Unknown - Framed and chained

She was led to a big cafeteria, which was packed with male prisoners in orange jumpsuits. She hesitated but the woman shoved her forward. The men all turned and started yelling and making obscene noises and comments as she was led through the room. She cringed in embarrassment, trying to cover herself with her hands.

The woman guard disappeared and a male guard took her place, leading Meghan up to the counter and making her take a tray and get her food. Then he led her to a table, in amongst the men, and stood behind her as she ate.

The men all around her stared hungrily at her and kept shouting to her, calling her names and telling her how they were going to fuck and sodomize her, how they were going to chew on her nipples and stick their cocks down her throat.

She was terrified, surrounded by a sea of crude, lust-crazed men who wanted to tear her tiny bit of clothes off and rape the hell out of her. She knew that, were it not for the guard behind her, they would be all over her, that she would be raped by hundreds of men.

She kept her head buried in her food and tried not to see any of their leering faces as she shoved the food down her throat and gulped down milk.

Finally she was led out of the cafeteria and handed over to a woman guard again. She sighed in relief as she was taken back to the more quiet areas of the jail, then led upstairs and into a small room equipped with a bed and a table and two chairs.

The woman left and she was alone for a few minutes. Then a man arrived, a large, broad shouldered, muscular man in his twenties. With him was a woman about the same age with honey colored blonde hair. She was dressed in the same kind of orange bodysuit that Meghan wore.

"Okay, slut," the man said. "We're gonna show you how we want you to act when you're around our customers, understand! You do good and you can have your own room with a TV and stereo and fridge, and eat in the small kitchen for the sluts. You fuck up and we'll let those guys you had breakfast with at you. Understand!"

Meghan swallowed and nodded.

"Say, yes, Sir," he glared.

"Yes, Sir," she repeated.

"Okay, now watch Robin here. She's gonna show you how to jerk off. The warden wasn't happy you wouldn't do it yesterday so you better learn it, cause he's sure gonna want to see it today."

"Sir, uhm, could I see my sister please!"

"I don't know nothing about any sister. Now shut your fucking mouth and do what you're told. You're gonna jerk off for us later so you better do it right."

Meghan felt a little embarrassment, but just a little. She wondered if she was becoming immune to embarrassment.

Robin smiled at her and Meghan tentatively returned it. Then the woman began to sort of roll her head in a rubbery way and slide her hands up and down her body. She gave Meghan a sultry look, her eyes slitted, her tongue sliding across her lips as she cupped her breasts, then slowly eased the zipper down.

She opened the front of her bodysuit, then pulled it wide, exposing her small, cone shaped breasts. She cupped and stroked them, then slid a hand down between her legs, still inside the bodysuit. Meghan could clearly see the outline of her hand against the tight material as she stroked her slit.

She wriggled out of the bodysuit, then crawled sensually into the bed, rolled onto her back, then brought her knees up and let them fall slowly apart, exposing her sex.

To Meghan's shock the woman's pussy was completely bare, with not even a single pubic hair. She watched with wide eyes as Robin slowly stretched and posed, her hands moving up and down her body, over her breasts and down between her legs.

She slid a finger inside her slit and pumped it in and out, sighing in pleasure, then began to stroke her clitty as she pumped two fingers in and out of her cunt tube. Meghan was embarrassed to watch, but at the same time could hardly tear her eyes from the sight.

Robin groaned realistically, arching her back, thrusting her breasts up and out as both her hands stroked and squeezed and fingered her pussy slit. She humped up at her hands and whined in heated ecstasy as she jerked off.

Then she gave a harsh jerky movement, her breath rattled emotionally as she rolled her eyes back, and she stopped, smiling at Meghan.

"Okay, slut. Now it's your turn," the man said.

Meghan made a face, then, embarrassed all over again, began to try and imitate what she had seen. She swayed in place and ran her hands up and down her body, caressing herself through the thin bodysuit, then eased the zipper down, baring her breasts to the man and woman, then peeled it down and off.

She knew she wasn't as graceful or realistic as Robin had been, and that made her even more self-conscious. It was very odd, she thought, to be self-conscious about stripping and playing with herself to begin with, and then be self-conscious because she wasn't doing it well enough.

Still, naked, she laid back on the bed, and continued to run her hands up and down her body. She tried to ignore the presence of the other two, pretend she was all alone, but it was awfully hard. She was especially embarrassed when she first touched her pussy, and began to stroke her fingers up and down her slit.

She tried to think of herself as merely an actress, not as someone doing a perverted sexual thing in front of witnesses. That made her feel a little less embarrassed, and she was able to groan a little and undulate her body.

She forced a finger into her pussy tunnel, then stroked her clitty with her finger as she rolled her head from side to side and groaned again. She began to hump up against her fingers, grunting with the effort, making it sound like she was having a good time.

But then the man threw her a curve, or more precisely, a dildo. The long, thick rubber cock hit the bed next to her and startled her out of her act. She stared at it in shock, never having seen one before.

"Use that," the man ordered. "Start fucking yourself with it."

Meghan touched the thing as though it were a snake, but with a small shudder of disgust, picked it up, knowing she had to do whatever she wanted now, that her days of doing what she chose were gone, perhaps forever.

She pressed it against her slit and tried to push it inside, but she was very dry there, and the thing was very thick.

She needed to get some moisture on it.

Then she had an inspiration. She rubbed the cock up and down her body, like it was a real cock, playing with and smiling as she rolled it between her breasts. She slid it up and put it into her mouth, sucking on the head like she was sucking a cock, getting it very wet.

She tongued the head and slid her tongue up and down the shaft like it was a popsicle. She got as much moisture onto it as she could before returning it to her pussy crack.

It was much easier now to slide it into her box, and twisting it from side to side, easing it in, then back, then forward again, she managed to get it all the way up her fuck tunnel without much discomfort. It felt odd up there, of course. She'd never had anything like it inside herself until yesterday, when she was raped a couple of times.

The dildo felt different than the cocks, though. Not only was it harder, but more importantly, then pain she had experienced during the cruel rapes was absent, probably because she wasn't filled with fear just now, and had had time to ease it in slowly.

She began to pump it in and out as she humped against it and grunted with feigned pleasure. She had to draw her knees back to get the proper leverage to pump the thing, and this exposed her cunt and asshole even more than they had been, but simply exposing herself wasn't much to be ashamed of by now.

She was startled again as her act was interrupted. This time it was the man who fell on the bed. He jerked his pants down and took out his hard erection, then reached for the dildo. He yanked it out of her pussy tunnel and tossed it aside, then gripped her legs behind the knees and forced her legs back further.