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Countess - Transferred from Shelter to JailCountess ? Transferred from Shelter to Jail ? Part 3This is Part 3 of my dream about having been evacuated from my condominium and forced to remain at a public Shelter during passage of Hurricane Dorian. I continue, late on the first evening?Totally disheveled and humiliated, I staggered from the office of the large, black Shelter Guard. I struggled to regain my wits, having been physically m*****ed and degraded by this b**st. His cock still dripping as he laughed at my departure.?Countess, what happened to you?? A welcomed whisper from my young Friend. My eye makeup was running down my cheeks, my hair was pulled back, one of my breasts was exposed and I had cum on my lips, chin and all over my pink nightie. Worse yet, I felt like a total slut because my nipples were still rock hard, defying my anguish over being ****d. Then I realized that my ears hurt because he had pulled my face onto his cock repeatedly using my little soft ears.?Countess, it looks like you?ve been ****d. ?Cum all over you, and what happened to your ears.? It must have been very visible, little ears beet-red.?Please take me to the bathroom, darling. I need you to clean me up as I have no energy left. That bastard stuffed his huge cock down my throat repeatedly.? Tears came to my eyes. ?I gagged and whimpered but he wouldn?t stop. He kept saying he was ?Face Fucking? me, then his big cock shot loads of his sperm down my throat? spurt after spurt, while he held my ears so I couldn?t pull my face away from his body. His cum even shot out of my nose as it was mashed into his pelvis, and my chin pressed on his big furry balls too. OMG, he really did Face Fuck me!?The lovely young man cleaned me up and used his shirt to cover my cum-covered pink nightie. He walked me back to my bed so I could fall asleep; exhausted and physically violated. As I lay there, I had a strong image in my mind - of my little tummy being filled with sperm from the large black Guard. And the thought of him planning to use me every day when he comes to work. I?m so glad I could tell my young Friend about this oral **** and what will be done to me daily by that horrible brut.Surprisingly, I slept soundly until illegal bahis the next morning when I heard people scurrying around. I sat up, only to realize that my legs were sticky, my toes too, one arm ? OMG my hair was all sticky too? I smelled and tasted the dollops of lotion on me? OMG it was cum all over me. There was so much in my hair, it must have been from a dozen cocks! Surely, many men came close to me as I was sleeping and they jerked their cock while standing over me, shooting their cumloads on me. I totally smelled like cum. A shower would be wonderful, but I also realized that by now, all the men in the Shelter must know that I am the Countess. They all will approach me and want sex with me, or on me. Then I found the small cardboard sign with crude, handwritten letters: We love Countess ? all of us.At 4 pm, the large black Guard came on-duty at the Shelter and predictably walked up to me and smiled. ?You have an appointment in my office at 5 PM. Be there!?But around 4:30, there was a big commotion at the main door of the Shelter. Four policemen barged in and went right to the Guard?s office. They immediately handcuffed him and escorted him out, which was wonderful to see, given his planned activities for me. As the nasty Guard passed me, he hollered ?Hey Bitch, Countess, you?ll get what you deserve at the City Jail. You wait and see!?OH GOD. I remembered what he said would happen to me at the City Jail if they learned I was the Countess. I might be k**napped for their own sexual use for weeks, months, or longer. Maybe my identity would purposefully be lost altogether. Maybe I would be an object of Human Trafficking, possibly being sold to a rich, overseas Cartel for sexual use, hereafter? I must shut my mind off because I can easily create horrible scenarios for my future.I then realized that in my bewildered state last evening, I told my young Friend that the black Guard ****d me, my throat to be exact. Somehow, the young man must have alerted the Police of my ****. He was trying to help me, but the results might be horrible for me. I can survive one Face Fuck but not a life of sexual abuse in a jail.Within minutes, two female Police Officers came to me and said illegal bahis siteleri they must take me to the Police Station for a bodily inspection to validate the **** charge. For anyone else, this would have sounded wonderful and comforting. But I realized that I might end up being someone?s long-term sex toy, piece of meat, or worse. The two Officers gave me no choice but to gather my belongings and get into their patrol car. They were kind, compassionate and surely unaware of the deviant scenario I was worried about.As I was escorted out of the Shelter, I spoke to my young Friend. ?Come see me later today at the Station, darling. I may need your help.?Two days later? Hurricane Dorian had ransacked the southeast coast of Florida and everyone at the Shelter had been kept in lock-up. Not until the storm had abated locally was my young Friend able to hire a Lyft to the Police Station to inquire of my whereabouts and wellbeing.His inquiry was confounded by one big problem - he didn?t know my name. The ?Countess? was known and sexually enjoyed by hundreds of thousands of on-line Friends (admirers or virtual sexual partners) but my Friend could only give a description of me and admit that he knew my Porn Alias. He left the Station in less than ten minutes feeling totally helpless but somewhat comfortable thinking I was in protection, as a **** victim. Wrong!Back to the day of my arrival at the Station? The two kind, female Officers escorted me into a clean ?Processing? room and instructed me to remove my clothes in privacy and put on the standard green paper, hospital gown that was open in the back. When I was ?dressed? in the new, scratchy attire, they proceeded to give me both a vaginal and anal inspection. One did the probing and sample collection of my internal juices using latex gloves, while the other looked on (with noticeable interest in me). When the inspection was complete, I had to explain that it was ?only? an oral ****, with the man cumming in my mouth, and deeper. They took oral samples of my saliva but I told them that I had washed earlier, not knowing I would be processed for evidence.They left and as I started to get dressed, two other females entered the room, canlı bahis siteleri forcefully. They were dressed in different attire and had very stern looks on their faces. ?We are Wardens in this jail and you are now Our property, pretty girly. And we?ve been told you are the Countess. Isn?t that special!? They smiled at each other with upturned eyes, as if they had captured a fine specimen. I shuddered as the lead Warden was very large, with very short hair in a crewcut ? clearly validating her Bull Dyke personality. The other Warden was submissive, small and seemingly unallowed to speak.?Remove your clothes.? The Bull ordered. ?Get that cute thong off too, girly!? I had no choice, as I was frightened physically. Trembling and having trouble keeping my balance, I asked. ?Won?t I be released on my own personal cognizance now that the **** processing is complete???Hell no, girly, the Guard at the Public Shelter is my brother and he said you hurt him. ?Said you bit him while he was feeding you. And he told me to look on-line to see who you are. I just did, and I see that you?re famous ? you?re the rich-bitch white MILF ?Countess? and you love everyone?s cocks, around the world, and girlies too. Maybe you?ll like my big black pussy when I sit on your pretty MILF face darling. Ask my little Ass-istant here, how good my big black pussy tastes when I squirt in her mouth and make her lick my big bottom.? The little Warden nodded submissively, clearly experienced with her intimate duties.?As for your identity, consider it gone, forever girly! These pretty clothes of yours and your fine Gucci handbag are going into our big incinerator. They?ll be ashes in minutes. And here?s your Driver?s License ? your only real form of identity in this building.? She held it in her fingers. ?Cindy, bend over and show the Countess your little ass hole.? She obeyed immediately, lowered her pants and pulled her cheeks apart. ?Make a big red prolapse for the Countess. Show her what you?ve learned under my direction.?To my horror, the small girl pushed her muscles to open her anus and extrude a big red loaf of prolapse meat, into which the large Warden inserted my License until it totally disappeared. The little ass took the object inside like it was a hungry mouth eating its first meal of the day. ?See Countess, this is where your identity is lost. You?ll carry this image with you for the rest of your sorry life. Now you?re mine.?To be continued in Part 4