Security Detention, Intake Processing, Central Station 8:50 PM SST
Screaming, “No!” Barb tried to straighten up and reach behind. But Musa’s powerful hands held her wrists to the desk in an iron grasp, while Randy forced her legs wider and pushed hard against her lips. In a moment, Barb felt the head push into her pussy. She screamed at the top of her voice, only to receive a hard slap to the back of her head that made her see stars.
“Quiet, Bitch, or we’ll really hurt you.” Grounder took a stance between her spread legs and grabbed Barb’s hips. The warm, tight cunt felt awesome around the head of his cock. Another strong thrust and his cock was buried two inches deep. The man gave a guttural groan of satisfaction.
Barbs mind was reeling at the sudden and violent assault on her cunt. Musa pulled her wrists forward to stretch her down on the desk and give Randy a better angle to drive into her. He didn’t hesitate. Not giving Barb time to adjust to the rude invasion, he shoved another inch of cock meat into the tight cunt. Soon he was fully in and began a slow thrusting in and out. With each deep thrust he reveled in the jiggle of her still-welted cheeks and the moans from her mouth. This bitch was perfect!
Barb could only struggle fruitlessly against the powerful hands holding her. The violent fucking was seeming to tear at her inner walls and she moaned in pain and humiliation. Randy only could restrain himself for a minute, after which he drove faster and harder into the sexy woman’s hips, enjoying both the tight grip and her obvious pain. Soon, he climaxed, spewing his seed deep in her womb.
Barb lay in a pool of sweat on the desk, panting in pain. Meanwhile Randy and Musa exchanged places. Suddenly the large man drove his member deep into her cunt, dragging another cry of agony from Barb. Hard, rapid thrusts, punctuated by Malay obscenities, shook her body and wounded her soul. After several minutes of violent pounding of her cunt and hard slaps on her sore ass, he finished and both released her. She just lay on the desk sobbing.
Randy pulled her upright and handed her a dirty washcloth that he picked up from a pile in the corner of the floor.
“Wipe yourself, slut. We don’t want your clothes to get slimy”
Gingerly, Barb whipped her sore lips of the dripping semen.
“That’s what I call a thorough' Intake Process',” said Randy, laughing and giving Musa a high five. Come around in from of my desk and get dressed.”
Barb reached over to the chair to retrieve her torn clothes.
“Not so fast, slut,” Grounder snapped. “we have special clothes in this section. Musa, give the Princess her new wardrobe.” The larger warder held out what looked like a burlap sack. Barb slipped it over her head and her arms through the side holes. Once on, she saw it was a formless sack that came down to just above her knees. The head and arm holes were cut large and allowed random views of her breasts from above or the sides. She modestly hugged her arms around herself.
“You are very lucky, Miss Moore. The officer in charge, Frost, has directed that you be kept in the safety section on suicide watch. This means you will be in solitary and not have to share your cell with other prisoners. You should be very thankful, since the inmates here are, to a man, violent offenders, killers, rapists, etc.”
Barbara shivered in fear.
“What do you say to this special treatment, bitch?”
“Thank you, Sir,” she mumbled.
“On the other hand, it means you will have bright lights on constantly and a guard check you every 30 minutes to assure you are still alive.”
“Oh,” said Barb. How would she sleep?
“Cuff her,” he said to the warder.
“Is this really necessary,” asked Barb as metal cuffs joined by a ten-inch chair were attached to her wrists in front.
“Standard procedure in this section. Cuffs worn 24 hours a day. By the way. Don’t even think of complaining about what just happened. The authorities don’t look kindly on prisoners in secure detention causing a fuss. They’d take a week to start an inquiry and by then we’d simply beat the shit out of you. You would crawl on your hands and knees begging to withdraw the complaint.”
Barb, cuffed and vulnerable, shivered and stared at him in terror.
“Now then, I seem to remember you wanted to complain about us male officers conducting your strip search. ‘protest in the strongest terms,’ ‘my demeaning and disrespectful tone,’ ‘I shall file a written complaint!’” Randy shoved a printed sheet across the desk with a pencil. “Here’s the complaint form. Want to fill it out now?”
Barbara, trembling and terrified, whispered, “No.”
“I can’t hear you bitch.”
“No, sir.”
That’s better. I think we will get along better now. Warder Musa, escort our Princess to her suite.” The massive man grabbed her arm and half dragged her from the room. At the end of a long hall, he took her into her cell. Without a word, he immediately turned and locked the cell door behind him.
Barbara was left to examine her new quarters. It was much smaller and more spartan than the last cell, maybe eight feet by six feet. A metal cot bolted to the floor by one wall, with an inch-thick mattress on top, single coarse blanket and no pillow. A metal commode and sink in the corner. That was it! The cell was brightly lit with indirect fixtures in the tall ceiling.
Barb had lost all track of time and had no way of judging time passing. She was hungry and thirsty, not having had anything since lunchtime. She looked for a call button by the door, but there was none. She sat on the hard bed, wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and wept.
, yes - and then he fell against the corner of the desk and smashed his temple
, YES - and Barb did a whoop of victory before she noticed an eerie resemblance to Rose, yes - and...opps... 
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