Y4H: Tell a cock-and-bull story (4d)

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You: Ah, yeah, it's true [you look down and a little embarrassed]...after what happened my first night.
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DA: And what was that?
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Here goes nothing...
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You: Well...[you give a more-or less accurate account of your inprocessing]...and then they left me in a cell alone for the night.  So I stretched out on my bunk and went to sleep.  It was a few hours later when I woke up - I thought my door was opening...and I sat up to see, and there was this big black dude sitting down on the bunk next to me.
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She definitely looks interested, even sympathetic.
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DA: What happened next?
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You: Well, he put an arm around me, and started telling me "Relax, relax, it's gonna be all right."  And I opened my mouth to say something, but real soft, 'cause he felt real strong, but he put a finger over my lips and said "shhhhhh."  And then I opened my mouth again and he put his finger inside it, so I really couldn't say anything.  And I didn't dare bite it.  And then he started rubbing his fingertips all around on my back, and going, "shhhhh...it's okay...it's all okay..."
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DA: (her eyes wide, hanging on your every word) What happened next? 
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The jury is also paying close attention.  You don't think about their responses; you're inventing as fast as you can.
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You: Well, then he put his mouth up to my ear and whispered "suck it."  And I went "hmmm?"  And he grabbed me around the shoulders and let me feel just a little how strong he was, and he whispered "suck it!"  So I started sucking on his finger.  And he was whispering "that's right, that's right" and started rubbing his fingers around on my back again, and did that a little while.
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And then he took his finger out and he whispered, "Just keep quiet now and you'll be okay."  And he pulled my arms up and lifted my shirt off and started feeling on my chest and back, and whispering, "Very nice, ''very'' nice, very nice it is!"  And then he took my right hand and put it in his lap, and moved around 'til I could feel his cock through his pants.  And he whispered, "I've got something waiting for you. But I'm gonna give you a choice."
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He kept on whispering. "It can go in your mouth, or it can go in your pretty lily-white ass.  And if you don't say nothin', it'll go where I want it to go."  He started taking his big right hand and stroking my face.  "You better pick pretty quick!" 
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DA: (her breathing is definitely irregular) What did you do?
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You: Well, I was scared as hell,
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I'll introduce you to my buddies, and then it's gonna be like, "choo chooooo!"  So the next morning I called Whitley quick, and said, "You've gotta get me out of here!"  And she did.
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DA: [Struggles to remember her remaining questions, but fails] No further questions. [She sits down, exhausted and even sweating, yet she hasn't been working that hard.]

Revision as of 02:14, 9 June 2011

You: Ah, yeah, it's true [you look down and a little embarrassed]...after what happened my first night.

DA: And what was that?

Here goes nothing...

You: Well...[you give a more-or less accurate account of your inprocessing]...and then they left me in a cell alone for the night. So I stretched out on my bunk and went to sleep. It was a few hours later when I woke up - I thought my door was opening...and I sat up to see, and there was this big black dude sitting down on the bunk next to me.

She definitely looks interested, even sympathetic.

DA: What happened next?

You: Well, he put an arm around me, and started telling me "Relax, relax, it's gonna be all right." And I opened my mouth to say something, but real soft, 'cause he felt real strong, but he put a finger over my lips and said "shhhhhh." And then I opened my mouth again and he put his finger inside it, so I really couldn't say anything. And I didn't dare bite it. And then he started rubbing his fingertips all around on my back, and going, "shhhhh...it's okay...it's all okay..."

DA: (her eyes wide, hanging on your every word) What happened next?

The jury is also paying close attention. You don't think about their responses; you're inventing as fast as you can.

You: Well, then he put his mouth up to my ear and whispered "suck it." And I went "hmmm?" And he grabbed me around the shoulders and let me feel just a little how strong he was, and he whispered "suck it!" So I started sucking on his finger. And he was whispering "that's right, that's right" and started rubbing his fingers around on my back again, and did that a little while.

And then he took his finger out and he whispered, "Just keep quiet now and you'll be okay." And he pulled my arms up and lifted my shirt off and started feeling on my chest and back, and whispering, "Very nice, very nice, very nice it is!" And then he took my right hand and put it in his lap, and moved around 'til I could feel his cock through his pants. And he whispered, "I've got something waiting for you. But I'm gonna give you a choice."

He kept on whispering. "It can go in your mouth, or it can go in your pretty lily-white ass. And if you don't say nothin', it'll go where I want it to go." He started taking his big right hand and stroking my face. "You better pick pretty quick!"

DA: (her breathing is definitely irregular) What did you do?

You: Well, I was scared as hell,



I'll introduce you to my buddies, and then it's gonna be like, "choo chooooo!" So the next morning I called Whitley quick, and said, "You've gotta get me out of here!" And she did.

DA: [Struggles to remember her remaining questions, but fails] No further questions. [She sits down, exhausted and even sweating, yet she hasn't been working that hard.]






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