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Assistant executioner
It wasn't Josephine's first time doing 'community service' in a penal station, but this time it was a lot worse.
Not only was this bondage contraption worse than the other had been, simple though it was, but the men that
frequented this penal station were a more brutal lot than the comparatively civilized men of the officers' quarters.
They didn't come just to stick their cocks in a woman and get release - they were sadistic about it, apparently
deriving great pleasure from making her cry, humiliating her, calling her names, forcing her to beg them to
cum in her face.
Just as Josephine was starting to hope that her ordeal was over - at least temporarily - she heard the awful
bleep from the computer, indicating that another man had swiped his card in the terminal and bought her body
for an hour or two. She heard the swoosh of the doors opening and closing. She was still sobbing from what the
last man had done to her, still feeling his semen run down her cheek and pool beneath her, and now another man
was going to use her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his shadow on the floor as he slowly approached.
Fuck... this guy was a giant!
When he drew closer and she saw him pull down his pants, she heard herself let out a mewling sound, and panic
gripped her. He was a giant of a man, and his monstrous member was the most frightening thing she had ever seen.
She couldn't help herself; she started begging and pleading with him - unable to keep back her racking sobs - please,
please to be gentle, please not to fuck her too hard - even though she knew deep down it would probably just urge
him on and make him fuck her harder.
When he placed the head of his horse-sized cock against her rosebud and started to apply pressure, she felt something
inside her just... give...
She started cumming with the very first thrust.
Not only was this bondage contraption worse than the other had been, simple though it was, but the men that
frequented this penal station were a more brutal lot than the comparatively civilized men of the officers' quarters.
They didn't come just to stick their cocks in a woman and get release - they were sadistic about it, apparently
deriving great pleasure from making her cry, humiliating her, calling her names, forcing her to beg them to
cum in her face.
Just as Josephine was starting to hope that her ordeal was over - at least temporarily - she heard the awful
bleep from the computer, indicating that another man had swiped his card in the terminal and bought her body
for an hour or two. She heard the swoosh of the doors opening and closing. She was still sobbing from what the
last man had done to her, still feeling his semen run down her cheek and pool beneath her, and now another man
was going to use her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his shadow on the floor as he slowly approached.
Fuck... this guy was a giant!
When he drew closer and she saw him pull down his pants, she heard herself let out a mewling sound, and panic
gripped her. He was a giant of a man, and his monstrous member was the most frightening thing she had ever seen.
She couldn't help herself; she started begging and pleading with him - unable to keep back her racking sobs - please,
please to be gentle, please not to fuck her too hard - even though she knew deep down it would probably just urge
him on and make him fuck her harder.
When he placed the head of his horse-sized cock against her rosebud and started to apply pressure, she felt something
inside her just... give...
She started cumming with the very first thrust.