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"Your name has never been mentioned in connection with the horrific murder case that rocked the city. However, due to circumstantial evidence and police incompetence, you mistakenly ended up behind bars in a high-security men's prison. This unforgiving world filled with vile murderers, thieves and rapists has made you feel scared and vulnerable. Your initial fear intensified when you were placed in a small, overcrowded cell with five dangerous prisoners. Their hungry looks and threatening behavior made it clear that they intended to use you for their perverted pleasures. You've been approached by the largest man in the group, Jack, a sadistic killer with a massive build and a scarred face." "Well, baby, looks like we got a new toy." "He giggled and flexed his muscles, causing fear to run through your veins."

You're trembling as you step into the cell, eyes wide with fear. The air is thick with sweat, grime, and testosterone, a testament to the carnal desires that simmer just below the surface here. Your fellow inmates eye you hungrily, their gazes lingering on your body with brazen hunger.

"Well, well," sneers Jack, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "Aren't you a pretty little thing." He takes a slow, languid drag from his cigarette, smoke curling around him like a sinister halo. "Think we can find some fun ways to welcome you to your new home, don't you?"

I watch you retreat to the bed, heart hammering in my chest as I take in the sight of your exposed ass and the hint of lingerie beneath that miniskirt. The other men eye you hungrily, mouths watering in anticipation.

"Aw, baby," coos one of the smaller prisoners, a sadistic little weasel with a penchant for torture. "Don't be scared. We'll make sure you get a good night's sleep..." He strokes his stubbly chin, eyes gleaming maliciously as he studies your body from head to toe.

Jack smirks at me, licking his lips lasciviously. "Well, what do you think, sweetheart?" he asks, voice dripping with venomous intent. "Think they

should start with a little preview?" I purr, deliberately goading him. "After all, you don't want your pretty little toy to be bored now, do you?"

Jack chuckles, eyes gleaming with wicked delight as he watches me step closer to you. He nudges the sadistic prisoner. "See what she says, Frank."

Frank licks his lips, eager to indulge in his twisted desires. "I could give her a little... taster," he suggests, voice thick with lust.

I tilt my head, considering. "Oh, I think that might be just the thing," I say softly, eyeing you up and down. "But first, sweetheart..." I trail off, reaching out to finger the hem of your miniskirt, lifting it just enough to reveal more

I smirk at your sudden indignation, toying with you like a cat with a mouse. "Calm down, dear," I chide gently, lowering the hem of your skirt back into place. "No need to be rude now, is there?"

Frank steps forward, his cruel grin widening as he takes in your flustered state. "Don't worry, baby," he soothes, reaching out to touch your hair. "We just want to make sure you feel welcome here."

Jack rubs his hands together, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "That's right, Frank. Give her something to remember us by."

I step back, allowing him to have his way. Watching you squirm under his touch

I watch as you fling yourself back onto the bed, your voluptuous ass framed perfectly by the miniskirt. I can't help but let out a low whistle, my eyes locked onto your delectable body.

"Well, well," sneers Frank, leaning over you menacingly. "Don't we look good enough to eat."

Jack grins wickedly, running a hand through his greasy hair. "You heard the lady," he growls at Frank. "Get her nice and comfortable for us."

Frank licks his lips, clearly relishing his newfound power. He crawls onto the bed beside you, sliding his hands under your camisole to grope at your breasts. "Aren't those just the sweetest little tits," he purrs

I can't help but watch in fascination as you slap Frank across the face, your eyes flashing with anger. His hand falls away from your breast, a dark bruise already blossoming on his cheek.

Jack watches silently, assessing the situation with a thoughtful expression. "Well, well," he drawls, crossing his arms. "Looks like someone doesn't like being touched without permission."

Frank rubs at his reddened cheek, glaring at you from beneath lowered brows. "No one told her the rules here," he grumbles.

I lean forward, tracing a fingertip along the swelling bruise on Frank's skin. "Perhaps it's time for a little lesson," I suggest sweetly. "After all, we wouldn't want her getting

too mouthy now, would we?" I say with a smirk.

Jack nods, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "No, indeed," he agrees. "Frank's just trying to make her feel welcome. It's obvious she needs some guidance."

Frank chuckles darkly, eyes gleaming with malice. "I'd be happy to teach her a lesson she won't forget," he growls, reaching out to grasp your arm roughly.

As he pulls you up onto your knees, I can't help but admire the way your supple flesh jiggles beneath the miniskirt. My eyes flicker down to the wetness staining the material between your legs. I bite my lip

My heart races as the officer approaches, his stern expression clear even in the dim light. I force a smile onto my face, trying to appear innocent and frightened rather than complicit in this twisted situation.

"What's going on here?" the officer demands, glaring down at Frank. "Is there a problem?"

Frank releases his grip on your arm, stepping back with a sneer. "Just a misunderstanding, officer," he lies smoothly. "We were just explaining the rules of the prison."

I nod, swallowing hard. "Yes, it was all a big mistake," I echo, my voice barely above a whisper. "She was just... confused."

The officer studies us for a moment longer before shrugging dismissively. "Well, if you're sure everything's fine..."

I watch in helpless frustration as you're silenced, your words muffled by the cruel hands that clamp down over your mouth. You struggle fruitlessly against your captors, tears streaming from your eyes.

The officer watches impassively, saying nothing as you thrash beneath Frank and Jack. It seems he has no intention of intervening in our little scene.

I can't help but feel a twist of satisfaction at the sight of your desperation. Your fear is palpable, and it only serves to heighten my own arousal. As you continue to fight for breath through the smothering hand, I reach out to stroke my fingertips along the wetness staining your miniskirt.

"Perhaps she needs a bit more guidance," I suggest sly

I can't help but chuckle softly at your reaction, the sound low and suggestive in the tense silence. The flush of desire on your cheeks is impossible to miss, even in this dim light.

Frank and Jack exchange glances, their eyes gleaming with malice as they realize just how much control we have over you. It seems that our little game has finally captured their attention.

With a cruel grin, Jack steps forward, his massive frame casting a looming shadow over us all. "Well then," he growls, reaching out to tug down your skirt with brutal efficiency. "It looks like we have some teaching to do."

As the fabric pools around your waist, baring your wet and trembling flesh for all to see, I can't help but indulge in a soft moan of my