you have any evidence that I received compensation for anything happening in those pictures?" Tricia responded.

 

[ericrodman101]

Jack couldn't believe what was unfolding. Chad, the minute taker, stood at the end of the table with his pants down and his cock out. Dave had his cock out too, and was jerking it vigorously, vocalising as he stroked. Dr Geldorf was bending down in front of Chad comparing his organ to the one in the photograph. Frank Bowman, having lost control of the meeting, appeared to be sizing up the prisoner. And Tricia was responding to the parole board's questions with her own questions, as if she was sitting in the dock rather than shackled to a chair in a room full of lunatics.

But it was Steve Richardson who sent the room spinning off in a new direction.

"Chad. How could you?"

Jack could see Steve was weeping.

"You told me you were gay. You were fucking her and who knows who else when you told me I was the one."

Even Dr Geldorf looked up from Chad's cock at this revelation. And Dave, fat cock still in hand, moved into the chair vacated by the doctor next to Steve, and used his free hand to give Steve what appeared to be a comforting hug, although when he nuzzled Steve's neck with his face, Jack waited for the prison governor to push him away.

"So the guy in the pic has a star tattooed on his upper thigh," Chad said. "How many fuckers in Ohio have a tattoo like that?"

Chad's question was met with a stunned silence, broken only by Steve's sobbing and Dave's animalistic grunting. Until Frank spoke.

"Maybe star tattoos are common," he said. "Who knows? It's the prisoner who's seen your dick up close, Chad. Let's bring her up to the table for a closer look. Officer, untie the prisoner and bring her here. Miss Wells, I want you to tell the board if you've seen this cock before."

 

[RennyStyle]

The cuffs stayed on Tricia's wrists as she was brought to Chad's feet and forced to kneel in front of him. His thick, blunt cock stuck out an inch from her face and she turned away. The guard forced her eyes open and to face it.

"Tell us, inmate Wells," Frank pressed her, "does this cock look familiar to you?"

Tricia shook her head. "A cock is a cock, sir."

 

[ericrodman101]

"A cock is a cock is a cock...."

"Pardon, Dr Geldorf?" Frank said.

"Things are what they are," Dr Geldorf said. "Gertrude Stein."

Frank look perplexed. The prisoner sighed. Chad shuffled from one foot to the other, his cock waving proudly inches from Tricia's face.

"I was being philosophical," Dr Geldorf said. "Perhaps if the prisoner can't identify the cock by sight, she can identify it by taste, by mouth feel, by the shape of the knob when surveyed by her tongue, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah," Dave said, stepping in close, stroking his cock vigorously next to Chad's. "How about someone identify my cock from its mouth feel. Anyone. I'm not fussy."

"Good idea," Frank said. "Officer, hold the prisoner up close but keep her hands in check. Prisoner Wells, take Chad's cock in your mouth as the doctor says and tell us if you've sucked it before."