Prison Break

      Officer Murphy walked along the tier past the row of cells looking in on the
sleeping inmates that occupied the holds.  Her inspection continued until she eventually
crossed in front of one that held an inmate who was very much awake inside.  She stopped
walking and closed in on the bars to get a better look inside.  She looked past the
menacing rod jutting up from the waistline of the individual lying on the lower bunk; past
the fist pumping up and down over the solid projection until she caught a glimpse of the
bright white beard flaring out all around the lower portion of his face.
      “Hey in there,” she said, tapping on the bars with the baton that she was armed
with.  The rough grunting noises inside of the cell dimmed a bit as he looked her way. 
“Don’t you think it’s a little late for all of that?”
      The hand that he worked over his member with slowed as he looked over in her
direction.  “Why yes.  Yes it is.  Any chance that I could interest you in helping to put
a speedy end to this fiasco?”
      She just grinned and gave a little chuckle.  “You’re that crazy doctor guy, aren’t
you?  The one that they busted for trying to get the whole town snickered off your bootleg
hooch.  Dr. Stuffin-whatever.”
      “That’s Stuffinfuzz!” he fumed.  “Dr. Stuffinfuzz.  And I believe I managed to save
a drop or two for you.  So whadoyasay?”
      “I don’t think so, Doc,” the guard said back to him.  “So why don’t you just finish
up your business and call it a night already.”
      Watching her walk away, Stuffinfuzz let out a frustrated grunt and began pounding
his fist again.  He turned his eyes up to the array of photographs that he had plastered
underneath the mattress above him.  They were all lewd and scandalous shots of his
faithful nursing assistant, Connie Lingus; sent to him by his cohort who was, at present,
still on the run from the authorities.  Dr. Stuffinfuzz let his eyes run rampant over the
images until he produced a loud grunt and pulled up the first pulse of fluid from his
tool.
      
***
      
      The lights went out on the tier of his cell block again and Dr. Stuffinfuzz once
again found himself on his back in that retched cell staring up at his gallery featuring
Nurse Lingus.  It didn’t take long for the spread to see to his pants tightening around
his waist, and with no other means with which to deal with the extreme discomfort he opted
for his only means of relieving the stress and momentarily calming the strain.
      Just like clockwork, Dr. Stuffinfuzz was halfway through his business when he
noticed her moving shadow come sweeping across his cell floor.  His eyes drifted over to
the bars of his cell where he found Officer Murphy gracefully stepping by, rubbing the
fingers of one of her hands from one bar to the next.
      “Well hello, Officer,” Dr. Stuffinfuzz said to her.  “Come to tuck me in?”
      “If that’s what you’d like,” she stopped and replied in a sultry voice that he
hardly recognized from the overseer.  “But I would have thought that maybe you would have
been in the mood for some other…service.”
      Stuffinfuzz slowed the fist pounding his staff.  “Then you would have thought
right,” he said.
      Hoping to test the boundaries of the night’s good fortune, he slowly climbed up to
his feet and moved over towards the bars.  Much to his surprise she hadn’t made a single
move to abandon him there as he would have expected.  Instead, she just stood there and
awaited his arrival, her tongue slowly stroking across her lips as her eyes remained lock
on the stiff member that was leading him.
      “Now…,” the doctor said as he reached up and wrapped his fingers around the ones
that she had wrapped around the bars.  “…exactly what sort of…service are we talking
about?”
      Officer Murphy stared at the white haired man standing in front of her and flashed
him a wicked grin as she eased her fingers from his grip and reached down for one of the
attachments on her belt.  She removed a small plastic vial from the holster and flipped up
the lid.  The sinister sneer spread across Dr. Stuffinfuzz’s white bearded face suddenly
beamed out that much brighter when he felt her grip an underhanded hold on his straining
rod and begin smothering it in an oily solution.  He was absolutely beside himself with
glee, and when her hands went to slowly stroking him he cringed with the fear that this
might all very well be apart of some stress induced dream.
      Another officer approached them at the bars.  Dr. Stuffinfuzz lifted his eyes to
get a look at the person moving in behind Officer Murphy’s back and thought that he might
pass out from the sheer shock when he got a clear look at her face.
      “I thought you might enjoy a break from the photos tonight,” the female officer
said as she leaned in next to Officer Murphy’s ear and placed her hands down on her
shoulders.
      Only this officer was anything but.  It was all that Dr. Stuffinfuzz could do to
keep from erupting with a blaring bout of laughter as he stared into the face of his
faithful assistant, Nurse Lingus.  She reached down and grabbed hold of the officer by the
hips.
      “So.  You ready to blow this joint, or what?” Connie asked him.  She listened to
his ominous chuckling while rotating the officer’s hips around until her back was to the
bars.
      Staring into the eyes of the woman that was now facing her, Nurse Lingus could
clearly see the dizzying effects of the solution that she had dosed her with continuing to
work their wonders even as she pried loose the buckles holding up her pants.  When she was
done, Connie sank her thumbs into the waistband on either side of the woman’s hips and
slid her pants and underwear down over the curves.  She left them lingering around the
officer’s thighs in order to reach up and plant her fingers into the  soft flesh of her
rear cheeks.  Prying open the divide, Nurse Lingus flashed her a grin while shoving her
backside up against the bars behind her.
      She continued to keep her stare in line with the officer’s face until she saw the
woman’s eyes go big and wide and her lower jaw drop to reveal the gape of her mouth. 
Listening to the low groan coming from Dr. Stuffinfuzz slowly building, Nurse Lingus
couldn’t help but to give up a slight chuckle at the thought of his long neglected organ
splitting open the tight entrance to this spiteful tart’s ass and the thick, slippery
shaft forcing the hot chamber on the other side to spread out wider to accommodate its
size.  When Dr. Stuffinfuzz started his thrusts Nurse Lingus’ laughter grew increasingly
louder as she fought to hold her quarry in place.
      
***
      
      Nurse Lingus retraced her steps through the facility with an overtly giddy former
inmate close at her back.  Every guard station that they passed was loaded with uniformed
men and women who could have cared less about the two of them, let alone where they were
headed.  They were all too busy working off the effects of the aerosol potion that Nurse
Lingus had doused the place with upon her initial arrival.  With everyone so otherwise
distracted, the two of them were able to depart the secured facility virtually
unmolested.
      “So where are we headed?” she asked as she climbed in behind the wheel of the
getaway car that she had left parked out front.  “Back to the castle?”  She looked up into
the rearview mirror and awaited a response from the man climbing into the backseat.
      “No,” Dr. Stuffinfuzz replied.  “Not this time.  The people of Strokerville will
pay dearly for this insult against me and my work.  And when they do I want to be right
there to enjoy it all…first hand.  Take me home, Nurse Lingus.  Immediately.  I have work
to do.  Oh, I have sooo much work to do.”
      Connie turned the key and stomped down on the gas pedal, but not even the roar of
the engine or the peeling strips of rubber were enough to drown out the cackling laughter
coming from the backseat.