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Laura was a strong, determined woman. Under normal circumstances no one could get her to do anything against her will. The other inmates, however, outnumbered her and had overpowered her with infuriating ease. The other women had stripped Laura down to her prison issue bra and panties. Now using strips of her torn clothes, they tied her standing up to the bunk bed. Her arms were outstretched as if she were being crucified, and her legs were spread wide, leaving her alarmingly vulnerable.
Pieces of shredded cloth dug into her wrists and ankles, pressing her bare flesh against the cold metal bed frame. Her circulation was restricted, but not enough to keep the blood from rushing to her face. Laura's cheeks burned with anger and humilitation. In the three weeks Laura had spent at Newgate Prison for Women she had gone out of her way to avoid making trouble with the other inmates. The attempt had obviously backfired.
„Bitch!“ Laura spat as Rhonda, the ringleader of the group. Laura had been tied facing the bunk with her back to the other inmates and she had to twist her neck to look Rhonda in the face. She shook her head to toss her long blonde hair out of her eyes.
„As soon as the guard walks by you'll all be in a world of shit!“
Then Laura noticed the uniformed figure leaning against the bars from outside the cell. Had she been paid off, or did she just get off on this sort of thing? Judging from the sadistic nature most of the guards displayed, the latter seemed the most likely. Laura should have been appalled, but nothing surprised her anymore.
Out of the corner of her eye, Laura saw one of the half-dozen inmates step forward. She couldn't make out Rhonda's muscular frame until the other woman had slipped her arms around her and started squeezing her breasts. Laura tried to recoil when she felt Rhonda's tongue slither into her ear, but bound as she was, there was nowhere to go.
„You know I get the feeling that you don't like us,“ snarled Rhonda. „You think you're just too fucking good for the rest of us. You come in here with those big beautyful tits of yours and that pretty little ass and you don't even have the decency to share with your roommates. You're going to have to be taught a lesson, bitch! No one say no to me!“
Rhonda's fingernails dug through Laura's bra and sank painfully into the flesh beneath. The bound woman stifled a sob. Any sign of weakness would only please Rhonda. Laura resigned herself to bearing the pain, realizing that it was mild compared to what was come.
Suddenly the pain was gone, as was Laura's bra. The cotton fabric was torn away in pieces. Laura's sweaty breasts swung free before the eyes of all the spectators. Her underpants came off in a similar fashion, leaving her totally naked and utterly humiliated.
With the benefit of hindsight, Laura realized that it may have been a mistake to shrug off Rhonda's sexual advances. Rhonda had been putting the moves on her from day one. Laura had politely, but firmly, said „no thanks“. She had never desires sex with a member of her own gender, but consenting to lesbian sex might have been preferable to her current situation.
The five other inmates descended upon her, and Laura felt a seemingly endless procession of hands grope and inspect her naked body. She closed her eyes to shut it all out. How could they be doing this to her? This was the sort of thing men would do to them.
„Don't fight it, sweet girl,“ whispered Jaqueline, a statuesque women. „Your ass belongs to Rhonda now. Get used to it. Laura had always thought of her as a friendly acquaitance more or less, but Jaqueline was part of Rhonda's camp. Siding with the strong was part of prison life if you wanted to survive.
The flurry of grasping hands was soon followed by sucking lips and probing tongue. One of the women violated Laura's anus with a finger, while a set of theet dug painfully into the soft flesh of her buttocks.
Suddenly there was a commotion, and Laure felt the other inmates pull away from her. For awhile she refused to open her eyes. She preferred to remain in darkness, her only sensation being that of the cool sheen of saliva that coated the most intimate parts of her body.
„Get off her!“ bellowed Rhonda in a „no bullshit“ tone of voice. „Can't you see she's too good for us? I think we have to show her just how much she really needs us.“
Rhonda crossed over the bars. The guard removed her leather belt and with a smile handed it to Rhonda. Laura's heart sank. She didn't need to be told what the belt would be used for.
„Hey, look I'm sorry, all right,“ ventured Laura. She struggled against her bonds with renewed vigor. The effort got her nowhere.
„I-I didn't realize it meant so much to y-...“
Lauta's voice caught in her throat as the belt was looped between her legs and pulled tight against her naked cunt. Rhonda stroked the belt slowly back and forth over Laura's sex. A warm glow began to develop in her lower regions. Under less dire circumstances she might have actually enjoyed the sensation.
„Don't bother trying to make nice now,“ said Rhonda, continiuing to pump the belt between Laura's legs.“ „Before we're done here you're gonna be begging to go down on me.“
Rhonda slit the belt out of Laura's crotch and dangled it in front of her face. It glistened with Laura's fluids, and it was close enough to fill her nostrils with her own musky scent. She hadn't thought it possible that she could be humiliated any further, but noe the other women had proof that she was becoming aroused.
„Looks like the bitch is getting off on being tied up,“ sneered one of the other inmates. It sounded like Maxine from two cells down, but Laura couldn't see her.
„Then she's going to love this,“ laughed Rhonda as she doubled the belt up in her hand and brought it down with full force against Laura's naked bottom. Her buttocks rippled with the force of the blow and a searing pain shot through her backside. Despite her best efforts, a high pitched squeal of pain and surprise escaped her lips.
„Hey, you better keep her quiet,“ the guard said. „We don't want to attract too much attention.“
Suddenly Laura felt a strip of cloth being stuffed between her teeth. As the cloth was tied off against the back of her head, Laura realized she was being gagged with the torn remains of her own panties. Each knew indignity gouged another chip out of her spirit.
Rhonda let the belt fly once again. The leather smacked loudly against the soft flesh just behind Laura's right breast. She tried to cry out again, but the gag muffled most of the sound. Even that much freedom had been taken from her.
The belt's next target was the space between Laura's shoulder blades. The pain flared nova bright for an agonized instant before fading to a dull glow. Her left thigh explodes with pain next, then a white hot agony jolted through her right shoulder.
Each blow of the belt sent signals through Laura's nervous system that inexplicably zeroed in on her cunt. It infuriated her to know that she was becoming aroused by her subjugation. Her last reserves of stoicism had been depleted. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she sobbed loudly.
Brenda climbed onto the lower bunk in front of laura. At eighteen, Brenda was the youngest of all the women present, but she was just as sadistic as the rest of them. Laura watched helplessly as the girl produced a pair of wire twist ties she had probably smuggled from the prison kitchen.
Brenda pinched Laura's left nipple hard and pulled it taut. Laura hadn't realized until just then how hard her nipples had become. Brenda encircled Laura's nipple with the little wire, twisted it until Laura sqealed with discomfort, then turned it a few more times for good measure. She did the same with Laura's other nipple, squeezing the wire even tighter.
Pain flared in Laura's chest as Brenda smacked her left breast with the flat of her hand.
„Hey, look at those udders bounce!“ she giggled with sadistic glee. She slapped Laura's right tit then with even greater force. The makeshift nipple clips seemed to double the pain. She continued violently slapping Laura's breasts in a rhythmic pattern.
Meanwhile, Rhonda was still flogging her steadily from behind. It felt like every inchof her back, legs, and bottom was covered with bright red weals. Her cunt ached with a desire she did not fully understand but acknowledged nonetheless. Through a haze of tears and pain Laura noticed a new participant. Sarah, a particularly butch looking brunette, was crouching behind her. In her hand was a foot long rubber dildo, sculpted to look just like a real cock. Lord only knew how they had smuggled that in.
It was at that moment that Laura realized she had been utterly broken. Despite the degradation, or perhapx because of it, she wanted nothing more than to feel the dildo sliding into her, parting the lips of her cunt and plunged into the depths of her very being. Her need to come superseeded everything else.
Sarah positioned the dildo at the opening of Laura's cunt and, with a savage thrust buried half its length inside her. Laura screamed into the gag again, but this time it was a shriek of unbridled pleasure. Brenda continued batting her tits back and forth, and Rhonda was still flailing away with the belt, but all Laura could think about were the sensations rippling through her cunt.
Brenda stopped her assault on Laura's breasts long enough to wirl several strands of Laura's blonde pubic hair between her fingers. Laura sensed wath was to come next, but she lacked the strength to put up even the most feeble protest. She belonged to these women now, she finally realized.
Brenda let her fingers dance over Laura's engorged clit for a few brief tantalizing moments. Then a new pain, sharper and more intense than any that had been inflicted upon her so far, shot though Laura's groin like a steel spike. She shrieked into the gag. Brenda held up for all to see the small tuft of golden pubic hairs that she had uprooted.
As that newest white flash of pain began to subside, Laura realized that she was no longer being whipped. The pain had become such a constant thing that she hadn't noticed exactly when Rhonda had set the belt aside. The only sensation she was now receiving was that of the dildo pumping in and out of her pussy with savage intensity.
Then the dildo was extracted with a wet pop, and Laura couldn't hold back a wail of despair. The other women laughed, obviously delighting in Laura's desperate state of desire. Was there no end to their cruelty, she wondered.
Rhonda moved up next to her hand, just as she had done before, swirled her tongue around the inside of Laura's ear. Strangely, she didn't feel the urge to recoil as she had before. The sensation was soft, sensuous.
„You're not getting off that easy,“ said Rhonda, as she untied Laura's gag. „I think you have something to say to me first.“
Laura didn't understand at first. Then she remembered what Rhonda had said to her earlier.
„Please,“ she sobbed, her voice hoarse from screaming. „Please let me go down on you, Rhonda. I'll make you feel really good, I promise. Just make me come, please!“ Laura wasn't sure what surprised her most, the fact that she had said the words, or the sincerity with which she said them.
As Rhonda undressed, she smiled at her new plaything. Her huge breasts tumbled out of her shirt as she unbuttoned it, then she pushed her pants down over the curve of her hips. Perhaps it was because of her advanced state of arousal, but Laura found herself looking at Rhonda's lean naked body in a new light. She found the sight stimulating, and wanted to pleasure this woman even more.
Once she was finished undressing, Rhonda climbed onto the top bunk and hooked her legs over Laura's shoulders. She grabbed Laura's head with both hands and thrust her brown-furred snatch against the bound woman's mouth. Laura would not have been able to turn away even if she had wanted to.
With her mouth pressed against Rhonda's open pussy, Laura's tongue began to work. She had never gone down on a woman before, but instinct seemed to take over. Her tongue danced over her cellmate's cunt with a vengeance. What she lacked in skill she more than made up for in zeal.
Laura felt something pressing against her anus. By the time she realized that it was the dildo, it had been shoved a good three inches up her back door and was plunging even deeper. It was unlike any feeling she'd ever experienced before. What little pain was involved was eclipsed by the beating she had just gone through, leaving only the pleasurable aspects.
Being but fucked with the dildo distracted her temporarily from her duty to Rhonda. A sharp tug of her hair reminded Laura of her obligation, and her tongue continued its work.
Laura sensed some kind of movement on the lower bunk. A sense of joy nearly overwhelmed her as she felt a warm mouth pressing against her aching cunt. Out of the corner of her eye she cought a flash of skin and realized it was Jaqueline who was pleasuring her. The warmth in her cunt was rising to a boil.
This time Laura refused to let herself be distracted. She plunged her tongue in and out of Rhonda's cunt, making sure to lap at her firm clit on each out stroke. Rhonda was gyrating on the mattress, pressing her cunt harder against Laura's face. Suddenly Rhonda came, her cunt erupting with fluid and bathing Laura's mouth and nose.
The dildo in Laura's bottom and the tongue in her pussy continued to work their magic. She found herself teetering on the brink of what would no doubt be the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She found the prospect almost frightening, but she was far beyond turning back.
As Laura's climax racked her body, something seemed to explode in her brain. In that one swet instant she felt liberated from the pain, from prison, from everything. She felt more free then than she had since the beginning of her incarceration. The climax pulsed through her body more times than she could count, until finally, inevitable, it faded to a dull glow.
As Rhonda's party began to break up and other inmates went back to their own cells, Laura was released, but only briefly. She was palced on the lower bunk and her limbs were retied to each of the bed's four corners.
Finally, she and Rhonda were alone. Laura's new mistress, the woman who now owned her bottom, lay down on top of her. Rhonda's thighs pressed down against Laura's still aching cunt, and their tits mashed together in a sweaty mass of flesh.
„Hope you weren't planning on getting much sleep tonight,“ said Rhonda, before giving her new whore a deep tongue kiss. She began rocking back and forth, rubbing her thigh against Laura's pussy, and humping her own cunt against Laura's upper leg.
Part of Laura still wanted to resist, but common sense took over. She thought of the way she had felt as that orgasm had come crashing down on her. It had been like flying. She wouldn't be eligible for parole for another three years, and until then freedom was a precious commodity. If becoming Rhonda's whore was the price to pay for that feeling of liberation, then so be it.
„Take me,“ she moaned.
Pieces of shredded cloth dug into her wrists and ankles, pressing her bare flesh against the cold metal bed frame. Her circulation was restricted, but not enough to keep the blood from rushing to her face. Laura's cheeks burned with anger and humilitation. In the three weeks Laura had spent at Newgate Prison for Women she had gone out of her way to avoid making trouble with the other inmates. The attempt had obviously backfired.
„Bitch!“ Laura spat as Rhonda, the ringleader of the group. Laura had been tied facing the bunk with her back to the other inmates and she had to twist her neck to look Rhonda in the face. She shook her head to toss her long blonde hair out of her eyes.
„As soon as the guard walks by you'll all be in a world of shit!“
Then Laura noticed the uniformed figure leaning against the bars from outside the cell. Had she been paid off, or did she just get off on this sort of thing? Judging from the sadistic nature most of the guards displayed, the latter seemed the most likely. Laura should have been appalled, but nothing surprised her anymore.
Out of the corner of her eye, Laura saw one of the half-dozen inmates step forward. She couldn't make out Rhonda's muscular frame until the other woman had slipped her arms around her and started squeezing her breasts. Laura tried to recoil when she felt Rhonda's tongue slither into her ear, but bound as she was, there was nowhere to go.
„You know I get the feeling that you don't like us,“ snarled Rhonda. „You think you're just too fucking good for the rest of us. You come in here with those big beautyful tits of yours and that pretty little ass and you don't even have the decency to share with your roommates. You're going to have to be taught a lesson, bitch! No one say no to me!“
Rhonda's fingernails dug through Laura's bra and sank painfully into the flesh beneath. The bound woman stifled a sob. Any sign of weakness would only please Rhonda. Laura resigned herself to bearing the pain, realizing that it was mild compared to what was come.
Suddenly the pain was gone, as was Laura's bra. The cotton fabric was torn away in pieces. Laura's sweaty breasts swung free before the eyes of all the spectators. Her underpants came off in a similar fashion, leaving her totally naked and utterly humiliated.
With the benefit of hindsight, Laura realized that it may have been a mistake to shrug off Rhonda's sexual advances. Rhonda had been putting the moves on her from day one. Laura had politely, but firmly, said „no thanks“. She had never desires sex with a member of her own gender, but consenting to lesbian sex might have been preferable to her current situation.
The five other inmates descended upon her, and Laura felt a seemingly endless procession of hands grope and inspect her naked body. She closed her eyes to shut it all out. How could they be doing this to her? This was the sort of thing men would do to them.
„Don't fight it, sweet girl,“ whispered Jaqueline, a statuesque women. „Your ass belongs to Rhonda now. Get used to it. Laura had always thought of her as a friendly acquaitance more or less, but Jaqueline was part of Rhonda's camp. Siding with the strong was part of prison life if you wanted to survive.
The flurry of grasping hands was soon followed by sucking lips and probing tongue. One of the women violated Laura's anus with a finger, while a set of theet dug painfully into the soft flesh of her buttocks.
Suddenly there was a commotion, and Laure felt the other inmates pull away from her. For awhile she refused to open her eyes. She preferred to remain in darkness, her only sensation being that of the cool sheen of saliva that coated the most intimate parts of her body.
„Get off her!“ bellowed Rhonda in a „no bullshit“ tone of voice. „Can't you see she's too good for us? I think we have to show her just how much she really needs us.“
Rhonda crossed over the bars. The guard removed her leather belt and with a smile handed it to Rhonda. Laura's heart sank. She didn't need to be told what the belt would be used for.
„Hey, look I'm sorry, all right,“ ventured Laura. She struggled against her bonds with renewed vigor. The effort got her nowhere.
„I-I didn't realize it meant so much to y-...“
Lauta's voice caught in her throat as the belt was looped between her legs and pulled tight against her naked cunt. Rhonda stroked the belt slowly back and forth over Laura's sex. A warm glow began to develop in her lower regions. Under less dire circumstances she might have actually enjoyed the sensation.
„Don't bother trying to make nice now,“ said Rhonda, continiuing to pump the belt between Laura's legs.“ „Before we're done here you're gonna be begging to go down on me.“
Rhonda slit the belt out of Laura's crotch and dangled it in front of her face. It glistened with Laura's fluids, and it was close enough to fill her nostrils with her own musky scent. She hadn't thought it possible that she could be humiliated any further, but noe the other women had proof that she was becoming aroused.
„Looks like the bitch is getting off on being tied up,“ sneered one of the other inmates. It sounded like Maxine from two cells down, but Laura couldn't see her.
„Then she's going to love this,“ laughed Rhonda as she doubled the belt up in her hand and brought it down with full force against Laura's naked bottom. Her buttocks rippled with the force of the blow and a searing pain shot through her backside. Despite her best efforts, a high pitched squeal of pain and surprise escaped her lips.
„Hey, you better keep her quiet,“ the guard said. „We don't want to attract too much attention.“
Suddenly Laura felt a strip of cloth being stuffed between her teeth. As the cloth was tied off against the back of her head, Laura realized she was being gagged with the torn remains of her own panties. Each knew indignity gouged another chip out of her spirit.
Rhonda let the belt fly once again. The leather smacked loudly against the soft flesh just behind Laura's right breast. She tried to cry out again, but the gag muffled most of the sound. Even that much freedom had been taken from her.
The belt's next target was the space between Laura's shoulder blades. The pain flared nova bright for an agonized instant before fading to a dull glow. Her left thigh explodes with pain next, then a white hot agony jolted through her right shoulder.
Each blow of the belt sent signals through Laura's nervous system that inexplicably zeroed in on her cunt. It infuriated her to know that she was becoming aroused by her subjugation. Her last reserves of stoicism had been depleted. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she sobbed loudly.
Brenda climbed onto the lower bunk in front of laura. At eighteen, Brenda was the youngest of all the women present, but she was just as sadistic as the rest of them. Laura watched helplessly as the girl produced a pair of wire twist ties she had probably smuggled from the prison kitchen.
Brenda pinched Laura's left nipple hard and pulled it taut. Laura hadn't realized until just then how hard her nipples had become. Brenda encircled Laura's nipple with the little wire, twisted it until Laura sqealed with discomfort, then turned it a few more times for good measure. She did the same with Laura's other nipple, squeezing the wire even tighter.
Pain flared in Laura's chest as Brenda smacked her left breast with the flat of her hand.
„Hey, look at those udders bounce!“ she giggled with sadistic glee. She slapped Laura's right tit then with even greater force. The makeshift nipple clips seemed to double the pain. She continued violently slapping Laura's breasts in a rhythmic pattern.
Meanwhile, Rhonda was still flogging her steadily from behind. It felt like every inchof her back, legs, and bottom was covered with bright red weals. Her cunt ached with a desire she did not fully understand but acknowledged nonetheless. Through a haze of tears and pain Laura noticed a new participant. Sarah, a particularly butch looking brunette, was crouching behind her. In her hand was a foot long rubber dildo, sculpted to look just like a real cock. Lord only knew how they had smuggled that in.
It was at that moment that Laura realized she had been utterly broken. Despite the degradation, or perhapx because of it, she wanted nothing more than to feel the dildo sliding into her, parting the lips of her cunt and plunged into the depths of her very being. Her need to come superseeded everything else.
Sarah positioned the dildo at the opening of Laura's cunt and, with a savage thrust buried half its length inside her. Laura screamed into the gag again, but this time it was a shriek of unbridled pleasure. Brenda continued batting her tits back and forth, and Rhonda was still flailing away with the belt, but all Laura could think about were the sensations rippling through her cunt.
Brenda stopped her assault on Laura's breasts long enough to wirl several strands of Laura's blonde pubic hair between her fingers. Laura sensed wath was to come next, but she lacked the strength to put up even the most feeble protest. She belonged to these women now, she finally realized.
Brenda let her fingers dance over Laura's engorged clit for a few brief tantalizing moments. Then a new pain, sharper and more intense than any that had been inflicted upon her so far, shot though Laura's groin like a steel spike. She shrieked into the gag. Brenda held up for all to see the small tuft of golden pubic hairs that she had uprooted.
As that newest white flash of pain began to subside, Laura realized that she was no longer being whipped. The pain had become such a constant thing that she hadn't noticed exactly when Rhonda had set the belt aside. The only sensation she was now receiving was that of the dildo pumping in and out of her pussy with savage intensity.
Then the dildo was extracted with a wet pop, and Laura couldn't hold back a wail of despair. The other women laughed, obviously delighting in Laura's desperate state of desire. Was there no end to their cruelty, she wondered.
Rhonda moved up next to her hand, just as she had done before, swirled her tongue around the inside of Laura's ear. Strangely, she didn't feel the urge to recoil as she had before. The sensation was soft, sensuous.
„You're not getting off that easy,“ said Rhonda, as she untied Laura's gag. „I think you have something to say to me first.“
Laura didn't understand at first. Then she remembered what Rhonda had said to her earlier.
„Please,“ she sobbed, her voice hoarse from screaming. „Please let me go down on you, Rhonda. I'll make you feel really good, I promise. Just make me come, please!“ Laura wasn't sure what surprised her most, the fact that she had said the words, or the sincerity with which she said them.
As Rhonda undressed, she smiled at her new plaything. Her huge breasts tumbled out of her shirt as she unbuttoned it, then she pushed her pants down over the curve of her hips. Perhaps it was because of her advanced state of arousal, but Laura found herself looking at Rhonda's lean naked body in a new light. She found the sight stimulating, and wanted to pleasure this woman even more.
Once she was finished undressing, Rhonda climbed onto the top bunk and hooked her legs over Laura's shoulders. She grabbed Laura's head with both hands and thrust her brown-furred snatch against the bound woman's mouth. Laura would not have been able to turn away even if she had wanted to.
With her mouth pressed against Rhonda's open pussy, Laura's tongue began to work. She had never gone down on a woman before, but instinct seemed to take over. Her tongue danced over her cellmate's cunt with a vengeance. What she lacked in skill she more than made up for in zeal.
Laura felt something pressing against her anus. By the time she realized that it was the dildo, it had been shoved a good three inches up her back door and was plunging even deeper. It was unlike any feeling she'd ever experienced before. What little pain was involved was eclipsed by the beating she had just gone through, leaving only the pleasurable aspects.
Being but fucked with the dildo distracted her temporarily from her duty to Rhonda. A sharp tug of her hair reminded Laura of her obligation, and her tongue continued its work.
Laura sensed some kind of movement on the lower bunk. A sense of joy nearly overwhelmed her as she felt a warm mouth pressing against her aching cunt. Out of the corner of her eye she cought a flash of skin and realized it was Jaqueline who was pleasuring her. The warmth in her cunt was rising to a boil.
This time Laura refused to let herself be distracted. She plunged her tongue in and out of Rhonda's cunt, making sure to lap at her firm clit on each out stroke. Rhonda was gyrating on the mattress, pressing her cunt harder against Laura's face. Suddenly Rhonda came, her cunt erupting with fluid and bathing Laura's mouth and nose.
The dildo in Laura's bottom and the tongue in her pussy continued to work their magic. She found herself teetering on the brink of what would no doubt be the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She found the prospect almost frightening, but she was far beyond turning back.
As Laura's climax racked her body, something seemed to explode in her brain. In that one swet instant she felt liberated from the pain, from prison, from everything. She felt more free then than she had since the beginning of her incarceration. The climax pulsed through her body more times than she could count, until finally, inevitable, it faded to a dull glow.
As Rhonda's party began to break up and other inmates went back to their own cells, Laura was released, but only briefly. She was palced on the lower bunk and her limbs were retied to each of the bed's four corners.
Finally, she and Rhonda were alone. Laura's new mistress, the woman who now owned her bottom, lay down on top of her. Rhonda's thighs pressed down against Laura's still aching cunt, and their tits mashed together in a sweaty mass of flesh.
„Hope you weren't planning on getting much sleep tonight,“ said Rhonda, before giving her new whore a deep tongue kiss. She began rocking back and forth, rubbing her thigh against Laura's pussy, and humping her own cunt against Laura's upper leg.
Part of Laura still wanted to resist, but common sense took over. She thought of the way she had felt as that orgasm had come crashing down on her. It had been like flying. She wouldn't be eligible for parole for another three years, and until then freedom was a precious commodity. If becoming Rhonda's whore was the price to pay for that feeling of liberation, then so be it.
„Take me,“ she moaned.
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