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rb1956
Lone Wolf
good story so far !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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montycrusto
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Part 12.
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The policeman casually dumped the young woman on the hard floor of the meat-wagon, between the two benches, and rolled her on to her belly. She lay there, winded and panting, her small breasts crushed under her. The officer climbed in behind her, rummaged in a small compartment near the front of the van, and brought out a length of steel chain. He fastened one end to Gemma's handcuffs with a small padlock, and pulled the chain up towards her head, forcing her hands up between her shoulder blades. She whimpered with discomfort.
"Now then, none of your fucking lip," said the copper, as he fed the chain through the ring at the top of the brutal leather hood. "You think this is uncomfortable? You ain't seen nothing yet!"
He grabbed the chain between Gemma's ankles and pulled them up and forwards, flexing her knees until her heels dug into her sore and reddened buttocks. "This'll keep you secure for the journey," he said, as he pulled hard on the longer chain and padlocked the free end to the leg-irons, effectively hog-tying Gemma in steel.
Gemma grunted in pain, her hooded head now forced back and her wrists pulled high up behind her neck. Two more policemen boarded the back of the meat-wagon, and she felt the vibration of slamming doors and the engine roaring into life.
As the vehicle jolted into motion, the officers amused themselves with their captive, placing their heavily booted feet on her back until she could barely breathe, and probing her private parts with their batons. She could do nothing but lie helplessly at their feet, and take any abuse they cared to dish out.
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Note: all characters are fictional consenting adults engaging in consensual role-play for fantasy purposes. Artwork is ink on paper.
(expand in new tab to view)The policeman casually dumped the young woman on the hard floor of the meat-wagon, between the two benches, and rolled her on to her belly. She lay there, winded and panting, her small breasts crushed under her. The officer climbed in behind her, rummaged in a small compartment near the front of the van, and brought out a length of steel chain. He fastened one end to Gemma's handcuffs with a small padlock, and pulled the chain up towards her head, forcing her hands up between her shoulder blades. She whimpered with discomfort.
"Now then, none of your fucking lip," said the copper, as he fed the chain through the ring at the top of the brutal leather hood. "You think this is uncomfortable? You ain't seen nothing yet!"
He grabbed the chain between Gemma's ankles and pulled them up and forwards, flexing her knees until her heels dug into her sore and reddened buttocks. "This'll keep you secure for the journey," he said, as he pulled hard on the longer chain and padlocked the free end to the leg-irons, effectively hog-tying Gemma in steel.
Gemma grunted in pain, her hooded head now forced back and her wrists pulled high up behind her neck. Two more policemen boarded the back of the meat-wagon, and she felt the vibration of slamming doors and the engine roaring into life.
As the vehicle jolted into motion, the officers amused themselves with their captive, placing their heavily booted feet on her back until she could barely breathe, and probing her private parts with their batons. She could do nothing but lie helplessly at their feet, and take any abuse they cared to dish out.
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to be continued...
Note: all characters are fictional consenting adults engaging in consensual role-play for fantasy purposes. Artwork is ink on paper.
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montycrusto
Guest
I have got 18 parts so far but the story is not quite finished.
Thank you! Then I can wait a bit further for collect the parts.
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montycrusto
Guest
Part 13.
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Gemma grovelled on the floor of the police van as it jolted and juddered along, and the officers trampled her with their heavy boots and took turns sticking their batons into her vagina and anus. Every bump and pot-hole in the road slammed the floor up into her naked breasts and belly, knocking the wind out of her lungs, and jerking their batons deeper inside her body. Hooded, gagged and tightly chained as she was, there was nothing she could do but hope the awful journey would soon be over.
The van drew to a sudden stop, throwing the helpless girl forward into the padded legs of one of the coppers. They unlocked the chain from her leg-irons, and passed it back through the hood-ring, releasing her from the strict hog-tie she had been made to suffer. Two of the officers dragged her out of the van and set her on her feet, leaving the long length of chain still locked to her handcuffs behind her back. One of the men grabbed Gemma's hooded head and growled near her ear, "Welcome to the interrogation centre, terrorist slut! Your new home. Too bad you can't see it just yet. But you'll see... you'll see how we treat domestic extremists and enemies of the state like you! Now get fucking moving, bitch, we're going to find a nice little cell for you. Play time is later!"
He passed the chain forward between the girl's bare thighs, and pulled it up hard in front of her, making the steel links bite deep into her sex. She uttered a muffled squeak of pain and surprise, straightening her arms behind her back and standing up on tiptoe as best she could to ease the terrible pressure between her legs. The copper threw the chain over his shoulder as he turned, and dragged her along behind him. She staggered forward, hobbled by the short chain between her ankles. A second officer walked behind her, steadying her with one hand round her slender neck, hitching his thumb into one of the hood's leather straps for extra grip.
Blind and disorientated by the hood, Gemma tottered with small, quick steps through a doorway and along a corridor behind the leading cop, struggling to keep up, and feeling like the steel chain was burrowing deeper and deeper between her labia with every tug. The handcuffs that bound her wrists were pulled hard into her still aching buttocks, and she moaned a muffled protest as she was frog-marched along. The only other sounds were the tramp of heavy boots and the jingling of steel chain. The cop behind her squeezed her neck, steering her with his other hand, which rested on her shoulder.
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Note: all characters are fictional consenting adults engaging in consensual role-play for fantasy purposes. Artwork is ink on paper.
(expand in new tab to view)Gemma grovelled on the floor of the police van as it jolted and juddered along, and the officers trampled her with their heavy boots and took turns sticking their batons into her vagina and anus. Every bump and pot-hole in the road slammed the floor up into her naked breasts and belly, knocking the wind out of her lungs, and jerking their batons deeper inside her body. Hooded, gagged and tightly chained as she was, there was nothing she could do but hope the awful journey would soon be over.
The van drew to a sudden stop, throwing the helpless girl forward into the padded legs of one of the coppers. They unlocked the chain from her leg-irons, and passed it back through the hood-ring, releasing her from the strict hog-tie she had been made to suffer. Two of the officers dragged her out of the van and set her on her feet, leaving the long length of chain still locked to her handcuffs behind her back. One of the men grabbed Gemma's hooded head and growled near her ear, "Welcome to the interrogation centre, terrorist slut! Your new home. Too bad you can't see it just yet. But you'll see... you'll see how we treat domestic extremists and enemies of the state like you! Now get fucking moving, bitch, we're going to find a nice little cell for you. Play time is later!"
He passed the chain forward between the girl's bare thighs, and pulled it up hard in front of her, making the steel links bite deep into her sex. She uttered a muffled squeak of pain and surprise, straightening her arms behind her back and standing up on tiptoe as best she could to ease the terrible pressure between her legs. The copper threw the chain over his shoulder as he turned, and dragged her along behind him. She staggered forward, hobbled by the short chain between her ankles. A second officer walked behind her, steadying her with one hand round her slender neck, hitching his thumb into one of the hood's leather straps for extra grip.
Blind and disorientated by the hood, Gemma tottered with small, quick steps through a doorway and along a corridor behind the leading cop, struggling to keep up, and feeling like the steel chain was burrowing deeper and deeper between her labia with every tug. The handcuffs that bound her wrists were pulled hard into her still aching buttocks, and she moaned a muffled protest as she was frog-marched along. The only other sounds were the tramp of heavy boots and the jingling of steel chain. The cop behind her squeezed her neck, steering her with his other hand, which rested on her shoulder.
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Note: all characters are fictional consenting adults engaging in consensual role-play for fantasy purposes. Artwork is ink on paper.
SkatingJesus
King of the Crux Hill
A really interesting thread, I follow it with a great attention! 
Martha Come
Senator
Thanks a lot, Monty! And please remember you promised to avoid the censorship you felt on DA............
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montycrusto
Guest
Thanks SJ, I like your work too.
Thanks, and those are great photos!
I don't remember promising anything... but who knows
hehe.. thanks! Glad you are enjoying it
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montycrusto
Guest
Part 14
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They negotiated a flight of steel steps and a couple of turnings, the policeman in the lead pulling the hooded and naked captive along by the chain between her legs. They stopped, and Gemma heard male voices through the thick leather hood, and felt fingers at the back of her head and neck, undoing the straps. Thank God, she thought, she was to be freed from the suffocating hood with its cruel gag... Suddenly she felt something cold moving across her belly; up and down and across, an odd and inexplicable sensation. Then the hood was unzipped and removed, pulling the evil gag out of her mouth with a sucking noise.
Gemma screwed up her eyes in the blinding light, and her head felt cold and sweaty; strands of wet hair lay plastered across her brows and cheeks, but with her hands still cuffed behind her back, she could not brush it away. She drew deep, grateful breaths of air, and worked her cramped jaw loose again, as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. There were at least two other men in the room, besides the cops who had brought her in. The voices of her captors sounded harsh in her ears.
"Room for this little cunt down the far end, on the left", she heard. "Number twenty-six."
"OK, got it."
"Hold her still now, while I get the camera"
Gemma squinted down at her belly, to see that a number had been scrawled across her body, between her breasts and her navel. Three B slash twenty-six. Across the room, a uniformed man stood at a desk covered in papers, fiddling with a camera. She looked around the large brick-lined room. Light filtered in through a high, barred window. There were tall steel lockers around three sides, of the kind that would be found in a changing-room. A second prison guard was unlocking a heavy padlock on the door of one of these, a short distance away; Gemma watched as he threw the narrow steel door open with a crash, and extracted a naked woman, wearing another hood of the type Gemma had worn until a minute ago.
"Exercise time, you fucking slut," the guard shouted, poking the woman's breasts with his baton. Like Gemma, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her ankles were shackled; there was no way she could defend herself. The man turned her round so she faced the lockers, and bent her over at the waist, attaching a short chain to her handcuffs which he fastened to a rail that ran across the interior of the open locker, near the top. He kicked the woman's ankles apart as far as her shackles would allow, and unfastened his belt and the front of his trousers. A muffled groan emanated from the hooded woman as he thrust his cock into her, raping her vigorously while he slapped her buttocks and thighs with his free hand, and his baton roamed over her shoulders, arms and belly, seeking unbruised flesh.
"Eyes front, stupid bitch!" the other prison officer barked at Gemma - she dragged her eyes away from the atrocity occurring a few feet away, to see the other prison officer pointing a camera in her face. "This isn't a fucking floor show. Hold the cunt's head will you, mate?"
One of the riot cops grabbed her by the chin and held her head, making her look straight into the camera. The other cop wrapped his arms around her, crushing the breath out of her lungs, while his meaty hands tightened round her small breasts and squeezed them painfully. Tears filled Gemma's eyes as the camera flashed and clicked, while next to her an unknown woman was raped and beaten in her chains, her gag-muffled sobs clearly audible through the leather hood.
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note: all characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play. Artwork is ink on paper.
(expand in new tab to view)They negotiated a flight of steel steps and a couple of turnings, the policeman in the lead pulling the hooded and naked captive along by the chain between her legs. They stopped, and Gemma heard male voices through the thick leather hood, and felt fingers at the back of her head and neck, undoing the straps. Thank God, she thought, she was to be freed from the suffocating hood with its cruel gag... Suddenly she felt something cold moving across her belly; up and down and across, an odd and inexplicable sensation. Then the hood was unzipped and removed, pulling the evil gag out of her mouth with a sucking noise.
Gemma screwed up her eyes in the blinding light, and her head felt cold and sweaty; strands of wet hair lay plastered across her brows and cheeks, but with her hands still cuffed behind her back, she could not brush it away. She drew deep, grateful breaths of air, and worked her cramped jaw loose again, as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. There were at least two other men in the room, besides the cops who had brought her in. The voices of her captors sounded harsh in her ears.
"Room for this little cunt down the far end, on the left", she heard. "Number twenty-six."
"OK, got it."
"Hold her still now, while I get the camera"
Gemma squinted down at her belly, to see that a number had been scrawled across her body, between her breasts and her navel. Three B slash twenty-six. Across the room, a uniformed man stood at a desk covered in papers, fiddling with a camera. She looked around the large brick-lined room. Light filtered in through a high, barred window. There were tall steel lockers around three sides, of the kind that would be found in a changing-room. A second prison guard was unlocking a heavy padlock on the door of one of these, a short distance away; Gemma watched as he threw the narrow steel door open with a crash, and extracted a naked woman, wearing another hood of the type Gemma had worn until a minute ago.
"Exercise time, you fucking slut," the guard shouted, poking the woman's breasts with his baton. Like Gemma, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her ankles were shackled; there was no way she could defend herself. The man turned her round so she faced the lockers, and bent her over at the waist, attaching a short chain to her handcuffs which he fastened to a rail that ran across the interior of the open locker, near the top. He kicked the woman's ankles apart as far as her shackles would allow, and unfastened his belt and the front of his trousers. A muffled groan emanated from the hooded woman as he thrust his cock into her, raping her vigorously while he slapped her buttocks and thighs with his free hand, and his baton roamed over her shoulders, arms and belly, seeking unbruised flesh.
"Eyes front, stupid bitch!" the other prison officer barked at Gemma - she dragged her eyes away from the atrocity occurring a few feet away, to see the other prison officer pointing a camera in her face. "This isn't a fucking floor show. Hold the cunt's head will you, mate?"
One of the riot cops grabbed her by the chin and held her head, making her look straight into the camera. The other cop wrapped his arms around her, crushing the breath out of her lungs, while his meaty hands tightened round her small breasts and squeezed them painfully. Tears filled Gemma's eyes as the camera flashed and clicked, while next to her an unknown woman was raped and beaten in her chains, her gag-muffled sobs clearly audible through the leather hood.
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note: all characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play. Artwork is ink on paper.
She should get an attorney even if he's as bad as Tree...
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montycrusto
Guest
Part 15
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Once Gemma's entire body and face had been photographed, the guard put down the camera and began to fill in a form. "Item three B slash twenty-six. Female. Hair: dirty blonde. Eyes: hazel. Skin: white, freckled. Height: Five foot four inches. Weight: about 110 pounds. Distinguishing features: fucking small tits. Name... I'll just put 'Cunt 26' for now; we'll get all the information we need out of her tomorrow."
Gemma began to speak. "Please, Sir..." Her voice wavered uncertainly.
The guard looked at her coldly. "Shut the fuck up, Cunt 26; you'll speak only when I tell you to."
He motioned to the cops who held her, "Stick her on that bucket, lads, the bitch probably needs to piss, and I don't want her messing up her cell on the first night." The officers manhandled her over to the galvanised bucket and forced her to squat over it. She sat awkwardly, her hands still cuffed behind her back. "Go on then, terrorist scumbag," one of the men said, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back, so she was forced to look up at him, "Get pissing if you know what's good for you. Don't keep us waiting."
Gemma wriggled on the sharp rim of the bucket. She did actually need to go, but with these crude men watching... After a few moments, with relief, she felt the hot urine pouring out of her into the bucket below. The coppers grinned at the trickling sound. One more humiliation.
A few feet away, the second guard was still energetically raping the hooded prisoner; with a couple of heaves and a deep groan, he filled her vagina and pulled out, wiping himself on her bare thighs. A small but audible moan was heard from deep within the hood. He lifted her head up by the steel ring and rubbed his still erect cock over her leather-covered face. "Hmmm, you like that, don't you, Nineteen," he crooned, "Want me to take the hood off so you can clean me up? Well, too bad." He ran his fingers through her dripping crotch, gathering a small handful of his own slimy seed, which he smeared across the front of the hood, forcing it into the two tiny holes below her nostrils, through which the woman breathed. She snorted and blew desperately to clear her airway, but could not prevent him filling her nose with the stuff. Deprived of air, she panicked, her chains jingling as she struggled, until she had snuffled and gulped enough to be able to draw a shuddering breath. The guard patted her on the head. "Just a little souvenir for you, Nineteen, of our romantic time together. You know I could drown you in it if I wanted." Nineteen shook her head and whimpered, the sounds of her distress heavily muffled by the tight hood and its mouth-stuffing gag.
The other prison guard stood over Gemma as she sat on the piss-bucket, and stroked her throat and chin with the tip of his baton. "Good girl," he said approvingly, "You know how to do what you're told. You'll go far. Now open up that slutty little mouth of yours and suck the end of my stick..."
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to be continued...
Note: all characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play. Artwork is ink on paper.
(expand in new tab to view)Once Gemma's entire body and face had been photographed, the guard put down the camera and began to fill in a form. "Item three B slash twenty-six. Female. Hair: dirty blonde. Eyes: hazel. Skin: white, freckled. Height: Five foot four inches. Weight: about 110 pounds. Distinguishing features: fucking small tits. Name... I'll just put 'Cunt 26' for now; we'll get all the information we need out of her tomorrow."
Gemma began to speak. "Please, Sir..." Her voice wavered uncertainly.
The guard looked at her coldly. "Shut the fuck up, Cunt 26; you'll speak only when I tell you to."
He motioned to the cops who held her, "Stick her on that bucket, lads, the bitch probably needs to piss, and I don't want her messing up her cell on the first night." The officers manhandled her over to the galvanised bucket and forced her to squat over it. She sat awkwardly, her hands still cuffed behind her back. "Go on then, terrorist scumbag," one of the men said, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back, so she was forced to look up at him, "Get pissing if you know what's good for you. Don't keep us waiting."
Gemma wriggled on the sharp rim of the bucket. She did actually need to go, but with these crude men watching... After a few moments, with relief, she felt the hot urine pouring out of her into the bucket below. The coppers grinned at the trickling sound. One more humiliation.
A few feet away, the second guard was still energetically raping the hooded prisoner; with a couple of heaves and a deep groan, he filled her vagina and pulled out, wiping himself on her bare thighs. A small but audible moan was heard from deep within the hood. He lifted her head up by the steel ring and rubbed his still erect cock over her leather-covered face. "Hmmm, you like that, don't you, Nineteen," he crooned, "Want me to take the hood off so you can clean me up? Well, too bad." He ran his fingers through her dripping crotch, gathering a small handful of his own slimy seed, which he smeared across the front of the hood, forcing it into the two tiny holes below her nostrils, through which the woman breathed. She snorted and blew desperately to clear her airway, but could not prevent him filling her nose with the stuff. Deprived of air, she panicked, her chains jingling as she struggled, until she had snuffled and gulped enough to be able to draw a shuddering breath. The guard patted her on the head. "Just a little souvenir for you, Nineteen, of our romantic time together. You know I could drown you in it if I wanted." Nineteen shook her head and whimpered, the sounds of her distress heavily muffled by the tight hood and its mouth-stuffing gag.
The other prison guard stood over Gemma as she sat on the piss-bucket, and stroked her throat and chin with the tip of his baton. "Good girl," he said approvingly, "You know how to do what you're told. You'll go far. Now open up that slutty little mouth of yours and suck the end of my stick..."
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to be continued...
Note: all characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play. Artwork is ink on paper.
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montycrusto
Guest
Part 16.
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Gemma sat on the hard rim of the piss-bucket, struggling to suck and lick the prison guard's baton to his satisfaction.
"Suck harder, cunt twenty-six!" he demanded, "I want to see your cheeks hollow! Good girl, now lick!"
Beside her, the other prison guard reached up and released the padlock that locked prisoner 19's handcuffs to the rail inside her locker, and then pulled her upright by the ring at the top of her hood. Gemma could see she had "3B/19" scrawled across her belly. The hooded, naked woman stood passively, snuffling occasionally as if she had a cold. The guard took nineteen's wrists and twisted them up behind her back, until her hands were way up between her shoulder-blades, then he pushed her sideways into the open locker; her ankle chain rattled on the steel floor as she almost tripped on the sill. Once she was inside, the guard took the chain still attached to her handcuffs, passed it over the rail and pulled downwards, causing a muffled grunt of pain from the prisoner as her arms were twisted. "Up on your toes, you stupid bitch!" the guard shouted, placing one hand under her crotch and pulling upwards, "Come on, nineteen, up!" The helpless woman complied, and the guard padlocked the end of the taut chain to her hood ring. Gemma watched the woman attempt to stay up on her toes; when she sank down on to her heels, her arms were twisted further up behind her neck, and the hood tightened around her face, forcing the large gag deeper into her throat and half-choking her. The guard gave her a final stinging slap on her thigh and shouted "Night night, fuck-meat!" before slamming the steel door shut, and padlocking it.
"Eyes on me, cunt, never mind what that bitch is doing," said the guard who stood in front of Gemma, drawing his baton out of her open mouth and sticking it back on his belt. "You've got a lot to learn, but we've got plenty of time. You'll soon be sucking like a pro. Let's get you plugged for the night - a special treat as you're new here - stand up straight!" She stood, confused, as the man directed one of the cops to bring over a chair, it happened to be the one they had carelessly left Gemma's hood on, after removing it. The guard rummaged in a cupboard, fishing out a long chain, one end of which he passed around her waist, padlocking it to itself just below her navel. The rest of the chain hung down between Gemma's body and the chair, and trailed on the floor.
"Bend the bitch over and hold her still, will you, mate," the guard asked the cop, "they tend to kick and thrash about a bit when the plugs go in." As the cop bent Gemma over the chair back, the guard returned to the cupboard, coming back with two fearsome-looking objects; one was obviously a very large dildo; the other one was shorter but fatter... Gemma realized with a shock that it must be a butt-plug. Helplessly bent double over the chair, with the powerful policeman easily holding her by her hair and wrists, she began to struggle and protest. "Ha ha, see what I mean?" chuckled the guard, "and I haven't even started yet!"
He waved the two obscene objects in Gemma's face. "See these big boys, twenty-six? You got a fucking date with both of 'em tonight, and they're going to party in your fuck-holes all night long, what do you think about that?"
Her eyes wide with terror, Gemma could only stammer "Please, sir... don't..."
"Now, you lucky cunt, which one do you want me to shove in first?" he said, moving round behind her. "I'm fucking kidding of course. Nobody gives a shit what you want around here."
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Artwork is ink on paper. All characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play.
(expand in new tab to view)Gemma sat on the hard rim of the piss-bucket, struggling to suck and lick the prison guard's baton to his satisfaction.
"Suck harder, cunt twenty-six!" he demanded, "I want to see your cheeks hollow! Good girl, now lick!"
Beside her, the other prison guard reached up and released the padlock that locked prisoner 19's handcuffs to the rail inside her locker, and then pulled her upright by the ring at the top of her hood. Gemma could see she had "3B/19" scrawled across her belly. The hooded, naked woman stood passively, snuffling occasionally as if she had a cold. The guard took nineteen's wrists and twisted them up behind her back, until her hands were way up between her shoulder-blades, then he pushed her sideways into the open locker; her ankle chain rattled on the steel floor as she almost tripped on the sill. Once she was inside, the guard took the chain still attached to her handcuffs, passed it over the rail and pulled downwards, causing a muffled grunt of pain from the prisoner as her arms were twisted. "Up on your toes, you stupid bitch!" the guard shouted, placing one hand under her crotch and pulling upwards, "Come on, nineteen, up!" The helpless woman complied, and the guard padlocked the end of the taut chain to her hood ring. Gemma watched the woman attempt to stay up on her toes; when she sank down on to her heels, her arms were twisted further up behind her neck, and the hood tightened around her face, forcing the large gag deeper into her throat and half-choking her. The guard gave her a final stinging slap on her thigh and shouted "Night night, fuck-meat!" before slamming the steel door shut, and padlocking it.
"Eyes on me, cunt, never mind what that bitch is doing," said the guard who stood in front of Gemma, drawing his baton out of her open mouth and sticking it back on his belt. "You've got a lot to learn, but we've got plenty of time. You'll soon be sucking like a pro. Let's get you plugged for the night - a special treat as you're new here - stand up straight!" She stood, confused, as the man directed one of the cops to bring over a chair, it happened to be the one they had carelessly left Gemma's hood on, after removing it. The guard rummaged in a cupboard, fishing out a long chain, one end of which he passed around her waist, padlocking it to itself just below her navel. The rest of the chain hung down between Gemma's body and the chair, and trailed on the floor.
"Bend the bitch over and hold her still, will you, mate," the guard asked the cop, "they tend to kick and thrash about a bit when the plugs go in." As the cop bent Gemma over the chair back, the guard returned to the cupboard, coming back with two fearsome-looking objects; one was obviously a very large dildo; the other one was shorter but fatter... Gemma realized with a shock that it must be a butt-plug. Helplessly bent double over the chair, with the powerful policeman easily holding her by her hair and wrists, she began to struggle and protest. "Ha ha, see what I mean?" chuckled the guard, "and I haven't even started yet!"
He waved the two obscene objects in Gemma's face. "See these big boys, twenty-six? You got a fucking date with both of 'em tonight, and they're going to party in your fuck-holes all night long, what do you think about that?"
Her eyes wide with terror, Gemma could only stammer "Please, sir... don't..."
"Now, you lucky cunt, which one do you want me to shove in first?" he said, moving round behind her. "I'm fucking kidding of course. Nobody gives a shit what you want around here."
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Artwork is ink on paper. All characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play.
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montycrusto
Guest
Part 17.
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Gemma stood naked and shackled, bent double over the sturdy chair, and whimpered while the prison officer behind her rubbed the nose of the fat butt plug across her pussy. He pushed it a little way inside her, until it was well coated with moisture, then drew it slowly across her perineum, until it rested against her anus.
"Relax, cunt twenty-six!" the officer said, poking her reddened buttocks with the dildo he held in his other hand, "It's going up your crap-hole, whether you want it or not." He started to push the conical end of the plug into her, widening her sphincter, and making her gasp. Her eyes widened, then squeezed shut, as she struggled to accommodate the invader.
"No, please..." she hissed through clenched teeth, "It's too big... it hurts!" The guard gave no indication he had even heard, and continued twisting and pushing, hooking one hand through her waist-chain for added leverage. Suddenly, the widest part of the plug cleared her ring of muscle, and the plug popped into her, making her cry out with pain. She would have reared up off the chair, if one of the policemen had not been holding her easily by her hair and the chain between her handcuffs. Her tormentor gave her no time to recover, before ramming the large dildo into her sex, forcing it deep inside her until its flared base pushed against her pussy lips. He seized the long chain that dangled from her waist, and passed the end through the rings at the base of each of the two devices, pulling through the slack, before passing the end under the waist-chain, in the small of her back. As he pulled it tight, the chain forced the butt plug and dildo a little deeper inside Gemma's body.
"Let's make sure those are properly located," said the guard, "Don't want the fucking things falling out every time you wiggle your hips." Hanging on to the chain with both hands, he leaned back and planted his foot in her ass, pushing both plugs deeper into her with his shoe. The chain tightened between her buttocks, causing more pained protest from the helpless girl. As the guard pushed harder with his foot, the chair tipped forward, so that her shackled feet left the floor and the top of the chair cut into her stomach; she moaned with discomfort and humiliation.
One of the policemen picked up the leather hood, and stretched it open, ready to envelop her head once more in its clinging, suffocating darkness, but the cop who held her hair suddenly said "Ah, fuck it, I got to have the bitch right now!". Fumbling with his trousers, he let go her arms and held her hair with both hands, stuffing his cock into her mouth, and converting her protests to wordless gasps and gurgles. Gemma's handcuffs clicked as her hands fluttered uselessly behind her back, and she was rocked back and forth between them, her pussy and ass stuffed to bursting, and her mouth full of hot meat.
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to be continued...
Ink on paper. All characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play.
(expand in new tab to view)Gemma stood naked and shackled, bent double over the sturdy chair, and whimpered while the prison officer behind her rubbed the nose of the fat butt plug across her pussy. He pushed it a little way inside her, until it was well coated with moisture, then drew it slowly across her perineum, until it rested against her anus.
"Relax, cunt twenty-six!" the officer said, poking her reddened buttocks with the dildo he held in his other hand, "It's going up your crap-hole, whether you want it or not." He started to push the conical end of the plug into her, widening her sphincter, and making her gasp. Her eyes widened, then squeezed shut, as she struggled to accommodate the invader.
"No, please..." she hissed through clenched teeth, "It's too big... it hurts!" The guard gave no indication he had even heard, and continued twisting and pushing, hooking one hand through her waist-chain for added leverage. Suddenly, the widest part of the plug cleared her ring of muscle, and the plug popped into her, making her cry out with pain. She would have reared up off the chair, if one of the policemen had not been holding her easily by her hair and the chain between her handcuffs. Her tormentor gave her no time to recover, before ramming the large dildo into her sex, forcing it deep inside her until its flared base pushed against her pussy lips. He seized the long chain that dangled from her waist, and passed the end through the rings at the base of each of the two devices, pulling through the slack, before passing the end under the waist-chain, in the small of her back. As he pulled it tight, the chain forced the butt plug and dildo a little deeper inside Gemma's body.
"Let's make sure those are properly located," said the guard, "Don't want the fucking things falling out every time you wiggle your hips." Hanging on to the chain with both hands, he leaned back and planted his foot in her ass, pushing both plugs deeper into her with his shoe. The chain tightened between her buttocks, causing more pained protest from the helpless girl. As the guard pushed harder with his foot, the chair tipped forward, so that her shackled feet left the floor and the top of the chair cut into her stomach; she moaned with discomfort and humiliation.
One of the policemen picked up the leather hood, and stretched it open, ready to envelop her head once more in its clinging, suffocating darkness, but the cop who held her hair suddenly said "Ah, fuck it, I got to have the bitch right now!". Fumbling with his trousers, he let go her arms and held her hair with both hands, stuffing his cock into her mouth, and converting her protests to wordless gasps and gurgles. Gemma's handcuffs clicked as her hands fluttered uselessly behind her back, and she was rocked back and forth between them, her pussy and ass stuffed to bursting, and her mouth full of hot meat.
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to be continued...
Ink on paper. All characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play.
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Part 16.
Montycrusto, that 'filing cabinet' method of storing prisoners, sensory deprivation, extreme bondage etc is the most terrible (for her)/erotic (for me) technique I've ever seen.
I look forward to 26's experience.
M
