Chapter One

 

Three months into their ownership of the property, Bill and Tony, along with Traci, were putting the finishing touches on the conversion of the barn, having transformed it into a very secure yet still comfortable dormitory to house prisoners. It had taken as long as it had because the men had decided to do virtually all of the work themselves. Hiring someone would have gotten it done sooner, but it would have drained precious cash. Doing it this way actually enabled them to add to their small cash cushion.

While living in the dormitory would be substantially better than being in a state prison, it was still a prison. Two of the notable factors that incontrovertibly identified it as a prison, aside from the fact that it could be locked from the outside, were the bathroom facilities and the electrical layout.

When they bought it, the barn had a circuit breaker box in it, along with a relatively minimal amount of wiring. That got substantially upgraded with many more outlets and overhead lighting. The notable point was that the circuit breakers got moved to the exterior of the building and all electricity going into the building was controlled by a bank of switches outside. Groups of individual outlets could be turned off, such as those by a specific prisoner's bed, as could the overhead lighting. The overhead lighting switch was actually a timer enforcing a 'lights out' time, exactly as happened in prison. A significant difference here was that the time for the beginning of the nighttime darkness would vary, based on the women's behavior. They would know that good behavior would grant them a longer period of light if they wanted it. Another factor that could not be misconstrued was the communal shower. This too was unmistakably part of prison life, even here. The one shower per week limitation common in prisons would not be imposed, but the luxury of being able to take a shower whenever one wanted would be a decided plus.

Almost immediately after moving into the new house the three had begun the conversion by devoting much of their free time to envisioning what they needed and what they wanted it to be, then drawing plans to begin the process of making it a reality. Both men agreed that completed plans were necessary before spending a dime on the materials that would be needed. The design went through many iterations, including two 'start from a clean sheet of paper' complete re-do's. The first re-do came courtesy of Traci.

When they had first envisioned doing something like buying the house, while Tony had been sleeping with Traci occasionally, they weren't really a couple. Because of that, Traci was more or less being seen as the 'den mother' to the other prisoners despite her having been anointed as Tony's slave. Accordingly, it made sense that she would be treated better and have more freedoms. Her having a private bedroom in the dormitory was an unspoken assumption that hadn't really been thought about. But Traci and Tony's relationship grew closer and was developing into something more than a mere liking for each other. The tipping point was reached when very shortly after having bought the house Traci moved into Tony's bedroom.

At their earliest stages of planning the dormitory layout, prior to Traci having moved in with Tony, the location of the "den mother's" room created a minor problem, so Bill 'moved' it on the plans. That had created another problem which they ignored for the moment. While it had always been referred to as the den mother's bedroom, it was an unvoiced assumption that Traci would be occupying it. As time went on however, Traci had accepted that she was Tony's slave and so had the two men. That assumption persisted until she moved into Tony's bedroom. The day after she moved in they sat down for another planning session. Neither man said anything about erasing 'her bedroom' in the dormitory from the plans, so she blandly asked Tony if he planned to kick her out of his bed. When he said no she laconically asked, "Then why will I need a bedroom in the dormitory?" That question caused the first 'clean sheet' rethinking.

After a lot of frustration and late evenings they finally got it done. With a firm design in hand, they were ready to take the next step. Since Traci was the only one with no day job, the next step was delegated to her, as were all the other running around chores. She trundled off to the Jeppson's Creek Town House to see what, if any, permits would be needed or whatever other filings or paperwork needed to be completed.

The building inspector was helpful but very uncertain about what needed to be done. He said that putting an auxiliary shower and toilet facilities into a barn didn't make it a living space. And since there would be no kitchen or cooking equipment, and since there were no bedrooms as such, it wasn't a residence. He mused that anyone could put beds, even bunk beds, in a barn without making it a true living space as the law defined it. Because it didn't meet those definitions, no Jeppson's Creek ordinances really applied. Essentially they could do whatever they wanted without violating any building codes since the structure remained a barn, even if one with a full bathroom. The fact that people would be sleeping in it didn't amount to much because if they used that as a criterion, he would have to inspect kid's pup tents on the lawn, or tree houses. He said he would ask around to make sure he wasn't missing anything and promised to call in a day or two at the most, if he found out anything different. Just to be safe, Bill and Tony agreed to wait until the coming weekend, which was four days away, before putting any money into the conversion.

The Building Inspector, Woodford P. Michelon (Woody), had been the Building Inspector in Jeppson's Creek for almost twenty years. He was a careful, thorough man, and while he was sure he had given the visitor correct information, their conversation had revealed some ancillary issues that he wanted to check on. In the course of his checking he learned that the woman he had spoken with, Traci Ensbeth, was a prisoner, assigned to William Larssen, one of the owners of the property she had asked about. That gave him some of the questions he wanted to discuss with his long time buddy, Jethro; sheriff of Blugh Bayou. That conversation put Jethro on the phone with Cliff Pendelton, the Blugh BayouTown Attorney.

Cliff remembered having a conversation with a resident whose name he couldn't recall at the moment, about housing prisoners outside of Blugh Bayou's jurisdiction. He understood now that that conversation had not been as casual as it appeared at the time. Obviously that gentleman was setting up housekeeping and moving his prisoner to the neighboring town. That was fine, he had no concerns about that, nor was he concerned that the gentleman was planning on adding to his prisoner inventory. One niggling point could arise in the future so he thought to end-run it before it arose. Jeppson's Creek is going to be one of the communities we absorb when Blugh Bayou expands its city limits. Jethro wasn't read into those plans so he doesn't know about them. None of us expected that there would already be prisoners in those communities when it happens. I could ignore the whole issue, but that wouldn't be very fair to the guy I spoke with since he made an effort to be sure he was acting in compliance with the Bayou's law. No matter, I can easily handle that without telling Jethro what we're planning for the Creek's future.

"Jethro, I spoke with the man in question and as long as he maintains his residence in the Bayou, despite owning a house and housing a prisoner outside of it, he's not doing anything illegal or violating any part of our law. Still, I would feel more comfortable if you could find a way to inspect that property and make them aware that the even though Blugh Bayou's prisoner requirements don't extend to Jeppson's Creek, with the prisoner was being located there it does raise a minor concern. Despite the fact that they're not in our jurisdiction, if that prisoner escaped it could reflect poorly on us and our program. I'd feel better knowing that their imprisonment standards were up to what we require."

Jethro thought that was a perfectly reasonable concern and readily agreed to do what Cliff wanted. In agreeing, he made it clear that he was doing a favor for a friend. Then he dropped the other shoe. "Cliff, I hear rumors that the Bayou is thinking of expanding. Jeppson's Creek wouldn't be one of the towns we might glom onto, is it?"

Cliff wasn't about to confirm anything before they were ready to go public with the plan. He sidestepped the question. "And I hear rumors that you're banging the shit out of Mary Ellingworth on a regular basis, plus a few other prisoners as well. You know how a story can grow from nothing, don't you? If I thought there was an element of truth to your alleged activities I'd have to formally investigate you. We can't pay attention to every rumor that comes along, now can we? The same holds true for the Bayou expanding."

Jethro laughed, agreed, then hung up. I'm pretty sure that he knows damn well I'm fucking that honey regular-like. I think he just told me that the rumor is true. Maybe I should get off my ass and buy that house in Jeppson's Creek I've been thinking about. Hell, I've been thinking about buying it for a while and the price will double if it does fall into the city limits.

Jethro called Woody back. He assured Woody that as things currently stood, there was nothing for either of them to worry about legally. He casually passed along Cliff's comment about how it would look if a Bayou prisoner escaped from a substandard jail. Accordingly, he said, he wanted to visit the property to apprise them about the standards they would be required to meet if they were in the Bayou even though they should be aware of them already because they already had a prisoner. He said he would tell them that it would be better for them if they met the Bayou's standards in the event something untoward happened. Then he added that since most of the standards were physical in nature and would probably require some building on their part, he thought that Woody's presence would be useful, both at the outset and probably on an ongoing basis if significant construction was involved. Woody confirmed that from what he understood, that would be the case because of the work they were doing in the barn. He was assuming that the prisoner would be housed in the barn.

Woody suggested that the two of them go right out there, but Jethro demurred, stating that he had a full afternoon scheduled and even the next few days were going to be busy for him. I want to get a few hours in with Roberta this afternoon; I haven't fucked her enough lately. Then there's Bambi and Shannon. I should do each one of them and they would best be done one tomorrow and the other on the day after. He told Woody that next week would be much better for him if that worked for Woody as well. Woody had no concerns about the postponement and they set the date for the coming Monday. Before hanging up, Jethro chuckled and said he might have a surprise for Woody, but he couldn't be sure about that until Monday and he got a look at the prisoner. Woody laughed. He had heard some stories about Jethro's escapades. Maybe he was about to learn the truth of them.

On Saturday, armed with a long shopping list, the three went off to the local lumberyard and placed a sizable order. That was followed by a visit to the closest Home Depot where they purchased a large assortment of tools and more building materials, including electrical and plumbing supplies. They bought enough stuff at The Depot that it made sense for them to rent one of the little pick-up trucks to cart everything home. The shopping excursion had run later than they had expected it would, then there was the matter of returning the pick-up, which of course required two of them to do another round trip. In all, the time extended into early evening before they were in a position to return it, so the men did that while Traci was shooed off to the kitchen to do something about getting dinner started. The dinner turned into more of a celebration and thus that lasted longer than expected. Traci had planned to do a bunch of on-line research in the evening before bed but, somehow that never happened. After dinner Tony kept her bound and occupied for the remainder of the night.

In addition to being the official 'go fetch' and general errand runner designee, Traci had volunteered to learn everything she could about doing electrical and plumbing work since those skills would require less strength than would the other work that was needed. She hoped that she could learn enough through extensive reading and YouTube-watching that she would be able to handle the majority of the needs for those two crafts, avoiding the need to hire a professional. Saturday had dissipated on her, then Sunday did the same as the three spent the entire day demolishing some of the barn's interior and cleaning it. Tony had had the foresight to insist that they have a large dumpster delivered in anticipation of the coming work, so they were able to do as much as they wanted in the deconstruction effort, and that work continued until late Sunday evening. By the time dinner was over, Traci had no interest in doing anything other than curling up next to Tony and watching television. He was more than happy to allow that.

Monday morning rolled around which saw the men off to work. Traci thought she would get some of her learning started and went for the electrical as her first topic of study. That seemed much simpler than she expected it would be, at least at the homeowner level which was a deep as she wanted to go.. She quickly felt like she understood the basics and ordered a copy of the electrical code from an online site. Next, she got to watching one video on YouTube about how to solder copper pipe - 'sweating', as it was called - which she found less than satisfactory. She started to search for another one to watch when she heard the sound of a heavy truck coming up the driveway. The lumberyard delivery had arrived. She went out to supervise that unloading.

It was late morning by the time that was concluded. In spite of the hour it was still quite comfortable outside although the weather report had predicted a hot afternoon with the possibility of rainstorms. She decided to take advantage of the still nice weather and put off inside work until late in the afternoon or the predicted rainstorms hit, whichever came first. With that in mind, she unfolded the legs from the collapsible sawhorses they had bought, threw a piece of scrap plywood over them and had a makeshift work table. She planned to practice sweating pipes together using short pieces before attempting to do it for real in the barn. Her initial efforts were visibly unsatisfactory. The video she had watched had shown close-ups of the finished connections. They all showed bright copper with a thin, smooth, shiny, ring of solder at the base of the connector. Hers, on the other hand, were lumpy, had discolored solder, and blackened pipes and connectors. After six failed attempts she was ready to go back inside and search for a better video. That was when she saw a car coming up the driveway.

She recognized Mr. Michelon as soon as he got out of the driver's side. She watched with interest as a uniformed man got out of the passenger side. He was wearing a gun and a badge so clearly he was a cop of some kind, but just as clearly, this wasn't official business for him because he arrived in something other than a police or sheriff's car. She studied his face: then, as he drew closer, recognition dawned. He was the sheriff of Blugh Bayou. She hadn't realized she had tensed up until she relaxed. The relaxation stemmed from the understanding that he was out of his jurisdiction and therefore couldn't be here officially. She waited placidly as the men walked over to her.

Woody began by introducing the sheriff and quickly explained that Sheriff Evert was here as a courtesy. He said that he hoped that since the homeowners would be housing prisoners in Jeppson's Creek, and since Jeppson's Creek had no official regulations concerning prisoner security standards, that the homeowners would voluntarily adhere to the Bayou's requirements and that Sheriff Evert was here to look over the plans and make suggestions toward ensuring that compliance. He paused to ask if the homeowners were home and when told that neither of them was, he asked how they could be contacted to seek their cooperation. Traci said she would happily give both men the owner's contact information, but stressed that she could speak for them and assured them that they would gladly meet the Bayou's requirements.

Traci knew both phone numbers and could have given them without leaving the two men, ostensibly to go into the house to write the numbers down. She was anxious to leave and was thankful for the excuse to get away from Jethro leering at her. As she turned to leave Jethro spoke up.. He said that they were already in violation, even as they spoke. That gave Traci a bad feeling, but she knew she had to ask. He spoke smugly. "I could take you into custody right now, even out of my jurisdiction, and hold you until I got to speak to your jailer. That could take hours. But since you're standing here, unchained, unshackled, in jeans and a t-shirt and not a prison jumpsuit, and without even a GPS collar on you, it would be well within reason for me to conclude that you had been in the process of escaping and we fortunately interrupted that."

She knew where this was heading and she knew she was absolutely powerless to stop it. Rather than try to prevent the inevitable she decided to go along willingly, in the hope that they would be satisfied with that and leave her be afterwards. She spoke the magic words that she knew he was waiting for. "Sheriff, I would be ever so grateful if you accepted my explanation that my jailer accepted my promise to not escape and left me this way so I could work and help them with the building project." She gestured at the piles of building lumber and building materials in support of her assertion that a building project was indeed underway.

Jethro hitched up his gun belt. "How grateful, exactly, would you be?"

Bingo! Right on cue. Sheriff, you're so fucking obvious you're previous. Okay asshole, I've been handled by worse than you. She smiled seductively, moved closer to him and grabbed both his hands. He didn't resist her actions as she put his hands on her waist, under her t-shirt and used them to raise her shirt while she placed his hands on her breasts. With his hands in place, she let them go and used her hands to unbutton her jeans and push them down her legs. Her panties followed immediately after. Now, close to naked, she said breathily, "I'll be more grateful than I can express with words; I'll have to show my gratitude physically." She stepped out of her panties and jeans then pulled her t-shirt over her head. His hands never left her breasts.

She stood on her toes to reach up to kiss him on his lips while she reached for his fly. It took a bit of fumbling before she got his cock out of his pants, but she managed, then she went to her knees. She put him in her mouth and began stroking him with her lips. He gazed down at the top of her bobbing head, pleased with himself for having maneuvered the situation so masterfully. She's a mite older than how I prefer them, but she's a mighty pretty filly regardless. Better than just that; she's really good at what she's doing.

He allowed her to work on him for a minute before he glanced over at Woody. Woody saw Jethro's movement and tore his eyes off the prisoner to look back. He pantomimed fucking with his hips while pointing at Traci with a questioning look on his face. Jethro grinned and nodded, pleased with the idea. He tapped Traci on the top of her head and said, "On your feet. My friend wants to fuck you in one of your other holes."

She kept him in her mouth and without missing a stroke or changing her tempo, she got onto her feet, spread her legs, and presented her ass for Woody's use. When she was in position, as though she was his to give away, Jethro said to Woody, "Pick a hole. Enjoy yourself." Woody didn't bother to drop his pants; he just unzipped his fly and plunged himself into her pussy.

She had hoped he would choose her ass because in her mind Tony had the exclusive right to use her pussy. As his slave, he, and only he, had the right to give her to another man. This Bozo of a sheriff was infringing on private property. Not to mention violating her rights and breaking another dozen or so laws.

Woody fucked her slowly, gently, as though he was savoring the event like drinking a fine wine. That didn't bother her one way of the other. The fact that he had entered her was the offense; the duration of the intrusion didn't matter. On the plus side, his easy use of her made it easier for her to do a good job on the sheriff. She thought the sheriff was getting close when her other rapist slammed into her like a pile driver. In the space of one strike he went from being gentle to almost violent. It actually felt better for her that way, but it made it hell for her to do anything with the cock in her mouth. With no real choice in the matter she used her arms to push and hold herself away from the sheriff, then allowed the ramming in her pussy to push her back into him. She made no attempt to bob her head or control the tempo of her lips stroking his cock, the rapid pattern enforced on her by Woody would have to be good enough.

Both men finished not too much later, and Jethro allowed her to dress without saying anything. When they were ready to leave, Woody looked at the mess she had made of the soldering effort. He gestured to it and commented that he would return the next day to show her how to correctly sweat a pipe and keep an eye on her progress in case she needed any help with anything else. The look he gave her as he said that made it clear he would fuck her every time he paid her a visit. Not to be outdone, Jethro promised to similarly stop by to make sure the security features were adequate. His phrase 'security features' gave her an idea.

She stood, verging on tears, watching the two men saunter away laughing at Woody's realization that they had found a great way to get laid whenever they were in the mood. Jethro didn't bother to correct Woody by telling him that this bimbo was only one of many he could fuck whenever he wanted to, and at that, he had younger, better looking pussy available to him.