The sensation was overwhelming. The hard cold wooden shaft ran over her naked body and down her back.
"Please, please, please, give it to me. God I want it so bad." The young woman cried out as the shaft circled her ass.
Just as the tip of the rod was pressed into her hole, she sat up in bed with a start.
The scene vanished and she was back in her bedroom. The dream faded away as it always did.
It had been several weeks since Leanna Price spent a night in jail after being arrested for underage drinking and drug use. She had tried to move on; doing everything she could to block the memory of the humiliation she was subjected to that night. She tried to continue her life, as usual, focusing on school and preparing for college next year.
She never spoke to her mother about the details of the ordeal. She was angry enough at Leanna for getting arrested. It could have jeopardized her college scholarship, and was an embarrassment to her personally, as she was a highly regarded lawyer. Leanna didn't dare complicate the issue further.
But despite her attempts to suppress it, Leanna still could not escape the feelings that had been awakened inside her. She knew she should feel horrified and degraded about what happened, but what really shamed her was that she came to realize she liked it. She frequently had dreams like the one she had this morning. It had Reenactments of her begging for more. A deep desire to succumb to the actions inflicted upon her.
Still, though, she did her best to ignore it. Today was an especially important day as it was her last day at Creekview Private High School. She and her friends had turned 18 some time ago, but they felt like only now would they truly be adults.
Leanna got dressed in her uniform like she always did. She was as sexy as ever with dark hair, big brown eyes, and an athletic body. Her style had changed slightly since the incident, however. She now dressed a little more conservatively than she had in the past. She kept her cleavage covered by buttoning up her shirt and wore her skirt a little lower. She also no longer wore a tie as she had lost hers and never bothered to replace it with school being so nearly over. Looking at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but be a bit relieved that this would be the last time she would have to put on her private school uniform.
She arrived at school late that morning, still distracted from the dream she just had. It was one of the most vivid yet. She had hoped they would pass but instead they seemed to be getting more intense as time went by.
"Just forget it," she thought to herself. "I don't enjoy that sort of thing, certainly not from another woman; it was just such an intense and new experience that I'm having trouble letting it go."
She had been trying to convince herself of this for days, but it was getting harder and harder avoid the fact that she was lying to herself. Deep down, she knew that she not only enjoyed being taken in the ass and humiliated, she actually craved for more.
Leanna distractedly opened her locker to put her books away, when she was suddenly jolted back to reality. Inside her locker hung the tie she had been missing. More importantly, there was a small piece of paper pinned to it with a short message.
"As soon as you can't stand it anymore, come find me."
Leanna was dumbfounded. She quickly looked around but the hall was empty. She instantly knew who this was from.
"How could she have found me? How did she even know what school I went to?"
As she asked these questions to herself the answer came almost at once. It was the tie. It dawned on her that she must have lost it at the jail cell. It had the school's emblem and name on it. Her locker was flimsy and old. It would have been easy to break into it and leave a surprise while no one was around.
A flood of memories crashed over her. She suddenly felt the way she did back in the cell. The feelings of helpless vulnerability, the fear of what might happen next at the hands of the large women in prison, these all returned with a vengeance. The emotions swirled in her head until she felt dizzy. Almost on cue, a startling noise came from the distance. It sounded like a hard piece of wood clanging against the floor. It was the same type of wood that was introduced to the inside of her ass back in the cell. The memory instinctively caused her to snap her legs together.
After a moment her anxiety subsided and she realized that the noise was just that of the janitor accidently dropping his mop as he exited a room. Coming to her senses she stuffed the tie and note into her bag and hurried off.
By the end of the day, Leanna started feeling better. Celebrating with her friends and enjoying the end of school festivities drove the unwanted memories from her mind. Rejuvenated, she walked home that afternoon and rationalized the situation. The note wasn't really a threat after all.
"And besides," she reasoned. "Just because she knew where I went to school doesn't mean she knows where I live. It's not as if I plan on going back to that school anytime soon. I should just relax, stop freaking out and forget about the whole thing."
Try as she might, the next few days didn't offer any relief. As summer sat in and the nights became warmer, Leanna's dreams intensified. She couldn't shake the desire. The feeling of being held down, the sensation of cold wood against her hot pussy and ass, the fear mixed with arousal. It was all becoming overwhelming. She found she was pleasuring herself nearly every night. Something she rarely used to do.
One hot night she was woken from the most intense dream yet. She couldn't take it anymore. Without fully thinking, she sprang out of bed and dug through her school bag finding the crumpled note.
"Ok," she quietly murmured. "But it's just curiosity, that's all."
Looking at the paper for a moment, she pondered the situation.
"How would I even know how to find you? Get myself arrested again? I can't imagine you'd still be there. Besides, I couldn't let anyone know I was doing this. My god, I can't believe I'm even thinking about this."
"Let's see," she considered. "I can't exactly just roam dark allies randomly asking people if they know a large Latina woman."
Just then it hit her. She and her friends used to buy weed from a dealer named Tino. He would usually hang around downtown behind a disgusting old bar. He was about the only connection she had with the seedier elements of society. If she was going to ask anyone about someone she met in prison, it would have to be him.
Leanna convinced herself that she would talk to him, but just to get information. She couldn't see any harm in that.
The next night Leanna snuck out and went looking for Tino. Not wanting to attract any attention she dressed as inconspicuously as possible. She wore baggy jeans, a T-shirt and a sweatshirt with a hoodie covering her face as much as it could.
It was a bit of a walk to get downtown, but she didn't dare take her mom's car to such a shady part of town. It wasn't so bad during the day when she usually ventured there, but she had heard all kinds of stories about what it was like after the sun went down. Supposedly there were muggers, prostitutes and all manner of drug users and dealers. Based on the people she saw as she hurried through the streets those stories didn't seem far off.
"What am I doing here? This is so dangerous. "
Despite her own warnings, she continued on.
"I just need some quick information then I'll go home." She reassured herself.
Eventually arriving at her destination, Leanna, sure enough, found Tino in an alley off the main street. He was talking to a man with a baseball hat pulled down low to cover his face. They exchanged something and the man slowly walked off. He caught a passing glimpse of Leanna as she crouched down behind a dumpster.
"Tino!" She called out in a loud whisper once the man had gone.
Stepping into view she lowered her hoodie so he could recognize her.
"Hey there Leanna," Tino said in a loud casual voice with no attempt at discretion.
"Shhh," she harshly admonished him. "I need to talk to you about something."
"Yeah, sure. Haven't seen any of you girls lately. Looking for a late night snack?"
He showed no interest in moderating his pitch.
"No, keep your voice down. I'm looking for some information on someone. A Latina woman."
"Gotta be way more specific than that baby face."
"You'd remember her if you saw her. She's big. Close to six feet tall, has a lot of tattoos."
Leanna searched her brain trying to think of more descriptions. Suddenly the name popped into her head.
"Rosa."
Tino looked surprised.
"What about Rosa?" he asked in a slightly softer voice.
"I, uh, a friend said she met her once." she nervously lied.
"Really, a good girl like you has a friend who knows Rosa?" Tino asked skeptically.
Leanna just looked down sheepishly.
"I have cash."
The nervous woman pulled a wad of bills from her pocket
"Fine by me," Tino responded taking the money.
"If you really want to know, Rosa works nights around here. "
Leanna was taken aback.
"She's a hooker?"
"Popular one too from what I've seen. Doesn't even have a handler, just works for herself. In fact, she even has a few ladies working for her. A few guys too, I think. "
"So she's like a lady pimp but whore's herself out too?"
"Yeah, something like that I guess," Tino said as he counted the money. "Don't think she's around anymore, though. I hear the police picked her up a while back. She and a couple of her girls."
"Actually that's not true." A voice suddenly came from behind.
The man who Leanna had thought had just left stepped out from around the corner.
"She made a deal," he continued. "Did a little favor for one of the cops while she was locked up. Got released just the next day."
