X marks the spot
The first gate opened. Kaylee followed the guard to the second gate. She had a slight smile on her face. Soon she would be free. Free after twenty years of being imprisoned for something she had not done. Thankfully justice had finally prevailed.
Nervously she held her hands on her thighs to keep her skirt down. A light wind was blowing and she did not want it to unexpectedly lift her dress and reveal that she was wearing stockings and a sexy thong that just barely covered her pussy. A matching bra completed the sexy picture under Kaylee’s clothing. The guard stood in front of the second gate and nodded to one of his colleagues. A buzzer sounded and the gate opened. This was the last gate between her and freedom. The guard took a step outside the gate and looked left and right. No one seemed to be waiting for her.
“Do you have some place to go?” he asked, concerned. This one has spent a lifetime with them. She had always been polite and never caused any trouble. He had mixed feelings about her leaving – part of him wanted to protect this 45 year old woman from all the hardships out there.
“Yes,” she nodded, “I do.”
Kaylee did not offer any more information. He extended his hand, shook hers and wish her all the best. He wanted to hug her, but that would be unprofessional. Kaylee turned around and started walking towards the woods that bordered the prison facility on one side. The guard followed her with his eyes. He wondered where she was going. A colleague called out to him. They had a short conversation and when he looked back to where he had last seen Kaylee, she was gone.
Kaylee briefly stopped at the first tree and then started counting. Hundred steps, the letter had said. After hundred steps she stopped, turned 90 degrees to the left and started walking again. It was more difficult to walk on her high heels now, as there was no footpath to follow. Hundred steps later she stopped. There was a note on a tree right in front of her. She retrieved it and read:
Take off your dress, turn right. Fifty steps.
Without hesitation she unbuttoned her dress and let it slip off her shoulders to the ground. She turned right and walked. Her mind wandered back to some of their correspondence over the years. Their commitment to each other was something many people would not understand. She had never seen him before, but she was committed to him.
Take off your pretty underwear, turn left. Twenty steps.
Again there was no hesitation, but she felt a pang of disappointment that she had to take off the pretty lingerie so quickly. Wearing only her hold-up stockings and heels, she walked deeper into the woods and reached a clearing.
X marks the spot.
For a moment she was confused, until she looked around and saw that the leaves on the forest floor had been cleared away and someone had drawn a huge ‘X’ in the dirt. She stood with her legs spread over the middle of the ‘X’, her hands behind her head, her fingers interlocked. The nipples on her firm breasts were hard and pointed slightly upward. She smelled her own arousal as wetness pooled between her legs. This is the moment she had been looking forward to for years. They fantasized about it in their letters to each other, never thinking that one day it would really happen. And here she was, ready to meet her Master, ready to start her life with him.
Cold steel around her left wrist startled her, but the beautiful baritone voice calmed her.
He lowered both her arms and cuffed her wrists behind her back.
“Hello Master,” she smiled and wanted to look at him over her shoulder.
“Don’t look,” he said, “not yet.”
As he spoke he put a blindfold over her eyes. He pulled her back against his chest and very soft hands wandered over her body, gently cupping her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. He pushed a finger between her labia.
“That’s what I like. A wet slut,” he said approvingly.
Kaylee smiled and pushed her crotch against his hand.
“A wet, horny slut. Mine.”
His hands moved to her nipples again. This time the pinching was harsh, painful. Kaylee moaned, but did not complain. He walked around her and harshly pushed two fingers into her wet cunt. It hurt, but still Kaylee was silent.
“My slut. My cunt to fuck,” he groaned. The tone of his voice was different. Mean. There was something ominous in the air.
“Master, I’m scared,” she said. In a flash Kaylee realized that no one else knew she would be released today.
“Nothing to be scared of,” he said with a chuckle. Kaylee breathed in deep, still filled with doubt, but she managed to calm herself.
“Lie down,” he said and helped her.
“Mine,” he said, “spread those legs.”
The mean sound was back in his voice. He pushed her legs wider when she moved too slow. Kaylee moaned when he roughly entered her. He leaned forward and covered her mouth with his hand.
“Fucking whore. Stupid fucking whore.”
Kaylee panicked. She tried to turn her head, but his hand held it in place. He turned his hand a fraction and still covering her mouth, he pinched her nose between his thumb and forefinger. Muffled screams sounded. His climax erupted deep inside her wet cunt moments after she stopped struggling.
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They found her three weeks later, spread-eagled; her body forming an ‘X’ on the ground. Though her body was covered in dirt, the officers immediately noticed the bright red ‘X’ cut into her mons, just above her slit. Between her legs, held in place by the blade stuck into the ground, was a note: X marks the spot.
© Rebel’s Notes
This post was written for the discontinued meme A Darker Flame, with the prompt: A prisoner gets released from prison
This post links in with the A-Z Blogging Challenge
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