Deep South Chapter 3

“I’ve decided I can’t trust you to get clean for me,” Daisy said, staring my naked body up and down. She had interrupted my shower, the one place I had actually felt safe since being incarcerated. Her massive frame made me feel small, or smaller. Her white shirt was begging to jump off her gigantic breasts, and her lack of pants revealed two legs that were each wider than my whole body. She was like a bear and I was just a cub. I actually questioned if she could even fit into this shower. It was a pretty small, square shaped room. There wasn’t a lot of space for someone of her… girth to fit in, with or without me already inside.

Yep, I decided I was safe. Maybe she would just hand me materials, soap, a sponge. I didn’t know, anything. She was already ogling my naked body, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about that. Maybe that was just part of the prison lifestyle. I didn’t like it, but I wasn’t about to cause an uproar out here in the middle of nowhere. Nope, I figured I’d carry on with my shower, keep on enjoying the hot water.

I felt her eyes on my, sliding up and down my wet body. There was a tension in the room. I tried my best to ignore it, but the huge figure beside me wasn’t moving. I was getting scared, thinking something might happen.

And then I felt her hand grip my hair.

She had amazing strength, I could feel it. She wasn’t even trying to be strong. But I do think she wanted me to know that she was strong. Her hand was light but firm. It was as if she wanted me to know that her grip could tighten at any moment. If she wanted to yank the hairs out of my head, she could do it, in one clean motion.

Her grotesque hand moved my head sideways, so I was now looking into her blue eyes. They were cold as ice, as if she harbored no emotions. I was in a prison movie, only the person in control of me was a big woman, not a big man named Tiny. My knees buckled just from the eye contact she was making, her dominance becoming more powerful by the second.

I don’t know how she did it. Her eyes didn’t move, not even a twitch. Her mouth remained still. Her hands remained where they were. But I KNEW to press myself against the wall of the shower. I swear her hand wasn’t even guiding me there. I did as I was… implied? I pressed against it, the flesh on my cheek feeling the hard tile of the shower wall. I got as close to it as I could. I felt flat, and I had a feeling I was about to feel a whole lot flatter.

She entered the shower. It took her a minute. Her size was indeed an issue, but after some minutes and some grunting, she managed to find a way. I could feel her breathing down my neck, and I wasn’t getting any more water. Her massive body was hogging it, drenching her white shirt.

“Are you gonna get nice and clean for me?” She asked.

I nodded.

“I want you to SAY IT!” she said, whispering but shouting at the same time.

“I’m gonna get c-clean for you,” I said. I was legitimately scared. I didn’t know what she was going to do but I was damned if I was going to stop her. She put one of her forearms against the back of my head. No real pressure, but the promise of more if I should choose to make an escape attempt. I wasn’t that stupid.

“Let’s lather you up,” she muttered. I felt soap running all over my body. She was pouring liquid soap. Her free hand massaged me all over. I was melting in her firm grip. I couldn’t move, but at this point, I’d probably crumple to the ground if she let me go.

Her hand continued to explore my body until it rested on my penis. I was ashamed to say, in all of the touching and heat, I had become aroused. Nothing for her, mostly for the fact that my whole body was being stimulated. It probably didn’t hurt that her enormous breasts were pressing against my back, protected by her wet shirt notwithstanding, but I was more afraid of those things than anything.

But she didn’t know that.

“Don’t you get too excited now, little man,” she muttered.

“I…I…”

“Oops… we never did a cavity search on you, did we?”

“I don’t think-”

And then she did it. Her hands groped around my crotch and private area, her fat fingers feeling everything they could. In five seconds, she knew me intimately, in every way, more than most people I knew. She probably explored my lower half more than my girlfriend ever did, she was that intrusive. Her fondling was enough to make me tense up. What little muscles I had were contracting and pushing for defense.

“Ease up baby, you’re just making this harder on yourself…” she commanded. For some reason, it sounded less like a command and more of a request. Her voice was soft, and she was saying it in my ear. It was a stark contrast between her tone and her actions. She was being very forceful. She was a police officer. I had to do what she said. I had to obey. But her voice was sexual in nature. I could sense that she was getting something out of this.

She let go of my genitals and placed both hands under my armpits. As if I weighed no more than a toddler, she lifted me up about a half a foot, my face and body still pressed against the wall. She pressed into me with her breasts, and I felt a little of her belly as well, pressing into my back. Finally, she let go. She was supporting my entire body with just her fat upper torso, mostly her massive breasts. They were drenched with water from the shower that I was supposed to be taking. She may as well have been nude they were so wet. I could feel her hard nipples at first, but as she pressed in, they slowly surrounded my comparatively slender body.

I felt her fingers prodding my genitals again, and they stopped on my ass. Oh god, she must have been thinking about it when she asked that comment. She wasn’t actually going to do a cavity search on me, was she? It’s not like I could do anything to resist her. If she wanted to go in, she had full access. Hell, she could probably spread me out so wide I’d split in half if she wanted to. Something told me she didn’t.

“You didn’t bring anything up here, did you?” she said, swirling her finger on my butthole. I really didn’t want her to go in there. I was a complete virgin in there. I didn’t like things… in there! I couldn’t even say it I hated it so much.

“No,” I said.

“You’re not hiding anything from me, are you?”

“No,” I repeated.

“You can’t hide anything from me, baby. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’m gonna explore your tight little butthole okay baby? I have to make sure you’re telling me the truth.”

“Please no-”

I gasped as she let one of her very chubby fingers push into my asshole. The pressure was immense. I had never felt anything like it before. I wasn’t even sure if it hurt. I felt like it SHOULD hurt, and it most likely did, but my mind was focused on the pressure. It was so intense my heart was racing, and both of my hands pressed against the wall. I could never push hard enough to break free of course. This woman was massive. There was nothing I could do about what was going on. I just had to push something or tears were going to come down my face.

She continued to probe around in my ass. The longer she did it, the more I got used to it. I learned very quickly to lighten up. If I just let it happen, the pressure wasn’t as severe. I just prayed she got whatever it was she wanted out of all of this and left me alone. After a few minutes, she seemed to be done.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she asked. “You don’t like it when I own your asshole?”

“No…” I said, being honest. I had no idea what the correct answer was. Maybe if I didn’t play into her fantasy, she would lose interest? Then again, what exactly WAS her fantasy? It was hard to read this woman.

“Oh… then you’re gonna hate this,” she said, and she rammed her finger further in. It had to be another inch. My eyes closed tight and I pounded against the wall with my fist. I let out a small cry.

“Please…please…” I begged.

“In prison,” she said through muffled speech. “There are alphas and bitches. You are now MY bitch, understand?”

“Yes,” I cried.

“Good,” she said. “You will refer to me as Mommy, at ALL times. Understand?”

“Yes,” I said.

“That’s good. Because if you don’t, I just want you to know. My finger still had a long way to go, got it?”

“YES!” I cried.

“Yes what?”

“YES MOMMY!”

“Good,” she said. She calmly pulled her finger out of my ass. It felt so good to have it out I almost cried in joy. I’m glad I didn’t. She backed off slightly and I dropped to my feet, then immediately my knees. My heart was racing a mile a minute.

“Look at me,” she commanded.

I turned my head to look up at her.

“Clean your little asshole,” she said, sticking her finger in her mouth. “I want you to taste like candy to me.”

“Yes Mommy,” I said.

She snorted, looking down at me and seeing how pathetic I was. Then she turned and left the shower. I scrubbed my body hard, harder than I ever had before. I had to be clean. Who knew when or where she would get me next. And how was I going to explain this to Cassy? Nobody could respect a bitch.