"Well, shit my pants," said one of the prisoners gleefully. "Look at that piece of ass!"
He was huge, well over six-feet, wearing prison overalls. His three companions were only slightly smaller than he was and it was clear he was the leader. He stroked his large black beard and laughed.
"Show us your ass, cock-sucker," he bellowed.
The men in the other cells cheered and struggled to get closer to the terrified girl. Lena wept and clutched at the bars, trying somehow to escape. But Fiona seized her arm and pulled her round to face the four men.
"Do as he says or you'll be sorry." She smiled and she leaned back against the bars beside the right hand cell. Instantly hands grabbed her and Lena stared as she thought all three of them were going to be raped. But Fiona turned and viciously stabbed the man with a small knife she had produced from somewhere. The man staggered back, blood pouring from his arm.
"You fuck with a grade four?" Fiona snarled. "Guards!"
The man rushed back to the bars. "Please, no," he wailed, "it was only a joke!"
But it was too late. Three male guards rushed along the corridor and a key rattled in the lock. The man, blood still pouring from his arm, tried to hide at the back of the cell, but nobody helped him. The guards walked through and the man screamed as they beat him to the floor. They dragged his unconscious body away and one of the guards grinned at Fiona as they left.
"Fuckers never learn," he said.
Fiona smiled and winked at him. "See you later," she said. "We owe you."
The beating had taken some of the steam out of the men. But the huge man with the beard put it back in by striding up close to Lena and pulling her round to face him with a tug on her neck chain.
"Now show us your ass, fuck-face," he demanded, slamming Lena back against the bars as the other men cheered.
Lena gasped and her body trembled as she looked at the hungry faces round her. All of them looked as, if they hadn't had a woman in months.
"Show us your ass," the bearded man snarled.
There was something in his voice that made Lena shudder. Slowly she reached down and lifted the hem of her leather dress up over her thighs until the first of her red, whipped flesh came into view. The men whistled and called their approval. "Higher!"
Shaking in terror, Lena lifted the dress until her pussy was revealed and another great yell went up from all the men. Lena sobbed, but her fingers somehow continued lifting and the whole of her whipped ass was clear of the dress. He ordered her to bend over and she did, sobbing with the dreadful humiliation.
"Turn round shit-ass," snapped the man.
Wishing she was dead, she turned and bent over, shrinking in mortal fear. The tide of cat calls and whistles echoed around the cells.
"Hey, hey," said the man, "You sure got to her, didn't you? Whipped the shit out of the little cunt. What the fuck did she do?"
"None of your business," Nancy snapped and the crop slapped into her palm again. "You ain't here to ask questions, you're here because of your cock. Now use it or I'll have you thrown in another cell and you can watch."
The man stared at Nancy and almost went for her, but the memory of the other inmate held him back. He unzipped the front of his pants and pulled his cock out. It gave Lena a new fear. It was huge, nine inches of rock-hard cockpole, sticking out from the tight, hairy bush between his massive thighs.
"Now, come here and give me a great big kiss," he said, and the men burst out in a roar of approval.
Lena moaned and stumbled forward, reaching up to let the man kiss her.
"Not there, you slut!" he yelled, slapping Lena across the face and sending her to the floor in a weeping heap. "Kiss my cock, you shithead!"
Lena struggled up, wishing she could fall through the floor onto a bottomless pit and be lost forever. She got on her knees and shuffled over to the man, staring at the horrible, meaty cockpole she had to put in her mouth. She reached out and the sweaty smell from his cock nearly made her vomit.
"Kiss it," he said.
Lena leaned in and let her wide red lips run over just the hard, purplish surface of his cockhead. Around her the men cheered and laughed as Lena's tears ran down her cheeks and onto the hard cock. She let her lips touch it again, revolted by the overwhelming male odor.
"Now lick it," said the man.
An even greater cheer went up as Lena's tongue darted out for a second and licked the huge round head. "Deeper, cunt mouth," snarled the man.
Lena let her lips take the swollen cockmeat between them. She licked over the terrible, smooth surface, trying to satisfy him.
"Cunt can't deep throat I suppose?" the man asked Nancy, who stood there slowly slapping the crop into her hard.
"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll get you thrown in the basement," said Nancy.
The big man snarled at her, but his hands went back down. He took masses of Lena's soft hair and slowly and brutally pulled her face onto his cock.
Lena felt the massive cock ram into her mouth. Inch by inch it went in and the man yelled and shouted, cheering the big man on. The cock filled Lena's cheeks, forcing its way in deeper, past her back teeth and right to the entrance of her throat. Desperately she lifted her hands, running them round the shaft and holding on for dear life, trying to block the terrible monster from going in any deeper. The man closed his eyes and he leaned back dreamily, letting her suck on his cock.
Then, slowly he began to fuck her face, sliding in to the cheers of the other inmates.
"Suck it, bitch!" he shouted. "Suck it good or so help me I'll take that crop and whip the shit outa you again."
The threat was more than Lena could take. Her sobs were stifled by the rigid cockmeat but she offered no resistance as he slid in. She tried to suck on the tip as hard as she could as it worked its way in, deep to the back of her throat. She worked her tongue over the throbbing underside, feeling the ridge of the tube as she did. She knew that soon cum would be shooting down that tube and into her mouth and the thought made her gag again.
But there was nothing she could do. The man held her by the hair and fucked her face with long, slow strokes, his hips working back and forward as the men stared and cheered. Many of them were already rubbing the hard bulges in their pants.
As the man face-fucked Lena, Fiona laughed. She turned to the men, struggling to get through the bars.
"Who's man enough to fuck me?" she demanded, lifting her short blue dress and revealing her wonderful legs and the soft, down hair around her pussy.
Every one of the men shouted and tried to get through the bars at her.
"Take your cocks out," she said.
All of them pulled out their hot, hard prickrods and leaned in on the bars so Fiona could make her choice. She slowly walked along the line of six men, running her hands over each of their cocks, teasing them, playing with the throbbing, desperate flesh as the man groaned. By the time she got to the fifth man he was staring, wild-eyed, at Lena.
Fiona smiled wickedly and her hand slid up and down on his cock. "Wanna fuck my pussy?" she asked, sliding her dress up.
He gasped and his cock spasmed and suddenly cum shot out of it. He yelled and moaned as Fiona jerked him expertly off, the white goo splattering all over the metal floor.
"Oh dear," she said as the man clutched the bars and jerked his way to a release, "now I can't fuck that cock, can I?"
The prisoner didn't answer but his friends yelled and cheered. Fiona let go of his still twitching cock and went on to the last man.
"Oh, yeahhhh," she murmured as she played with the rock-hard prickrod. "You gotta cock, baby, hold it right there for me."
Without another word Fiona swarmed up the bars, holding tight to them. She spread her legs, allowing the man to shove his cock into the crack of her hungry pussy. Then, with a yell of total lust, Fiona sank down onto the man. The two of them held each other, the bars between them, fucking deeply.