Guard Duty

"I'm a transsexual," Susan repeated, her voice soft.

"You want to be a woman? Is that it? You a cross dresser?"

"No, I am a woman," Susan explained, "trapped in a man's body." It seemed unlikely to her that the guard had never heard of the condition. Maybe she's merely feigning ignorance, the better to fuck with me, Susan thought. The transsexual felt as if she'd burst into tears at any moment.

The guard laughed, but there was no merriment in the sound. It was cruel. Heartless. "There ain't no such animal."

"Please," Susan begged, "let me go. I'm not carrying anything dangerous. I'm harmless. I'm just a passenger, trying - "

"Shut up!"

Susan silenced herself.

"You want to be a woman? Get down on your hands and knees, bitch!"

Susan whimpered. "Please - "

"NOW!"

Susan sank to her knees. She let her upper body fall forward, catching her weight upon her outspread palms.

The guard removed the baton from the holster belted to her side. She pointed the thick end of the club against the cleavage dividing the sleek mounds of her round derriere. The division between Susan's buttocks indented, and the passenger squirmed. The guard shoved the baton harder, and its thick end pressed into the part between the writhing passenger's ass. The baton traced the cleavage, sliding down to rest against the back of Susan's scrotum. There it rested a moment, and then Susan felt the heavy, blunt end of the club fall away from her.

"Maybe I should stick this baton up your ass," the guard threatened.

"Please, no!" Susan protested.

The club struck a savage blow, flattening the cheeks of Susan's bottom. The naked passenger screamed.

"I think I will fuck you," the guard declared.

Susan whimpered. She wanted to protest again, but she dared not. Her ass stung from the blow of the baton, and she had no doubt that the guard would not hesitate to rain down several more, even harder blows, just as Madame Sharon was wont to do whenever Susan forgot herself and voiced a complaint or an objection. She bit her lips, while warm tears streamed down her face. If the guard rammed the baton up her ass, the weapon could well rip her entrails. Susan could bleed to death from the injuries.