Meghan felt a little embarrassment, but just a little. She wondered if she was becoming immune to embarrassment.
Robin smiled at her and Meghan tentatively returned it. Then the woman began to sort of roll her head in a rubbery way and slide her hands up and down her body. She gave Meghan a sultry look, her eyes slitted, her tongue sliding across her lips as she cupped her breasts, then slowly eased the zipper down.
She opened the front of her bodysuit, then pulled it wide, exposing her small, cone shaped breasts. She cupped and stroked them, then slid a hand down between her legs, still inside the bodysuit. Meghan could clearly see the outline of her hand against the tight material as she stroked her slit.
She wriggled out of the bodysuit, then crawled sensually into the bed, rolled onto her back, then brought her knees up and let them fall slowly apart, exposing her sex.
To Meghan's shock the woman's pussy was completely bare, with not even a single pubic hair. She watched with wide eyes as Robin slowly stretched and posed, her hands moving up and down her body, over her breasts and down between her legs.
She slid a finger inside her slit and pumped it in and out, sighing in pleasure, then began to stroke her clitty as she pumped two fingers in and out of her cunt tube. Meghan was embarrassed to watch, but at the same time could hardly tear her eyes from the sight.
Robin groaned realistically, arching her back, thrusting her breasts up and out as both her hands stroked and squeezed and fingered her pussy slit. She humped up at her hands and whined in heated ecstasy as she jerked off.
Then she gave a harsh jerky movement, her breath rattled emotionally as she rolled her eyes back, and she stopped, smiling at Meghan.
"Okay, slut. Now it's your turn," the man said.
Meghan made a face, then, embarrassed all over again, began to try and imitate what she had seen. She swayed in place and ran her hands up and down her body, caressing herself through the thin bodysuit, then eased the zipper down, baring her breasts to the man and woman, then peeled it down and off.
She knew she wasn't as graceful or realistic as Robin had been, and that made her even more self-conscious. It was very odd, she thought, to be self-conscious about stripping and playing with herself to begin with, and then be self-conscious because she wasn't doing it well enough.
Still, naked, she laid back on the bed, and continued to run her hands up and down her body. She tried to ignore the presence of the other two, pretend she was all alone, but it was awfully hard. She was especially embarrassed when she first touched her pussy, and began to stroke her fingers up and down her slit.
She tried to think of herself as merely an actress, not as someone doing a perverted sexual thing in front of witnesses. That made her feel a little less embarrassed, and she was able to groan a little and undulate her body.
She forced a finger into her pussy tunnel, then stroked her clitty with her finger as she rolled her head from side to side and groaned again. She began to hump up against her fingers, grunting with the effort, making it sound like she was having a good time.
But then the man threw her a curve, or more precisely, a dildo. The long, thick rubber cock hit the bed next to her and startled her out of her act. She stared at it in shock, never having seen one before.
"Use that," the man ordered. "Start fucking yourself with it."
Meghan touched the thing as though it were a snake, but with a small shudder of disgust, picked it up, knowing she had to do whatever she wanted now, that her days of doing what she chose were gone, perhaps forever.
She pressed it against her slit and tried to push it inside, but she was very dry there, and the thing was very thick.
She needed to get some moisture on it.
Then she had an inspiration. She rubbed the cock up and down her body, like it was a real cock, playing with and smiling as she rolled it between her breasts. She slid it up and put it into her mouth, sucking on the head like she was sucking a cock, getting it very wet.
She tongued the head and slid her tongue up and down the shaft like it was a popsicle. She got as much moisture onto it as she could before returning it to her pussy crack.
It was much easier now to slide it into her box, and twisting it from side to side, easing it in, then back, then forward again, she managed to get it all the way up her fuck tunnel without much discomfort. It felt odd up there, of course. She'd never had anything like it inside herself until yesterday, when she was raped a couple of times.
The dildo felt different than the cocks, though. Not only was it harder, but more importantly, then pain she had experienced during the cruel rapes was absent, probably because she wasn't filled with fear just now, and had had time to ease it in slowly.
She began to pump it in and out as she humped against it and grunted with feigned pleasure. She had to draw her knees back to get the proper leverage to pump the thing, and this exposed her cunt and asshole even more than they had been, but simply exposing herself wasn't much to be ashamed of by now.
She was startled again as her act was interrupted. This time it was the man who fell on the bed. He jerked his pants down and took out his hard erection, then reached for the dildo. He yanked it out of her pussy tunnel and tossed it aside, then gripped her legs behind the knees and forced her legs back further.
"Take my cock and put it in," he growled.
Meghan reached for it and gripped it like she had the rubber cock. It was much different to the touch, softer and warmer, and she pressed it against her moist snatch opening with only a little disgust.
He thrust into her and she gasped in surprise. There was some pain, but only a little, as his cock slid to the hilt in her soft, hot belly. He began to fuck her almost at once, steadily churning his cock back and forth inside her as she lay back unmoving.
She wondered if poor Amy was being to like this. Had that awful woman really raped her with her nightstick, even as Meghan herself was raped by the sheriff and his nightstick! Had the sheriff raped and sodomized her!
"What are you, asleep!" he growled. "Get back to work."
She wondered for a brief instant what he meant, then realized he wanted her to go back to acting like she was enjoying things. Well, she supposed that was something she was likely expected to do if the warden was telling the truth about making her a prostitute.
She started humping back as best she could, and groaning in pleasure. She rolled he head and made her eyes dull slits, but she couldn't bring herself to reach up and put her arms around the man who was cruelly raping her.
His hips were pummeling her backside something fierce now as he rodded his big cock down into her slit tunnel. He grunted louder than she did as his cock pounded into her and the bed creaked beneath them. His eyes were excited, his lips drawn back in a snarl, and his muscles bulged along his arms as he held himself aloft on them and swung his hips up and down in a furious, rutting stroke.
He slowed down then and eased back onto his heels, drawing the long length of cock out of her slit.
"Get on all fours, slut," he ordered.
Meghan looked at him for a moment, then rolled over and eased onto her hands and knees.
"Spread your legs more, and raise your ass up," he ordered.
She obeyed, feeling a new flush of embarrassment.
"Now let me see you wag that tail. Shake it and hump it back at me, slut."
She swung her ass from side to side, and then pushed it back in a halfhearted way. He slapped her ass and she yelped in pain, humping back much more vigorously, her ass cheeks stinging from the blow.
"Now beg for it," he sneered. "Beg for my cock."
Meghan didn't know how to beg. She'd never had to beg for anything. She was so surprised by the request that she stopped moving. His hand cracked down on her ass again and she hurriedly began humping again.