A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)
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				Title: <strong>A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 05:38:25</strong>
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				Danielle LaRoche was an academic from a respected American university teaching a small study-abroad course in Spain.&nbsp; Like most New England academics, her politics had swung left all her life, so it was only natural for her to join the street protest against the local government's anti-unionization efforts.&nbsp; She had failed to consider the extreme precariousness of her legal rights as a mere visiting scholar in Spain.&nbsp; Local police had cracked down mercilessly on the tiny protest, jailing the apparent leaders of the group and targeting Patricia as an interfering outsider.&nbsp; Her purse and cell phone were lost in the street scuffle.&nbsp; Whisked away without the knowledge of her employers or students, she now found herself in a decrepid Spanish prison without legal representation or even a court date.&nbsp; <br><br>Her only contact with the outside world was the charming chief administrator of the tiny jail.&nbsp; Leonardo Gonzalez Lucas had always admired American society, and its headstrong, free-thinking women in particular.&nbsp; Here was his opportunity to observe a self-assured, liberated American first hand ... and perhaps see what it took to break one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 04:23:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;There was little left to be said about the dire situation Danielle had unwittingly put herself in. The what-if's and how-come's were filing through her mind at an exponential rate, the scholar in her wanting to rationalize the reasons for her being put in the klink, and all the ways she could perhaps muscle her way out of this sticky situation.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; The hours prior to her arrest had filled her with a sense of purpose, a wonderful energy had replaced the thoughts of hesitation and self-doubt.&nbsp; She was a part of the moment, adrenaline rushing, helping out others who needed a voice and a fist to show the authorities that their rights were not meant to be censored and delegated.&nbsp; To put it bluntly, she'd never quite felt so alive and passionate while marching in the protest,&nbsp; even when the police came to shut down the gathering.&nbsp; That is until she was put in hand-cuffs and hauled away to the local jail.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<em> "Holy shit.... holy shit holy shit holy shit... this is really happening. I'm actually going to a Spanish prison, and i dont have my god damn purse or cell-phone...&nbsp; Im fucked.&nbsp; Im 110% fucked. "... </em> inner dialogue no doubt, she didnt want to portray the distraught panicked american girl, not to the officials who held her fate in their hands. It was best to appear as though she weren't at fault for anything. Play dumb, and just smile. Which she did, although the corners of her mouth quivered ever slightly as the innevitable idea that she was really really hooped nagged at her conscious. <br><br>&nbsp; She now sat in her cell, on the metal frame of a bed that was hinged to the stoney wall.&nbsp; The bars that caged her in were just as unforgiving as they looked in the movies back home.&nbsp; It was rather terrifying being the one locked in the box, and she understood why they didnt hang pretty paintings on the wall, or flower filled vases to brighten up the space.&nbsp; She felt alone and helpless, but there was the tiniest tinge of pride that resided in her heart, knowing that she was doing something to make 'the Man' upset... ruffle his feathers a bit so to speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 15:11:14</strong>
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				Leonardo put the receiver of the rotary phone back in its cradle and grinned with glee.&nbsp; He'd just been informed by the captain of police that an American, a young woman no less, had been swept up with the other protestors in the raid earlier that evening.&nbsp; She would be housed in the jail that Leonardo oversaw until her trial.&nbsp; <br><br>He almost couldn't believe his luck.&nbsp; The captain had said nothing about her appearance, of course, but Leonardo figured that unless she was strikingly unappealing, she would hold sexual interest for him.&nbsp; His wife seldom put out for him because they lived in a cramped house with both her mother and sister, so there was never any privacy.&nbsp; He generally satisfied his urges by masturbating, or sometimes patronized one of the three village whores.&nbsp; Daniella's arrival held the promise of an irresistible alternative.<br><br>Leonardo considered himself an avowed American-o-phile and something of a local authority on the customs and history of that fabled land, although on his meager salary, he had not yet been able to afford to visit it in person.&nbsp; Still, he read everything he could get his hands on about the United States, and the little 20-inch color television in his office was constantly tuned to imported television shows.&nbsp; All his personal favorites featured David Hasselhoff.&nbsp; <br><br>The jail in the little village of Barbola was a tiny kingdom indeed, but Leonardo was its undisputed lord, and he made sure his infrequent and mostly temporary subjects respected his authority in its fullest.&nbsp; He wasn't beyond administering beatings to his prisoners if they showed sufficient disrespect, or withholding food from them for days at a time.&nbsp; The jail was only occupied for about 2/3rds of the year, as most detainees were eventually tried and shipped to a larger prison in Burgos or Madrid.&nbsp; <br><br>But Leonardo had a great deal of influence in expediting or delaying the judicial process in Barbola.&nbsp; He could refuse lawyers admittance to their clients with virtually any excuse, and postpone hearings for months at a time.&nbsp; Of course, the typical prisoner was an unruly Spainard male whom Leonardo was only too grateful to have off his hands.&nbsp; He envisioned this visitor as someone he could conceivably have exclusive access to almost indefinitely, as long as she gave the impression of tolerable treatment during his semi-annual inspections by the captain of police.<br><br>Leonardo spent the remaining hour before Danielle was scheduled to arrive cleaning and prettying up the least dank cell he could find, but even after his hurried efforts, the accomodations remained spartan to say the least.&nbsp; He reserved the last fifteen minutes to freshen up himself in the private bathroom and put forth his best appearance.&nbsp; He resolved to win this woman over with his knowledge of her homeland and his roguish charms.&nbsp; Her incarceration would be a private exercise of his own in cross-cultural diplomacy, a bold step in international relations ... and relations of other kinds too.&nbsp; He couldn't wait to get started.<br><br>The police troops arrived at his front office promptly at 8 PM sharp, accompanying a distraught young woman whose appearance, however disheveled, instantly exceeded Leonardo's wildest hopes.&nbsp; She was left alone in handcuffs with him while he processed her paperwork and interrogated her about her background, in between effusive apologies for her rough handling, and warm observations about his affection for her homeland.<br><br>Finally, however, she was left to her cell, and he returned to his home in the village.&nbsp; Not only was he a henpecked husband, but the three ladies of the house ensured a triple henpecking for him every night -- and that night was no different.&nbsp; As he went to sleep next to his snoring wife, he pictured the American in her cell and hoped she was fairly comfortable -- but not <em>too </em>comfortable.&nbsp; He planned to eventually make her powerlessness and his absolute authority clear to her, but he wanted to take things slowly.&nbsp; After all, they would have a very, very long time to spend together, as long as he had any say about it.&nbsp; <br><br>In the morning he rose and packed a breakfast and lunch for Danielle from his own family's kitchen.&nbsp; Normally the prisoners ate fetid leftovers from the cafeteria of the government offices next door to the jail.&nbsp; Leonardo planned to dine with Danielle and get to know her a little, while currying her favor with his culinary generosity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 09:14:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; Danielle played many a scenario in her mind, a different way she would smile and curtsy, charm the powers that be and be on her merry way. It was never that easy when it came to the law though, especially when you were in a foreign country. Being alone in the cell afforded her plenty of time to muse over her thoughts, organize the right and wrong things to say when facing the authorities. Sure enough, her parents would grow suspicious of her.&nbsp; If she wasn't calling home to let them know of her progress, wouldn't they get a wee bit concerned? <strong><br>&nbsp;"No. They wouldn't.&nbsp; I haven't called them in months.<br>&nbsp;They're already too preoccupied with their own work to worry about their 23 year old daughter. "</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;She seemed to droop further in her seat on the bed, hands cradling her bedraggled head as she stared blankly at the dank ground. Her shoe would scuff at the stain from a previous 'tenant', her stomach gurgling in protest of her half-hearted shuffles.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Where was her phone call? Who was supposed to represent her in this unfortunate equation. There had to be some kind of special rights or privileges set aside for the rambunctious Americans who decided to come and stick their nose in business they didn't truly understand.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 10:07:38</strong>
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				"Gooood morrrning!" came Leonardo's voice from outside Danielle's cell, after a quick peek through the little barred window to make sure she was already awake.&nbsp; "Top of the mornings to you, yes?&nbsp; Rising and shining!"&nbsp; He'd studied American slang for so long that he couldn't resist the opportunity to demonstrate his prowess.&nbsp; The metal key-ring clanked and clanged in the lock, and the cell door swung open, letting a long, bright beam of sunshine fall across her lap.&nbsp; He noted her disheveled and disconcerted appearance with momentary concern, but immediately concluded that the surprise he had in store for her would dispel any discomfort she could possibly be feeling.<br><br>He swept into the dank little room carrying a folding card table and metal fold-up chair, which he hastily set down in front of the cot where she was sitting.&nbsp; He gave her a gleeful grin as if they were sitting down together for a game of some sort.&nbsp; In a few seconds he had exited and returned with a cloth bundle, which he proceeded to open up in front of her; out tumbled four rolls (still slightly warm from baking!), two huge cooked sausages, a hunk of some cheese with a small knife in it, and a sizable cluster of purple grapes.&nbsp; He then ran out and returned again with two steaming coffee mugs in one hand and a little pitcher of chilled milk in the other.&nbsp; He'd clearly put some thought into this whole arrangement and saw no reason why it shouldn't delight his prisoner as much as it did him.&nbsp; He sat down in the metal chair across from her and regarded her with eager anticipation, awaiting her effusive praise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 10:02:07</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Her mind was about to lapse into an even deeper state of idle ponderings, that is until she was abruptly startled by an unusually cheery voice, deep in tenor, which indicated to her that a man was in her company.&nbsp; Unusually cheery seemed an appropriate way to describe what she heard. A prison wasn't typically known to host the friendliest of fellows, and those who signed up to take after its prisoners weren't particularly soft around the edges.&nbsp; Perhaps she was being assigned a helpful intermediary, things could be looking up.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; Danielle perked up in her seat, posture corrected from the half-hearted slump she had adopted as of late.&nbsp; A rich chocolate gaze set itself on Leonardo, her lips quirking into an honest smile, easily charmed by his admirable approach of speaking her american vernacular.&nbsp; She held a spot in her heart for those who displayed compassion, even in the slightest forms, and thus far she was greatly impressed with the man entering her cell. <br><strong> "Good morning to you too, senior!" </strong><br>&nbsp;She was intent in watching as he folded out the table and pulled up a chair, his movements swift with purpose and excitement, it didnt take her long to realize that he had food with him, for she could smell the unmistakable aroma of cooked sausage and warm rolls.&nbsp; He would note her gaze gradually widen in disbelief as he unfolded the heaping bundle.<strong> " Wowww.... " </strong>she clucked her tongue, her features alight with gratitude <strong>"What have i done to deserve this? If I knew that it took a days worth of protesting to get a spread like this, I would have hopped on board a lot sooner."</strong> .. she laughed, stomach wheezing audibly in response to the delicious smells that filled her cell.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>" Thank you very much..."</strong> She paused, looking up from the table that housed the bounty which lay before her. It was a silence she hoped he would fill with a name, and hell, she'd even take a number at this point.&nbsp; Years of dating countless american boys, and never once was she served breakfast in bed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 14:22:00</strong>
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				Leonardo found Danielle's company nothing less than delightful.&nbsp; The home cooking made its desired impression, so he resolved to continue the service -- at least until he'd asserted his authority over this woman.&nbsp; <br><br>Although he probably could have learned a great deal about America by asking her questions and listening to her talk about her life, it came more naturally to him to try to impress her with his knowledge.&nbsp; He shared with her every bit of American lore and trivia he had gleaned from the anecdotes of each of the Barbolans who had journeyed across the ocean.&nbsp; In truth, there were only three of those to talk about, and he had learned little from them anyway, because he was after all a poor listener.&nbsp; He unwittingly added a couple culturally mismatched embellishments of his own devising.<br><br>At lunchtime, he fell back on his habit of recounting plots from his favorite American TV shows.&nbsp; He'd seen many episodes of his favorite series dozens of times over in repeat broadcasts, and he made up any details he couldn't quite recall anyway.&nbsp; In fact, he couldn't help but beef up the plots with little innovations of his own, like the Spanish soccer player who swept in sometimes in his talking Ferrari to rescue Knight Rider from a particularly difficult impasse.&nbsp; At least he remembered not to call it "football" in her presence.<br><br>In the late afternoon, Leonardo knocked on the cell door politely and entered with a white towel, a somewhat worn-down bar of soap, a bottle of his wife's shampoo and a pair of her panties, and a standard prisoner's uniform.&nbsp; (He'd neglected to bring a bra because all the ladies in his home were rather hefty and prodigiously endowed, and Danielle would have been swimming in their bras.&nbsp; Besides, the idea of her going without a bra excited him.)&nbsp; The featureless gray material of the uniform was stiff as cardboard and constructed for male prisoners, as they hadn't had a female overnight as long as Leonardo had run the jail.&nbsp; As he led her down the hallway to the shower room, a small room with four head-level spickets hung from the walls, he apologized profusely for the lack of warm water.&nbsp; <br><br>Making his best show of courtly manners, he offered to hold her clothes for her while she showered, and stood just outside the open doorway waiting for her.&nbsp; He had a clear, obvious angle to observe from, although he tried to be as covert about it as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 03:19:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; The time he spent with her in the cell was admittedly a vast improvement to what she originally anticipated from the jailhouse.&nbsp; Were all of the prisoners treated like this? Surely not, but perhaps punishment was doled out based on the severity of the crime, and there was no doubting that she ranked pretty low, considering the murderers and thieves and rapists. <br><br>&nbsp;Danielle devoted the full extent of her attention to Leonardo as he recounted his history, with the properly placed, if not a tad embelished bits about her homeland, and its numerous over-budgeted films.&nbsp; He was decidedly more interesting to listen to than those who taught her in University, although more than likely not as credible.&nbsp; She hardly had a reservation about the man, and when taking the leftist mentality that she lived into account, he had no worries about her judging, or looking down on him for his cultural differences.&nbsp; In fact, she found him oddly appealing.&nbsp; Her smiles and laughter were genuine, the weighty feelings of being held captive were lightening ever slightly as the time passed.<br><br>&nbsp;When he returned to her in the late afternoon, a smile drew itself clear on her face and he was greeted with a warm <strong>"Hello, and welcome back!"</strong>. Her gaze fell on the pile he carried in his hands, a curious expression taking place of the smile. <strong>"Do you always have ladies underwear on hand? For special occasions such as these?" </strong>It was a light jest, as she stood and met him at the cell door. She was greatfull for any offers he provided her, and it would be considered rude to turn down the chance to get washed up. She followed him, obligingly toward the shower, a hopeful glance backward to see if he was going to leave her in privacy.&nbsp; Hopeful being the underlying term to use, her thoughts were confirmed as he stood with his back turned, no more than a arms reach away. <strong> "I'll keep it short and sweet. " </strong>she chimed, not entirely put-off with the having to undress in his presence, so long as his back was turned.&nbsp; Her worn clothes were discarded in a neat pile, revealing a trim olive skinned beauty, a light dusting of endearing beauty marks in the odd place.&nbsp; She hopped in the shower without delay, her own back facing his so as to put his presence out of her mind. She would be able to enjoy what little bit of the shower she could, happy to be able to wash her hair with a nice shampoo.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 03:21:46</strong>
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				Leonardo was pleasantly surprised that this visiting scholar and apparent activist had yet to voice any concerns over her treatment following her arrest.&nbsp; In fact, he could not recall ever having had a prisoner with such a sunny disposition.&nbsp; She appeared to have fallen for his gentlemanly charms "hook, line, and kitchen sink," he decided.&nbsp; <br><br>He dreaded the prospect of having to return that night to his fat shrew of a wife and his horrid in-laws.&nbsp; Since he had worked his way into Danielle's good graces so quickly, he resolved to find out immediately just how far the American would go to reciprocate his show of friendliness.&nbsp; He would think of a lie to tell his relatives and sneak back to the prison after dark.<br><br>Based on his shower observation, he decided his wife's body had not measured up to Danielle's even on the night of their marriage and first sex; nor had his wife ever allowed him to look at her naked body with the lights on.&nbsp; Danielle's acquiescence to his ogling had convinced him that the time to move on her was now.&nbsp; He realized that she was bound to eventually wonder why she was being denied any means of communication or any meeting with a lawyer or judge.&nbsp; Moreover, the news of the female inmate was bound to reach his wife's ears within the next day or two, making a late-night rendezvous all the harder to explain.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Since the jail was so often empty -- at this time Danielle was the only prisoner -- Leonardo usually locked up and went home at dinnertime and only returned the next day.&nbsp; Most evenings the only visitor was the Barbolan traffic enforcement officer who lived two blocks down; he would usually peek in during his after-dinner walk, to make sure no unexpected jailbreaks had been attempted in Leonardo's absence.&nbsp; <br><br>This particular evening, Leonardo left his prisoner as usual with a repulsive dinner of leftovers from the cafeteria next door, this time accompanied with his profuse apologies.&nbsp; But he also told Danielle to expect his return in just a few hours, as if it was his normal habit to put in a late-night appearance at the jail.<br><br>Late that night, when the shrew and her cohorts had finally gone to bed, Leonardo snuck out of his house in his nightgown, carrying a nice dress shirt and slacks to impress Danielle with.&nbsp; He changed in the alleyway next to his house and set off for the prison, with a fresh smidgen of pomade in his hair, a spritz of cologne on his collar, and a very old pack of condoms he had lifted from the government health office.&nbsp; He was ready to make his move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:14:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;Her complacency regarding her imprisonment could be easily explained by her American upbringing.&nbsp; She was of the more 'privileged' lifestyle back home and things were taken care of her by the system, or her parents.&nbsp; She had a clean track record, and things of this sort were never a concern of hers. If she displayed a friendly disposition and acquiesced to all that was expected of her, she'd be out of this prison in a few days at most, they wouldn't want to occupy a cell with some harmless foreigner when it could be used for those who were of higher suspicion. <br><br>&nbsp;It was a life experience, she kept telling herself, something she would look back at with a chuckle as an amusing memory.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something she could boast about when she returned home at the end of the summer,&nbsp; which would ultimately amp her 'street cred' amongst her activist peers.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;Leonardo had done a good job in filling her with a false sense of security whilst in his care, but it was to be expected when he continuously appeared with shampoos and home cooked meals.&nbsp; Had she known of his true intentions, perhaps she'd refrain from showering him with her bright smiles and charismatic laughter.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She was slightly disarmed by the evening meal, having been buttered up with Leonardo's fresh food brought in from his family's kitchen, she picked at the odd pieces of bread crusts, lip curled in slight revulsion as her appetite quickly faded away.&nbsp; She could see a few teeth marks bit in the one piece of melon that was strewn on her plate, and her unease about being locked up in this place started creeping back into her thoughts.&nbsp; Truly, how much longer did she have to stay here? They hadn't asked her any questions pertaining to her reason being here.&nbsp; With a firm dejected shove, she slid the plate towards the cell door, an exasperated sigh huffed into the muggy hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:57:45</strong>
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				The white glaze of a full moon spilled into the cell through its lone barred window as Leonardo made his late entrance, bearing a handful of purple wildflowers discovered on the walk over from his house.&nbsp; He helped himself to a seat at the end of Danielle's cot and tried to make small talk, inquiring about how her dinner had been, what she had done with her evening ... it took him a few seconds to realize the absurdity of the latter question, given her circumstances.&nbsp; <br><br>Although he tried his best to pay attention to what she was saying, his eyes kept drifting from her face down to the conspicuously unbuttoned top of her prisoner's shirt.&nbsp; No doubt she had left the top buttons loose to keep the coarse fabric from chafing against the sensitive surface of her breasts, without the protection of a bra.&nbsp; Intentionally or not, she had left him a generous window through which to view her curvaceous bosom, and each time she looked away and then looked back at him, he thought he spied the edge of a nipple becoming momentarily visible through the opening.&nbsp; <br><br>Whether real or imagined, a few glimpses of that delectable temptation were all he could withstand.&nbsp; Soon he was sitting right next to her and holding her hand, glancing furtively between her face and chest, and leaning backward and forward rather bizarrely to try to get a better view through the open collar.&nbsp; Reaching behind him, he grabbed the one pillow from her cot and placed it in his lap to conceal the growing bulge there, but he only succeeded in drawing attention to it.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, he tossed the pillow aside and grabbed her hand instead, placing it right in his crotch with his hand on top of hers, and closing her fingers around the head of his erection.&nbsp; She abruptly halted her topic of conversation in the middle of a sentence; he had long since lost track of the subject of her prattle, anyway.&nbsp; He stared eagerly at her and waited to see whether she would respond to his advances willingly, or if he would have to resort to force.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 06:50:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; Mindful gestures such as bringing a lady flowers was thought of as sweet in Danielle's eyes, and the relief of Leonardo's presence was nearly palpable as he returned with the wild bouquet in his fist.&nbsp; She accepted them with a thankful smile, reaching in a greedy fashion as she'd not been able to appreciate soft beautiful things whilst kept in captivity.&nbsp; It peeved her upon realizing that she was guilty for taking advantage of simple pleasures such as these, like she was able to&nbsp; as a free woman.<br><br>&nbsp;Danielle wasn't thick headed, and she prided herself in being fairly intuitive in the presence of strangers or acquaintances. There was something forced about Leonardo that she couldn't quite peg, but as she began to reply to his absent minded question, she took note of his wandering eyes.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;She reminded herself that there were significant cultural differences between those who lived in Spain, and that of America, and often behaviors could be misconstrued as something unintentional.<br><br>&nbsp;Her posture would stiffen notably though, as she watched him reach back for her dilapidated pillow and smothered it into his lap in an awkward manner. After he took hold of her hand, she grew truly concerned, her head hinged to the side, brow raised in question, but not in a condemning manner. <strong>"Excuse me Leonardo.. but I seem to get the impression that you're feeling a bit out of sorts? Do you have some news for me-"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Suddenly she felt the sizable bulge of his rock hard erection in her hand, fingers tightening briefly in shock; perhaps convincing herself that yes indeed, he had placed her hand there and he was quite painfully aroused. It took moments for her to withdraw her hand from his lap, her face reddened in shock and disbelief. <strong>"No no no nonono Leonardo.. This is not right.&nbsp; I apologize if I led you to believe otherwise, but this cannot happen. Aren't there laws here that forbid this kind of ... stuff?" </strong><br>Her words were spoken quickly, a frantic yet controlled way about them. It was her attempt at conveying a firm stance in her argument, without coming off on the wrong foot. She didn't want the only man who showed the slightest bit of friendliness to change heart on her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 09:50:02</strong>
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				"Oh, <em>cara mia</em> ... How can you deny me this little favor?&nbsp; Sweet Danielle, you have stolen my heart with your American ways ... your American eyes ... your American <em>bosom!</em>&nbsp; I <em>must </em>have you, or I will surely die!"<br><br>Leonardo's empassioned pleas were muttered between kisses up her neck, licks of her earlobe, pecks on the cheek and forehead.&nbsp; Danielle's momentary, reflexive squeeze of his cock had only served to convince him that she wanted the same thing he was after.&nbsp; Her verbal protests were not unusual for swooning ladies on American television, who often feigned resistance while being swept off their feet by their forbidden lovers.&nbsp; Leonardo saw himself in just such a role, although this scene from a romantic TV show was about to shift to something too pornographic for television.<br><br>Sitting next to her on the cot, he reached around her and pulled her body into his, while sliding his other hand right down her belly and into her crotch.&nbsp; His fingers squirmed over her panties, probing for her most sensitive area, seeking to force her into an aroused state regardless of her level of cooperation.&nbsp; Meanwhile he continued planting wet kisses all over her face, waiting to try her mouth for fear of being bitten.&nbsp; The rhythmic fondling from his fingers elicited a moistening response through the fabric of her underwear, encouraging him to press onward with his conquest.&nbsp; <br><br>His sizable manhood was being thrust into her thigh, seeking any source of pleasurable resistance.&nbsp; Leonardo was a man of only medium build, but his muscles had grown strong from years of manual labor around his house and workplace; his advances were beyond her physical capacity to resist, unless she wanted to try something drastic like kneeing him in the crotch or clawing at his skin.&nbsp; <br><br>After a few minutes he began leaning into her and positioning her body underneath his on the bed, preparing for an opportunity to climb on top of her and have his way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 03:50:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;His words affected her deeply, in many ways, the sound of him speaking those couple words in his native tongue ignited a thrill in her chest that caused her head to swim. She too entertained a few fantasies involving a romantic Spaniard who'd sweep her off her feet, wine and dine her in the warm moonlight.&nbsp; These circumstances were no doubt drastically different, but she was still swayed never the less, cheeks flushed in the dimly illuminated cell. <br><br>&nbsp;As he kissed her she began to sidle away, the canvas material of her prison uniform allowed her to slide with ease, a firm warm hand lifting in protest against his chest.&nbsp; He spoke of a favor, and she felt somewhat that she owed him one for his kindness and hospitality, but there was still her conscious that nagged at her to stop him from acting on his desires.&nbsp; <strong>"I f-feel flattered... honestly! This just can't be right. You're going to loose your job!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp;There was no time before he was pulling her into his body, his roaming hand slipping down the front of her opened coveralls.&nbsp; His reach down forced the fabric to pull tight against her form, invasive fingers stroking at her pantied crotch in a desperate manner.&nbsp; She squirmed like a restless animal trying to escape his advances, her sensitive pussy reacting quickly to the stroke of his touch.&nbsp; She grunted in protest, and arousal, her hand pressed against his chest pushing against him with increased emergency. <br><br><strong> "Stop Leonardo..." </strong>she pleaded, breathy as she felt his hard cock grind against her thigh, feeling the clear density of his erection.&nbsp; He was very attractive, no doubt. But what would happen to her if she was caught with him by another guard? They would assume that she seduced him in attempt to escape without detection.&nbsp; She couldn't afford loosing any opportunity to return home with no complications.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 13:16:48</strong>
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				Danielle's involuntary groans and the discovery of her self-lubrication convinced Leonardo that she must want the same thing he did, despite any show of resistance.&nbsp; He continued planting light kisses all over her face and neck between the words of the following speech.<br><br>"Ah, sweet Danielle, <em>querida</em>, since the moment I first saw you, I knew you would be my deliverance from all these ignorant, backwards peasants.&nbsp; None of the others in this town share our love for the finer things in life ... the excellence of Western culture, of <em>American </em>culture.&nbsp; No one in this hell-hole looks outside the borders of Barbola, much less the country or the continent.&nbsp; <br><br>"Always have I wished for a fine American <em>fille </em>like yourself, a true woman of the world, who could show me the wild ways of your American lovemakings, yes?&nbsp; Always on the television I have wondered, what happens every time the scene ends, when the blonde beauty is looking lustfully at her handsome boy, melting in his arms, you see, and then suddenly the commercial.&nbsp; What happens during the commercial, I ask myself?&nbsp; Always after the commercial, there they are in bed, covered with sheets and smoking the cigarettes, with their happy looks ... and you know that little hussy has made him the happiest man in the world."<br><br>His fingers had continued their rhythmic work in Danielle's crotch while he was talking, and by now her breath rate had audibly increased.&nbsp; His fingertips were moist with her secretions.&nbsp; He slid the panties aside and continued his fevered caresses, never entering her, but methodically exploring all the surfaces of her genitals.&nbsp; <br><br>The tone of his voice dropped and took on a hint of menace as he went on.&nbsp; "You will be my American sweetheart, Danielle, <em>mi bella</em> ... For you see, here in my little town, in my little jail, Leonardo is king of all he surveys.&nbsp; No one here will question or defy my authority to keep you here ... And you will be comfortable and cared-for, always, by Leonardo -- as long as you cooperate, you see?"&nbsp; His lips curled into a possessive leer, and his forefinger finally penetrated her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 22:48:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;Leonardo would begin to feel her resistance to his advances weaken, his sensuous tone bleeding away her inhibitions, those many hot kisses breaking away at that wall. How could she deny her attraction to this man, and all of the courtesies and chivalrous deeds he had provided her leading up to this fluster? <br><br><br>&nbsp;The way he spoke so candidly of his desires to have her completely stroked at her modest sized ego, and filled her with a zest that any woman openly invited when she was being fawned over by a man. And he was a mysteriously handsome Spanish man, with a very masculine and dominate way of life.&nbsp; She relished the thought of being swept away, escorted to some little Spanish villa where they could drink sangria on a sun baked patio and enjoy the breeze.&nbsp; And besides the fact, he clearly knew how to stroke her the right way, much better than the American boys she attended school with.<br>&nbsp;Danielle moaned as he parted her panties to the side, surprised at how aroused she'd become against her own doings.&nbsp; By now she'd loosened up almost completely, head rolling back as her mouth parted open in a lustful pant, exposing her creamy neck to his barrage of kisses.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong><br>&nbsp; "You best be telling the truth... " </strong>.. she murmured, returning a few of his kisses as soft minute pecks. She was utterly lost in pleasurable sensation of him playing with her luscious pussy, her hips begin to gently rock to meet his strokes, slight squirms as he brushed past her sensitive clit.&nbsp; Her breath would hitch as she felt his finger slide past her tight opening, eased by the wetness he had created, caressed by the silky warmth of her walls. This, he could tell, was what she liked, as she looked into his eyes, her own gaze half-lidded with a lustful haze. The hand she once had pressed against his chest now moved to grasp at the nape of his neck, her slender fingers trailing into the beginnings of his hair.&nbsp; She needed to keep herself upright, even if she was using his weight as a counterbalance,&nbsp; and her legs parted wider to accommodate his pressing form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 03:31:57</strong>
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				<em>OOC Hot post. &gt;:)</em><br><br>Danielle's openness and responsiveness to him drove Leonardo to greater and greater boldness.&nbsp; His forefinger began swishing about inside her lubricious sex, curling and kinking to stimulate every nerve ending in her melting interior.&nbsp; He stretched his thumb up to continue to rhythmically rub her clitoris, and even dared to extend his pinky down to tease the surface of her anus.&nbsp; Before long, a middle finger had also slid between her puffy labia to join in the probing investigation.&nbsp; <br><br>His tongue attempted a similarly unrestrained exploration of her mouth, sometimes darting and thrashing about against her tongue, sometimes tracing over her lips and teeth.&nbsp; His caresses and kisses matched up in tempo with the writhing and bending of her aroused body against his own.&nbsp; <br><br>Thankfully, the scent of his wife's shampoo didn't register consciously with him to distract him with thoughts of his marriage, but the familiarity of the smell did make Danielle appear all the more welcoming to him.&nbsp; Blending with that inviting aroma was the salty perfume of her heightening arousal, madly urging him on in his conquest of her.&nbsp; <br><br>He listened carefully for the encouraging sounds of her rapid breathing and occasional involuntary moans -- an intoxicating melody he hadn't heard coming from a woman since before his marriage.&nbsp; He had entered into this situation assuming he would have to force her to acquiesce to his advances; he had fantasized about having the lusty American's cooperation, but never really believed it could happen that way.&nbsp; In the back of his mind, he began to envision a gradual progression of intimacy between them, like the rising level of contact in an ordinary courtship.&nbsp; <br><br>The hope that he could take his time more and encourage her participation made him decide to hold off on the penetrative sex he had been expecting that evening; instead, he decided to see if he could convince her to go down on him.&nbsp; The idea of oral sex had long fascinated and thrilled him, playing a large role in his private fantasies.&nbsp; He'd studied such behavior routinely in pornographic videos, but no amount of indirect hinting or cajoling could convince his own wife to attempt such a thing, since she seldom permitted him even regular intercourse.&nbsp; <br><br>He had never straightforwardly asked a woman to do anything sexual before, so he hardly knew how to go about it, but he hoped Danielle would detect his longings and attend to them.&nbsp; Continuing his fondling of her pudenda, he used his free hand to grab one of hers and press it into the crotch of his trousers.&nbsp; His hungry, swollen cock prodded through the fabric against her fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Satya</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 04:39:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;Her mind was void of any intelligible thoughts as they sank deeper into the jail bunk, her body reacting solely to the fervid strokes that Leonardo laid upon her.&nbsp; The feel of his finger probing her depths prompted plenty of pleasured moans, the volume reaching to a heated crescendo as he began to stroke her clit with his all encompassing thumb. <strong>"Oh god Leonardo... I haven't been touched like this in months..."</strong> she gasped, her breath hot against his ear.&nbsp; Never had she been with a <em>man</em> who knew the female anatomy as well as he did. Customarily, the <em> boys</em> in University fumbled around the playing field like an inept athlete trying to catch a football. <br><br>&nbsp; Amidst all the writhing and squirming in response to his affections, she managed to free her upper body of the starchy cover-alls, her chest fully exposed to his doting eyes.&nbsp; Had she any inclination of how much he actually appreciated her goods, she may have flaunted them more seductively, but for now she remained lost in the heat of the moment, bright rosy nipples standing proudly erect against the chilled night air.&nbsp; She was starting to warm up, considerably, and the sweat that began to gather on her brow glistened faintly with the moonlight.<br><br>&nbsp; She felt his hand grasp her own, placing it once more against his hard erection.&nbsp; His original attempt at&nbsp; &nbsp;what she assumed was an ungraceful advance had nearly escaped her mind, and her thoughts would not dwell any longer than a second as to how she rejected him.&nbsp; Presently, she had succumbed to her own hidden desire, and no amount of sober rational thinking would take precedence over offering him some much deserved attention.&nbsp; Danielle was already feeling the new levels of heightened pleasure consume her lithe form, and like a possessed thing she hungrily loosened his pants, roughly tugging them&nbsp; past his waist with her free hand as the other remained still tightly gripped at the nape of his neck.&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp; His penis sprung loose from its confines, no doubt begging to be touched, seeking release of its building arousal.&nbsp; Her open hand would loosely glide over its strained length, dancing about the tip to cause him to flinch.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly on cue with her strokes, having to contend with her bodily reactions to his constant rubbing.&nbsp; But as soon as she acquainted herself with his girth, she started rhythmically jerking him off, long full pumping strokes, careful enough to not rough him up in her battle to keep herself upright.&nbsp; He'd sense the ever-present restraint, a piece of her that he could feel, yet remained on the back burner. <br><strong><br>&nbsp;"Do you like the way it feels ....when I touch your cock...?"</strong><br><br>She panted, alternating her pace, and quickly stopping to reach past his length to carefully grope at his weighty balls.&nbsp; She rolled them in her palm before gripping once again at his cock, the even pressure of her hand working diligently like a proper student worked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Study Abroad in Corrections (Satya and rick957)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rick957</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 01:35:20</strong>
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				The sight of Danielle's willingly exposed breasts almost brought Leo to a premature orgasm.&nbsp; His tactile attentions to her clitoris appeared to be effectively arousing her, so he maintained the steady grinding and mashing of his thumb against the distended bud, but his other hand went straight for her bountiful, bare bosom.&nbsp; <br><br>The milky lushness of the supple flesh molded itself around his clawing squeeze.&nbsp; The whiteness of her skin caught the reflection of the moonlight to set her whole torso aglow in the darkness, while the shaded circles of her areolas stood out in sharp contrast as targets for his attention.&nbsp; While his hand massaged the underside of one breast, matching the tempo of his busy digits in her groin, he broke off his deep kisses to suckle the other side.&nbsp; His tongue lashed at the rigid nub, chilling it with his saliva before his teeth administered a stinging series of light nibbles.<br><br>"Do you like the way it feels ... when I touch your cock ...?" she teased, while his whole lower body writhed in agitated response to her fondling.<br><br>Her increasingly aggressive manipulation of his member produced a regular dribble of slick, translucent fluid from the slit at the head, but the lubrication was rubbed away just as quickly by her jerking motions.&nbsp; Her continued strokes began to chafe the tender surface of his penis, interrupting its blissful stimulation with tiny jolts of pain.<br><br>He let her succulent nipple fall from his mouth so he could gasp out a response.&nbsp; "Oh Danielle, my sweet ... please!&nbsp; It's more than I can bear!&nbsp; You <em>must </em>-- won't you -- with your <em>mouth </em>-- ?"&nbsp; He couldn't get all the words of his plea out between the successive waves of delirious pleasure and tantalizing torment.
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