Part 18
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Uttering a low groan, the policeman emptied his balls down the helpless prisoner's throat. He pulled himself out of her with a sucking sound, and Gemma had time for one gurgling breath of air before he clamped his hand over her open mouth. The prison-guard behind her removed his foot from her ass, where he had been grinding the butt plug and dildo deeper into her body with the sole of his shoe, and pulled her upright, kicking the chair away as she was pulled and pushed into a standing position.
Gemma suddenly coughed up a large blob of sperm into the copper's palm; he smeared it over her face, working it into her nose and eyes, temporarily blinding her; she snuffled to clear her nostrils but her eyes were hopelessly gummed up with the sticky mess. The policeman placed one hand around her neck and squeezed, choking her and almost lifting her off the ground. "Stand up straight, cunt twenty-six!" he ordered. Gemma was pulled up on to her tip-toes, gasping for breath, wondering if her final moments had come.
To make matters worse, the prison-guard behind her began tugging at the chain that went under her crotch and through the rings at the base of the two plugs; every pull tightened the chain and caused the plugs to move inside her. The other prison-guard, having secured prisoner 19 for the night, was poking and prodding at Gemma's breasts and belly with his baton, occasionally pushing it into her navel or thrusting it between her thighs.
The Cop relaxed his hold on her throat enough for her to take a couple of breaths, while he continued to smear his seed into her hair and eyes with his other hand; she struggled for breath, open-mouthed and on tip-toe, while the taut chain made the dildo and butt-plug jump inside her, and the baton in front of her prodded none too gently at her breasts, belly and groin.
A shadow passed briefly overhead; by the time she realised what it was, it was too late: the leather hood's integral gag was already inside her open mouth. The two cops between them pulled and pushed the hood on to Gemma's cum-smeared face and zipped it shut, sealing her into total darkness, before tightly buckling the straps across her eyes and mouth, and around her neck. As before, the huge phallic gag filled her mouth almost to the back of her throat, and she could only breathe through the two tiny holes under her nose.
The men's voices were muffled by the leather hood, but she could still hear what they were saying: "Isn't that better, fuck-meat?" crooned one of them, "All three holes stuffed to bursting, and ready to be locked up in your little cell for the night! Make the most of it, because tomorrow morning you're getting interrogated and you won't fucking enjoy that one little bit!" "C'mon lads, let's get the cunt locked up, it's getting late." "You can come back and play with the traitorous bitch any time, as you brought her in. Just remember 3B slash twenty-six. Something tells me she's going to be here a long fucking time."
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to be continued....
Ink on paper. All characters are fictional adults engaging in consensual role play.