Jamal Akers adjusted the handcuffs firmly clasped over his wrists. The prison guard jabbed him in the back with a baton to keep him moving, "Come on Akers. Keep it moving. We don't have all day."
Jamal shuffled forward, his legs shackled together, and continued to make his way down the hallway to the meeting rooms. Jamal Akers had just turned 50 years old the previous week. He was locked up in a federal penitentiary serving 30 years for being the lead in a drug conspiracy. He was once 20, rich, powerful, and had everything he ever needed. It is amazing what running one of the most powerful pharmaceutical drug rings in the nation would do.
That had all been crushed by Agent Jack Finemore. Jamal had been running his drug ring for about five years by the time Agent Finemore had successfully taken down his drug empire. Finemore had taken everything from Jamal and had pushed as hard as possible to get Jamal the maximum sentence.
Jamal smirked as he saw Agent Finemore standing at the end of the hallway. Agent Finemore was at the prison to make sure that Jamal did not get out of jail on probation. Jamal had an almost perfect record in the joint. No issues, no problems, he had done everything in his power to leave the system but Agent Finemore had stopped him at every track.
Jamal approached Agent Finemore, "Morning Jack. Here to screw me over again?"
Finemore smiled, "Anything to keep you in Akers. I'm just doing my job and making sure guys like you stay in here."
Behind Agent Finemore walked up a pretty young thing that Jamal couldn't help but stare at. She must have been a supporting Agent for Finemore, but she did not look the cop part. She must have been twenty something and was wearing a cleavage revealing pink top that plunged down to expose her breasts. In addition to this cleavage revealing top, she was also wearing a tight black dress skirt that fell just above her mid thigh. http://img.barelist.com/images/hosted/tg...
She approached Agent Finemore, "Here are those documents you requested Jack. I'll meeting our other prisoner. I'll meet you back here in a few minutes."
Finemore nodded and the woman left.
The prison guard led Jamal Finemore and into the attorney room. Jamal questioned the guard, "Why am I in here? Don't I have my probation hearing?"
The guard replied, "You're meeting your lawyer."
"I don't have a lawyer man. I've been in here for thirty years. My lawyer is dead."
The guard was agitated, "I don't give a shit man. You're supposed to be in this room for the next five minutes."
The guard led Jamal into the room and sat him down. The room only had a single table and two chairs, one of which Jamal now occupied. The guard left the room and Jamal was left to himself. After about a minute of waiting a tall, pale, bald white man wearing a black suit with black tie walked into the room. His black sunglasses blocked Jamal's view of his eyes.
"Who the fuck are you?" Jamal questioned the man.
The man pulled a orange pill bottle out of his jacket and set it on the table, "Take this pill before leaving the room if you want to leave this prison today."
The man's voice sounded metallic, almost robotic. It was quite strange. After speaking the man turned around and left the room.
Jamal sat there, confused, and stared at the pill bottle. He took his handcuffed hands and reached forward to grab the bottle. He examined the label and saw that his name was on the bottle. He looked at the name of the drug and it appeared to be in strange hieroglyphics. The instructions said to take one pill, and Jamal, a former drug user and abuser shrugged his shoulders, popped open the bottle, and swallowed the pill.
A few seconds after swallowing the pill the prison guard came back into the room and ordered Jamal on his feet. Jamal got up and was led back into the hallway. Agent Finemore was standing there and told off Jamal, "Hope you enjoyed talking to your lawyer Akers. He's probably going to be one of the last people you talk to from outside this prison."
Jamal smiled and replied, "PRetty soon I'm gonna be out of here, making the big bucks again. Shit... I'll buy the house right next to you. We gonna be neighbors."
The guard pulled Jamal away from Finemore and led him down the hall to the elevator. The doors opened and the guard pulled Jamal in. As the doors began to close Jamal, and the guard, heard the clicking of heels coming down the hallway, "Hold the elevator!" a female voice called out.
Jamal stuck his foot out and propped the door open.
Jamal saw a dainty, white, female hand grab the elevator and help it open. Sure enough it was the pretty assistant that Jamal had seen earlier. She adjusted her box glasses and hefted her numerous files up and she walked into the elevator, "Thanks" she muttered under her breath.
Jamal smiled, staring down at the girl's exposed cleavage, "No problem honey. Anything for a young thang like you."
The girl rolled her eyes and stood opposite Jamal on the elevator. The guard stood next to Jamal.
As the elevator doors closed, Jamal felt an intense wave of pain shoot through his body, "Mother fucker!"
He fell over and grabbed his stomach. An intense burning sensation had begun to shoot through his abdominal region and began to spread towards his chest. He had no idea what was happening, but he knew that it must have had something to do with the pill that his "lawyer" had given him.
Jamal groaned as the pain in his stomach continued to grow and grow. The guard went over and pulled Jamal up, "What the hell is wrong with you Akers? Get the hell up."
The guard pulled Jamal up and hit him in the back to have him stand up straight. The young attractive woman grew concerned as Jamal continued to moan in pain. She approached Jamal and placed a hand on his shoulder.
The guard told her to get away, "Mam, this man is a prisoner. Please step away from him."
"Fuck off asshole. This guy is in pain. We need to get him to a hospital or something." the woman replied.
As She touched Jamal, her entire demeanor changed. She went expressionless and stopped moving. Suddenly she plunged her head into Jamal's stomach. Jamal looked down and was surprised that the guard wasn't doing anything. He seemed to be standing motionless as well.
Jamal felt the pain subside slightly as the woman continued to press her head into Jamal's stomach. Soon the pain turned into almost a strange pleasure. Jamal cocked his head back, and began to moan slightly. After a few moments, Jamal looked back down and was terrified at what he saw.
The woman's head was no pressing into Jamal's body. He pretty, square glassed head was no longer there. Instead her neck stump had broken through Jamal's shirt and was somehow attached to his stomach. Jamal freaked out, understably, and tried to pull her head away from his stomach. As much as he pulled he couldn't pull her body off of him. He tried to move, but with each step he took further away, the woman's body followed.
Suddenly Jamal felt his head begin to move down without any effort on his own. The pleasure continued to mount as this happened. It was almost like getting into a nice warm bath. Suddenly Jamal could no longer see. Everything felt wet, warm, and pleasurable.
Jamal felt like his head was moving, but even though his eyes were open he couldn't see anything. For a brief period he felt like he was brushing up against hair, but that soon subsided. Suddenly Jamal could once again feel the base of his neck. This feeling continued and continued until he felt his mouth come free, followed by his nose, and finally his eyes.
Jamal blinked as his vision returned. Surprisingly he was looking at the ground and at the woman's black high heels. Jamal was confused as to why he was looking down, when just previously he had been looking up. As Jamal looked at the high heels he heard the woman's voice speak, "Activate."
Suddenly Jamal felt his vision swing upwards with no control of his own.
Jamal was shocked to see
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