can't resist a bit more of convict 748's story .. this is a juicy bit:
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Convict 748 has been working almost continuously for five hours, hacking at the dusty ground, naked and in chains. Exhausted and caked with sweat and dirt, she dares not stop, for fear of the overseer's whip. When she sees him approaching across the field, she knows what to expect. Every day is the same. She is almost grateful, knowing that she will at least be able to rest her tired arms and shoulders for a few precious minutes. The small group of watchers just beyond the boundary fence also seem to know what's up; several of them raise binoculars and cameras in readiness. This is what they are here to see.
Obediently 748 folds her arms behind her back, as she has been ordered to do, whenever she is not working, or restrained some other way.
"Hey 748!" calls the overseer as he approaches, "time for your morning rape, you lucky cunt! I know it's the highlight of your day, being raped in chains by your overseer. You've been working like a slave... well, that's what you are, I suppose... so you deserve a break. Turn the fuck around and show me your slutty little ass..."
She obeys, used to being addressed in this fashion by now. The overseer comes very close; she smells his beery breath. One of his hands reaches round to squeeze her breast, making the little bell on her nipple-ring jingle jauntily.
"Jesus, 748, your tits are so small, I wouldn't be able to find them without these bells on your nipples." The chained woman knows better than to protest, merely groaning softly as she is mauled. His other hand snakes down under her crotch; he kicks her shackled ankles apart to make room for his hand between her legs. She suddenly feels his rough fingers at her genitals, poking, prodding and invading.
"Are you going to juice up for me, like a good little fuck toy?" he purrs, right into her ear, as his fingers slide across her labia. One of his stubby fingers slips into the ring set through her clitoris; she gasps softly as it is pulled. "Oh yes, I'm wearing your ring on my finger," says the overseer, "it doesn't mean we're married or anything. Who would want a dirty, sweaty little convict like you? Besides, legally speaking you're not even a human being - just a piece of state property - a sack of meat. Come on, girl-meat, juice up for me! I want that condemned cunt dripping wet! Or do you want me to use the meat tenderizer?" He taps the coiled whip, hanging in its thong at his belt, and pushes the whip's blunt handle into the cleft between her buttocks.
She leans back into his embrace, bone-weary, but determined to avoid a whipping. His fingers moving inside her vagina and tugging at her clitoris-ring begin to have an arousing effect, no doubt enhanced by the humiliation of being manhandled naked and in chains, and the prospect of being raped in full view of a group of strangers. In any case, she begins to respond to his touch. He detects her moistening cunt immediately.
"That's better, convict bitch." He grabs the two rings attached to the front of her waist shackle, to steady her. "Now, bend over and wiggle that ass for me!"