Unknown - Framed and chained

She tongued Donna's clitty and tried to get her lips around it as someone slid her fingers into Amy's own tight pussy tunnel and slurped over her own clitty. She felt her insides quickly reigniting, felt her juices begin to flow again and her belly beginning to heat up.

She rubbed at Donna's clitty, then thrust two fingers up into the woman's fuck tunnel as she sucked on it. She groaned as someone gnawed lightly on her own little fuck button, and her legs jerked and flopped down below her.

Soon Donna was bucking and bouncing and whining in heat as her cunt exploded with pussy milk and Amy scooped it out with her tongue. She herself was also getting ready to blow. She was having trouble breathing as the heat soared inside her and her muscles began to jerk and twitch.

Then Donna slid off her and Amy was able to look down between her legs to see Karen there. Karen raised her eyes and smiled, then slid up along Amy's body just like Donna had. They kissed, and Amy tasted her own pussy milk on Karen's lips.

Their lips slid softly together, their tongues touching as they ground their pussies against each other. Amy slid her hands down Karen's back and cupped her ass cheeks, surprised at her own daring but too excited, too hot to restrain herself.

She bucked up against the woman, grinding her pussy against her as their breasts rolled and crushed each other.

Karen pulled away, then crawled up and sat her pussy down onto Amy's face. At the same time Amy noticed a new weight on the bunk and felt fingers at her thighs, then at her pussy. A long tongue probed inside her as she began to lap at Karen's pussy mouth.

After having her throat fucked out, Meghan was forced to undergo something she considered even worse. She and Robin were forced to put on a lewd lesbian show for the man as he sat on a chair beside the bed.

Meghan felt terribly uncomfortable even kissing the other woman, especially as Robin shot her tongue into her mouth. But pressing her breasts against Robin's, and then being ordered, and having to suckle on Robin's nipples and finger her pussy slit, was almost more than she could bear.

Only the memory of her caning and the still tingling aching in her buttocks kept her from disobeying.

Robin led her to the bed, then the two of them made love as the man, and three others who had come in, watched.

As with the man, she had to pretend she liked it. Whenever she looked reluctant or unhappy he or one of the others would yell and curse her, and once, when she was on her knees facing Robin's cunt, and feeling almost nauseous about the idea of licking it, the man had slapped her ass hard, making her cry out in pain.

She'd had to lick Robin's pussy, shove her tongue way up inside, and then her fingers. It was all disgusting, but she'd done it, and then had lain back as Robin had sucked hers, not just lain there but writhed and moaned and arched her back as though she were having a tremendously good time.

It was humiliating doing that with a woman, even worse doing it with an audience watching and making lewd comments about her performance and her body.

When the men were satisfied she was given further instructions. Robin slowly and seductively crawled out of bed and crawled across the floor to where one of the men sat, then licked at his shoes, then up his legs to his crotch. She undid his pants, pulled his cock out, and began to suck.

Meghan, of course, was ordered to do the same thing, which she did. She sucked him erect, bobbing her lips up and down his stiff pecker, then, on further orders, rose to her feet, swayed in place a little as she slid her hands up and down her naked body, then straddled the man and settled her pussy down on his cock.

He sucked her breasts as she rode his cock up and down, and she had to groan and whine and act like she was having a terrific time.

The worst part, though, was when, as she rode him up and down, another of the men had come up behind them and slowly forced his cock up into her asshole. It was the second time she'd been sodomized, and she hated it every bit as much as the first.

She only hoped Amy wasn't undergoing the same kind of "training".

Amy was more than a little befuddled by the continuous sexual attention she was getting. Even after she'd sucked off Donna, Karen, and Slade, and been sucked to successive orgasms by the three women, things hadn't stopped.

She didn't understand why she wasn't more embarrassed. Not only had she done such… perverse things with women, but in front of an audience. Not only the women in the cell but the women in the cell across from them, none of whom she knew at ail.

After her third orgasm, and after she'd finished sucking off Slade, the three women had complimented her and patted her on the head and hugged her so much that she could not help feeling happy and pleased with herself.

When Slade turned on the radio and got up and started dancing, she had watched and applauded with the other two women. Slade danced so well, and so seductively, swaying and undulating her gleaming black body, that she'd felt a little jealous. And when Slade held her hands out and pulled Amy up to dance with her, the blonde girl had tried to titillate her exactly.

All her life she had been made to feel guilty about acting provocatively, about shaking her ass or trying to turn people on. She'd been told that wanting sex, enjoying sex, were wrong and slutty, that girls couldn't have sex unless they had a "meaningful relationship" with the guy, while guys could fuck any girl that moved.

Now, in just one day, she'd been released from those restraints. Here, among these women, she could dance in the nude, seven pair of eyes on her naked body, her bouncing breasts, her little pussy, and not feel self-conscious.

It was a heady experience. She'd never really thought about women before, but now found it exciting that they were turned on by her, that they thought she was beautiful and sexy, and wanted to make love with her.

When the cell doors were opened, their cell had become crowded as the women across from them had come over to introduce themselves. At first this made her a little shy and nervous, especially since the women were all dressed in normal jumpsuits, and even Donna and Karen had dressed.

The woman had surrounded her, smiling and complimenting her, and then she was pushed back onto one of the bunks and one of them had knelt between her legs and begun licking her.

Amy hadn't minded that much, and what embarrassment and reluctance she did feel had rapidly faded as the woman's tongue had driven deep into her pussy and set her sexual electricity humming once again.

For two hours she lay naked, one woman after another sucking her pussy, while others sat on her face or stroked and squeezed her breasts. She came again and again, writhing under many pairs of hands, and many lips and tongues.

And at the end, she found herself dancing to the music again, back against the wall, the cell and the hall in front of it filled with some two dozen women, all eyeing her with lust in their eyes and hearts.

It had been a terribly heady and exciting experience, being desired by so many women at once, and she had posed and preened and swung her hips and legs and breasts at them, smiling in delight as they called out how beautiful and hot and sexy she was. She'd danced and danced, surrounded by a blurry image of people, all calling out how great her tits were, or her ass, or how they'd love to get their fingers up her pussy hole.

Unfortunately, one of the guard women had come and stopped it, then made her put on the orange bodysuit and come away with her.

She was taken to a shower room and then, rather than being allowed to shower, was ordered to climb on a low table and kneel there on all fours. Two women guards had then washed her like she was a dog, soaping up her body and hair, and then, after much rubbing with their hands, particularly between the legs, she was rinsed off, dried off, then dressed in another tight orange bodysuit and taken upstairs.