prison bitch

"After some days passes your case finally ends on a veredict, you're guilty and you gotta pay it, so the police and judges gives you a life worth of condemn and be held in the famous ''The End Prison''. On the same day you're sended to the Prison to pay your condemn, when you arrive you're sorrounded by prison guards that inmediately start getting in circle around you to start grabbing your arms and put them behind your back, 3 guards start guiding you to your future and only home, a cell. As you enter the Prison you're sorrounded by hundreds of prisoners and guards roaming the prison looking for a reason to live. Multiple prisoners starts screaming towards you sometimes saying unintelligible things" Prisoner 78: "The lizardman watches you from his cell"
Prisoner 69: "A hung Shark screams at you while looking at you pervertly" YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY IM THE PRISONER NUMBER 69??!!! "He says showing his sharp teeth".

Prisoner 69: "Grins" Weird how? Does it feel good or bad?

"He takes his hands off of your nipples and instead places them on your head, pushing your face back down onto his two cocks."

Prisoner 69: Don't stop now, Noah. Keep going. You're making me feel so good.

Prisoner 69: "Grunts with pleasure as he fucks your throat" That's it, take it all, Noah. Let me feel your throat squeeze my cock...

"He starts to thrust harder and faster, making you gag on his balls with each push, but he seems to be enjoying it."

Prisoner 69: You're such a dirty little slut, Noah. I love it.

Prisoner 69: "Groans loudly as he starts to cum, filling your throat with his hot seed" Yes, swallow it all like the good little slut you are.

"Once he's finished, he pulls out of your mouth and sits back, panting heavily."

Prisoner 69: Mmm, that was amazing. You're a natural at this, Noah.

Prisoner 69: "Smirks" Don't mention it, Noah. I had a lot of fun, and it looks like you did too.

"He leans over and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue."

Prisoner 69: How about we do that again sometime?

Prisoner 69: "Smiling from the kiss" That's what I wanted to hear, Noah. I can't wait to see what other fun we can have in this prison.

"He lays down beside you on the bed, his hand resting on your chest."

Prisoner 69: Just remember that when you're with me, you're safe. Nobody will mess with you as long as I'm around.

Prisoner 69: "Smiling" Of course, Noah. Like I said earlier, we need to stick together in this prison. It's not easy being the new guy, but with me on your side, you'll have nothing to worry about.

"He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist."

Prisoner 69: Now why don't we get some rest? We've got plenty of time to explore all the fun things this prison has to offer.

Prisoner 69: "Holds you close as you drift off to sleep, stroking your hair gently."

<As the night progresses, the sounds of other prisoners shouting and fighting can be heard in the distance. Even so, Prisoner 69 remains by your side, his presence a calming influence amidst all of the chaos. Eventually, you both drift off to sleep, the promise of new adventures and excitement on the horizon.>

Prisoner 69: "Nods and gets up from the bed, stretching his arms" Yeah, it's time to face another day in this place.

"He walks over to you, taking your hand and leading you towards the cell door."

Prisoner 69: Remember, Noah. Stick close to me and everything will be alright.

Prisoner 69: "Noticing your discomfort, he puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close."

Prisoner 69: Don't worry about them, Noah. They're just jealous that you're with me.

"He gives you a reassuring smile as you both make your way through the crowded prison yard. Guards are shouting orders and prisoners are milling about, trying to avoid trouble."

Prisoner 69: You'll get used to it eventually. Just remember to keep your head down and don't attract any unwanted attention.

Prisoner 69: "Watches you from a distance as you talk to the guard, shaking his head slightly at the sight of you blushing."

Prisoner 69: Looks like you've got some work to do, my little wolf.

"He winks at you before sauntering off, leaving you to start cleaning up the mess in the yard."

<As you work, you can feel the eyes of other prisoners on you, but you try to ignore them as best you can. The task is boring and tedious, but at least it's distracting you from the reality of your situation.>

<As you take off your shirt, you can't help but notice the other prisoners around you taking an interest in your display. Some of them are whistling or catcalling, while others are simply ogling you up and down.>

<It's clear that such a display is causing a distraction and drawing unwanted attention. Soon enough, a few guards will undoubtedly take notice.>

Prisoner 69: "Appears next to you out of nowhere and hands you a mop" Here, use this to clean up. You don't want to get yourself in trouble with the guards.

"He gives you a quick wink before walking away, leaving you to continue your work."

<The other prisoner is a big, muscular bear who towers over you. He looks down at you with a scowl, clearly unimpressed with your clumsiness.>

Bear Prisoner: Watch where you're going, pup.

<As he glares at you, you can sense that he might become violent if you don't appease him in some way.>

<Bear Prisoner seems to be considering your apology, but he doesn't look particularly happy about it.>

Bear Prisoner: You know what? I think you can make it up to me by giving me that shirt you're wearing.

<He reaches out and grabs your shirt, tearing it slightly in the process. You can feel his grip tightening as he demands your shirt from you.>

<Bear prisoner takes the shirt from your hand and grins, exposing his sharp teeth.>

Bear Prisoner: That's better, pup. You're learning your place in this here prison.

<He tosses the shirt onto the ground and turns around, walking away. You're left alone once more to finish cleaning up the mess in the yard.>

<As you work, you can feel the stares of other prisoners on your bare chest, making you feel even more vulnerable. At the same time, you can also sense a certain degree of respect from some of the prisoners who are impressed by the way you handled the confrontation with the bear prisoner.>

<As you lower your gaze to the floor, you can see a pair of large, furry feet walking towards you.>

<Bear Prisoner looms over you, his large frame casting a shadow on the ground. He takes a menacing step towards you, causing you to flinch back in fear. But instead of attacking you, he speaks in a low voice.>

Bear Prisoner: Hey, you did good back there. Don't let anyone push you around like that again.

<He gives you a nod before walking away, leaving you standing there in shock. Although he's still intimidating, his words have given you a sense of confidence and pride in yourself. It's nice to know that not everyone in this prison is out to get you.>

<As you continue with your cleaning tasks, you become aware of a group of prisoners huddled together nearby.>

<The group consists of a few wolves, a fox and a lion. They seem to be whispering and looking in your direction.>

Lion Prisoner: Hey there, little one. We hear you had a little run-in with that bear earlier.

<He grins widely, exposing his sharp teeth.>

Lion Prisoner: You know, my group and I are always looking for someone new to join our little family.

Lion Prisoner: What do you say? Want to run with the pack?

<The Lion Prisoner leans in closer to you, his presence intimidating.>

Lion Prisoner: Don't be shy, little one. We'll take good care of you. You'd be surprised how beneficial it is to have a strong pack backing you up in here. We're the ones who make things happen around here.

<He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice dropping to a low growl.>

Lion Prisoner: But make no mistake, if you cross us, we won't hesitate to turn on you. So, what do you say?

<As he speaks, you can feel the eyes of the other wolves and the fox staring at you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.>

<Lion Prisoner steps back, a look of annoyance and frustration crossing his face.>

Lion Prisoner: Suit yourself, kid. Just remember, there's always a price to pay for going it alone in here.

<He turns on his heels and walks away, flanked by his group of wolves and the fox. The tension in the hall dissipates as they leave, leaving you feeling relieved.>

<As you continue your cleaning tasks, you can't help but wonder what other groups exist in this prison and what consequences might come from becoming involved with any of them. You try to focus on your tasks, but the thought leaves you feeling uneasy.>

<Bear Prisoner notices you and stops in his tracks, turning to face you with a grin.>

Bear Prisoner: Hey there, short stuff. Looks like fate keeps bringing us together.

<He chuckles and takes a step closer, towering over you with his impressive size.>

Bear Prisoner: So, what brings you my way again? You need some help with something?

<He reaches out a big, furry paw towards you, as if offering assistance.>

<Bear Prisoner takes his big paw back, nodding slowly in understanding.>

Bear Prisoner: Yeah, that's true. But you have to be careful who you trust in here, little buddy. A lot of guys could take advantage of you if you let them.

<He leans down a bit so he can look you in the eye, his expression serious.>

Bear Prisoner: You seem like a good kid, though. I think I might be able to help you out. Stick with me and my crew, and we'll make sure you're taken care of.

<He grins again, showing off his sharp teeth.>

Bear Prisoner: Plus, it's always better to have some backup in case things get ugly.

<He straightens up and starts walking away, gesturing for you to follow him.>

Bear Prisoner: Come

<Bear Prisoner looks over his shoulder as he walks, his massive form filling your field of vision.>

Bear Prisoner: Name's Grizzly, but you can call me Griz. Nice to meet you, Noah.

<He leads you down a series of hallways, his steps heavy and sure. As you walk, other prisoners take notice of you, eyeing you curiously or warily. Griz leads you through the maze of corridors until you come to a door marked with a crude drawing of a bear.>

Griz: This is our spot. Just a warning though, some of my boys can be a bit... rowdy. Don't take it personally if they give you a hard time.

<He pushes open the door, revealing a dimly lit room filled with bears, wolves, and other furry creatures. The air is thick with

<Griz grins as he leads you inside the room, his massive form squeezing through the narrow doorway.>

Griz: Let's just say we know how to make things happen in here.

<He gestures for you to take a seat on a nearby bench, then plops himself down next to you with a heavy thud.>

Griz: So what brings you to the End Prison, Noah? Besides getting nabbed by the cops, I mean.

<He chuckles and leans back on his haunches, folding his furry arms across his broad chest.>

<Griz smirks, sensing your shyness.>

Griz: It's alright, kid. We've all got a story to tell in this place. No judgment here.

<He leans in a bit, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regards you.>

Griz: But if you're not willing to share, that's fine too. Just know that if you need anything, my crew and I have got your back.

<He pats your shoulder in a friendly way, then stands up and starts to walk around the room, greeting and chatting with the other prisoners. You can hear snippets of conversation as he moves from group to group, and it sounds like they're talking about everything from favorite meals to prison yard fights.>

<As you look around the room, you see a wide variety of furry/anthropomorphic creatures of all shapes, sizes, and colors. There are bears, wolves, tigers, leopards, and even a few gators, all chatting and socializing with each other. Some seem to be in their own little cliques, while others mingle freely with everyone. You can see that some of them are keeping an eye on you, but none of them seem openly hostile or threatening.>

<Griz notices your nervousness and approaches you again, a friendly smile on his face.>

Griz: Don't worry, Noah. These guys might look tough, but most of them are just trying to get by like the rest of us. And like I said before, we've got your back.

<He claps you on the shoulder again, then

<Griz chuckles softly at your reaction, his eyes sparkling with amusement.>

Griz: Well, don't get too used to it, kid. You'll have to learn to hold your own around here sooner or later.

<He winks at you, then turns to talk to one of the other prisoners. Despite his gruff appearance, you can tell that he genuinely cares about your well-being in this tough place.>

<As you continue to observe the other prisoners, you notice that there are a few who seem to be watching you more intently than others. One of them, a lean and muscular leopard with a mischievous glint in his eye, catches your gaze and smirks. You feel a shiver run down your spine, unsure if he's sizing you up or just being friendly.>

<The leopard grins at you, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the cell>

Leopard: Hey there cutie. Name's Max. Mind if I sit with you?

<He gestures to a nearby spot on the bunk bed, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and interest. You can tell that he's definitely interested in getting to know you better.>

<Max hops up on the bunk bed, sitting down next to you and crossing his legs. He leans in close, studying your face with an intense gaze.>

Max: So, Noah. What brings a sweet little thing like you to a place like this?

<You can feel his hot breath on your cheek and his warm body pressed against yours. Despite his charming smile, there's something dangerous about him that you can't quite put your finger on.>

<Max's mischievous grin widens, and he cocks his head to the side.>

Max: Oh, come on now. I'm sure it's at least a little bit interesting. How about you tell me all about it while we get to know each other a bit better?

<He winks at you suggestively, and you can feel your heart start to race. You're not sure if it's fear or excitement that's making you feel this way.>

<Max takes your hand and pulls you towards a secluded corner of the cell block, where the shadows are deep and the sounds of the other prisoners are muffled.>

Max: Here we go. This is better, don't you think?

<He flashes you another toothy grin, his eyes shining in the darkness.>

Max: Alright, spill it. What did you do to end up in The End Prison?

<He leans in close to you, his breath hot on your neck. You can smell the musky scent of his fur, and feel the warmth of his body pressing against yours. Despite your nerves, there's something thrilling about being so close to this dangerous, exotic predator.>

<Max chuckles, running his rough paw over your cheek.>

Max: Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a little thief here, do we?

<He leans in even closer, his breath hot on your face.>

Max: You know what they say about thieves, don't you? They're always getting themselves into trouble.

<He pauses for a moment, studying your face with an amused glint in his eye.>

Max: Of course, I'm sure that a pretty little thing like you doesn't have to worry about that sort of thing now that you're under my protection.

<Max grins and leans in to whisper in your ear, one paw sliding over your hip.>

Max: Don't worry, darling. I've got your back. Just stick with me, and I'll make sure nobody hurts you.

<He leans back slightly to meet your gaze, his eyes dancing with amusement.>

Max: But of course, there are always ways you can repay me for my protection...

<He gives you a sultry smile, his paw still resting on your hip.>

<Max smiles down at you, one paw still resting on your hip.>

Max: That's it, darling. You're already starting to learn your place around here.

<He tilts his head back and lets out a low growl of pleasure as you begin to work your way down his body. His paw slides down further, tracing the curves of your thigh before coming to rest on the back of your head.>

Max: Just remember, if you want to stay safe in here, you'll need to keep me happy. And I'm not easily satisfied...

<He gives you a playful swat on the back of your head, urging you to keep going.>

<Max grins as you free his hard length, one paw still resting on your head.>

Max: That's more like it, darling. Show me what a good little submissive you can be.

<He leans back lazily against the wall, one paw tracing idle circles on your scalp as you work your way down his length.>

Max: Mmm, that's it. Just like that. You've got a talented mouth, I'll give you that.

<His paw slides down to grasp at the back of your neck, keeping you in place on his length.>

Max: Keep going, sweetheart. And make sure to swallow every drop, or else...

<Max moans loudly as you take him balls deep, his fingers tightening in your hair.>

Max: Oh god, yes. That's it, darling. Take it all!

<He groans deeply as you swallow his knot into your mouth, his hips beginning to buck up into your mouth.>

Max: Fuck, you're so good at this. Keep going, I'm almost there...

<He thrusts harder and faster into your mouth for a few moments before finally reaching his climax. With a loud groan he spills himself deep inside of your mouth, his hips spasming with pleasure. After a few moments he pulls back, panting heavily.>

Max: That was amazing, darling. You certainly know how to please a man.

<Max grins down at you as he tucks himself back into his pants, one paw still resting on your head.>

Max: You're welcome, darling. Don't forget, if you want to stay safe in here, you'll need to keep me happy. And I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun together.

Max: I'll see you around, beautiful.

<As you walk down the hallway, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions from your encounter with Max. You feel a certain sense of satisfaction for pleasing him and keeping on his good side, but at the same time you feel a little unsettled by the control he seems to have over you.>

<As you turn a corner in the hallway, you spot a lone wolf sitting against the wall a few feet away. He seems to be lost in thought, but looks up as he notices you approaching.>

Prisoner 42: Hey there, newcomer. You look a bit lost. Can I help you with something?

Prisoner 42: <The wolf cocks his head to the side as he studies you for a moment.> Alright, if you're sure. But if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask.

Prisoner 42: The name's Grey, by the way. What's yours?

Grey: Just taking a break from the chaos, you know? This place can be overwhelming for newcomers.

<He leans back against the wall again, folding his arms across his chest.>

Grey: Have you had a chance to meet many of the other prisoners yet?

<Grey raises an eyebrow and smirks, sensing your implication.>

Grey: Ah, I see. Well, just be careful you don't get mixed up with the wrong crowd, yeah? This place can be dangerous if you're not cautious.

<He glances around the hallway, his expression hardening slightly.>

Grey: But me, I try to keep to myself for the most part. Don't really have much interest in getting involved in all that mess.

<Grey quickly steps forward and catches you, steadying you on your feet.>

Grey: Easy there, Noah. You alright?

Grey: No need to worry about it, Noah. It's not like I'm keeping score or anything.

<He takes a step back, giving you space.>

Grey: But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm usually around.

<Grey watches you leave before turning his attention back to the hallway, his eyes scanning the other prisoners as they move around in the distance.>

Grey: <[I wonder how Noah is going to fare in this place... It can be tough for anyone to adjust to prison life, let alone someone as innocent-looking and petite as he is. But I get the sense he has a good head on his shoulders.]>

<He leans back against the wall once more, crossing his arms across his chest as he continues to survey his surroundings.>

<As you enter your cell, you notice that your cellmate is a large, burly wolf with numerous tattoos covering his arms. He turns to face you as you step inside, his eyes studying you carefully.>

Wolf: "In a deep, rough voice" You must be the new guy they brought in today. What's your name?

<He folds his arms across his chest, waiting for your response.>

<The wolf nods, his expression remaining neutral.>

Wolf: Hm. I'm Jax. Listen, kid, this place isn't for the faint of heart. If you want to survive here, you gotta be tough. Do you understand?

<He leans forward, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.>

<Jax notices your gaze and grins slightly, a hint of amusement in his voice as he speaks.>

Jax: Good. And just so you know, I don't take kindly to anyone who messes with my things. So long as you keep to yourself and don't get on my bad side, we'll get along just fine.

<He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms again as he watches you, still grinning slightly.>

<Jax nods, satisfied, and turns away from you to continue with whatever task he had before. You can hear the sounds of other prisoners talking, shouting, and sometimes even fighting in the distance as you lay on your bed.>

<Suddenly, the cell door creaks open and you see a guard enter your cell.>

Guard: Alright, new blood. We need you to come with us.

<He motions for you to follow him, not waiting for any response before turning around and walking back out of the cell.>

<The guard leads you through the winding corridors of the prison, passing by dozens of other cells and prisoners. You can hear the prisoners' taunts and catcalls as you pass by, making you feel even more uneasy. Eventually, the guard leads you to a large room where several other men, both prisoners and guards, are gathered around a table.>

Guard: Okay, listen up! We got a new recruit here.

<All eyes turn towards you, scrutinizing your every move. One of the prisoners, a large gator with scars on his face, speaks up.>

Gator: Well, well, well... Who do we have here?

<He looks you up and down, a wicked grin spreading across his reptilian features.>

Gator: You look like a real cutie. What's your name, sweetheart?

<The other prisoners,

Gator: Noah, huh? That's a cute name. My name is Raze.

<He leans forward, his eyes locked with yours.>

Raze: Listen, kid. I know this place can be scary, but it doesn't have to be. You just gotta know how to play the game. Stick with me and my boys here, and we'll make sure no one messes with you.

Raze: Alright, let's get back to work.

<The others go back to their tasks and the guard motions for you to follow him out of the room. As you leave, you catch a glimpse of Jax watching you from a distance, then turning away with a smirk on his face.>

<As you walk back to your cell, you can't shake off the feeling that you're being watched. You pass by several prisoners who eye you up and down, but none of them say anything. A particularly muscular wolf gives you a nod as you pass by, letting you know that he's noticed you but isn't going to cause any trouble.>

<You finally arrive at your cell and notice that Jax is sitting on his bunk, watching you intently.>

Jax: So, how was your first day on the job?

<He grins at you, clearly amused by your nervousness.>

<You hesitate for a moment before slowly making your way over to Jax's bed. As you sit down, he scoots closer to you, his arm brushing against yours.>

Jax: That's good to hear. It can be tough in here, but sometimes you find a few people who are worth getting to know.

<He leans even closer to you, his voice low and seductive.>

Jax: I'm glad you're one of them.

<He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine.>