Unknown - Framed and chained

She couldn't use her fingers as Karen was doing, but she did the best she could with just her tongue, and it seemed to be adequate. At least she wasn't being cursed or slapped, and her hair wasn't being pulled.

Her biggest problem, as Donna became more aroused, was that the woman was humping and grinding her pussy down on her face, making it hard to keep her tongue in contact with her clitty, and also mashing her nose and coating her face with cunt milk.

But that was a small thing compared to the fear she had of being beaten, so she continued to lick and suck on the woman's slit and clit, while Karen showed her the way.

Embarrassment can only last so long before it begins to fade into acceptance. Adrenaline and fear can last only so long, too. As her heart slowed down again and her fear eased, Amy's mind began to work once more.

She wondered how it was that Donna seemed to be enjoying the lewd tonguing of her pussy so much. After all, she herself felt no such pleasure at the deft tongue job Karen was doing to her. Karen wasn't hurting her, of course. In fact, she had to admit to herself that the licking felt kind of good.

But she was not aroused like Donna was, and felt no urge to moan and groan in pleasure like the older woman.

And when Donna let out a short gasp of delight and arched her back, humping desperately against Amy's mouth, Amy felt a kind of astonishment at the realization that the woman was having an orgasm. She also felt a small feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction that she had managed to do that.

The feeling was short lived, however. Donna soon climbed off her, and then Karen slid up her body and began kissing and fondling her. Soon Karen straddled her face like Donna had, and she had to lick at her pussy too.

Karen didn't kneel on her arms, though, and instead made Amy squeeze and rub her breasts, and showed her how to finger and stroke her clitty along with her tongue to make her come too.

When she got off it was Slade's turn. This was again something strange, and Amy felt something like surprise that the dark gleaming black skin felt the same to her touch as the other woman's white skin did.

It was still very odd to be licking and sucking on dark black skin and brown nipples. And when Slade knelt above her and lowered her cunt onto Amy's face, Amy felt new surprise that her insides were as pink as the other women.

Her tongue and jaw were tired by now, and it took a lot of effort to make Slade have an orgasm. She kept at it, though, until the woman groaned in release and climbed off her.

The women were apparently satisfied for now, but Amy wasn't allowed to go to the fourth bunk and sleep. Instead Donna got back into the bunk, still naked, and pulled the sheets over them. They lay together like spoons, Amy's ass pressed back into Donna's groin and Donna's arm around her, hand cupping her breast loosely. Meghan spent the night in a dark cold cell all by herself. She had no idea that her sister was in a similar, but more crowded cell, and would have been horrified if she knew of the lewd lesbian rape she was being subjected to.

She lay awake in misery, trying to understand what had happened and trying to figure out how to get away from these horrible perverted people. Her ass continued to sting through the night, and she had to keep reaching back constantly to reassure herself that she wasn't all cut up or anything.

She knew one thing… she would do anything to avoid another caning. If that meant pretending to masturbate for that awful man then she would just have to do it, no matter how mortifying it was. The night took a long time to pass.

Morning came with the opening of the steel door. A woman came in, tall and broad shouldered like all of the guards seemed to be. She moved into the room and over to the bed as Meghan turned over onto her back, clutching the thin sheet against her nudity.

The woman smiled, then reached down and tore the sheet away. Meghan gasped but didn't move, knowing it would be useless to try and hide herself.

The woman's eyes looked her up and down, and Meghan was reminded of the way men looked at her, with lust in their eyes. She wondered if the woman was a lesbian, and felt a slow flush creeping over her face.

"Pretty little thing, ain't ya!" the woman drawled.

She sat on the edge of the bunk, then her hand shot out and gripped the back of Meghan's head, jerking her up in a single motion, crushing her lips down against Meghan's as the younger woman struggled ineffectually to pull free.

The woman pulled back and Meghan let out a gasp and pulled away as she laughed and snickered. She turned her head around, but then jerked it back as the woman slid her hand onto her belly.

"Stop it," she begged, gripping the woman's hand.

Suddenly that hand was around her throat, jamming her head back into the pillow and squeezing tightly. Meghan gurgled helplessly, both hands on the thick wrist as she tried to free herself. But it was like trying to bend a tree trunk. The woman's fingers held her tightly as her head began to throb and her vision sparkled and faded.

"You do whatever you're told, fuck-toy," the woman hissed.

She loosened her grip and Meghan gulped in air, looking up at her in fear. The woman smiled nastily, then slid her other hand over Meghan's body, squeezing her breasts, sliding it down between her legs, then jamming a finger painfully hard into her pussy slit.

"Nice, real nice," the woman sneered. "Yer sister's better, though."

"Wha… what!" Meghan gasped in a choked voice.

"Hot little blonde with long hair. You shoulda seen her squeal when I jammed my stick up her tight little pussy."

Meghan stared at her in appalled shock.

"A… Amy!" she gaped.

"That's her, nice tits on her, nice and round and sooooo soft. Don't worry, you'll get to see her before too long I expect."

"But… but why!" Meghan whimpered.

"Cause she's dirty, stinking little whore like you," the woman sneered. "Once the two of you have taken a few hundred cocks up your tight little pussies I figure you'll be a little less snotty, though."

She dragged Meghan to her feet and shoved her out the door. The woman led her down the hall to a shower room. There, the woman made her stand under the water for a minute, then picked up a bar of soap and began to very carefully soap her up. She ignored Meghan's soft, embarrassed pleadings, running her hand all over her body and even thrusting three fingers up into her asshole, pumping them in and out as she sniggered and enjoyed her discomfort.

"You should be grateful I don't give you what yer sister got," the woman sneered. "Bet she's got a sore pussy today, and a sore asshole too."

She gripped Meghan by the throat and pulled her face up right against her own as she glared hatefully at her. "That's the best thing to do with slutty little teenage whores," she spat. "Ream out their assholes real good! That shows 'em just how cheap and scummy they are!"

After Meghan rinsed off the soap the woman made her lay back on a table and spread her legs wide, wide apart. Then she picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut her narrow band of pussy hair down really short. She sprayed shaving cream over her pussy, then picked up a razor and began shaving all her pussy hair off.

Meghan tried to ask her to stop, but a single slap in the face convinced her to keep her mouth shut.

Soon her pussy was completely bald, and her little cunt cleft was embarrassingly visible. The woman fondled her puffy little bald cunt mound or a couple of minutes, stroking and finger it, dipping her fingers into the slit, and even finger fucking her for a minute.

Then she dried her pussy and gave her a pair of high, spiked heels and a super tight orange bodysuit to wear. The thing was almost worse than being naked. It was like being wrapped in plastic food wrap. It clutched her everywhere, and even pulled up tight into her pussy slit no matter how many times she tried to keep it out.