She'd had to lick Robin's pussy, shove her tongue way up inside, and then her fingers. It was all disgusting, but she'd done it, and then had lain back as Robin had sucked hers, not just lain there but writhed and moaned and arched her back as though she were having a tremendously good time.
It was humiliating doing that with a woman, even worse doing it with an audience watching and making lewd comments about her performance and her body.
When the men were satisfied she was given further instructions. Robin slowly and seductively crawled out of bed and crawled across the floor to where one of the men sat, then licked at his shoes, then up his legs to his crotch. She undid his pants, pulled his cock out, and began to suck.
Meghan, of course, was ordered to do the same thing, which she did. She sucked him erect, bobbing her lips up and down his stiff pecker, then, on further orders, rose to her feet, swayed in place a little as she slid her hands up and down her naked body, then straddled the man and settled her pussy down on his cock.
He sucked her breasts as she rode his cock up and down, and she had to groan and whine and act like she was having a terrific time.
The worst part, though, was when, as she rode him up and down, another of the men had come up behind them and slowly forced his cock up into her asshole. It was the second time she'd been sodomized, and she hated it every bit as much as the first.
She only hoped Amy wasn't undergoing the same kind of "training".
Amy was more than a little befuddled by the continuous sexual attention she was getting. Even after she'd sucked off Donna, Karen, and Slade, and been sucked to successive orgasms by the three women, things hadn't stopped.
She didn't understand why she wasn't more embarrassed. Not only had she done such… perverse things with women, but in front of an audience. Not only the women in the cell but the women in the cell across from them, none of whom she knew at ail.
After her third orgasm, and after she'd finished sucking off Slade, the three women had complimented her and patted her on the head and hugged her so much that she could not help feeling happy and pleased with herself.
When Slade turned on the radio and got up and started dancing, she had watched and applauded with the other two women. Slade danced so well, and so seductively, swaying and undulating her gleaming black body, that she'd felt a little jealous. And when Slade held her hands out and pulled Amy up to dance with her, the blonde girl had tried to titillate her exactly.
All her life she had been made to feel guilty about acting provocatively, about shaking her ass or trying to turn people on. She'd been told that wanting sex, enjoying sex, were wrong and slutty, that girls couldn't have sex unless they had a "meaningful relationship" with the guy, while guys could fuck any girl that moved.
Now, in just one day, she'd been released from those restraints. Here, among these women, she could dance in the nude, seven pair of eyes on her naked body, her bouncing breasts, her little pussy, and not feel self-conscious.
It was a heady experience. She'd never really thought about women before, but now found it exciting that they were turned on by her, that they thought she was beautiful and sexy, and wanted to make love with her.
When the cell doors were opened, their cell had become crowded as the women across from them had come over to introduce themselves. At first this made her a little shy and nervous, especially since the women were all dressed in normal jumpsuits, and even Donna and Karen had dressed.
The woman had surrounded her, smiling and complimenting her, and then she was pushed back onto one of the bunks and one of them had knelt between her legs and begun licking her.
Amy hadn't minded that much, and what embarrassment and reluctance she did feel had rapidly faded as the woman's tongue had driven deep into her pussy and set her sexual electricity humming once again.
For two hours she lay naked, one woman after another sucking her pussy, while others sat on her face or stroked and squeezed her breasts. She came again and again, writhing under many pairs of hands, and many lips and tongues.
And at the end, she found herself dancing to the music again, back against the wall, the cell and the hall in front of it filled with some two dozen women, all eyeing her with lust in their eyes and hearts.
It had been a terribly heady and exciting experience, being desired by so many women at once, and she had posed and preened and swung her hips and legs and breasts at them, smiling in delight as they called out how beautiful and hot and sexy she was. She'd danced and danced, surrounded by a blurry image of people, all calling out how great her tits were, or her ass, or how they'd love to get their fingers up her pussy hole.
Unfortunately, one of the guard women had come and stopped it, then made her put on the orange bodysuit and come away with her.
She was taken to a shower room and then, rather than being allowed to shower, was ordered to climb on a low table and kneel there on all fours. Two women guards had then washed her like she was a dog, soaping up her body and hair, and then, after much rubbing with their hands, particularly between the legs, she was rinsed off, dried off, then dressed in another tight orange bodysuit and taken upstairs.
She was still feeling very out of place when led to the warden's door. The events of the last day were all a giant mystery to her. She had no idea what was happening, or who was responsible for it. She didn't know what was going to happen, how long she would be here, or anything else. She had no control over anything whatever, so had little time or need to think or make decisions.
The woman led her inside, then left her there, standing in front of the warden's desk. She felt a little nervous. After all, though the women… aside from those two guards yesterday who'd raped her with their batons… had all been nice, the deputy had hurt her terribly the other day, and this man seemed to her to be very much like the deputy in his friendly face and voice.
"So, Amy, I hear you're getting along real well here," he smiled. "You're making lots of friends and even getting into a little dancing."
Amy blushed a little, uncomfortable to have her lesbian sexual deeds spoken of.
"I can sure see what they mean when they say you're a hot and sexy girl," he smiled. "Hell, I haven't seen a girl as pretty as you in a long time."
Amy smiled a little tentatively, and squinted, trying to bring the warden's image into focus.
"Why don't you come over here, darlin'," the warden said.
She obediently moved around the desk as the warden pulled his chair out. He took her hand and turned her, then sat her across his lap, his arm around her waist as he smiled at her. From chis close she could see him fairly well. He was older than the deputy, but not bad looking, in a middle aged.
"Yessir, you sure are easy on the eyes," he smiled, running his fingers through her long blonde curls. He patted her head and winked at her. "I hear you like getting your pussy licked," he whispered.
She blushed and he laughed and patted her back affectionately. "Don't you worry, honey. Nobody's gonna think worse of you for that. All the girls here like gettin' their pussies sucked."
"Uhm, Sir," she ventured.
"Yes!"
"I uh, I was uh, wondering if I could, uhm, call my parents!"
"Don't you worry about them. We've called them and told them you're okay."
"But… I mean, well, my sister and me. I mean, I have to tell them about my sister too."
"We told them. She's here, you know."
"She is!"
"Yup. This is the jail for the county and all the cities and towns in it."
"But… Sir… we never did anything. We weren't doing anything bad."
"Now, now, now, I'm sure you're a good girl. Maybe we'll take a second look at things in a few days. I'm sure we'll find a way to let you go before too long."
He cupped her ass in a friendly way, then kissed her lightly on the cheek. She smiled back hopefully.
"Yes, Sir, you sure are pretty," he said. "Give the warden a little kiss, honey."