Jessica's Change Management Ch. 15

Perez only needed to take two steps towards me to get me moving. But wait! Remember the bimbo rules? I had to ask for permission before being allowed to pee, right? Dang! This was totally inconvenient!

Yet, I couldn't ignore it. Bypassing the rule made me feel so bad, 'cause I wanted to be a good bimbo. Right now, though, I had other problems. Perez had taken another step towards me, huffing and puffing dangerously. He was way too intimidating to disobey him another time.

I hadn't peed since that meeting in the morning. So taking a leak wasn't a problem. Taking it over my purse, however, was something totally different. And here I had thought that the smell of my pussy juice on my purse would be a bad thingie. This was a totally different level. It would ruin my nice, new glitter purse forever. It would also be ultra demeaning and ultra yukky! Gross out!

I couldn't help but sop while I cocked my leg. Gosh! I felt so bad taking a pee like a pet. So insignificant! So worthless! I was super nervous, which wasn't good, 'cause I was totally blocked. I couldn't pee!

Several minutes, I remained in this ridiculous position, kneeling over my purse with a leg lifted. With every passing second, I sopped harder and trembled more fiercely. Gawd! I pressed, I pushed. Nothing happened. Perez took a step towards me. I pressed, I pushed. I panicked.

PSSSHHH

Literally like a fountain, the piss sprayed out. It had been blocked for so long that it gushed out with force. No way, I could control the piss jet like that. So it fully hit my glitter purse. I was close to crying when I saw my yellow pee splashing all over my new fashion item. It was getting piss-logged for sure. Total gross out!

I was peeing so much, however, that a big puddle formed around my purse. My expensive purse was lying in a pool of piss. Barf! When I was done peeing, I suddenly felt a yank at my head. Oh boy! Perez had used the time to step up to me. He pressed me downwards. Oh no! No, no, no!

"That's how pet's learn." The gang boss exclaimed.

"Uuuhhh!" I squealed while he pushed my face into the puddle.

Holy moly! He was treating me like he was potty training a doggy! So belittling! So degrading!

"The pet needs to pout!" The old dude ordered.

Pushing out my bee stung lips, I did my best duckface while Perez continued swirling my face through the piss pool. In circles, he wiped my dinghy lips through the stinky brew. Holy fudge! He used my trout pout like a cleaning rag to mop up my muck. He was literally cleaning the dirty floor with my face.

"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!" I was whining super loud, so much I bet Pornstache Dude could hear it outside.

All that wailing only made matters worse 'cause my mouth was slightly open. Some of the piss sipped inside making me splutter so badly! What a terrible taste! What a rank flavor! No way, I could tone my whining down now 'cause it was all so yukky to the max. My cheeks felt super sticky and my lips felt kinda flurry from the filth off the dirty floor. Barf!

"Now, the pet needs to lick that purse clean!" Perez eventually stopped using me as a cleaning rag even though my face hadn't soaked up all the pee yet.

Was this better or worse? I couldn't tell. It didn't matter anyways. I would do it anyhow. So I stuck out my tongue and got to work.

My poor tongue! The taste in my mouth had been bad, but now it was getting way worse. The bitter brew pricked my tongue and the rancid flavor stuck to my taste buds. So rank! So skunky!

Perez didn't stay passive in the meantime. With my face pressed onto my purse, my ass was high in the air. It must have looked super inviting 'cause he abruptly drove his erect cock up my butt. It came like a total surprise and caught me unprepared. However, his dick was so slick from my slobber and I was so distracted by the terrible taste that the sudden sting in my asshole barely registered.

Actually, his hard shaft ripped my poor, tight bumhole open super roughly. So much so that my ass was on fire soon. That was when I started licking the piss off my purse with new-found fervor 'cause distraction.

Perez pumped my ass with massive strokes, so hard that my body skidded forward with each thrust. I basically had to nothing more than hold out my tongue and it was getting rubbed over my piss-logged purse by the anal strokes.

"Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" I started commenting on the ass fucking with loud grunts when I had finished my cleaning job.

I couldn't tell where that old dude was getting all that power from but he battered my ass meat as if he was trying to soften it up. With that tempo, it didn't take him long to get to the edge, though.

When his cock was starting to twitch, he pulled it from my asshole with a noisy plop and rushed to my face. Getting back on all fours, I held out my face, ready to take his cumshot. I even stuck my tongue out like a panting doggy. He didn't use my face as target, though. Instead, he spurted his jizz charge all over my purse while I looked on totally dumbfounded.

Oh darn! I had just finished cleaning my expensive fashion item. Now, it was soiled again. As soon as Perez had dropped his final splash of cum, I started lapping it up, of course. At least, the thick, gooey sperm tasted better than my piss, sorta.

You wanna know what was the most humiliating thingie of it all? The action had been totally degrading already. But with the two mirrors, I had been forced to watch each and every detail. Sob!

While I was busy cleaning my expensive fashion item, Perez walked to the door and knocked on it. I didn't realize it at first but then a loud noise made me jump. I heard voices, male voices!

Shocker!

Looking around, I saw four correctional officers who had entered the construction trailer. Pornstache Dude and the young black guard who had been patrolling the yard were part of the group, of course.

"All these privileges cost something." Perez explained matter-of-factly. "And the pet's the payment."

"All the same, the pet should see the positive side about it. I let it work as LGZ hoe again." He mocked me but also praised me.

I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. I had just earned a promotion from pet to hooker. How great!

I knelt there with some of Perez' jizz still stuck on my tongue. Without moving, I watched the four guards forming a circle around me. They were all wearing the same gray uniform. Apart from that, they couldn't have been more different.

Alongside Pornstache Dude, there was a black, older 'Donut Dude' with his fat gut, an Asian 'Gym Dude' with a small stature but extra thick, muscular arms, and the black 'Sparky Dude' who was so young he must have been a recent high school graduate.

"Perfect timing for the shift change. That bitch been teasing me all along. So good!" Gym Dude, the officer who had patrolled the second yard, gave Pornstache Dude a high-five.

Their laughter rang in my ears while they inched closer. I literally felt like a caged animal with nowhere to go, 'cause I was completely surrounded by the correctional officers. Mostly, though, I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

The guards didn't appear any friendlier than the inmates. Actually, they seemed more rude and brutish than Perez. They were here to cash in on their deal with LGZ. They were eager to collect their reward for the gang lord's privileges.

No way, they would show any kinda empathy or compassion for me. Except for Sparky Dude, they seemed hardened from years of dealing with inmates and thugs. For them, I was just a hooker in bed with one of those criminals. I couldn't expect mercy here.

Surprisingly, it was Sparky Dude who made the first move when he reached out and started fondling my boobies. No shyness, no reluctance there. He was probing and prodding my funbags like a cut of meat in a supermarket while the other guards were still occupied discussing the pros and cons of previous conjugal partners.

"Fuck! Look at this wifey version. That's some serious hucow this time 'round! Say double whoppers!" Gym Dude hollered.

"Nah! The last Mrs. Perez was way younger. Love me some young, tight ass." Donut Dude objected.

"That Latina bitch was only tight yesterday. No more, after we were done with her. Know what I'm saying?" Pornstache Dude snorted evilly. "Remember that tatted-up, fake-tit slut? Damn! That bitch had fire!"

"Say what you want." The Asian musclehead stuck to his opinion. "This version's a hot piece of ass. That's all that matters."

Oh wow! The officers were discussing the different conjugal partners that had visited Perez. Obviously, this was a regular thingie with different LGZ hoe coming and going to serve the 'Rey del LGZ' and his crooked guards.

I was just another whore off-the-shelf. A fake, gussied-up bimbo churned out from the LGZ assembly line. So interchangeable! So disposable! Sob!

Unfazed by his colleagues' debate, Sparky Dude continued kneading and fondling my juicy juggies. He was kinda cheeky, but not the one to set the pace. That role fell to Gym Dude. At least, he liked my style. That was a good thingie for starters.

Not really, in fact. The guards were obviously used to LGZ hoes. Especially, the Asian musclehead knew how to treat a sub slut and push her buttons. And that was exactly what he did. He grabbed my braided ponytail and pulled my head back. No wonder, he was using my hair as a lead 'cause my previous makeshift leash was still lying in a puddle of piss behind me.

"Open up 'n say ah, chippy!" He said, his voice allowing no objection.

Once again, it was Sparky Dude who was overly eager and used his chance to jump to the front of the line. Super quick, he had his cock out. It was already straining and looking ready to explode.

The circle of guys turned into a straight line when Gym Dude pulled me over to the youngster using the hair grip. As I was dutifully holding my mouth open, he easily imposed my face on the black tool. I had so no control over the situation. My head was pushed and pulled around at the musclehead's will and my skull got stuffed at the guards' convenience.

Of course, he didn't go easy on me, shoving my head back and forth on Sparky Dude's dick. Gym Dude was so rough that I literally felt like I was getting impaled by a lance. My arms shot up to the young guy's thighs and I tried pushing him off with all I got. The officers didn't like that kinda resistance, though.

CLICK! CLICK!

Cursing me out, Pornstache Dude grabbed my arms and rudely pulled them onto my back. Taking his handcuffs off his heavy duty belt, he manacled my arms behind my back. It happened so fast! In a whiff, my arms were chained and rendered useless.

Now, I was completely defenseless and vulnerable. With my head in the hair grip and my arms in handcuffs, I was completely and utterly at their mercy. So scary! So alarming! Yet, the feeling of helplessness reignited the fire in my loins.

With my hands out of the way, my skull got skewered. Gym Dude pressed on until Sparky Dude's dickhead slipped past my uvula and abruptly invaded my throat. Good thingie, I had been trained as a cock sleeve and cock chugger just moments ago, right?

The youngster's member wasn't the biggest black cock I had seen in my day but it was above average in length and girth. So it coaxed a fresh cacophony of gags from my throat. Gawd! This was becoming the sound of my life, wasn't it?

Sparky Dude was really hyperactive 'cause he couldn't simply stand still and enjoy the warmth of my throat around his cock. Instead, his hands freely roamed everywhere. He kneaded my titty meat and slapped my funbags from left to right, he bent over me and slapped my ass cheeks. His hands were on my body all the time.

Soon, though, the buff guard pulled my head off the black cock and led me over to the next officer in line. It wasn't so easy to follow his lead with my hands cuffed behind my back 'cause I had to hustle on my knees.

Gym Dude didn't give a fudge, though, yanking on my braided ponytail as relentlessly as painfully. Reaching Donut Dude, I didn't get a break. As if! My mouth got jammed full of cock at once. At least, the older guard was laid-back and relaxed, sorta. That was a nice change of pace after the hyperactive youngster.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Uuurrrggghhh..."

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Uuurrrggghhh..."

My cacophony of gags took on a certain rhythm while the buff officer got into a groove. He pumped my head up and down the old guards dick several times, eliciting a rapid staccato of choking sounds before burying the hard shaft deep down my throat to coax out a guttural retching.

On to the next guy, my ponytail got dragged and I hastily followed. My jaw was really aching from all the blowing and sucking but who was paying attention to such little details, right?

"Ugh! Uuurrrggghhh... Ugh! Ugh! Uuurrrggghhh... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Uuurrrggghhh!"

With the next guy in line, Gym Dude picked up a new rhythm. Was he getting bored or what? Was using me as a plaything not entertaining enough or what? I couldn't tell. It was demeaning as fudge anyway.

Whatever! The new rhythm caught me off guard at first and increased the sound of my cacophonic gagging. Was that even possible? As if! It sounded more like hurling and heaving by now.

A new guy, a new personality, I guess. Pornstache Dude was neither laid-back nor hyperactive as I had already found out during the security check. Instead, he was in total control, which was no goodie 'cause he turned out quite the sadist. Quelle surprise!

Grabbing the base of his member, he moved it around while the Asian musclehead continued pumping my head back and forth. This way, he stabbed my cheeks from the inside puffing them up. Whenever his cockhead bulged out a cheek, he smacked the other cheek as if it was my fault that his prick had hit a roadblock. Whenever his dong went down my throat, he pinched both my nipples and pulled them close as if trying to move my body and drive his cock further past my tonsils.

"Augh! Aaauuurrrggghhh!... Augh! Augh! Aaauuurrrggghhh... Augh! Augh! Augh! Aaauuurrrggghhh!" Squalling and hurling mixed.

Boy was I glad when the musclehead pulled me off the white sadist. The other dudes had inched forward and formed a semicircle around me in the meantime. Back to the first guard in line I went and my my mouth got instantly rammed onto his dick.

Gym Dude picked up the pace a coupla more notches like he was trying to win a race or stuff. That made the forced face-fucking super fast and super hard. He basically drilled my mouth down on the hard prick, making me splutter and gasp.

In! In! Next!

For a coupla thrusts, he literally bore out my head like gouging a hole. Then he abruptly dragged my face over to the next guy. He was so quick about it that I barely had a chance to catch a breath.

In! In! Next!

In! In! Next!

On and on, my head was yanked from one cock to the other. They were literally passing my mouth around like tossing a ball. I totally lost control. I was just a gasping, spluttering sack of meat getting dragged around.

In! In! Next!

In! In! Next!

I totally lost track. Gym Dude wasn't following any order while tossing me around like a cock chugging puppet. I couldn't even tell whose dick I was sucking. So nasty! So trashy! I really was just a warm wet hole.

By now, there was a puddle of drool on the ground that was as big as the pool of piss. I was getting breathless and dizzy from all the sudden movements. I had so lost track of time and place and stuff!

Phew! I was so glad when the musclehead stopped. There was only one more guy left who hadn't used me as a cock socket. It was Gym Dude himself. With a yank, he dragged me backwards. Oh great, now I was kneeling in the middle of the circle full-on.

The buff guard continued pulling on my braided ponytail. With my arms cuffed, I got dangerously close to falling on my back. Yet, he pulled and pulled.

"Uuuiiiihhh!" I squealed when it finally happened and I lost my balance.

Just when I fell backwards, however, my shoulders bumped against the Asian's legs, holding me in place. With my head tilted back, Gym Dude had no problem driving his prick through my dinghy lips almost vertically. Now, I was really getting staked. What an awkward position!

Such an inconvenient position that his cock slid even deeper into my throat. I literally felt like he was tickling the top of my spine.

Even worse, with every thrust, his balls hit my nose and closed it shut. Once again, I got turned into a cock chugger with my nose pinched. This time, though, in a way more nasty, way more degrading position.

"Uuurrrggghhh... Uuurrrggghhh..." I only hurled guttural heaves from the deep jackhammering.

Kneeling in the middle of the pack benefitted the other officers. I couldn't see it, 'cause I was looking straight up to Gym Dude's ass, but I could feel it.

Two pairs of hands got to work on my body. As my legs were splayed open, I felt two fingers getting pushed up my cunny while another hand smacked my tear-shaped fleshorbs from below making them bob up. The one fingerfucking my coochie was probably Sparky Dude whereas the slaps were courtesy of Pornstache Dude. Donut Dude probably preferred to watch the debauched action from afar. You betcha!

Possibly maybe. Whatever! I was still coming to grips with a hairy, sweaty nutsack getting slapped in my face and the spit getting drilled from my face like I was an oil well or stuff. Just then, Gym Dude stepped away, totally out of the blue.

"Uuuiiihhh!" Screeching noisily, I really lost my balance and fell.

I toppled right on my back. Panting heavily, I lay there without moving. No goodie! So no goodie! Pornstache Dude exploited the situation at once. He stepped over my face and squatted down.

He didn't bury his cock down my gasping mouth, though! Instead, he planted his ass right on my face. He pressed his ass crack right on my bee stung lips. Moving up and down, he wiped his buns all over my lips.

Gosh! He literally used my pout trout like a credit card swiping it through a slot, which in this case was his dirty ass crack. Ewww! Gross out!

Gawd! My head was buried under this sadistic guy while he used my mouth in the vilest way ever. Ewww! Total gross out!

Back and forth! Back and forth, he moved his ass. Up and down! Up and down, he brushed his butt crack over my lips. I felt them getting sticky with sweat and whatsoever. I tried so hard not to lick my lips or stuff to avoid the terrible taste but the smell alone was enough to make me retch dryly.

As soon as his ass was gone, it got replaced by the next pair of butt cheeks. Of course! It was Sparky Dude who was super enthusiastic about this lewd conduct, so much that he basically humped my face. He was syked up like a maniac, slapping his ass crack on my lips like trying to pound my head into the ground.

Next in line was Donut Dude. When he placed his rear on my face, though, that wasn't any better. No way! It was lotsa worse 'cause he was so fat with chubby butt cheeks that totally covered my face.

I couldn't breathe under this massive mount of flesh. Desperately trying to catch tiny bits of air, I only smelled more of the rank stench. Ewww! Barf! I thought he would never get back up. Probably, he could never get back up with all that weight. OMG! I was about to suffocate under a mountain of fat. Sniff!

Phew! I was über-relieved when I eventually heard two high-fives and two guys pulling Donut Dude off my face. I really had to work quick to get enough air into my lungs before the final ass was hovering above me.

You read that right. It was Gym Dude and he didn't plant his rear on my face. Instead, he kept it just above me without touching my skin. It rested there and rested there and rested there. He didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, although I got a heavy dose of his stank up my nose.