08-05-2008, 03:47 AM
Jenny's Adventure written by Marshall
Jenny was truly frightened. As recently as a couple of months ago she was just an average upper middle class college kid; attending classes, hanging out with friends, playing in the hot Florida sun, etc., but now she was in a state van that was taking her to the State Penitentiary. Over and over she asked herself why. How did she make such a bad series of decisions? She knew she shouldn't have gone out with that biker dude. She knew he was trouble, but she was fascinated by his bad-boy lifestyle, as so many young women are. But because of that first poor decision, and the series of events that soon followed, Jenny was now going to spend at least 12 months in prison (how her evening went with the biker dude, and why it landed her in prison is another story for another day!). Back to the present..
Jen had never been in trouble. Not with any of her schools (she was always a good student), her parents (other than the typical kid stuff), or the law, but now she was in a whole heap of trouble. More trouble than she had experience to deal with properly. She was going to be put into a confined space with seasoned criminals and, she, like the rest of us, has heard about what prison is like inside. She's seen it depicted in movies, on TV, and in books she's read. She didn't know how close her image of "the inside" compared with reality, but she really hoped that the dangers were exaggerated. If it were anywhere near as bad as she hoped it wasn't, she worried about how she would protect her self from the violent lesbian inmates and the corrupt and sadistic guards. After all, she'd never had any experience with violence or abuse and had never even been in a fight in her life. She simply won't know how to protect herself. And, to add to troubles, she has a serious physical size disadvantage. She stands a mere 5' 0" and weighs only 105 pounds (hardly intimidating!). Well, while I'm at it, I might as well give you the rest of her description. Jenny is a beautiful (of course, LOL) brunette. Her hair is long and wavy, and quite dark. She has an ass right off the pages of any top men's magazine, 36D breasts, and a stomach that is lean, but not particularly muscular. See, Jenny has been blessed with good genes, and has never had to workout in her 21 years to keep trim, thus the lack of muscle definition. She has a beautiful Florida tan (and I might add, some VERY sexy tan lines). Needless to say, Jenny was going to be popular with both the inmates AND the guards. Young innocent women, not to mention a knockout like Jenny, are a rare commodity in the State Pen, as she was to soon find out.
The state prison system was already very overburdened, which was why Jenny was being sent to this particular prison. She, as a first offender, would ideally have been sent to a less than maximum security facility, but cells are now being doled out by a type of lottery system, and Jenny just happened to lose this lottery. She was the only prisoner in the van as it pulled through the gates of the prison and up to the new inmate processing center. The 2 male guards, assigned to accompany her in the van, eyed her tight young body hungrily the entire 2 hour trip to the prison, which is located near the middle of the state of Florida. As the van came to a stop, one of the guards spoke to the other; "I sure as hell wish I could be transferred here for just a week or two to help break this hot bitch into prison life!" The other agreed and they both had a good laugh. The door to the van opened and control of Jenny was passed from the van guards to the waiting prison guards. Just before the door to the van slammed shut, and she was already being led away, one of the van guards yelled to Jenny, in a way which chilled her blood, even on this scorcher of a day, "girl, when you find out what really takes place inside those walls, you'll wish you'd hung yourself with your bed sheet at county jail!" The sinister laughter that followed bounced around in her head for some time after the door slammed shut and the van pulled away
Jenny was led by two male guards and a female guard through a series of halls until they stopped in front of a door marked "Receiving." Once in the "new inmate" receiving room, a female guard removed Jenny's much-too-tight shackles. Jenny rubbed her wrists together, trying to encourage the circulation to return to normal. The room was brightly lit and medium in size. It has a two-way mirror on one wall, the door they entered through on the another wall, a blank 3rd wall, and the fourth consisted of bars, just like a standard jail cell. There was a table w/4 chairs surrounding it, and what appeared to be a restraining area. This area had several devices that seemed to be designed to enable guards to restrain a prisoner in any of a great many positions for searches, interrogations, etc..
The female guard spoke first. "Jenny Smith, until the courts release your ass, we own your body and soul. We have many rules around here, but the number one rule is that you will do whatever a prison guard tells you, with ZERO hesitation. NONE. Period. You fail to follow this rule, bitch, and you WILL be punished. Severely. We own you and can do whatever the hell we want WITH you, or TO you." One of the male guards, his name tag read Bruno, a particularly large and burley man, added, "and despite what you may think about your "rights," in here you have NONE! You could leave here in a body bag and no one would question it." A smile crossed his lips as he gently pushed Jenny's hair from her face. "NOW TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, SLUT!" This took Jen by surprise, and she said, "In front of you? Are you kidding?"
WHHAAAAP! OOOOOHHHF!! The guard's large fist buried itself deep in the pit of Jen's sexy young stomach so fast that she had no time to prepare. Even before the real pain set in, her face went blank and she dropped to her knees, both arms wrapped tightly around her mid section. Again Bruno spoke, "I can see you're NOT a fast learner. But, I have more patience than my partner here," he said motioning toward the female guard. He dropped down on one knee in from of her and lifted her chin with his hand, so that he could look Jenny right in the eyes before continuing. "I'm in charge here. What I say goes. I can make your stay a fairly easy one, or I can make it a pure living hell." He began to run his hand slowly across her cheek, down her neck, and then lightly tracing her breasts through the fabric of her orange county jail jumpsuit. "If you make me and my friends happy, and I'll ensure your safety. After all, prison is a SUCH a dangerous place. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. Or worse." With that, he stood back up and told Jen to do the same, offering his hand for assistance. She accepted. Her breath was still a little ragged, and she was still clutching her belly. Jen understood what the guard was implying, and was getting both pissed-off and frightened at the same time. Thoughts were running wildly out of control through her mind. Before she actually got here (to prison), she wasn't sure whether all she'd heard about prison had been exaggerated, or if it were true, and she'd have to put up with violent inmates and/or corrupt guards. Now she knows the one relevant fact: she's SCREWED!
Wasting no time, the female guard moves in to stand nose to nose with Jen. As the guard began to speak, Jen glanced down just enough to catch "Monica Jones" on the name tag pinned to her left breast. "Listen, slut, I'm not going to be as nice as Bruno there. If you F - - K with me, I will F- - K you up. First offense. Every offense. No second chances. Period." Monica was tough. Very tough. Anyone with half a brain could tell just by being in the same room with her. Her strength and confidence ooze from her body like sap from a tree. She was a brunette, just like Jen, and attractive, but that's where the similarities end. She was tall, maybe 5'9" and weighed a good 150 lbs. She wasn't what you would call stocky, or slim, but could best be described as solid (strong, but not with the bulging muscular appearance of a bodybuilder). She had huge breasts (if I had to guess, I would say that she probably wore a 40DD bra) that strained against the fabric of her tight fitting button down uniform blouse. The eyes of any red blooded man would immediately go straight to the exposed, immense quantity of cleavage that she sexily accomplishes by leaving her shirt unbuttoned at least 3 buttons too low. Her black skirt was just above the knees and also fit her muscular ass and thighs perfectly. And, since this is a fantasy story, I must add that she also wears a pair of black stilettos with 4 inch heels.
After coming on strong, Monica's attitude immediately softened. She walked behind Jenny and, reaching around with both arms, began unbuttoning Jen's jumpsuit as she whispered softly in her ear. "You know, we're gonna have fun, you and I. You're one hot bitch," she said as she reached in a cupped Jen's huge right breast. Jenny could feel Monica's hot breath on her neck as she whispered to her. "I bet you really know how to please a woman. If not, you'll learn." It was bad enough that that Bruno indicated that to survive her prison stay, she would have to put-out. But, Jen has never had any lesbian tendencies whatsoever, and with Monica plainly telling Jen that she would be forced to please her sexually, Jen's anger and disgust got the best of her, and her body acted out before her brain prevent it. "F - - K YOU dyke!" she said as she turned her head and spit directly into Monica's face. Monica didn't react immediately. She slowly stepped back around to the front of Jen so that she was facing her. She slapped Jen hard across the face with her right hand. Then again with the left hand. In a surprisingly calm voice, Monica says to Jen, "That was a big mistake. Today you're going to feel my wrath. Maybe it's for the best that you learn early on. Maybe it will help you avoid severe punishments in the future." She turned to the two male guards. "Finish stripping her and tie this sorry bitch up to the bars."
The two burley guards each grabbed one of Jenny's arms and half carried and half dragged her to the bars, which formed the south wall of the room. They then finished unfastening the front of Jenny's prison jumpsuit and roughly removed it from her, leaving her in only bra and panties. Then they each took their handcuffs from their belts and attached one end to each of Jen's wrists. The other ends were both attached to the upper horizontal portion of the bars, which was about 7 feet off the floor. This put Jen's arm in a very stretched position and allowed her toes to just barely touch the cold concrete floor of the room. "What are you going to do to me?" Jen asked, half sobbing now from shear fright. "Don't rush it, bitch, you'll find out soon enough," says one of the guards, just as Monica steps back into the picture. Monica had a look of pure evil in her eyes as she stood facing the chained and helpless Jen. She also looked menacing in her short skirt, high heels, and, oh, yeah, with the billyclub that she held in her right hand, rhythmically swinging it into her left hand. "Lesson ONE, slut!" **thud!** She struck like lightning, swinging the heavy wooden club back and then driving the end of it directly into Jenny's tight and tanned bellybutton. Jen's eyes bugged out as the club rearranged her internal organs in search of her spine. When it finally bottomed out, Monica kept it there, pushing hard on it. "Spit in my face NOW, you f - - ing piece of s - it!" Jen gagged and retched as she tried to gulp in air. Monica pulled out the stick and slammed it in again, this time above the bellybutton; the thud that resulted was not loud, as just the head of the club came in contact with the sexy but vulnerable belly flesh of the hot young girl, but the reaction was one of pure agony. Jen tried to double up and wished desperately that she had her hands free to hold her damaged belly. Monica then stepped away, sitting down in a nearby chair. She slowly spread her legs and her free hand moved in between. She had a look of pure lust on her face as she spoke to the two guards. "Work her over boys. Teach her how important it is to obey. Make me proud." They both looked at each other and laughed as Bruno remarked to Monica, seeing that she was already deep into a crazed, lust-trance, "you are one perverted woman, Monica. We'll be sure to give you a show good enough to get you off." "Mmmmmmm," she moaned huskily, as she appeared to quickly heading in that direction. "Beat the s-it out of that cunt."
By this time, Jenny had gotten most of her normal breathing back as she stood there, with hands cuffed to the bars over her head, her sexy tight body stretched to the limit, her toes just barely touching the ground, and two red splotches on her belly caused from the impact of the club. Both men stood in front of her, with Bruno slowly cracking his knuckles, then putting a hand on each of Jenny's shoulders. "Time to get started, little girl," he said as he lifted a meaty thigh fast and hard up between Jen's legs impacting directly onto her pussy, lifting her body a good six inches off the ground.
"Ooouuuuuwwwww, she howled in pain, which caused Monica to moan more loudly in pleasure. Keeping his left hand on her shoulder, he now plowed his fist into the pit of Jen's stomach. Oooooofffff! Again, Oooooofffff! Again, Oooooooofffff! Jenny, sweating now, gasping, pleaded for mercy. "Please....stop....I can't take.....anymore......" Bruno looked over at Monica, who was now openly pleasuring herself, with both her hands and the club. She looked back at him and nodded toward the other male guard, John. "Mmmmmmmm.....let John give it to her." Bruno stepped aside as John moved in. He was obviously the underling in this trio. "Go ahead, John, take a turn. If you can make Monica c-- with your beating of this little slut, you'll move up a few notches in her book."
John looked hungrily at Jenny's beautiful body, which now showed tell-tale signs of a recent beating. Her belly was beat red, she had tears coming out of her pleading eyes, and she was dripping sweat. Johns 5'9"/175# frame was not as intimidating as Bruno's 250#, but he knew how to hurt a person....He reached out and viciously twisted Jen's right nipple, then repeated the process on her left. This also caused Jen to scream out loud. He then landed a couple of right-left combos on Jen's beautiful and large breasts. This series of actions had Monica really moaning in pleasure. John could tell that she was on the verge of cumming. He wanted both to impress his superiors and he really wanted to hurt this little bitch and teach her a lesson in respect and fear. So he started with a vicious and cruel attack to Jen's hot body. A very hard right left combo to her lower belly, followed by a knee to the belly button had Jen retching. Whhhaapp! Thuuuuddd! "GET HER DOWN FROM THERE! NOW!" yelled Monica.
Bruno quickly responded by undoing Jen's restraints. "Bring her over here." Jen was led, well, actually, she was mostly dragged, and held up in front of the chair which Monica was sitting in. "Put her on her knees." "NO!" yelled Jen, with what little strength she could muster. OOOOooooofffff! This defiance was quickly met with a hard and heavy right from Bruno's devastating fist. The two guards let go of Jen and she dropped to her knees, gasping yet again for air, in between Monica's thighs. "Be a good little girl and bring me to orgasm, or I'll have these boys chain you back up to the wall." "Please......" attempted Jen, but was quickly cut off when Monica grabbed her long hair and pulled her face into her own pussy. "DO IT!" Jen, on her hands and knees, her first day in prison, was orally bringing the head female guard to orgasm. Not exactly what she had hoped for.
THUUUUDDDD! Jen was completely unprepared for the end of Bruno's boot to explode in the pit of her stomach. She was unable to move, as Monica had a vice-like grip on her hair, holding her face tightly in her pussy, and John had grabbed both of her arms and was holding them behind her. This left her belly exposed and vulnerable to an attack from below. Bruno was taking full advantage of this, as he knew that Monica really got off on pain being inflicted on a young girl who was being forced to perform oral sex on her.
"Mmmmmmmm.....YES! kick her again!," she yelled to Bruno, who promptly responded with another devastating kick to her belly.....PUUUUUUUUHHHH! "AGAIN!" PUUUUUHHHHH! "Oh, YEEEESSSSSSSSSS!" Monica came with a window shattering scream. When she finally came down from her orgasm induced high, she loosened her grip on Jen's head and pushed her down to the floor, where she quickly curled into a ball and began sobbing. Monica then stood, pulled her skirt down into position and generally straightened up. She then opened the door, and before leaving, she said to Bruno and John, "get this piece of crap cleaned up and take her to her cell. She has a big day tomorrow." Turning her attention to the crying mass on the floor, she spoke to Jen, "Cheer up deary, you get to meet your fellow inmates. I KNOW they can't wait to meet YOU!" She slammed the door behind her and you could here her laughter as she walked away.');
Jenny was truly frightened. As recently as a couple of months ago she was just an average upper middle class college kid; attending classes, hanging out with friends, playing in the hot Florida sun, etc., but now she was in a state van that was taking her to the State Penitentiary. Over and over she asked herself why. How did she make such a bad series of decisions? She knew she shouldn't have gone out with that biker dude. She knew he was trouble, but she was fascinated by his bad-boy lifestyle, as so many young women are. But because of that first poor decision, and the series of events that soon followed, Jenny was now going to spend at least 12 months in prison (how her evening went with the biker dude, and why it landed her in prison is another story for another day!). Back to the present..
Jen had never been in trouble. Not with any of her schools (she was always a good student), her parents (other than the typical kid stuff), or the law, but now she was in a whole heap of trouble. More trouble than she had experience to deal with properly. She was going to be put into a confined space with seasoned criminals and, she, like the rest of us, has heard about what prison is like inside. She's seen it depicted in movies, on TV, and in books she's read. She didn't know how close her image of "the inside" compared with reality, but she really hoped that the dangers were exaggerated. If it were anywhere near as bad as she hoped it wasn't, she worried about how she would protect her self from the violent lesbian inmates and the corrupt and sadistic guards. After all, she'd never had any experience with violence or abuse and had never even been in a fight in her life. She simply won't know how to protect herself. And, to add to troubles, she has a serious physical size disadvantage. She stands a mere 5' 0" and weighs only 105 pounds (hardly intimidating!). Well, while I'm at it, I might as well give you the rest of her description. Jenny is a beautiful (of course, LOL) brunette. Her hair is long and wavy, and quite dark. She has an ass right off the pages of any top men's magazine, 36D breasts, and a stomach that is lean, but not particularly muscular. See, Jenny has been blessed with good genes, and has never had to workout in her 21 years to keep trim, thus the lack of muscle definition. She has a beautiful Florida tan (and I might add, some VERY sexy tan lines). Needless to say, Jenny was going to be popular with both the inmates AND the guards. Young innocent women, not to mention a knockout like Jenny, are a rare commodity in the State Pen, as she was to soon find out.
The state prison system was already very overburdened, which was why Jenny was being sent to this particular prison. She, as a first offender, would ideally have been sent to a less than maximum security facility, but cells are now being doled out by a type of lottery system, and Jenny just happened to lose this lottery. She was the only prisoner in the van as it pulled through the gates of the prison and up to the new inmate processing center. The 2 male guards, assigned to accompany her in the van, eyed her tight young body hungrily the entire 2 hour trip to the prison, which is located near the middle of the state of Florida. As the van came to a stop, one of the guards spoke to the other; "I sure as hell wish I could be transferred here for just a week or two to help break this hot bitch into prison life!" The other agreed and they both had a good laugh. The door to the van opened and control of Jenny was passed from the van guards to the waiting prison guards. Just before the door to the van slammed shut, and she was already being led away, one of the van guards yelled to Jenny, in a way which chilled her blood, even on this scorcher of a day, "girl, when you find out what really takes place inside those walls, you'll wish you'd hung yourself with your bed sheet at county jail!" The sinister laughter that followed bounced around in her head for some time after the door slammed shut and the van pulled away
Jenny was led by two male guards and a female guard through a series of halls until they stopped in front of a door marked "Receiving." Once in the "new inmate" receiving room, a female guard removed Jenny's much-too-tight shackles. Jenny rubbed her wrists together, trying to encourage the circulation to return to normal. The room was brightly lit and medium in size. It has a two-way mirror on one wall, the door they entered through on the another wall, a blank 3rd wall, and the fourth consisted of bars, just like a standard jail cell. There was a table w/4 chairs surrounding it, and what appeared to be a restraining area. This area had several devices that seemed to be designed to enable guards to restrain a prisoner in any of a great many positions for searches, interrogations, etc..
The female guard spoke first. "Jenny Smith, until the courts release your ass, we own your body and soul. We have many rules around here, but the number one rule is that you will do whatever a prison guard tells you, with ZERO hesitation. NONE. Period. You fail to follow this rule, bitch, and you WILL be punished. Severely. We own you and can do whatever the hell we want WITH you, or TO you." One of the male guards, his name tag read Bruno, a particularly large and burley man, added, "and despite what you may think about your "rights," in here you have NONE! You could leave here in a body bag and no one would question it." A smile crossed his lips as he gently pushed Jenny's hair from her face. "NOW TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, SLUT!" This took Jen by surprise, and she said, "In front of you? Are you kidding?"
WHHAAAAP! OOOOOHHHF!! The guard's large fist buried itself deep in the pit of Jen's sexy young stomach so fast that she had no time to prepare. Even before the real pain set in, her face went blank and she dropped to her knees, both arms wrapped tightly around her mid section. Again Bruno spoke, "I can see you're NOT a fast learner. But, I have more patience than my partner here," he said motioning toward the female guard. He dropped down on one knee in from of her and lifted her chin with his hand, so that he could look Jenny right in the eyes before continuing. "I'm in charge here. What I say goes. I can make your stay a fairly easy one, or I can make it a pure living hell." He began to run his hand slowly across her cheek, down her neck, and then lightly tracing her breasts through the fabric of her orange county jail jumpsuit. "If you make me and my friends happy, and I'll ensure your safety. After all, prison is a SUCH a dangerous place. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. Or worse." With that, he stood back up and told Jen to do the same, offering his hand for assistance. She accepted. Her breath was still a little ragged, and she was still clutching her belly. Jen understood what the guard was implying, and was getting both pissed-off and frightened at the same time. Thoughts were running wildly out of control through her mind. Before she actually got here (to prison), she wasn't sure whether all she'd heard about prison had been exaggerated, or if it were true, and she'd have to put up with violent inmates and/or corrupt guards. Now she knows the one relevant fact: she's SCREWED!
Wasting no time, the female guard moves in to stand nose to nose with Jen. As the guard began to speak, Jen glanced down just enough to catch "Monica Jones" on the name tag pinned to her left breast. "Listen, slut, I'm not going to be as nice as Bruno there. If you F - - K with me, I will F- - K you up. First offense. Every offense. No second chances. Period." Monica was tough. Very tough. Anyone with half a brain could tell just by being in the same room with her. Her strength and confidence ooze from her body like sap from a tree. She was a brunette, just like Jen, and attractive, but that's where the similarities end. She was tall, maybe 5'9" and weighed a good 150 lbs. She wasn't what you would call stocky, or slim, but could best be described as solid (strong, but not with the bulging muscular appearance of a bodybuilder). She had huge breasts (if I had to guess, I would say that she probably wore a 40DD bra) that strained against the fabric of her tight fitting button down uniform blouse. The eyes of any red blooded man would immediately go straight to the exposed, immense quantity of cleavage that she sexily accomplishes by leaving her shirt unbuttoned at least 3 buttons too low. Her black skirt was just above the knees and also fit her muscular ass and thighs perfectly. And, since this is a fantasy story, I must add that she also wears a pair of black stilettos with 4 inch heels.
After coming on strong, Monica's attitude immediately softened. She walked behind Jenny and, reaching around with both arms, began unbuttoning Jen's jumpsuit as she whispered softly in her ear. "You know, we're gonna have fun, you and I. You're one hot bitch," she said as she reached in a cupped Jen's huge right breast. Jenny could feel Monica's hot breath on her neck as she whispered to her. "I bet you really know how to please a woman. If not, you'll learn." It was bad enough that that Bruno indicated that to survive her prison stay, she would have to put-out. But, Jen has never had any lesbian tendencies whatsoever, and with Monica plainly telling Jen that she would be forced to please her sexually, Jen's anger and disgust got the best of her, and her body acted out before her brain prevent it. "F - - K YOU dyke!" she said as she turned her head and spit directly into Monica's face. Monica didn't react immediately. She slowly stepped back around to the front of Jen so that she was facing her. She slapped Jen hard across the face with her right hand. Then again with the left hand. In a surprisingly calm voice, Monica says to Jen, "That was a big mistake. Today you're going to feel my wrath. Maybe it's for the best that you learn early on. Maybe it will help you avoid severe punishments in the future." She turned to the two male guards. "Finish stripping her and tie this sorry bitch up to the bars."
The two burley guards each grabbed one of Jenny's arms and half carried and half dragged her to the bars, which formed the south wall of the room. They then finished unfastening the front of Jenny's prison jumpsuit and roughly removed it from her, leaving her in only bra and panties. Then they each took their handcuffs from their belts and attached one end to each of Jen's wrists. The other ends were both attached to the upper horizontal portion of the bars, which was about 7 feet off the floor. This put Jen's arm in a very stretched position and allowed her toes to just barely touch the cold concrete floor of the room. "What are you going to do to me?" Jen asked, half sobbing now from shear fright. "Don't rush it, bitch, you'll find out soon enough," says one of the guards, just as Monica steps back into the picture. Monica had a look of pure evil in her eyes as she stood facing the chained and helpless Jen. She also looked menacing in her short skirt, high heels, and, oh, yeah, with the billyclub that she held in her right hand, rhythmically swinging it into her left hand. "Lesson ONE, slut!" **thud!** She struck like lightning, swinging the heavy wooden club back and then driving the end of it directly into Jenny's tight and tanned bellybutton. Jen's eyes bugged out as the club rearranged her internal organs in search of her spine. When it finally bottomed out, Monica kept it there, pushing hard on it. "Spit in my face NOW, you f - - ing piece of s - it!" Jen gagged and retched as she tried to gulp in air. Monica pulled out the stick and slammed it in again, this time above the bellybutton; the thud that resulted was not loud, as just the head of the club came in contact with the sexy but vulnerable belly flesh of the hot young girl, but the reaction was one of pure agony. Jen tried to double up and wished desperately that she had her hands free to hold her damaged belly. Monica then stepped away, sitting down in a nearby chair. She slowly spread her legs and her free hand moved in between. She had a look of pure lust on her face as she spoke to the two guards. "Work her over boys. Teach her how important it is to obey. Make me proud." They both looked at each other and laughed as Bruno remarked to Monica, seeing that she was already deep into a crazed, lust-trance, "you are one perverted woman, Monica. We'll be sure to give you a show good enough to get you off." "Mmmmmmm," she moaned huskily, as she appeared to quickly heading in that direction. "Beat the s-it out of that cunt."
By this time, Jenny had gotten most of her normal breathing back as she stood there, with hands cuffed to the bars over her head, her sexy tight body stretched to the limit, her toes just barely touching the ground, and two red splotches on her belly caused from the impact of the club. Both men stood in front of her, with Bruno slowly cracking his knuckles, then putting a hand on each of Jenny's shoulders. "Time to get started, little girl," he said as he lifted a meaty thigh fast and hard up between Jen's legs impacting directly onto her pussy, lifting her body a good six inches off the ground.
"Ooouuuuuwwwww, she howled in pain, which caused Monica to moan more loudly in pleasure. Keeping his left hand on her shoulder, he now plowed his fist into the pit of Jen's stomach. Oooooofffff! Again, Oooooofffff! Again, Oooooooofffff! Jenny, sweating now, gasping, pleaded for mercy. "Please....stop....I can't take.....anymore......" Bruno looked over at Monica, who was now openly pleasuring herself, with both her hands and the club. She looked back at him and nodded toward the other male guard, John. "Mmmmmmmm.....let John give it to her." Bruno stepped aside as John moved in. He was obviously the underling in this trio. "Go ahead, John, take a turn. If you can make Monica c-- with your beating of this little slut, you'll move up a few notches in her book."
John looked hungrily at Jenny's beautiful body, which now showed tell-tale signs of a recent beating. Her belly was beat red, she had tears coming out of her pleading eyes, and she was dripping sweat. Johns 5'9"/175# frame was not as intimidating as Bruno's 250#, but he knew how to hurt a person....He reached out and viciously twisted Jen's right nipple, then repeated the process on her left. This also caused Jen to scream out loud. He then landed a couple of right-left combos on Jen's beautiful and large breasts. This series of actions had Monica really moaning in pleasure. John could tell that she was on the verge of cumming. He wanted both to impress his superiors and he really wanted to hurt this little bitch and teach her a lesson in respect and fear. So he started with a vicious and cruel attack to Jen's hot body. A very hard right left combo to her lower belly, followed by a knee to the belly button had Jen retching. Whhhaapp! Thuuuuddd! "GET HER DOWN FROM THERE! NOW!" yelled Monica.
Bruno quickly responded by undoing Jen's restraints. "Bring her over here." Jen was led, well, actually, she was mostly dragged, and held up in front of the chair which Monica was sitting in. "Put her on her knees." "NO!" yelled Jen, with what little strength she could muster. OOOOooooofffff! This defiance was quickly met with a hard and heavy right from Bruno's devastating fist. The two guards let go of Jen and she dropped to her knees, gasping yet again for air, in between Monica's thighs. "Be a good little girl and bring me to orgasm, or I'll have these boys chain you back up to the wall." "Please......" attempted Jen, but was quickly cut off when Monica grabbed her long hair and pulled her face into her own pussy. "DO IT!" Jen, on her hands and knees, her first day in prison, was orally bringing the head female guard to orgasm. Not exactly what she had hoped for.
THUUUUDDDD! Jen was completely unprepared for the end of Bruno's boot to explode in the pit of her stomach. She was unable to move, as Monica had a vice-like grip on her hair, holding her face tightly in her pussy, and John had grabbed both of her arms and was holding them behind her. This left her belly exposed and vulnerable to an attack from below. Bruno was taking full advantage of this, as he knew that Monica really got off on pain being inflicted on a young girl who was being forced to perform oral sex on her.
"Mmmmmmmm.....YES! kick her again!," she yelled to Bruno, who promptly responded with another devastating kick to her belly.....PUUUUUUUUHHHH! "AGAIN!" PUUUUUHHHHH! "Oh, YEEEESSSSSSSSSS!" Monica came with a window shattering scream. When she finally came down from her orgasm induced high, she loosened her grip on Jen's head and pushed her down to the floor, where she quickly curled into a ball and began sobbing. Monica then stood, pulled her skirt down into position and generally straightened up. She then opened the door, and before leaving, she said to Bruno and John, "get this piece of crap cleaned up and take her to her cell. She has a big day tomorrow." Turning her attention to the crying mass on the floor, she spoke to Jen, "Cheer up deary, you get to meet your fellow inmates. I KNOW they can't wait to meet YOU!" She slammed the door behind her and you could here her laughter as she walked away.');