I opened my eyes and looked at the calendar that was hanging by my bunk. It was Tuesday and I had waited for this day for a very long time. I sat up and looked at the 3 battleship gray walls that surrounded me. It was a bitter experience being locked up for a crime that was so petty in nature. No matter though, since I had been given life without parole for it I really didn�t have much to live for. "Three strikes," they called it in this state and that is what really sucked. The first two strikes were only really foul balls and I was the victim of a bad lawyer on the third one.

The story, although a long one goes like this. I was stupid when I was young and I lived it up every time I got a chance. Wild parties and many fistfights got me into minor brushes with the law. The only time I had been in any major trouble was when I was consumed by the demon alcohol and that is where my story began. Two felony DWI�s on my record and then one night I had stopped at this bar to wash away my agony. Being an ex-con was like having a brand on your forehead and I had just gotten cut loose from my job. I had decided to go straight after the last time in jail but I was feeling really sorry for myself. Pity for my plight caused me to walk into a liquor store afterwards and demand cash from the clerk. Instead of cash, I got arrested and was convicted for armed robbery. I mean, it wasn�t like I was a career criminal. However, a felony for stealing money to put food on the family table is the same as a felony for committing any other violent crimes. One plus one plus one equals life here. "Fuck �em all," I grumbled as I staggered to my feet and looked at my bleak surroundings. This morning would have been the same as any would have except Dr. Deborah was here today and it was my day for "rehabilitation therapy". I laughed when I thought about trying to rehabilitate a lifer. What the hell. It was an hour with a beautiful woman.

My heart pounded every time that I thought about her. She was the one thing that brought any joy at all to my life. The therapy was supposed to help me get in touch with my inner self and get my anger under control. It was also supposed to make me a better person. All it did however was to give me something to dream about. Of course that something was Dr. Deborah.

It�s not my fault. I mean the bitch comes in every Tuesday, dressed in her starch white blouse that clings tightly against her ample tits. My imagination runs wild every time I see her in that navy blue skirt that is slit up the sides! She�s not what one would call a stunningly gorgeous woman. She�s a little on the plain side and she looks more like a soccer mom than a doctor. She�s one of these conservative cunts that wears her long black hair tied to the back of her head and has an air about her that tells us that she thinks she�s just a little better than us. She would probably tell you that my desire is just a way to rebel against authority. Maybe it is, but the why is not important. What is important is that I�m going to have her before I die.

I walk to the bars and peer across the tier. There she is wrapped in that knee length overcoat. I can see her as she walks past the glass in the door that separates the infirmary from our block of cells. The rest of the cons can see her too and you can hear some of them calling "cunt," and "whore," and "bitch" out to her as she walks past. I am sure she is all those, even if she�s not aware of them yet. "My bitch," I say to myself as I think of having those long legs up in the air as I thrust my cock deep into her. I dream of her lying across her desk, her hair encircling her pretty face and moaning my name, asking me to fuck her harder. I would love for it to be consensual but I know that it can never be that way. I see her in my dreams at night, during the day and then when I wake up. I would probably be able to ignore everything else but she wears that expensive French cologne that drives me wild. What makes matters worse, is that she knows what she does to the men who visit her office. In fact, I think she enjoys it. Well, this morning she is going to get what is coming to her.

The sound of the bars opening snapped me back to attention and I stood up and started walking to the mess hall for breakfast. The noise was unbearable in there with all the inmates chattering about the petty things that inmates chat about. I mean, you live with these guys day in and day out and you hear the same old stories over and over and over. The one that is the most common is the "I�m innocent" story. I laugh to myself every time I hear one of these assholes tell me that. Of course I laugh on the inside because laughing at another guy is a sign of disrespect and will get a shank stuck into you in a very painful place.

I sit down and take a sip of my coffee. "Therapy day?" one of the inmates asks me as I sit down. "Yeah," I say smiling at him. He knows what is going on in my mind. Hell, it�s what goes through all of these guy�s minds when they see the good doctor. The only difference between them and me is that I intend to act on it. "I�d sure like to get a piece of that bitch," another one says as we all chuckle and dream of having the brunette doctor face down across the desk with our cocks stuck in her sweet pussy. I finish my coffee and sit and wonder if I�ll actually have the nerve to put my fantasy in action. Picking up the uneaten bowl of gruel that they call oatmeal, I walk over put it in the trash can.

"Not hungry today," one of the guards asks me? I ignore him because to be seen talking to one of the guards about something as trivial as hunger is to be seen as one of the weak ones. I walk on past him as if he didn�t exist and look at the clock above the door. It is almost time for me to go for my therapy session and I start walking toward the infirmary.

"PRISONER NUMBER 555888650," I yell out at the guard on the other side of the door. He looks through the window at the number on my shirt. Checking the number on his clipboard, he nods and opens a little gate that is inset in the door. I put my hands through it and try not to show my anger as he snaps the cuffs on my wrists. I would give him a piece of my mind but he is just doing his miserable little job. I pull my hands back through the door and he pushes a button. A "buzz" sounds and steel on steel creak as the lock comes unlatched.

"PRISONER NUMBER 555888650," he yells and a second door is open and I soon step into the office of the good doctor. I sit down in a chair and wait. The guard tries to make small talk but I ignore him like I did the one earlier. Sitting in silence for a couple of minutes make him nervous and he starts to get a little fidgety. I like it when the guard gets nervous. He knows that since he is not allowed to carry a gun inside the prison that I could take him with no problem. I lean back and close my eyes as I wait for her to arrive. In my imagination I am just in the middle of enjoying that unforgettable feeling of a woman sliding her mouth over the end of my cock when I hear the door open.

"Good morning Ted," she says as she looks at her chart. "How are you today?"

"Dangerous I guess," I tell her as I show her my cuffed wrists. The Doctor frowns and looks at the guard. "Why is this man cuffed in here?" she asks, her anger evident in her voice.

"Prison policy Doctor," he tells her matter-of-factly.

"Well it�s not my policy officer," she says. "So unless you want me to have your ass called on the carpet, you�ll remove those cuffs at once!"

"I�m sorry Doctor," he tries to explain once more, " it�s for your own protection."

Doctor Deborah spins on her heals and walks to her phone and dials a number. "Captain, this is the prison psychiatrist. One of your men have brought one of my patients in here and I have asked him to remove the cuffs and he keeps giving me shit about it being prison policy." I watch her round little face as she breaths fire into the phone. She stands in silence for a moment, nodding her head up and down and then hands the phone to the guard. "Yes sir," he says into the receiver, "yes sir. Yes sir!" He hangs up the phone and the doctor smiles in triumph as he unlocks the steel restraints.

"Very good officer. Now leave us alone please."

"But....." he attempts to say before he is cut off.

"But hell!" the doctor yells in an irritated voice. "If I didn�t think I could handle these men I�d look for another job. Now leave or I�ll call the Captain again!" The guard nods and turns and unlocks the door, pushing it shut behind him. "Stupid man," she mumbles as she turns the security lock that is meant to protect her in case of a prison riot. "Men think they know what�s best for everybody!" she grumbles as she walks behind her desk and pulls out a chair. My mouth waters as I watch her straighten her skirt and cross those shapely legs of hers. Long legs of a woman that has lost all the youthful slimness but are sexy just the same burn into my psyche. My mind spins as I try as my eyes move up her thighs, trying to catch a glimpse to see if she�s wearing pantyhose or stockings and garters. "Now," she starts, "I see that last time we were talking about the causes of your rebellion?"

"Well," I say as I look around me. "I�m locked up like a fucking animal doc."

"We know that," she tells me as she looks over the top of her wire-framed glasses. Her deep brown eyes almost invite me to fuck her. "But I am unable to do anything about that. So we will have to dig a little deeper. If you cooperate we might be able to find things that would make your stay in here more tolerable." This woman is absolutely amazing! She just doesn�t seem to understand! Instead of looking at me like a piece of shit, she gives me this look that a mother would her son. All that education behind her and she is still nothing but a softhearted split tail!

I look at her and try to figure out what is going on in her mind. Is she a conniving bitch or does she really care? Sure that she could be both, I decide to try her soft side. "I can�t talk about it," I tell her as I look down. I keep my eyes turned up so I can try to read her. She leans forward in her chair slightly and puts her folder on the desk.

"Come on Ted," she says finally. "You can tell me anything. Everything is totally confidential!"

I shake my head and look up at the camera that is mounted on the ceiling. She looks up at the electronic eye and then looks back at me. "Would it make you more comfortable if we turned that off?" she asks. I nod and she stands up and turns it off. The red light on the front goes out and I know that now we are totally alone. "There now Ted," she tells me as she makes herself comfortable once again. "Now, will you open up to me?"

I sit there in the chair across from the doctor who is now locked in a room with me, no camera, no guard and it would seem to me, no common sense. "It hurts," I tell her, playing her game.

"You can tell me Ted. It is the only way to make you feel better about yourself." I look at the clock on the wall. 15 minutes have already passed from our one-hour session and I am wasting valuable time. I drag up all the emotion from my past and put it to use. "It-it-it�s my mother," I say softly as I allow crocodile tears to move down my cheeks.

"Your mother?" she asks shaking her head. "What about your mother?"

"She doesn�t love me," I lie to the doctor.

"Oh now Ted. I find that hard to believe."

"It�s true doc," I lie more thinking about my precious mother who would do anything for her little boy. "She never did love me. Not even as a child." The woman�s heart inside this doctor�s body stirred as she listened to me.

"And why is it that you would think that Ted?"

I imagine the pain that I felt when I was involved in a car accident when I was young and tried to bring it back for my use. I begin to sob as I sit there spinning a tale for the good doctor. "She was an alcoholic whore who didn�t care about anything but herself." My tears flowed more frequently now. The doctor stands up. "Tell me more," she almost begs me, her interest peaked.

"She," I pause, "she used to bring men home and I would lay in bed at night and listen to her moan and groan from the other room." There is a deafening silence as she nods her head and listens to me. Seeing that she is nibbling on the bait I continue. "She would fuck or suck anything that had the money for a couple of drinks. I know that she was lonely but she didn�t even try to hide it!"

"It�s hard I know Ted, but it will help to get it off your chest. She stands up, straightening that navy blue skirt. I catch a glimpse of the tops of her stockings. My cock lurches as I notice the clasps on her garter belt. She takes a cup and pours some water into it. "This will help Ted," she says as she hands me the paper cup.

"Thank you doctor," I say as I wipe my eyes and take the cup from her fingers. My hands are shaking as I put it to my lips and take a sip. "If only my mother was as kind as you," I tell her as I hand it back to her. "She was a cold bitch," I lie. "She hated me so much that she wouldn�t even touch me." The doctor continues to stand in front of me and hands me a tissue. "Let it all out Ted. Get it off your chest."

I wipe my eyes and take in the fragrance of her perfume as she stands within touching distance. Months of build up libido are raging deep within me now. Wanting to pounce right now, I manage to control myself. "She was always running around the house in her underthings."

"That�s more normal than you think," she told me. "Lots of people are uninhibited about their bodies. It is nothing to be upset about."

"But.....but....but," I stammered. "She used to do it when my friends were there too!" I blew my nose on the tissue and watched her reaction. She was stunned to say the least.

"With your friends there?" she asked, unable to hide her surprise.

"Yes!" I lied. "And they were always teasing me about how they�d sure like to get a chance to fuck her."

"Oh my!" the doctor consoled. "How awful."

"Ye-ye-yeah," I sobbed. "I lost more friends because of that coldhearted slut!"

"It�s ok Ted. It wasn�t your fault."

"I know doc," I tell her. "But it makes me feel like doing things that I don�t want to do."

"Like what," she asked as she stepped closer.

"Like," I paused. "Like........" I trailed off.

"Like?" she asked once again.

"Like lashing out at the nearest woman!" I yelled as I stood up and faced the doctor. She gasped at my sudden movement as I stood towering over her. Fear moved over her face as she stood within arms reach. "That will do you no good Ted," she warned me. "That is what got you in here in the first place." I moved to sit down again and as I touched the seat I felt her hand on my head. "I think that she was your authority figure so you lash out at authority."

"I-I-I don�t know," I say softly as I play the wounded child.

"I think so Ted," she says as she gently moves her fingers through my hair. "If you will let me, I think I can help you." Holding back my tears I look up at her. Her face is one that is overcome with compassion for her fellow man. It is the mother that is in most women that is coming out in her. "Is there anything that I could do to help you?"

I look up at the clock. 25 minutes have passed. Time is growing short. "I-I-I think that there might be somthing," I say softly.

"What is it Ted? Tell me and I�ll see what I can do."

"Just between us?" I ask as I look up at her.

"Just between us," she assures me.

I stand slowly now and stand looking at the doctor. I feel my power growing as I stand there at least 8 inches taller and a good hundred pounds heavier. "Well," I tell her. "You could be my bitch," I say softly.

"WHAT?" she asks, unsure of what I had just said.

"I said you could be my BITCH!" I scream and my hand moves forward and I strike her in the stomach. The doctor let out a gasp as my hand knocked the wind out of her and she doubled over in pain.

"No....," she moans trying to talk. "No....," is all she can get out as the realization of what has just happened to her sets in.

"I say yes doctor," as I move forward and take hold of the tie that adorns her business suit. Unable to fight, she does her best to resist my advances. "No.....," she moans again as I pull her across the room and push the chair out of the way. My hand moves down to the crotch of my prison uniform and I run my hand over the bulge that has formed against them. "You�re gonna� be a fine fuck doc," I tell her. She opens her mouth to protest again and before she can get it out I hit her face hard enough to leave a mark, making her head snap back. "Shut up cunt," I order as she begins to sob.

Without another word I put my hand on her shoulder and push her down to her knees. She winces in pain as her nylon-covered knees come in contact with the cold concrete. I am in control now, and she is on her knees where every good bitch belongs. The air is filled with the feeling of power as I hover over this woman who was my superior just a moment ago. "Take the blouse off whore!" I command and watch as her trembling hands take the tie from around her neck. She drops it on the floor and my eyes follow her as she begins to unbutton the white blouse that contains her boobs. "Damn," I breathe as I see the tops of her white bra. It has been so long that I almost forgot what a real set of titties looked like.

Doctor Deb pulls the blouse from her shoulders and although she didn�t have the biggest set of hooters I had ever seen, they were full and well rounded. Looking down she avoids my stare. I reach down and take her chin into my hand. Pulling her face up so she can look at me, I tug on the front of my pants and I watch the fear in her eyes as she can see the outline of my cock against my jock strap. "This is for you doc," I tell her as I reach in and pull my dick out of my shorts. Doctor Deborah closes her eyes as the head peeks out. "What�s wrong doc, don�t you like the looks of a real cock?"

Deborah just shook her head and kept her eyes closed. "What�s wrong, don�t you like cock?" I ask her forcefully.

Instead of answering she keeps her eyes closed and I can tell by the look on her face that she really isn�t interested in the least about the way my friend looks. "Well I�ll be a motherfucker," I hiss as I look at her. "You�re a fucking queer bitch aren�t you doc!" No answer tells me that I am right. "Well fuck me!" I exclaim as she trembles.

Tears move down her cheek as I pull on my exposed penis. "Look at me you fucking lez whore!" I yell and put my cock against her face. She cringes as it touches her. "Come on queer doc. Look at my penis. It�s what all you fucking whores want. You want a big fat fucking cock buried inside you!" Deborah just shakes her head in disgust as I tap it on her cheek.

Jerking her head back I laugh as I watch her try to get away from my extended member. "When I am done with you girl, you�ll never want to eat another pussy again. Now take that fucking bra off!" Reaching behind her she begins to fiddle with the snaps. She fumbles but seems to be having trouble so having no patience I let go of my cock and hook my fingers into the shoulder straps. In one quick movement, I push them down her shoulders and her tits bounce from their sudden freedom. "What a fucking shame!" I exclaim as I take in the pinkness of her large puffy nipples and think about the waste of good pussy. "Go ahead girl, you know what I want."

Nodding her head, she opens her eyes and looks up at me. Slowly her shaking hand moves up and takes hold of my rigid member. Gently she strokes my cock and then she moves forward and opens her mouth. I can feel her hot breath as it comes within inches of my dick. "No, no, no," I tell her as my hand moves forward and I stop her advance. "This is prison baby, I can get a blowjob anytime I want around here. What I need is a piece of pussy!"

Words cannot describe the fear in the girl�s eyes as the vulgarity of my words hit her ears. "Lay down cunt!" I order. Deborah hesitates so I take hold of her shoulders and lay her onto her back against the concrete. "The panties girl, "I snap as I look up at the clock. Twenty minutes and the guards will be back. It is now or never!

Straightening her legs underneath her, she lifts her hips and begins to fumble with the clasps on her garter. My cock grows impatient as I see the outline of her panty-covered crotch. "Come on! Come on!" I yell as her shaky hands undo them. As the last one comes undone I have had all the show that I want. "Like this doc," I say as I drop to my knees and move forward. "Please," she groans as my large hands take hold of her panties and I jerk them down her legs.

"Not another word slut!" I yell as I pull them from her stocking covered legs. She tries to hide the patch of hair that is nestled between her thighs but I toss the panties aside and move forward, hiking her skirt up. A whistle escapes my lips as I see the first pussy I�ve seen in a long, long time. I stroke my dick and move into position. "Here it comes doc," I warn her as my cock head makes contact with her pink opening.

Opening her mouth as if to yell, I move quickly and pick up her panties. "Since you like the taste of pussy, you won�t mind," I tell her as I quickly stuff them into her open mouth and push them in hard. Deborah groans as they are wedged tightly between her upper lips and my cock moves between her lower lips.

"You�re fucking hot!" I tell her as my dick head moves into her cunt slightly. She attempts to clamp her legs together but my knees prevent it. "I�ve wanted you for so long doc," I tell her as I my hands touch the floor beside her head. "So many times I�ve thought about this moment," I tell her as my cock pushed half way into her cunt.

"Unnngggghhhhh," she groans as she closes her eyes and turns her head away from me.

"What�s that doc? You want more," I ask as I adjust to the tightness of her pussy. She shakes her head violently as she keeps her eyes closed.

"Unnnnggggghhhh,"� she groans once again as my hands move to her shoulders and I ready her for the final assault.

"Hot," I whisper to her as my hips move back a little and then in one swift thrust I push myself all the way into her cunt. "FUCK!" I yell as I bury myself into her tight pussy.

Knowing the futility of screaming with her panties stuffed in her mouth, she balled up her fist and hit me sharply on the shoulder. Although uncomfortable, it was not that painful. It did however anger me and I moved my head down to her chest and put my mouth on the soft tit flesh. "Unnngggghhhh," she protested as I bit into it and she kicked her legs around.

"Yeah, baby, " I mumbled into her breast, "that�s a girl, move your pussy around. Come on, fight me baby! I like it when you fight!" Pulling my hips back I felt like I was pulling her pussy inside out as it clamped around my cock.

A low guttural moan came from within her as I pushed my dick into her, our pelvic bones crashing together. "Damn," I whispered, "so long," I groaned, "so fucking long!" My eyes caught a glimpse of the clock. 12 minutes and the guards would be back to get me.

As if it had a mission that it would not be denied, my body began to pound into the head doctor�s violated pussy. Thrust after thrust I moved in and out of her tightness as she struggled against me. Tears moved across her face as she shook her head and fought me.

My cock would not be denied and it was determined to come inside this young doctor�s cunt. Like a jackhammer I thrust in and out of her pussy and then I noticed a change. Her body that was fighting the assault was now working to make lubrication in her hot pussy. "Unngggggh," she groaned as I pummeled into her.

"Fuck baby," I moaned as I felt the cum build up inside me. "God damn!" I yelled as the fluid of life worked it�s way through my balls and exploded with a rush into her cunt.

"Unnggghhhh," she groaned, "nnngggghhhhhhhh" she moaned as she felt my hot seed spurt into her.

"Damn, damn, damn!" I yelled as I continued pumping into her pussy.

Doctor Deborah arched her back and I could tell that her body was betraying her. "Unnnggggggg," she moaned as her body reacted to my final thrust. One final push and I held myself deep inside her and pressed my teeth once again into her breast. Her fingers moved to the back of my head and she held on tightly as she rocked herself against my still hard dick. "Unnnggggh," she groaned, a little softer now and then she slowed down and her hips stopped pumping.

"Fucking fantastic doc!" I told her as I pulled my now spent cock from her. She jerked as it left her pussy and I stood on wobbly knees and looked down at the woman with her skirt hiked around her waist. "Five minutes doc. Better straighten yourself up!"

Deborah�s trembling hand pulled the panties from her mouth. Her breathing was ragged and she lay there still fighting tears. "You," she breathed, "raped me!" Sobs escaped her lips as I reached down and pulled her to a standing position. "You raped me!" she screamed as her fist came flying toward me. I caught her hand and pulled it behind her back.

"I said straighten yourself up slut. Do it now!" I released the doctor�s hand and she pulled the straps on her bra up, tucking her breasts into them. I pulled my pants up and watched as she straightened her skirt, buttoned her blouse and tried to straighten her hair.

Like clockwork the guards banged on the door at precisely the hour. "Everything ok doc?" the guard asked?

Deborah looked at me and slipped her coat on. I knew that at the next moment they would have me cuffed and locked in solitary confinement until they took me to trial. I didn�t care. It would be worth every minute spent there.

Pulling the collar of her coat up to t he side of her face, she opened the door. "Are you ok doc," he asked?

"Um," she told him, "yeah, I�m ok." The guard looked at me as I stood there like the cat that ate the canary.

"Are you sure?" he asked, not sure if he should believe her.

"Yeah I�m sure! I just don�t feel well right now. I think I�ll go home for the day."

Unbelievable! The slut didn�t rat on me!

Turning to me, she glared at me and then a small smile came across her face. "I�ll see you next week Ted?"

"I wouldn�t miss it for the world," I told her as I held out my hands for the guards to restrain me. "I wouldn�t miss it for the world," I told her as I walked with the guard back to my cell.

The end.