Me, The Chair and The Cop (An erotic work of fiction)

**THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I AM SPEAKING IN FIRST PERSON**

So I'm having my ass hauled into Block E, the block they keep prisoners on death row and I'm having a blast. Making it harder and harder for them to carry me. Snide comments, flirting, thrashing around. I was doing it all. Anything to make it harder for them to control me. The cuffs biting into my wrists but hey, it's just one more mess for them to clean up. "You pigs outta be butchered. Cunt fuckers!" I scream and laugh maniacally. Oh I'm having a good ol' time! "Will you shut up?" The guard to my left snaps. "Ooooh someone totally wants in. You wanna shoot your load down my throat, big boy?" I laugh again as him face turns bright red. I make a slurping noise and laugh again. Oh what fun! I eventually reach my cell with the help of my less than graceful escorts. They dump me on the floor and slam the door shut, locking it and walking away.

Now I know what you're thinking "How did a woman end up on death row?". Well I've been in trouble my whole life. Hell, if trouble was a house, I would have been the main tenant. Ever since I was 12. Shop lifting, armed robbery, breaking and entering, grand larceny, assault and battery, vandalism, murder, grand theft auto, cannibalism. You name it, I've succeeded at it. The last straw for me was the bank robbery. One million dollars gone. No survivors. 12 people dead including a pregnant woman and 4 children. My mama called me 'Catelyn' but the folks in the media call me "The Mad Bat", for obvious reasons. I'm bat-shit crazy. Ok, there's nothing mentally wrong with me, but damn, I act like it. I just can't help myself. Anyway...

I take off the top half of my jump suit, revealing my Billy the Kid, Charles Manson and Aleister Crowley tattoos done in numerous prisons, and tie the arms around my waist. I look around the small room I'd spend the next month in. It was kinda small and had a really shitty looking bed with a mattress that could kill me. There was a toilet in the corner and a roll of toilet paper. Great. Could be worse, I guess. I notice a metal cup sitting on the chair in the other corner and I felt a sly smile grow across my face.

I pick up the cup and tap on it. Seems fairly solid. I walk over to the bars and start banging the cup against them. "Come and get it! Soup's hot!" I laugh and keep banging away. "Will you shut up?" I hear footsteps. I bang my cup louder and laugh again. "Pig, pig, go away! I don't want no pork today!" I laugh. The guard reaches my cell and smacks his baton against my cup. I grin and set the cup down. "Wanna step inside?" I say flirtatiously, moving my hands up to my breasts and gently squeezing. His gaze heated my skin as his eyes are being forced down against his will. "Be quiet" The guard shakes his head and turns to walk off. I yank the top of my shirt down and whistle. He turns back and jumps a little. I smile slyly and run my hands over my nipples and sigh a little. I feel them harden beneath my gentle caress. I start stripping until I'm in my birthday suit. He comes back and tells me to put my clothes back on. "No" I grin. "Now!" The guard struggles to keep his eyes level with mine. "Make me" I grit my teeth. "Get in here and make me".

Oh boy, did he. He unlocks the door and my heart jumps a little. He hunches over and picks up my clothes. "Put. Them. On" He grits his teeth. I giggle, enraging him. "Nope" I smile, jumping on my bed. "Nope, nope, nope" I giggle. My breasts bouncing painfully but I don't care. The guard walks over to the bed and pulls me down roughly. I land on the floor with a nasty slap of flesh on hard surface. Pain pulsates through me. I grin slowly and stand up. "That's classed as police brutality" I punch the guard. A good, solid punch to the nose. I feel it break beneath my fist and I feel a stream of satisfaction flow through me.

The guard hits the ground and grunts. I giggle again and lean down. "How are the other guards gonna take this? Knocked down by a prisoner" I grin sadistically and bend down to straddle his waist. I feel a gentle pressing against my clit. "Ooooh a bad boy" I smirk. He grunts and flips over so I'm flat on the hard, relentless concrete. He grinds his lips against mine and begins ripping his pants off. "You're bad. I like it" I smirk. "Shut up" He growls and shoves me down. "You should be locked up with the rest of us, sarg" I giggle. He responds with throwing my head straight down into the concrete floor. Pain blooms in my temples and I calm down a little. I look back and see 3 guys trying to shove their tongues in my mouth. I feel a gentle push at my cunt and my vision clears. I look up as the guard shoves his thick cock straight into my pussy. I hear a grunt and feel a pounding feeling against my hips. I cry out in shock. My god, it felt huge! Bigger than some of the other pathetic excuses I'd met over the years.

He kept thrusting and I kept begging for more. The fullness felt...There really are no words, but for lack of one, brilliant/terrific/amazing all rolled into one and created a supernova of all words and feelings. The bliss completely blocked out my surroundings. The cool, damp floor. The other inmates laughing. Everything. It was just me and him. And in those few minutes, I felt like I was getting that second chance in society. I brang my hands together at the top of my head, laced my fingers together and brang my hands down on top of his neck. He went down with a grunt and flopped against the floor. I was free to leave as long as I could jump the fence outside as the guard I'd just offed was the only one on duty. I glance towards his belt and saw there was a large ring of keys. I then look towards those prisoners in the other cells with a look of compassion. If I was gonna be free. They at least deserved it too. So then I decided I had a job to do first...