hairless head his pencil. “You’re in Room Nine today. Huh. Good luck in there.”
Oh great. Good luck?
His face drooped, and he looked forlorn, as if he was sending her into battle unarmed. “Just … remember to do what they tell you, okay?”
A cold chill gripped her colon.
“And be there by ten.”
That left her fewer than ten minutes, so she headed down the corridor.
Good luck , the guard had said. Was he trying to scare her? It worked. Her heart thumped against her ribs. She sucked air and stepped into the dark room.
The air was damp, mildewy, sat on her taste buds. It was a peculiar claustrophobic feeling, akin to being buried alive. A metallic, salty tang filled her nostrils. Reminded her of the time she had gone deep-sea fishing with her grandfather off the Jersey shore. He’d caught a marlin, and she’d caught a baby shark.
She could smell that air again now. In the corner of the room there was a chair, more like an exam table, similar to the one they had used her first day there to rape her after her “gynecological exam.” This was shorter, and it also had stirrups. The line of six women moved quickly through, each having a turn in the chair, something being inserted into their vaginas.
“Zoey—let’s go.” Tony shoved her toward the line. When it was her turn, she climbed up, sank back into the plush leather. Her feet were guided into the stirrups.
“Relax, this is nothing. Just inserting an electrode to monitor your responses.”
Chambers said to Ted, who was standing beside her, “Number 99552. Name Zoey. Lot number 8359.”
“Okay, here we go.” She pushed a single finger inside. Zoey barely felt it, and had been unable to see what she was inserting.
Slight pressure, deep. Pulled it out, inserted another finger inside Zoey’s anus, pressed against the wall.
Seven women, including Zoey, were told to strip and were ushered to the center of the room.
The male guards undressed and began stroking themselves. The women were forced to the floor.
Zoey’s guard wanted his dick in her mouth, and she shuddered, knowing resistance would be worse than this. She accepted him, licked the hard shaft, teased the balls with her fingers.
“Good. Get it good and wet. Suck it.”
Lips kissed the tip, took as much of his swollen member into her mouth as she could, and she worked it for about a minute.
He pulled out, knelt beside her. “Turn around.”
On her hands and knees. Wet fingers pawed at her pussy. But then his cheek rested against her ass, steamy breath tickling the delicate hairs, and he licked her asshole. It closed up, resisted his tongue. He plunged his spit-slicked finger inside her anus.
Around her, groans, sobs, squeals of pain. The smell of body fluids ripe, heavy.
“Spread your legs,” he said, and licked her asshole again. The tip of his engorged cock poked against the tiny hole.
“No,” she begged, agonized gasps stealing her voice.
Slowly he impaled her, half an inch at a time, a sensation that she was tearing from the inside out. Pain rippled through her body. He pulled out, a spasm of momentary relief. Drove into her again, and the agony started once more.
“Oh, god!” she sobbed. Tears dripped to the floor, fingernails gouging into the padding beneath her. A bit more until he entered her fully with one final, powerful thrust. She screamed, tried to crawl away. He fucked her ass, pumped and pounded, clutched her hips like handles. Fondled a breast when he could, crushed it against her body, pinched sore, abused nipples. He convulsed against her and pulled out, a blood and cum mixture tricking down the back of her thigh.
Nausea captured her breath, and she collapsed on her side.
After the moaning subsided, after the cries began to die down, a guard said, “Most of you did well. But two of you did not.”
Oh, no. Clamped her eyes shut, clutched her stomach.
“Zoey, Lucy. Over here, please.” Dread washed over her like acid rain. Her feet slipped in the
Oh great. Good luck?
His face drooped, and he looked forlorn, as if he was sending her into battle unarmed. “Just … remember to do what they tell you, okay?”
A cold chill gripped her colon.
“And be there by ten.”
That left her fewer than ten minutes, so she headed down the corridor.
Good luck , the guard had said. Was he trying to scare her? It worked. Her heart thumped against her ribs. She sucked air and stepped into the dark room.
The air was damp, mildewy, sat on her taste buds. It was a peculiar claustrophobic feeling, akin to being buried alive. A metallic, salty tang filled her nostrils. Reminded her of the time she had gone deep-sea fishing with her grandfather off the Jersey shore. He’d caught a marlin, and she’d caught a baby shark.
She could smell that air again now. In the corner of the room there was a chair, more like an exam table, similar to the one they had used her first day there to rape her after her “gynecological exam.” This was shorter, and it also had stirrups. The line of six women moved quickly through, each having a turn in the chair, something being inserted into their vaginas.
“Zoey—let’s go.” Tony shoved her toward the line. When it was her turn, she climbed up, sank back into the plush leather. Her feet were guided into the stirrups.
“Relax, this is nothing. Just inserting an electrode to monitor your responses.”
Chambers said to Ted, who was standing beside her, “Number 99552. Name Zoey. Lot number 8359.”
“Okay, here we go.” She pushed a single finger inside. Zoey barely felt it, and had been unable to see what she was inserting.
Slight pressure, deep. Pulled it out, inserted another finger inside Zoey’s anus, pressed against the wall.
Seven women, including Zoey, were told to strip and were ushered to the center of the room.
The male guards undressed and began stroking themselves. The women were forced to the floor.
Zoey’s guard wanted his dick in her mouth, and she shuddered, knowing resistance would be worse than this. She accepted him, licked the hard shaft, teased the balls with her fingers.
“Good. Get it good and wet. Suck it.”
Lips kissed the tip, took as much of his swollen member into her mouth as she could, and she worked it for about a minute.
He pulled out, knelt beside her. “Turn around.”
On her hands and knees. Wet fingers pawed at her pussy. But then his cheek rested against her ass, steamy breath tickling the delicate hairs, and he licked her asshole. It closed up, resisted his tongue. He plunged his spit-slicked finger inside her anus.
Around her, groans, sobs, squeals of pain. The smell of body fluids ripe, heavy.
“Spread your legs,” he said, and licked her asshole again. The tip of his engorged cock poked against the tiny hole.
“No,” she begged, agonized gasps stealing her voice.
Slowly he impaled her, half an inch at a time, a sensation that she was tearing from the inside out. Pain rippled through her body. He pulled out, a spasm of momentary relief. Drove into her again, and the agony started once more.
“Oh, god!” she sobbed. Tears dripped to the floor, fingernails gouging into the padding beneath her. A bit more until he entered her fully with one final, powerful thrust. She screamed, tried to crawl away. He fucked her ass, pumped and pounded, clutched her hips like handles. Fondled a breast when he could, crushed it against her body, pinched sore, abused nipples. He convulsed against her and pulled out, a blood and cum mixture tricking down the back of her thigh.
Nausea captured her breath, and she collapsed on her side.
After the moaning subsided, after the cries began to die down, a guard said, “Most of you did well. But two of you did not.”
Oh, no. Clamped her eyes shut, clutched her stomach.
“Zoey, Lucy. Over here, please.” Dread washed over her like acid rain. Her feet slipped in the
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