2 comments/ 39442 views/ 11 favorites Semi-Fresh Meat By: Smokey125 SMOKEY SAGAS #17: "Semi-Fresh Meat" *** Dear Readers! Well. Though considerably shorter than many others, the LesBDSM envelope's now been pushed out of sight with this story. I know I've said this with others previously written, but once more, as of this writing, I've gone beyond my previous limits of wickedness and violence—and profanity—in this sinistory. Had this story a rating as with movies, it would be XXRRRXX. So again, I urge you, progress with caution. My last several even-numbered stories have been nice and benevolent and loving and heartfelt (and sexy). My last several odd-numbered stories—including this one—have been evil and naughty and sinister and sadistic (and sexy). So if you have a weak stomach, you may wish to skip this story—not that it exceeds all known limits of extreme, but it's not very tame either—it's really rather mean, actually—and come back when I have published #18, which is going to be a nice, sweet story with a lot of love and tenderness, as per this pattern I've been on. If, on the other hand, you like really BAD girls, and devilishly cruel female-driven stories with not-so-happy endings involving semi-outlandish BDSM and intense physical and mental torture, then by all means, rock on! *** *** Okay, you've had your warning. *evil smile* Proceed. *** July 25th, 3:17 p.m. The PTV arrived in front of the state women's penitentiary to let off a single prisoner, escorted inside by two female guards. Wasting no time, they led her straight to the cell. "A'right, bitch, strip it down," one of the guards ordered. The to-be inmate pulled off her garments one at a time, feistily whipping each of them at the guards. She was only a tiny bit nervous about having to take her clothes off in front of these two. She wasn't the most easily intimidated person. However, should she have to be naked in front of, say, a whole room of people, on the other hand, that would rattle her nerves. The cells were empty, the other prisoners at this time on work duty. Once Jill, this now naked repeat offender, had finished undressing, they opened her cell door. "'Kay, in ya go." "And watch the attitude, Kaufflin," said the other guard. "'S not gonna win ya any points." Clothes off, the fearless Jill replied insolently. "Go fuck yourselves." The guards looked at each other expressionlessly. "Perhaps she's hard of hearing," said one to the other. "Perhaps," nodded the other in a calm voice. She looked back at Jill's scowling face with a half-second smirk, and proceeded to smack her across it, nice and hard. Scowling back at Jill's now painfully wincing countenance, the guard ordered her, "Now GET the fuck in there, you disrespectful little slime ball." Jill attempted to cover herself up as she entered the cell. The two guards, Abbie and Barbara, followed her in. "Oh, no, no, you don't," said Abbie, the guard who had slapped her, as Jill started to sit down on the lower of the two bunk beds. Barbara and Abbie stood at the end of the beds facing out towards the other cells. "Over here, Jillbird." Jill cautiously stood back up, hands over her lady parts. "Where's my jumpsuit?" she wanted to know, a question at whose last word Abbie and Barbara maliciously smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know," Abbie answered in a voice dripping with evil glee. Jill didn't exactly understand what was going on here, and didn't think she wanted to know, either. As far as she was aware, they were supposed to give her an orange jumpsuit. "What the fuck's goin' on here?" she demanded. Barbara fielded that one, patting the rusted metal bedpost. "Well, step lively on over here, and we'll tell ya." Jill refused to give any indication she was worried or apprehensive about anything, yet her obedience was reluctant. Once she was standing in front of the bedpost as they'd ordered, Abbie and Barb each took one of her arms, pulling her hands away from herself. "H-what are you doing?" Jill said, starting to shout. "Get off me!" Abbie dealt her another sharp slap across the face. "We give the orders around here, Kaufflin," she informed Jill. As they yanked her arms to her sides, they each pulled out a pair of handcuffs to shackle her wrists to the bed frame. Seeing the cuffs and piecing together this part of the situation, Jill started to freak out. "FUCK!" she shouted. "Stop it, you bitches!" she yelled as they commenced. "You are hard of hearing, aren't you," said Barb. "What a pity for her," commented Abbie. To Jill's surprised dismay, they each pulled out another pair of cuffs to do her ankles next. She tried to kick at them. "HEY—" This strict warning was administered as she felt one of them grab her leg and pin down her toes by stepping on them. "Bitch, you try to fight us, this is gonna go a lot worse." They finished shackling her, one arm and one leg each to either side of the frame. When they were done, Abbie gave Jill a few harsh pats on the cheek. "Now don't you go anywhere, Jillbait," she said in a sweet voice, "I'll be riiiight back." Jill watched with a dirty glare as Abbie left. Once she got out of sight, Jill rattled against the cuffs. She refused to allow herself to show intimidation. "...What, 's this supposed to embarrass me or something?" she asked Barb. Rocking back and forth on her heels, Barbara only smiled inscrutably at her, nothing more. Jill just stared back at Barbara, aggressive and defiant. The truth was, however, it was a mere mask—a brave front behind which Jill was hiding. The truth was, deep down, Jill was terrified. She was 30 years old, and sentenced to prison for the second time. The first time, they had given her her own cell with one bed and the aforementioned orange jumpsuit. She could never have expected this, but she also knew that they were extra hard on sissies and cowards. So, no fear, she continued telling herself, Show, absolutely, no, fear. She just hoped her quivering limbs wouldn't give her away. Both of her terms were for murder. It was extremely fortunate for Jill Kaufflin to have found the man who'd become her husband. He was successful, charming, funny and sexy. It was quite unfortunate for her that he was SO sexy, other women were drawn to him as well. But it was even more unfortunate that Jill was born with a vengefully violent streak. Five years ago, she found out another woman had attempted to seduce and have an affair with her husband, an act for which the other woman paid with the rest of her life, and Jill with four years of hers in the women's state pen. Half of her regretted it, and half of her didn't. She had given the woman the chance to back off and leave her husband alone, but it was no use. It seemed that she was determined to get her hooks into him. She simply would not, back, down. So finally, fueled by her tendency towards violence, Jill took matters—and fifty milligrams of strychnine—into her own hands. The half of her that didn't regret it clung to the fact that her marriage was her most prized possession. Her husband idolized her—to the point that religious worship would be an appropriate comparison—and meant more than the world to her. He refused to leave or divorce her after the incident. He didn't judge her. And once word had gotten out, still in prison or not, other women let her husband be. But one other woman was not so quick to catch on. Four years later, shortly after Jill had been released from prison term one... ...the exact...SAME...thing...happened...again. Not a single detail was different from the first occurrence. And Jill handled it the exact same way. Her compulsion to protect her marriage was yet stronger than her instinct to protect her own future. And while she still didn't regret it, she remained terrified—on the inside—of what might be done to her in this term. Abbie returned, carrying a very, very large bag which was zipped closed and dragging a steel chair behind her. She reentered the cell, tossed the bag on the floor and positioned the chair in front of Jill, facing her body. Jill looked down at the chair, then back up at Abbie. Trying to maintain the durability in her voice, she asked, "What's that for?" "Ah, you'll find out. In the meantime..." Abbie squatted and unzipped the bag. The next thing they heard was footsteps. Impending footsteps, followed by the voice of another guard, shouting, "A'right, scumbags, back inside!!" "Oh, goody!" Barb said, leering at Jill. "The inmates are back from work duty!" And the next thing Jill saw was a dozen or two orange jumpsuits, sweaty faces and pairs of dirty bare feet. They were toweling off their foreheads with their shirtsleeves, glad to be back in out of the brutal summer sun. When they caught sight of the exposed naked girl chained to the bed who wasn't there when they left, the collective reaction, predictably, was nothing short of cacophonic. It became increasingly difficult for Jill to stay calm, cool and collected under the vocal eruption heaped upon her— An eruption of wolf whistles, cat calls, whoops, cheers, innuendos, teases, taunts, kissy faces, obscene gestures and mock sympathy...causing Jill to grit her teeth, shut her eyes and then look at nothing but the floor. As unflappable as Jill tried to remain, the wind was being pretty well yanked out from under her sails. "Well, well, what do we got here?!" exclaimed one of the girls. "Mm! Pretty chick!" commented another. "Nice birthday suit, cutie!" another said. "You gonna be our new fuck toy, sweet thing?" teased yet another. "Hey, don't nobody touch her; she's mine!" claimed another. "Woo-hoo, fresh meat!" celebrated still another. Abbie quieted them down. "ACTUALLY...actually...this one's back with us again. She's only semi-fresh." "A'right, bitches, shut the fuck up and back behind the bars!" repeated the no-nonsense guard who'd brought them back in. "Hey, sugar buns!" one woman flirtatiously called to Jill, ignoring the guard. "What're ya in for?" "Murder, honey cunt!" Jill shot back. "Wanna meet me on a bad day?" The inmates responded with a collective "OOOHH!" Jill gave the flirtatious woman the "c'mon" hand gesture with a tough expression on her face. The guard persisted. "A'right...a'RIGHT, shut up!!" she reiterated. "Get your fuckin' asses back behind the bars!" They dispersed to their cells with their mates, as Jill noticed a particularly frightening-looking woman shuffling into hers. "We-e-ell, this brat's got quite a fuckin' mouth on her, don't'cha?" Barb said, turning back to Jill, hands on hips. "Ballsy little lady, even tied up. Maybe this'll straighten ya out." She urged Jill's roommate over. "Kaufflin, meet your new buddy...Barker. Barker...Kaufflin, your new plaything...and your new bitch." Jill hated the way this sounded. Barbara went on. "You may do what you like with her...just as soon as we're done with her, that is." Jill tried to keep her eyes from widening at the sight of the sneer on her new "friend"'s face, although it was next to impossible to hide her nervous gulping. Had Jill been able to discern who said what during her little exhibition, she would have recognized Barker as the person who'd warned the others that Jill was hers, being in her cell, tied up for her like a big Christmas present. Krysten Barker looked Jill up and down, very pleased by what she saw. "You look fun," she finally said, grinning menacingly at her. It wasn't a dissimilar evaluation of her to that of most others. Jill Vana Kaufflin was a stunning girl. At 30, Jill was a 5'7" 36-28-38 example of what many would refer to as a "fox." Her sandy-colored, frizz-wavy hair...her wispy bangs...her feline-like pale blue eyes...her velvety red lips...her sturdy yet feminine arms...her practically flawless breasts...her curvaceous overall figure from her front around her back and down to her apple-shaped ass...her smooth, slender legs...her soft, pedicured feet...her hirsute vagina... Barker fondled Jill's torso. Jill wriggled, trying to shake her away. Barb jumped back in, addressing Jill again. "So, Kaufflin...you think you're a real tough girl, huh?" Jill knew the sass wouldn't help her, but she still refused to give them the satisfaction of yielding to their bullying. "Tougher than you think, bitch," she replied. "Yeah??" Barbara said, eagerly anticipating what would be happening in the next couple of hours. If only this gal knew what she was setting herself up for... "Well, let's find out." She took Jill by the chin and squeezed her cheeks. "I wanna see what you're made of, Kaufflin," Barbara snarled at her. "I wanna find out...just how tough...you really are." Jill tried to bite Barbara's hand off her face. "What're ya gonna do, beat me up?" she inquired. "Not exactly," Abbie stepped in. She pulled a length of thin rope from the bag. Already cuffed to the bed, Jill eyed them curiously. "What's goin' on?" "Thought I explained to you, Silly Jill," Abbie answered. "We give the orders and ask the questions around here." She unlocked Jill's right wrist from its cuff, but held on to her arm in case Jill got any funny ideas about batting them away. Discarding the cuff, they replaced it with the rope, securing Jill's wrist back to the bed frame with it instead. Jill was going to ask why they didn't just use the rope in the first place if that's what they were planning to restrain her with, but she could figure it out. Tying with rope required much more time, work and cooperation than the simple snap-click! of a pair of handcuffs. It was clearly easier to do this one limb at a time, with the prisoner in question unable to stop or slow them up with her other appendages. Which is what they did. Once they had her arms and legs now lassoed to the bed, Jill again disregarded the instruction about not asking any questions, and demanded to know, "So, what, is this supposed to scare me?" "That? Not so much," Abbie said, willing to answer this one, returning to her bag. "But this, a little bit." The object she'd just removed was a razor, by which an injection of fear was indeed pumped into Jill's heart. Her hairy naked vagina quivered. "And, uh, this...a little more," Abbie said, removing the blindfold and handing it to Barb to slip on her. Oh God...fuck me, thought Jill, growing more and yet more frightened on the inside and having more and more trouble hiding it on the outside. "You're gonna shave my pussy??" she asked. "Yes, that's quite good," she heard one of them say. "You're very perceptive, Jill." "Wh-what the fu-...WHY?!" "Oh, it's all part of the repeat offender treatment, Kaufflin," the other explained. "All the multiple-timers get their pussies shaved." Abbie perched in the chair and began performing the shave. As Jill expected, it felt very rough and unpleasant. Not surprisingly, Abbie wasn't being very gentle with her. Some of her expression may have been hidden under the blindfold, but all of them could clearly read the wincing and cringing in the rest of her face, not to mention her limbs and digits curled and flexed up in discomfort. Yet Jill still tried to hide the sting, emitting only small, inaudible whispers of "God...fffffuck...shhhhhhhit..." "Damn! This is turnin' me on!" chuckled Krysten Barker, settling down on the floor against the bars for a front-row seat. "Ah, you're not the only one," added Abbie. "Am I feeling a little moisture down here, Kaufflin?..." Jill wanted to hit her with a flippant comeback such as, "Fuckin'-A right; 's 'cause I'm pissin' on ya," but kept her mouth shut. When the shaving was completed, Abbie disposed of the razor and went back into the bag. Silently addressing Krysten Barker and Barb by putting her finger to her lips, she removed a bottle. She turned back to Jill, who was still grimacing. "Awww...does it hurt, Kaufflin?" she asked, feigning empathy. Jill said nothing, only turning her head in the opposite direction from Abbie's voice. "Well, we'll take care of that for ya..." Abbie continued, depositing some of the bottle's contents into her palm. "Now then, Jilly-fish...if you don't mind, I'd like to have a few words with you concerning the nature of your...actions, which led you here..." Making Jill think she was going to say more, Abbie viciously smacked her aftershave-coated palm against Jill's reddened shaved vagina...and kept it there...clamping onto her like a vise, pinching and squeezing her raw red cunt, torching her with the alcohol, sending a searing double-agony through Jill's body. "AHHHHH!..." Jill hoarsely croaked, realizing there was no point left in trying to deny the pain. She sucked air through her teeth. "FUCK!" Her crotch ached and burned like hell. She twisted and writhed back and forth, pulling on the ropes holding her in place, trying to rip her hostage pussy out of Abbie's evil hand. "GOD-FUCKING...!" she moaned, trying to keep the tears back. Abbie only smirked up at her, though on her inside she was malevolently grinning ear to ear. "Glad to see you have a grasp..." Abbie said, giving her one more squeeze on that significant word, "...of the obvious." She let her go, and stood to look Jill square in her gasping, cringing face. "Now then," she went on, "For the second time, Kaufflin...it would seem another chick's gotten a little friendly with your dude..." Jill turned her exasperated face towards the ceiling to roll more than just her eyes. "...and, for the second time...you poison her." A few seconds of silence. "...Overreact much?" Abbie finally finished. Jill let out a sigh. "The bitch was trying to stea—AHHHH!!" she screamed with a painful strain as Abbie again snatched her snatch in her pressing grip. "Let the fuck go of my cunt, bitch!" "Ah, yes," Barbara chimed in. "The great husband robbery. We're all familiar, Kaufflin. Unfortunately, it's a little difficult to enjoy the company of one's husband, when one resides in the slammer." "My husband adores me!" Jill insisted. "I was protecting him! I was defending his hon—" "Oh, were you, Kaufflin?" replied Barb, also standing to address her. "Were you now? Were you really attempting to protect his honor?...Or were you just trying to protect..." She leaned in to the side of Jill's face and half-whispered in her ear, "...his dick?" Jill waited one second before she broke out with a, "WHAT?!" "Y'know, she makes a good point, Kaufflin," added Abbie. "I mean, I can tell now, just by looking at it, this pussy's seen a lotta action." She started to pry Jill's labia apart. "Wouldn't you say, Babs?" "That I would, Abs." Jill tried anything she could to get her to stop. "Get OFF ME, you psycho!" she repeated. They ignored her. "I mean, yes, it seems to me that from the looks of this pussy, Mrs. Kaufflin here's spouse is really more of a, uh...fuck buddy...huh, Jilly?" And as if it didn't ache enough already, Abbie then punctuated the remark by nastily flicking her still-smarting vagina. "Ow! Fuckthathurts!" Jill reiterated through her clenched teeth, pulling frantically against the ropes. She took a breath to yell in Abbie's direction, "How dare you?! That's bullshit! I love my husband!!" Barb rejoined the conversation. "Do you love him?" she grilled Jill. "Or do you just love his big, fat, thick, juicy, throbbing cock?" Semi-Fresh Meat Jill whipped her face in Barb's direction long enough to say, "You're disgusting! Don't you dare even fucking think about his cock!" "Oh? Why's that, Jill?" asked Abbie, on her other side. "Why don't you wish to discuss it?" She waited a second but didn't really let Jill answer her. "You know why?" she continued. "I'll tell you why. 'Cause it's true. Isn't it? "It's true...that you think with your pussy, instead of your mind." Jill was presumably repulsed with all these insinuations and accusations. She would have attempted to spit in their faces if she could see exactly where they were. She started to retort, "I do N—" "FACE it, Kaufflin," Barb cut her off, "It all adds up. It makes perfect sense. You whacked those two chicks 'cause they went after your hubby's precious cock. And your pussy couldn't let that happen, now could it? That desperate little cunt of yours saw what was happening and went apeshit. It made you kill those two broads. If you weren't led around by your pussy, then you'd be thinking with your head, and you wouldn't be tied up naked in the clink being molested right now." ...WHAT??! Jill stammered for half a second. "Th-...that's inSANE!" she shouted. "What the fuck?!" Abbie jumped back in. "But you are, aren't you..." she shouted over Jill's voice. When Jill piped down, Abbie lowered her own voice. "Well, at least we've established that your mind isn't really to blame over this, Kaufflin; your pussy is." Barb at the same time heard a moan come from behind her and turned halfway around to see Krysten Barker sitting on the floor, leaning against the bars, legs out at a 45° angle, with her hand shoved down the front of her jumpsuit far enough that she was masturbating watching the whole scene. "Hey, and you! Knock it off!" Barb commanded. "What the fuck's wrong with you? Get your hand outta your cunt!" Jill wasn't sure whom she was talking to until she heard Barker's voice. "Hey, hey, you got me horny as hell over here!" Krysten complained. "You dangle this super-hot naked bitch in front of me, and now you tell me I even can't scratch the record to her?" Jill realized what she was doing, and disgustedly turned her head to the side. "Oh, you are sick!" she commented to Barker. Krysten momentarily stopped rubbing herself. "Can I rape her then?" she asked Abbie and Barbara. Jill's blood froze. "If you're a good girl and you behave yourself and eat all your vegetables, we'll see," Abbie parentally called over to her. "Hey, I'm a vag-etarian now," Krysten joked crudely. "I only eat pussy." They turned their attention back to Jill. "And you over here, dirty girl..." Abbie slid a fingertip up the slit of Jill's vagina, causing her to squirm. "That is a bad, bad little pussy," she told her in a syrupy voice. "Very naughty. Just look how it makes you jump when I touch it!" Jill was indeed jumping as much as she could, in reaction to Abbie's repetitive poking, prodding and stroking her between the legs, but she was held back by the ropes. "Stop touching it dammit!" she yelled. "Oh, if only it were that easy, Kaufflin," chuckled Barb. "Unfortunately, when a pussy is bad, a pussy must be punished." For the first time, Jill allowed herself to be visibly frightened. "W-..." Her voice trembled and lowered. "What are you gonna do to me?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like to know," repeated Abbie, fondling and jiggling her vagina against her will. The next items she removed from her bag were a pair of rubber gloves...a miniature cooler...a roll of Gorilla Tape...and a bristle-oscillating variable-speed electric toothbrush, the latter two of which she handed to Barb. "What I will tell you, though, Kaufflin, is that the worst is now to come—the paramount portion of your little, uh, repeat-offender treatment with us." Jill began to shake and breathe heavily. "Oh, God..." she muttered. "The interesting and fun little stipulation we've assigned to this activity," Abbie went on cheerily, "Is the reason we tied you up with the rope. This, Jilly-Belly, is where your fate shall be determined." Jill gulped. "Here's the deal, Jilly-Roll," continued Abbie. Barbara conducted the setup, wrapping the tape around the toothbrush and then around Jill's hips, positioning the toothbrush just right. "What the—hey!" Jill shouted. "What the hell!" Natch, they ignored her. "We've had a few repeat offenders 'win' this little game of ours, but not many," Abbie elaborated. "Those ropes are tough, but they can be broken through; it has happened before." Abbie was lying to her, straight through her teeth, like she did to everybody. No one had ever broken out of them. The ropes were quite thin, which was the object of making prisoners think they could break them. But the fibers were impossibly durable. It was all a sadistic scheme to raise the prisoners' hopes, only to ultimately screw them to the wall even more severely than they already had been. "What you're gonna do, Jilly-Donut, is you're gonna pull and struggle against those ropes as hard as you possibly can. And I mean, give it your all. Don't hold anything back. Push yourself to the limit," Abbie encouraged. "And if you manage to break through even one of those ropes, here's what happens: we untie ya, we give you your orange suit, you can go get in bed, or move around, go wherever you want within the confines of your cell, and...your roommate can't rape you." Krysten Barker frowned and pouted at this last condition. "Although, uh..." Abbie turned to look at Barker. "We can't guarantee she won't look at you and, uh...'jill' herself off, there, Jill." Jill made a face. Ewww...how repugnant. When did her name become a euphemism for female masturbation? "Anyway. The rest is very simple. You don't break the ropes...we don't, we don't, you can't, and she can." Barker grinned at that outcome, fondling herself again. Jill shivered at it. "So you just try as hard as you can, Kaufflin...oh, and, uh, there are gonna be just a few catches along the way." She nodded to Barbara. "Babs, give her the 'for instance.'" The toothbrush had been taped down to Jill's crotch with the bristles tucked beneath her labia, millimeters from her clit. The tape had been applied just right on the brush so that it could still both properly function and be adjusted. Barb switched it to one of the higher settings and activated it. "AAAAAAAIIIEEEE!" Jill shrieked, the vibrating, spinning bristles now at work on her scarlet clit. After a moment she felt it turn off. "FUCK!" "That ought to give you a little motivation, huh?" she heard someone say. Gasp. "Yeah..." she puffed, heaving a breath, "Motivation to kill you motherfuckers!" Most death threats were merely figurative. Jill Kaufflin's were not. "Hmm...I see this Oral-B isn't the only thing that's gonna need an adjustment," she heard the other say. "Well, let's give her a fighting chance and put it on the low level for now," said Abbie, pulling on the gloves as Barb lowered the level. "A'right, Kaufflin, now we're all gonna find out what you're really made of. So go for it. Let's see what'cha got. Start pullin'." Jill took a breath. Well, she thought, if she had any chance of pulling this off—pun intended—she was going to have to take the few quick moments to summon and work up all the energy and stamina she could muster. She had already been trying to pull on these lousy lassoes, to zero avail. Clearly, she'd need more than that. But then, she hadn't been trying that steadily or with that much determination, so maybe she had a chance after all. And she believed Abbie when she said it could be done. She had to believe it; it was her only source of hope right now. She began with a series of quick breaths, trying to ignore the distraction ruthlessly tickling her clitoris. She gave her muscles a flex, inhaled deep, shut her eyes under the blindfold, held her breath, gave a strained grunt and began pulling. One of the women sharing the cell across from them noticed her yanking the ropes. "Hey, good luck, sweet tits!" she shouted over at Jill in a mocking tone. Jill didn't concentrate on her. She worked her way through intervals of wrenching and tugging, stopping only for quick breaths. Minute after minute passed. Her muscles began to quiver, her body dampening with perspiration. Her lips opened to reveal her gnashing teeth. When she eventually scrunched her face into a pained grimace and it darkened to a shade of crimson, veins standing out in her forehead and neck, Abbie smirked and opened the cooler. "Gee, you're lookin' a little hot there, Kaufflin," Abbie sneered. Jill tried to ignore her. Abbie subtly separated her pussy lips with one hand. She reached inside the cooler and broke off a cube with the other. "Maybe this'll cool ya down a little." The chilling effect took in a nanosecond. "YAAAAAAOOOOW!!" screeched Jill, feeling the freezing sensation shoot up into her eyeballs, only the ropes keeping her from going through the ceiling. Now with an actual cube of ice inside her body, Jill forgot about the toothbrush. "AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAHH! AAAAHH!! AAAAHH!!" Jill screamed, terrorized by the prolonged icy penetration. She tried to push and force it back out, but Abbie was holding on to her, keeping it in. Jill was indeed now even more motivated to get out of this, now feeling as if the ice torture had equipped her with a superhuman strength, and she pulled...and pulled...and pulllllled...but to her consternation, was still unable to break the ropes. The body heat inside her vagina soon melted the ice, but the insertion had nevertheless taken a hell of a toll on Jill's nerves and energy. Still, she went on trying to pull. By now Krysten was so blindingly horny she thought she was going to burst. "Fuck! This is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life!" she remarked, again plunging the depths of her own wildly aroused pussy, watching this real-life BDSM porno movie playing out before her, fingering herself into a voyeuristic frenzy. Krysten Barker was a little younger than Jill—27—and was slogging her way through year three of her sentence. Krysten had become a sex offender and landed herself here after having raped a co-worker of hers. When Krysten was growing up, she wasn't sure if she liked men or women yet, but one day at 24, the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen walked into her office one day and they were introduced as workmates. Suddenly, she was sure. Women. All the way. One day not too long after, she noticed the lovely girl seemed to be feeling a little down about something, so Krysten saw this as an opportunity to invite her out for a drink and try to cheer her up. Suspecting nothing, the girl said okay, why not. The problem was, after they'd had one drink, they had another...and another...and another...and soon, unable to concentrate on anything but how even more irresistible the girl became plus alcohol, Krysten lost her control and pounced her. The unfortunate girl was out of luck. Krysten had a little more size and physical strength to her than most other women, mid-20s or any age. So when she jumped on her, there wasn't much the girl could do. There wasn't a whole lot Krysten could do at this point, either. Things were now irreparable; Krysten was born with a damsel-in-distress complex, and a hot girl in (preferably sexual) trouble blazed up her hormones like fireworks. Especially were she the one putting said hot chick in distress. Had her incarcerators been abreast of such intimate details about Krysten Barker, an alternate, more appropriate consequence would probably have been decided upon, to serve as a more efficient, suitable castigation, something other than dropping her in a women's prison. Perhaps a men's prison instead. While it wasn't the most pleasurable experience imaginable for anyone, locked in a building with a dozen—now a baker's dozen—other dirty, sweaty bad girls, Krysten was enjoying herself just a little bit more than most of her prisonmates. Which brought her back to the present day, almost 5:00 on this late July afternoon. When they returned from work duty and she caught sight of Jill pinned to her bed, Krysten did have to perform a mental calendar recheck to make sure it wasn't her birthday. Or Christmas. When Abbie and Barb introduced them, her first reaction was, "For me?? You shouldn't have!" And as she watched Abbie and Barb giving Jill the second-level "initiation," complemented by the delicious expressions of anguish painting Jill's face, Krysten's hot, wet libido was running rampant with desire. She didn't care if they tried to discourage her from stroking herself, she was going to do it. It was like her ultimate damsel-in-distress dream...her prison bitch, being abused by the evil lady guards...happening right in front of her eyes. Krysten could already imagine all the explosive orgasms volcanically firing off inside her. Now looking as if she were slowly taking a leak on the floor, Jill's vagina was dripping with the cold water. She barely even heard her cellmate masturbating like crazy on the floor, or the comment that her suffering was the hottest thing Krysten had ever seen. Abbie tossed Barb a couple of ice cubes, and she iced down Jill's forehead, arms, breasts, nipples, and further down her body. "OOOOH!! OOOH!! AAAAHH!!" Jill cried, again caught off-guard by the freeze-down. Her body was now dripping with both sweat and cold water. Abbie picked up another cube herself and did not slip it inside Jill's pussy, but merely chilled down her labia. "You want another one?" asked Abbie. To Jill, even touching her vagina was almost as bad as being in it. "STOPPIT!!" she hollered, piercing her own voice register. "Fine, fine..." Abbie complied, dropping what was left of this cube on the ground. "I'll take that as a no; have it your way." She reached above Jill's vagina. "How 'bout this instead..." She switched the toothbrush one setting up. Jill's eyes and mouth opened wide. While it made it even more difficult for her to jerk her way out of the ropes, Jill actually almost welcomed the clit stimulation increase. It wasn't the stinging, paralyzing sensation that the ice was, and...it was also actually starting to feel...kinda... Jill was forgetting her task at hand. She tried to keep pulling, but severe shortness of breath was kicking in, and her battle was getting steeper and steeper. She tried to wheeze out the words, "Fuck me," but could barely even manage that. She coughed, and forced her lungs to gather up some air and let her head fall back against the top bunk bed. Abbie stood to look Jill in the face. "What's the matter, Jill?" she taunted her cruelly. "Having a little..." Making things as rough on her as possible, she mercilessly grabbed and squeezed her, this time harshly gripping her by the breasts. "...trouble??" Jill slumped over forwards in agony. "AAAAGGGHH..." she croaked. She wasn't even trying to pull on the ropes anymore. A third liquid was beginning to drip down her face. Besides which, her belly was doing flips from all the unwanted female attention her genitalia was receiving. Abbie smiled wickedly at her. "Ya give?" she asked. Krysten was developing a large wet stain on the front of her orange suit pants. Seeing that the game was apparently almost up, she got excited, pleading, "Oh, can I fuck her? Can I, please? Can I, can I, can I please fuck her??" "Oh, for God's..." Barbara handled her. Her attitude had changed from her earlier drill-sergeant demeanor. Now she just wanted Barker to hush up. She ripped the tape and the toothbrush off Jill's body. "Ow, damn it," Jill puffed out weakly. Barb shoved the still-vibing toothbrush into Krysten's hands. "Here; go nuts," to Krysten's eager enthusiasm. She plopped herself back down, shoved the toothbrush down her suit, between her legs and started groaning in ecstasy. "Now then!" said Barb, turning back with Abbie to face a drained Jill Kaufflin. "Well, Kaufflin...it would seem you lost our little game, would it not?..." Jill only shook her head in defeat, head turned to the floor. "Wanna try again?" Abbie asked her. Jill shook her head again. "Well, that's too bad," Abbie sighed, leaning against the bed and resting an elbow on Jill's shoulder. "Looks like you're not getting out of the ropes or into your jumpsuit any time soon." "Any new consideration to your crimes?" Barbara asked. Jill's face curled into a weep. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "Sorry, Jilly?" asked Abbie. "What was that again?" Jill began to fall apart. "I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...oh, God, I'm sorry! All right?! I'm SO sorry!" Barbara tossed her head back and laughed at Jill's weepy contrition. "Ah, I love it when I'm right," she sighed. She turned Jill's face her way. "Tougher than I think, huh??" She turned to Abbie. "Y'know what? I think we did find out what the little crybaby's made of!" "Oh my God, this is so hot!" Krysten yelled, almost flat on her back, going crazy on herself, seconds away from a giant eruption. "Holy shit, I am gonna come so fuckin' hard, I—" "Oh, SHUT UP!" Abbie, Barb and Jill all shouted at her simultaneously. Krysten Barker didn't even hear them. She sprawled herself out on the floor and proceeded, indeed, to come...like hell. The sound from her throat produced by her orgasm drowned out just about every other sound in the building. For a few moments, the three of them and anyone else who could see into the cell just stared at Krysten lying on the floor, chest heaving, hand and toothbrush down her pants, falling asleep and just letting her heartbeat slow back down. In reference to Krysten's knockout orgasm, Abbie matter-of-factly commented, "...Interesting..." and turned back to Jill. Barb leaned down over Krysten to pull out her hand and retrieve the electric toothbrush. "Well, Kaufflin girl..." Abbie smiled at Jill, pulling off her blindfold to reveal her teary, frowning face, "We've gotta be moving on now; Babs and I have a few other things to take care of. So!" She clapped her hands. "Shall we give it another go tomorrow?" "Wh-..." Jill's eyes widened at her incredulously. "You mean you're just gonna leave me here like this??" "Well, you certainly seem to have made an impression on Miss Barker," said Abbie. "She seems to, uh...like you, quite a bit...and if she should be willing to untie you, then so be it..." They looked down on her afterglowing body on the floor. "...when she wakes up." She turned back to Jill again. "And if not...well...don't worry, you'll get used to the urine smell. Everybody else has." "I can't believe this," Jill said, sadly shaking her head. "I don't believe it. This is...you...you're so fucking evil!" Abbie and Barbara chuckled. "Thank you," they replied in unison. "Oh, yes," added Barb, "One other thing. Abs, hand me the tape." "Here y'are, Babs." And Jill watched in silent shock as Barb again wrapped the tape around her, attached the toothbrush on her, and set it going, wreaking further havoc on her practically destroyed pussy. As they reactivated it, Jill started begging. "Oh, no, God, please, no, do-o-o-on't!" she sobbed. Jill started half-moaning and half-bawling. Abbie and Barbara made their way out of the cell. "Hey, how long will that toothbrush last, anyway?" Jill heard one of them ask the other as the cell door locked shut with a click. Semi-Fresh Meat "Well, depending on the level, it might be able to run nonstop at least...hm...maybe up to a week or so, actually." "A WEEK?!!" Jill shrieked. It went without saying there was clearly no way she could endure that. She shouted down at her still unconscious roommate on the floor. "B-Mi-...Barker! Miss Barker! Wake up!" The two guards got a good chortle from this. "And oh, yeah!" said Abbie. "I almost forgot. Redding's out today!" "So she is," realized Barb. "Well, let's go grab her!" Polly Redding was an ex-grand larceny thief who had today concluded serving her term. Abbie and Barb unlocked her cell and began escorting her out of the building. As they passed back by Jill (and dead-to-the-world Krysten), they momentarily paused. Abbie called to her, "Hey! Kaufflin!" She grinned at her. "Like you to meet someone. This is Polly Redding. Her sentence, as is turns out...happens to be complete today." Oh, Jill could tell she was taking some heavy schadenfreude in this development. Not that she could really comment or reply to the situation while being continuously tormented by this infernal, relentless, cursed electric toothbrush. She could only gasp and groan and blow out her breath in response. Abbie turned back to Polly. "That's, eh, Jill Kaufflin. She says hi." "Yes, well, anyway, Kaufflin," added Barbara, "We've told Miss Redding here all about you, and, well, uh..." They paused for effect, making the part of Jill's brain that could still function go through a hundred different thoughts. "And...well, uh...what?" Jill choked out, her head against the top bunk. "It seems there's one particular thing about you in which Miss Redding is especially intrigued," she heard one of them say. A red flag shot up in Jill's mind, but she couldn't determine exactly where. "Yes, actually," said Abbie, "Miss Redding's plans upon being released are really quite simple." She stepped up to the bars to address Jill just a little more closely. "And, so, don't you worry about a thing, Kaufflin..." she said, low and ominous. Jill made herself lean her head up and look at her. "Rest assured, we and Miss Redding are going to make absolutely certain...that that lovely husband of yours..." Suddenly, Jill found the red flag. That same devilish smile crossed Abbie's face again. "...is well taken care of." They turned back around and continued leading Polly Redding out. Jill's eyes went red in fury. It appeared Miss Polly Redding's days as a thief were not over after all...or was the situation even more dire than that?? "DON'T you fucking d—" She wrenched against the ropes again, imprinting even deeper, redder rope marks into her wrists. If she had not been well enough motivated by anything to break through these ropes until now, she sure as hell was now. "You go anywhere near him, you're DEAD!" Jill exploded at them. "Literally!" "Yes, well, good luck with that," Barb said. "Perhaps you might've thought twice before ever so politely asking us to go fuck ourselves," Abbie added. They waved goodbye to her. "I mean it, you sick bitches!" Jill screamed. "I swear, I'll fucking kill you!!" "Sleep well, Jilly-Bean!" They disappeared from her line of sight. She couldn't breathe. "Y-..." Jill felt her body tensing, heating and welling up once again. The murderous impulse was flaring up in her again. Her heartbeat picked up. Suddenly, something she was dreading five minutes ago was the only thing she wanted to happen right now. "BARKER! BARKER, WAKE UP!...BITCH, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Deep down, Jill knew that even if Krysten Barker showed enough humanity to untie her from these inexorable ropes and take this damn toothbrush off of her, it still wouldn't protect her husband. She'd still be locked in the cell, unable to escape. And even if she could escape, she had no clothing. If by any means she got outside nude and started streaking, she'd either be flat-out raped or sent right back in here with another mark on her record. She knew all of that, but her mind wouldn't process it. All she could think right now was, Get me the hell out of these ropes! She let it all sink in, that the most special and dear person in the world to her right now could have any number of terrible things about to descend upon him. She suddenly felt very, very scared. She looked up. Oh, please, God, she thought, PLEASE...please don't let anything happen to my husband... "WAKE UUUUUUUP!!"