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"Sir!" a skinny prisoner stopped the warden as he was about to walk to the next girl in line. Each morning, the prisoners have to strip except for their shorts and stand in line for a roll call.
"You have something to say, prisoner?" the warden turned around to face the anorexic prisoner and asked.
"Sir, I..." she stuttered and flushed her face before continuing, "I... I want to eat more, sir."
"Is that so?" the warden asked as he grabbed the sharp chin of the girl. "But you know, you have to earn what you eat here, don't you?"
"...Yes, sir," she replied in a barely audible voice while avoiding his gaze.
"Then what do you want us to do?" he lifted his hand to brush her gaunt face and asked.
"Please... use me... like other girls, sir!" She bit down her lower lip and dropped her face, her branch-like limbs shaking with shame and exhaustion.
All prisoners were given just a half bowl of cold gruel every morning. If they wanted to eat more, they had to serve at least three wardens sexually to get another bowl. It wasn't an easy task as there were so many more prisoners than the wardens, and the sexual drive of a man is not limitless.
She just couldn't degrade herself by dropping her underwear and flaunting her cunt to wardens who walk by her cell, as most other girls did. But few girls lasted more than a few months in this prison before begging to sell her dignity for a bowl of gruel.
"I'm sorry dear, but what made you think anyone would want to fuck you?" The warden poked her withered breasts and jeered, "You don't even have tits anymore. And I'm pretty sure your cunt must have all dried up like a desert by now." He suddenly grabbed her shorts and pulled it down to reveal her slit. It slid down to the ground without resistance, as her shrunken buttocks don't have enough flesh to hold the clothes.
"No... No! Please, I can't stand any longer!" The girl collapsed to the ground and pleaded, "Please let me serve you, sir. I... I can please you!" She grabbed his pants as he tried to walk away.
"Sorry, I don't want to fuck a skeleton. You should have asked way sooner." With his words, he shook his leg to shed off the bony fingers of the girl and turned away.
"Look, it's still moist!" the girl suddenly shouted and threw her legs widely apart. "Sir, I can prove it... please look at me... just look at my pussy," spreading her withered lips with her fingers, she began to massage her clit frantically as she wailed, "It's still moist! It's moist! You can have it anytime... it's all yours! Please let me serve you, sir! PLEASE!"
The girl hysterically cried until he walked to the next girl without looking back.
(P.S.: I just realized it's "Vignettes from the slave pits," not "from the prison cells" after I wrote this. Sorry if it was a bit offtopic! Maybe we can simply imagine they are some sort of slave girls, being punished for refusing to take the training needed to become a sex slave )