As Sophie lay awake on her bed in the prison cell that had become her home for the last 6 days, she considered what lay in front of her. She thought about what she had done with her life, and although she had regrets, she never once regretted stabbing the man that had attacked her little sister. The court battle had been long and drawn out, but even after she had appealed, the outcome was still the same – she would face the death penalty in the morning.
She looked around at her bleak surroundings. As she stared at the lifeless grey cell and the drab furnishings, her reality altered in her mind and she imagined what she would miss. She’d miss her boyfriend and their passionate encounters, his tongue probing her mouth, biting her lips gently while his hand caressed her breasts softly. She imagined him sliding his hand down her body, over her stomach and gently moving his hand between her legs, fingering her warmth and massaging her clitoris. She lay back on her hard bed and smiled to herself at her imagination. As she continued the fantasy in her mind, she gently touched herself.
Five minutes later, just as Sophie was finally able to lose herself in her imagination and forget where she was and what she was facing, she was rudely interrupted by the sound of banging doors and keys clanging. She looked up towards the heavy iron door, wondering who was going to appear at it. The prison warden appeared with a lithe dark haired girl, struggling against the handcuffs he had secured around her wrists. She stared at him with pure hatred in her dark eyes. A minute later the door was unlocked and the raven-haired beauty was flung into the cell. She landed at Sophie’s feet. Sweeping her hair from her face and angrily getting to her feet, she once again swore at the prison officer before sitting down on the small metal chair in the corner of the cell. The door banged shut behind the warden and the two girls were left alone. As they eyed each other warily, the new girl took the initiative and introduced herself to Sophie.
In time the two girls spoke a few more words to each other as they both contemplated their fate. After Sophie had explained to Alison why she had brutally murdered the man who was now partly responsible for Sophie’s own death, Alison commiserated with her. Realising her problems were nothing in comparison to Sophie’s unfortunate situation, she also realised how important these last hours were to Sophie. Sophie told her of the loving boyfriend she was going to miss so much and how she regretted not having him there with her right now for him to enjoy every part of her body, to thrill and titillate her and take her mind from all her problems.
As the hours wore on the girls continued to talk, mainly Sophie talking and Alison listening. Many of their conversations seems to be more about fantasies but Alison was happy to encourage Sophie’s imagination. ‘What is your ultimate fantasy. Sophie? What is the one thing you wish you had done sexually? ‘ Alison asked her.
Smiling coyly up at Alison, Sophie considered the question. ‘Well,’ she said ‘I think I have two fantasies that fascinate me, so I guess the ultimate one would be a combination of the two. I have never had the guts to experiment with another woman and I think I might really like that. But I also think I’d like to be dominated – to just be totally over powered and have no control over what was being done to me!’
As Sophie kept talking, describing how she would enjoy being tied up so that she had to give into anything that was being done to her, she lay back on her bed. Her nipples hardened beneath her tight regulation t-shirt as she kept talking, imagining the orgasm that she could reach when touched by such dominant hands. Glancing up at Alison, she couldn’t help admiring the girl’s shapely breasts and her nipples protruding beneath a similar regulation shirt. Noticing Sophie’s approving look, Alison ran her hands up over her breasts and gently pulled her top up, slightly exposing her left breast. Alison continued caressing herself as her hand moved under her top, finding her nipple and rubbing it between her fingers. As Sophie watched, Alison slipped her hand down the front of her trousers, which fell to the floor and Alison quickly discarded.
Alison continued stimulating herself with her fingers, playing with the hair between her legs. Slowly she moved over to Sophie who was now sitting on the bed watching everything Alison did. As Sophie stared mesmerised by the now naked female body that was in front of her, Alison gyrated her hips in Sophie’s face, moving forward forcefully, pushing Sophie into lying down on the bed.
Grabbing the discarded clothing from the floor, she looked at Sophie. ‘Put your hands on your breasts. Caress your self. Play with your nipples. Feel how hard they are,’ she ordered.
Kneeling behind Sophie on the bed, Alison reached her hands round and cupped Sophie’s breasts too. Moving her hand under Sophie’s top, Sophie gasped as she felt the cold fingers on her warm breasts, her nipples being tweaked and pulled. Within minutes she felt Alison’s hand down her trousers, pushing her way underneath her panties and between her legs.
Teasing and playing with Sophie’s innermost body parts, Alison took great pleasure from hearing Sophie gasping and delighting in the wondrous touch of the other girl. Writhing against Alison, Sophie trembled. Within minutes Alison had Sophie lying flat out on the bed. Pulling Sophie’s hands up and over her head she secured them with the discarded clothing. By carefully manipulating the clothing she was able to tie Sophie’s hands to the pole at the end of the bed before moving to grab Sophie’s ankles at the other end of the bed. As Alison knelt in between Sophie’s things, she forced Sophie’s legs into a spread eagled position, leaving Sophie’s tight pussy fully exposed to whatever pleasures Alison might want to thrust on her. Sophie lay there obediently, gasping at her vulnerability and exposure, but that was nothing compared to the emotions that Alison was about to force her to experience.
Alison stood back, admiring both her handiwork and Sophie’s stunning naked body. Slowly she moved towards Sophie and began to run her fingers over Sophie’s body, gently taking in every curve and contour, until she rested on Sophie’s breast. Circling her left nipple, while Sophie lay there helpless, only able to watch as Alison played with her and turned her on, she leant down to lick Sophie’s nipple. Taking the hard peak in her mouth she bit and massaged it, gently enough to tease, hard enough to really excite Sophie. As Sophie felt the tingling between her legs, Alison moved her body against Sophie, her leg moving up hard against Sophie’s pussy.
She moved away again, continuously teasing Sophie until she began to kiss her way up the inside of Sophie’s thighs. As she moved closer to Sophie’s hot dampness, she moved her fingers inside Sophie, playing gently with her. Sophie was watching every move, feeling everything that was being done to her, yet unable to touch or reciprocate. Alison continued touching and teasing her nipples and then gently going back to delve into her wet pussy. Every time brought Sophie closer to climax, yet every time Alison suddenly pulled back and with her hands constrained, Sophie was helpless. She would reach an orgasm when Alison wanted her too, if Alison wanted her to and only then! The frustration was building until Sophie was almost screaming for Alison to play with her pussy again, when suddenly Sophie felt the hot tip of Alison’s tongue probing her moist pussy.
As Alison sucked and licked and played with every part that she could reach, Sophie reached her climax. Pushing her hips up against Alison’s mouth one final time, she felt a hot explosion of fluid running down her legs and realised what female ejaculation was. Eventually she lay back, exhausted, thoroughly spent and in a reality miles away from where she would soon be forced back to.
Lying there so peacefully, completely naked and so content, she wondered if anyone else facing death and had such a fantastic last request.