Jack Wylie Sat back on the hard bunk, his thin mattress doing little to add comfort to his tortured mind or body. Thinking was what there was most time for in this godforsaken place; eating; sleeping and thinking.
Jack was a small man in stature and in mind. Talked into the robbery a year ago by his so-called friends, they had all been caught and sentenced to harsh terms of imprisonment. Jack could hardly have been more surprised when the judge handed him a sentence of five years. But that was months ago now and, if it were really possible, Jack had settled into his new routine.
Jack's wife, Stella visited often and that used to be a great source of comfort to him; although the rules about physical contact precluded them touching, the merest hint of a swaying breast beneath a blouse or the rustle of a nylon stocking against a skirt was enough to make Jack's day. Of course the pleasure was short-lived and as soon as Stella had gone, Jack was left with a huge empty feeling in his heart and a hard-on that just wouldn't quit.
But that was then. Since Jack's meeting with Freddie Weldon and associates in the shower block one evening, He had soon regretted Stella ever coming to the prison to visit.
"It'll be better for you, Jack," Weldon had said in that false-friendly tone, "better for you, better for us and, you never know, maybe better for Stella!"
At first, Jack was appalled by the suggestion. He had heard whispers from the other quieter cons about wives being brought into the prison for the amusement of Freddie and his gang, but had never really believed them, but now, sitting alone on his bunk, he had to admit that the situation was very, very real. Within the cell-block walls the sense of violence was never far away but, until now, until that first visit from Stella, Jack had always managed to steer clear of danger. Now they wanted her and they wanted him to provide her for them - like a pimp, Jack thought with a shudder of disgust.
The meeting with Stella on her next visit had gone better than Jack had anticipated. He had found it very difficult to bring the subject up at first; it was just not the sort of thing you asked your wife outright. Stella soon realised that something was wrong; bothering him. She badgered him, she cajoled him and, eventually, he just blurted it out.
"They want you to come into the prison one night and let them fuck you!"
Jack's eyes had turned downwards, disgusted with himself for the words that passed his lips.
"And if I refuse?" she had asked
"I don't even want to think about that. There are men in here that will do just about anything to a guy for very little reason."
He supposed that he had known, deep in his heart, that Stella would never have refused, but even he was a little surprised at the speed of her acceptance.
That evening Jack had sought an audience with Weldon and his crew. He detested the way that Freddie's thin lips curled in to a sneering grin when Jack told him the result of Stella's visit, and he loathed the way his eyes flashed in anticipation. Freddie explained that one of the night duty guards would guide Stella inside but that he would obviously be expecting "payment" for this service. Jack had realised immediately what was being implied. He didn't suppose that a guard would be any worse than one of the cons.
Stella Wylie had prepared herself carefully for tonight. She didn't suppose that the men she was about to let ravage her really cared that much about how she looked, but she had always prided herself on her appearance and wasn't about to let herself go now. Makeup had been applied with the usual precision and her decision to wear a light, summer dress was more out of ease of access than practicality.
As she waited patiently at the pre-arranged rendezvous point, she thought about her husband, Jack. She had felt very guilty about the way his recent life had been unfolding; it was she, in an almost ceaseless quest for more of everything, that had been responsible for him joining the gang of robbers that night and she had shed tears when he was led away to jail. But she knew herself to be a selfish person and also highly sexed. The question of how she would remain faithful and also satisfied was never far from her mind. And then this situation had presented itself. Jack himself had been the one to ask her and so, in her mind, she would not be cheating on him.
Stella felt a shiver of anticipation run through her body as she saw the uniformed guard appear from the shadows. His keys clanked and the iron gate creaked noisily, echoing in the still night air as she was ushered inside the compound. How many other reluctantly willing wives had walked this path? she wondered as she followed the shadowy figure into the building.
Jack Wylie started as he heard the big, iron door that led to the compound slam shut. Shaking his head free of his thoughts he jumped up and clung to the cell bars trying to look as far down the corridor as he could. He could hear footsteps - two sets, he thought - on the scrubbed floor. He knew that Stella was coming.
"Come on, you'll see him in a few minutes." growled the guard as he pulled Stella past Jack's cell and further along the corridor.
Jack's hand searched for his wife's touch as he leaned through the bars, but it was too late, her footsteps and perfumed scent were already past him and on the way to the kitchens.
Suddenly, Jack heard a noise and, for a brief moment, was unsure of what was happening. The door to his cell had electronically opened and, along with a few other prisoners, he found himself outside and looking directly into the sneering face of Freddie Weldon.
"Time for some fun, Jacko!" he cried "Come on!"
Before Jack could resist, he found himself being dragged quickly down the corridor and towards the kitchens. The door opened before him and slammed shut after he entered. Three other cons that he recognised as Weldon's crew held Stella down on the large aluminum table that occupied the centre of the kitchen.
"Sit the fuck down there and don't make a sound!" hissed Weldon as he shoved Jack towards a chair against one wall. "Fuck around with us and you'll have Big Harry here to deal with!"
Jack looked over at the large black man known as "Big Harry". It wasn't a name given in haste. The man stood at least 6ft 7in and looked like a mountain of solid muscle. Jack sat down, he knew he couldn't stop what was about to happen, and he wasn't about to tangle with Harry.
"Let's see what her tits are like!" Cried Freddie as he sauntered towards the table.
Stella Wylie could hardly breathe. As soon as she'd been frog-marched into the kitchen, everything seemed to happen so fast. The three men were waiting for her and had each, quickly grabbed a wrist or an ankle. In her surprise, one of Stella's shoes had come off and her skirt had ridden up a little to expose her creamy, white thighs.
She watched as the skinny, rat-faced, fourth man that she now knew as Freddie walked towards her. His lecherous grin and the obvious bulge in his pants belied his excitement and, not for the first time in her life, Stella was thankful that she had been blessed with a good sized pair of breasts.
His fingers felt thin and bony as they quickly undid the front of her light dress and scooped her breasts up into his grubby hands. Stella surprised herself as she let out an involuntary gasp as she felt her already hard nipples pinched in unison. She arched her back as she responded to the uninvited touch feeling the moisture begin to form between her legs.
But Weldon was in a hurry. Stella heard the sound of his zipper being lowered well before she would usually have been ready. She smiled to herself secretly as she remembered that she wasn't really supposed to be enjoying the assault.
In a second, Weldon was between her legs and had pulled her panties down. He entered her swiftly with no thought to her own feelings and began to rut like an animal. His cock felt pathetically small and thin to Stella as he thrust himself into her vagina with short jerking movements only to pull out less than thirty seconds later and ejaculate his slimy issue over her belly.
"Mmmmmm...jeez, that was fucking good!" Freddie moaned as he used his hand to squeeze the last drops of cum from the end of his already wilting tool. "Who's going to do her next?"
Jack looked on from his seated position as Jimmy Cameron, a much younger and fitter looking man switched places with Weldon. Jack was a little less concerned now for the safety of his wife: Stella seemed to be able to almost control the situation and, in the right circumstances, would probably start to actually enjoy herself.
