Georgia on Her Mind This is another story from the fantasy world of dollyanne. Dolly will continue if there is any interest. Georgia on Her Mind--Part I by dollyanne It happened on a Friday night8:10 p.m. to be exact. It happened in Atlanta, Georgiain the rain. It happened when traffic swelled the rain-slicked streets from desperate happy-hour revelers racing toward the suburbs, coming from the last call, and buzzing from the alcohol. It happened to Danny Simpson. And, it couldnt have happened at a worse time or in a worse place. Not as far as Danny was concerned. Because, as it happened, Danny was on his honeymoon. And, if there was anything worse than spending the first night of your honeymoon in a jail cell in Atlanta, Georgia, Danny Simpson didnt know what it was. But he was about to find out. He had taken the silver Lamborghini to the mini-market to buy condoms. Kimberly insisted on them. Damn! Why didnt he remember to bring them in the first place? He knew she didnt want to get pregnant. He had popped a little blue Viagra pill and hurried back to his bride, driving fast, slicing through the traffic in the muscular machine driven by a need, a hunger, and a major hard-on to consummate his marriage. She would be waiting in the honeymoon suite, sprawled out on blue satin sheets, wearing the yellow butterfly lace-trimmed crotchless panties and the wedding white peignoir he bought for her. He would savor her smoldering sexuality with his eyes, breathe in her vaporous cloud of vanilla perfume, feel her creamy, silky, white skin, hear her yearning fuck me moans. Then he would kiss her succulent, yielding red lips, and move down to her Oh shit! Thats when the flashing red and blue lights came up behind him, and the arrogant pig-bellied Georgia Highway Patrol cop hiked up his pants, swaggered over and told him to get out of his car. Thats when he had to walk the line in the rain, take the breathalyzer test. And thats when he was slapped with the DUI charge. Sure, hed had a glassmaybe twoof Champagne at the reception. It was a wedding for Christ sakes. His wedding He was entitled. But, as far as he was concerned he was as sober as a sparrow on rainwater. He had walked that line perfectly. But now, instead of the Ritz-Carlton luxury, he was sitting in a 9x6 cell on a lumpy swayback mattress with an ugly brown blanket covered with stains of unknown origin he didnt want to think about. There was no sign of color anywhere. He was behind gray steel bars, enclosed by gray walls, his feet resting on a gray concrete floor, with a single colorless gray iridescent light overhead. He felt fortunate that there was a yellow-stained commode and rusty sink in the corner. Some color anyway. Must be an upgrade. He would have laughed, but thisthis was ridiculous. Jailed on a phony DUI charge on his honeymoon. What the fuck! He was wearing a green one-piece jumpsuit, sitting in the lower bunk of the jail cell, with his hands cuffed behind him, wondering what happened. This was not the plan. He was supposed to take the next three weeks off for his honeymoon, and cuddle up in the honeymoon suite of the Ritz-Carlton with his new bride, Kimberly. Then they would go house hunting to start a new life in a new place. But things changed. Oh, how things changed. Then there was the humiliation of the strip search when they checked him inintake they called it. Strip! they told him. Everything. He removed his patent leather shoes, black striped trousers, starched white shirt with gold cufflinks, then hesitated. Everything, they said again. He reluctantly slipped off his sexy Calvin Klein bikini stretch underweara surprise he planned for Kimberly. He stood in front of them stark naked, feeling humiliated, and feeling more than self-conscious in his pasty white skin compared to the other prisoners. Too much time indoors, too much time behind a desk. The Viagra kicked in and gave him a boner. He couldnt help it; he had been saving up for his bride. He tried to hide it, but they told him to raise his arms high. Was all this necessary? What did they think he was going to hide in a soaking wet wedding tux, an Uzi? They fingerprinted him, weighed him in at 150 lbs, measured his height at 57, noted his age as 25, his hair as blond, his eyes blue, and his complexion fair, no outstanding tickets or warrants. They seemed to enjoy measuring his Viagra-stiffened penis at four and one quarter inches. Four point two five inches? they asked out loud, as if they couldnt believe he was really that small. But he was, and he felt two inches tall. They took his wallet with cash and credit cards along with his Mont Blanc pen and car keys and sealed them in a plastic bag. They smiled when they found the electronic key card for the honeymoon suite, and kept it out, saying they would need to return it to the hotel. They even took his clothing measurements like a tailor for Gods sake! What was that all about? These prison uniforms didnt exactly come from the pages of GQa short-sleeved one-piece green Velcro jumpsuit with no pockets, white cotton boxers and socks, and a pair of cheap canvas navy step-in shoes in place of his black patent leathers. They looked like they came straight from the discount shoe department. They also issued him a white towel, a Bic throwaway razor, shaving gel, a toothbrush, and a small tube of toothpaste. He had to admit it had been a little scary when they first brought him in. They paraded him handcuffed past every prisoner in the cell block until they reached the last cellA-25. He had to endure name-calling and lewd remarks as the guard led him past, Whos the new girl?, Come to papa, pretty, pretty. Hi, sweetheart, welcome to Hell. Some even rubbed their crotches at him when he looked. He tried not to look. Sure he was slight, he had a 28 waist, wide hips, and skinny arms like a nerd, but they didnt have to rub it in. He knew he was a nerd, not a hung stud by any means, but girls found him cute anyway. Of course, the Lamborghini and fat back account from cashing out of the software startup didnt hurt. Thats why they had the honeymoon suite at the Ritz-Carlton for $400 a night. And thats why Kimberly, 24-year-old gorgeous former Miss Georgia contestant, said yes when he asked her to be his new bride. KimberlyGod, whats she going to think now? Right or left? Danny snapped his head up and saw a Hulk Hogan of a man wearing a red bandana on his forehead with silver earrings dangling from both ears. He looked like a muscular refrigerator with tattooslions, snakes, and naked womencovering arms that were bigger around than Dannys thighs. Thats just what Danny could see. Lord knows what he had on the rest of his body. And, at about 240 lbs, 63, he dwarfed Danny. But that wasnt the worst part. The worst part was the iron pipeabout two feet long and two inches in diameterthat he was slapping into his calloused palm. An iron pipe that would break anything it hit. Including bones. I said, right arm or left arm? What? Danny said, looking puzzled. Which arm do you want me to break? the man said. Right or left? Your choice. Danny couldnt speak. With his hands cuffed behind him he couldnt even defend himself. Not that he could have anyway against this giant. IuhdontI mean I dontneitherI dont want a broken arm, he finally managed. An elbow then, the hulk said. He tapped Dannys elbow with the pipe. A sharp blow here would put you in the infirmary for whata day, maybe two? Then your ass would be back here in a cast and sling. Hard to defend yourself with your arm in a sling. Danny looked at him with his mouth hanging open, speechless. Was this guy for real? He didnt remember seeing him when he came in. Whered he come from? Is this his cell too? Of course, two broken arms would be shit wouldnt it? Talk about fucked up. Youd belong to pretty much everybody here. Wed be feeding you like a baby. And Id be tucking your sweet pussy ass in every night, he said, striking his palm sharply with the iron pipe. And of course, theres always the knees. Youd be crawling like a baby for the rest of your miserable life. You want that, babyface? No, Danny said quickly. Please, dont hit me. Please, Im only here for the night. My wife, shes coming in the morning to bail me out. The man spat on the concrete floor near Dannys slip-ons. Some drops of spit landed on the toes. Danny flinched. You believe that shit? the man said. You think youre out of this joint just like that? Whatd they tell you$500 bail, one night in the ole slammer, then lickity split, youd waltz out of here Scot free? Y-yes, Danny said. Thatsthats what they told me. Aint never gonna fuckin happen, sweet thing, the man said rubbing the pipe lightly across Dannys chest and nipples. Danny tried not to move. Know why? Danny looked at him like he was a Cobra about to strike. NoInoits just a DUI, he said finally. Theres a reason they give the fresh meat to me, babyface. Damn good one. They throw me a bone, I throw them a bone. W-what? What are you talking about? Danny said. I mean, Mr. smart-ass college boy, I get the fresh meat, they get the wife, he said. Simple as that. Danny looked around for helpa guard, anyone. The wife? I dont under Whats not to understand? You married girlie boy? he asked. Danny winced. He didnt like being called, girlie. Sure you are, he said, answering his own question. Hear shes a real shit brick house looker, some kind of beauty queen, a real hot piece of wet pussy. That right girlie? Shes hot pussy? Iuhwere on our honeymoon. We uhnever You telling me you never made it with her, never poked her honey pot? You disappoint me. You a sissy girl? A faggot? No, nopleaseIm not He looked around the cell for help again. Pleaseleave me alone, he said, whimpering now. Only one way Im going to leave you alone, sissy girl, he said. And thats if you cooperate with Spike here. You gonna cooperate, sissy? You gonna let Spike be your protector? Pleasedont hurt me, Danny said. W-what do you want? I want you on your knees is what I wantnow. He pointed the pipe to a spot in front of his feet. Danny slid off the bed and kneeled on the cold concrete, his hands still cuffed behind him. Take it out, he said, loud enough for the other inmates to hear. What? Spike put the pipe against Dannys head. You know what I mean. Take it out with your teeth, sissy girl. You know you want to, you know youre going to. Its the price you have to pay for my protection. Danny felt the hardness of the iron pipe against his temple. Give that sissy girl to me, Spike, someone yelled from one of the nearby cells. Ill fuck her pussy ass. Fuck, yeah. Send that bitch down here, someone else yelled. Shes prime fuck meat. See girlie? You know what we got here in this zoo? Spike said. Forty five animals in cell block Aforty two blacks, 1 spic, and 2 honkiesthat would be you and me. Theres fifty up in Cell Block B. Hard cases, murderers, rapists, terrorists, psychopaths. The most violent and dangerous are up there, including the Crips. You can thank your lucky stars youre down here. Youd be eaten up and spit out in two seconds up there. Used to be fifty in this cell block too. Three are 6-feet under and two are in the infirmary for a long time. A very long time, sissy girl. Danny lowered his head like he was praying. They dream about girlie girls like you showing up in here. That smooth white skin, that pretty face. He rubbed the pipe across Dannys cheek. Youre their wet dream girl. You want me to give you to those horny animals? You wanna be their dream girlie? Spike said. NoIno I dont. Then you know what to do. Do itnow. Danny had little choice. He leaned forward and reached up with his teeth and grabbed one of Spikes jumpsuit snaps in his teeth, the one fourth from the bottom. He pulled on it until it came undone. The plastic snap was hard and hurt his teeth, but he got it undone. Dont slobber, girl, Spike said. Danny worked on the next one down, got a good grip on it with his teeth, and tugged it until it unsnapped. Then he did the next two until he was all the way down to Spikes crotch. Good job, girl, Spike said. Now take it out with your mouth. You bite me and, like the man said, youll be prime fuck meat. He tapped the iron pipe against the side of Dannys head to emphasize his point. Danny saw the large bulge under Spikes white cotton boxers. There was slit in the front. He debated whether to pull them down with his teeth or to go through the slit. The slit looked too complicated and it would involve direct contact, so he went for the waistband. He used his teeth to pull them down and Spikes bulging cock jumped out, hitting him in the face. Danny recoiled. Suck it, girl, he said. I aint joking here, sissy. You take out a mans cock with your mouth, what does that make you, sissy girl? Iuh What does that make you? Aa Say it. A cocksucker, Danny finally said. Louder. What are you sissy? Danny spoke louder. A cocksucker. Whoa, bro, give us some of that pussy mouth, someone yelled. I want to hear you say it loud, so every man in here can hear it, Spike said. Say, Im a sissy cocksucker. Say it loud and clear. Danny did and several inmates rattled their cages and hooted. We sho nuff hooked us a new girl, someone said. God damn! another said. Fuck! a voice yelled. Fuck that girls pussy mouth. Danny heard cages rattling like wild apes trying to escape captivity. Except they werent trying to escape. They were trying to get to him and they were so riled up that Danny thought they would probably rip him apart if they got him. Spike was the only thing between them and him. Suck it, girl, Spike said. Before I break both arms and turn these fuckers loose on you. Danny had never sucked a cock before, but he had thought about it, even dreamed about it. And he had been sucked many times by girls who flocked around his Lamborghini. Even Kimberly had done it to tease him, saying she was saving herself for the honeymoon. It wasnt really sex, she said, it was just helping someone in their hour of need. Or, in Dannys case, his two minutes of need. He took Spikes cock in his mouth. Watch those teeth, Spike reminded him. Danny was repulsed by the idea of sucking a cock, but he started to work on it the way he remembered girls doing it. He just wanted to get it over with. He salivated and got it wet. He used his tongue and mouth, trying to hit the right spots. Spikes cock was leaking and the shaft was slick and slimy. Slurp, Spike said. I want to hear some slurping sounds. I want everybody in this cell block to hear slurping sounds. Danny slurped, and then salivated and slurped louder. He was getting into it now. Even getting turned on from Spikes domination, getting a boner. He slurped as loud as he could. Fuck, yeah, someone said. Im gonna bust a nut. Spike was thrusting now, gripping Dannys hair in his fist, and fucking his mouth like a pussy. Danny was helpless. He gagged, and that spurred Spike on more. He thrust harder and deeper. Moan, slut, he said. I want to hear some fuckin moaninglike the slut you are. Cmon sissy, moan like you want it. Danny was no longer in control. He felt light-headed like hed taken a sex drug. Spike was rubbing the iron pipe on his head, messing up his hair, and down his back under his jumpsuit. It felt cold on his spine. Then he rubbed it across his nipples. They sprang erect. Danny moaned and gagged. His moans were real now. Fucking tease, someone said. Fuck that pussy slut. Finally, Spike grabbed Dannys blond hair and pulled him close and started thrusting harder to the back of his throat. Then he came in Dannys mouth. Danny gagged and coughed, but Spike held him in place and kept thrusting and coming. It felt like a cup of hot cum. Swallow it, Spike said, holding Dannys nose. All of it. And Danny did, crinkling his nose at the bitter taste of it. Good, sissy, Spike said. With a little practice youll be a first class little sissy girl cocksucker. Youll do nicely. Dannys eyes were closed in shame. The taste in his mouth was like rancid soap. He didnt like being called a sissy, or a girl, but least of all a sissy girl cocksucker. He never felt more degraded. What are you? Spike said. Danny knew, but didnt want to say. A sissy cocksucker, he said softly. Say it loud and proudyou know how. Dont forget youre a girl too. Im a sissy girl cocksucker, Danny declared to everyone in the cell block. Cell bars rattled. Oooweee, someone yelled. Cant wait to get some of that sissy girl pussy. Whats her name, Spike? Whats your name, sissy girl? Spike asked. D-Danny. Spike put the iron bar on Dannys head like he was anointing him. Not any more, he said. I hereby christen you, Danielle. Thats your name long as youre in here. Hell, thats your fuckin name for life. Anybody call you anything different, you correct them pronto. I mean anybody. You hearin me, Danielle? Yes, Danny said. Dannys deceased, Spike said. Youre Danielle. Youre a girl, and in here youre going to become a Queen, a woman, and a wife. Youll live for one thing onlysex, giving it, taking it, wallowing in it. It is your purpose. It is how youll be used. From now on youll shit, breathe, and eat as Danielle. You use any other name in here and youre history. Tell everyone here what your name isnice and loud. Use a high pitched voice like a girl. You are a girl now. Tell them, Danielle. Danny tried to raise the pitch of his voice and speak out loud. My name is Danielle, he said. But it came out weak. We cant hear you, pussy girl, someone yelled, rattling their cage. My name is Danielle, he said louder trying to sound as much like a girl as he could. Several of the inmates mocked him. Hi, Danielle, baby. Wanna fuck? Kiss, kiss, doll-face. Come here pussy, pussy! Well have to work on that voice, Spike said. From now on youll always speak like a girl. And I expect you to get better. I dont want my girl sounding like a man in drag. Danny couldnt believe he was going to have to speak like a girl. He needed to get out of there as soon as possible or he would be completely humiliated. Tell them what your purpose is, Danielle, what you live for. Danny hesitated, but Spike prodded him with the pipe. II liveto be usedforfor sex. All day, all night, Spike said. Remember it, Danielle. These guys dont have girlfriends or wives, but now they have you. Danny winced at the thought. Was he going to be everyones girlfriend? He had to get out of there. Tell them what you love, Danielle. Tell them you love Spikes big cock. Be convincing, baby. I love Spikes big cock, Danny said, in his new girlie voice. Welcome to the Red Light District, someone said. Danny shuddered. Red Light District? What the fuck is this? To be continued...?