BISCUIT
Sergeant Kovac squeezed semen from the end of his huge cock and watched the sticky fluid spatter the floor. Chuckling to himself, he rubbed his glistening manhood to stiffen it again. It was only semi-flaccid so the task of restoring its hardness was an easy one. Glancing across the jail cell he grinned at Corporal Stranski, who stood naked and sweating against the far wall. The corporal's muscular body tensed and flexed as he pressed his spine onto the concrete. He was masturbating furiously, working his massive erection to orgasm. At six and a half feet tall he stood like a giant. Like Sergeant Kovac he was a large, powerfully-built man in his forties, an ugly fellow with a shaven head and rough features. Both men were completely nude, their skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat. They were standing against opposite walls in a small, bare room – a punishment cell in the women's jail – where they were busy performing their duty as employees of the Justice Department.
Between them a young woman knelt on the hard, cold floor. She was nineteen years old and her name was Elena Sisko. Her brown hair had once hung down her back in long, thick tresses but now it was little more than a dark bristle cropped close to her skull. She was slim and petite, standing only an inch above five feet when upright. Kneeling on the floor of the cell she looked tiny and vulnerable, like a delicate fairy being menaced by gigantic ogres. Her tormentors towered over her. Like them she was naked and sweating. Semen dribbled from the corners of her mouth to trickle down her chin and onto her perky teenage breasts. Small pink marks on both boobs showed where the firm flesh had been bitten. Her brown nipples were shiny and stiff, though this was due to sexual torment rather than sexual arousal: red blotches around each nipple marked where electric cables had been taped. Her slender back was patterned by narrow red welts that seared the smooth skin in long diagonal streaks. There were fifty-seven welts, each one inflicted by a leather horsewhip wielded by Corporal Stranski.
Raucous laughter burst from the corporal's throat as he rubbed his cock to the brink of ejaculation. Wild lust glinted in his dark, cruel eyes as a jet of semen squirted from his gleaming bulb in a curving arc. It struck Elena as she knelt forlornly on the floor, the sticky white fluid spattering the side of her face. A few moments later Sergeant Kovac masturbated to a similarly powerful climax. He, too, shot his wad at the young woman's face, laughing loudly as he emptied his balls.
"Come here, you little slut!" he gasped breathlessly. Unlike the corporal his muscular frame was burdened with the flabbiness of middle age: he had a bulky waist and a paunchy belly. His rough, rugged face carried heavy jowls that wobbled as he stood naked and shuddering against the wall. The tremors of orgasm were still coursing through his veins when Elena turned her head to stare up at him. Even with spatters of cum defiling her features she still looked incredibly beautiful. The close cropping of her hair highlighted the shape of her face and made her seem almost elfin.
"Come here!" the sergeant repeated, wiping sweat from his forehead. His softening penis hung between his heavy thighs like a twitching snake.
Elena crawled towards him on all fours, moving as gracefully as a cat. Her nude teenage body aroused him, making him growl hungrily as she drew nearer. From the other side of the cell Corporal Stranski leered at the gentle swaying of her bottom. His gaze lingered on the tight, dark cleft between her firm young buttocks.
"I want to ream her cute little tush!" he yelled, grinning across the room as he fingered his flaccid cock.
"Later!" said Kovac, keeping his eyes on Elena's gorgeous face as she halted at his feet. Drawing herself upright she knelt obediently with her spine straight and her chin slightly raised. Her lovely blue eyes gazed up at the sergeant's ugly visage as she waited nervously for his next command.
"Suck my dick, you dirty brat!" he snarled, giving her left cheek a brutal slap that knocked her head sideways. "Suck it good, Miss Sisko, or I'll ram my fist up your stinky ass!"
Elena nodded slowly before parting her soft pink lips to receive the sergeant's manhood. Wrapping her mouth around the domed tip of his organ she leaned forward to suck the shaft inward. Her tongue slithered along the underside as the hot, sweaty meat hardened swiftly between her teeth. Large, strong hands clasped her head in a vice-like grip as Kovac began moaning in pleasure.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good," he murmured. "Even better than before. Just keep doing it, baby girl, and I might tell my buddy to go easy on you."
Stranski heard these words and chuckled. "No way, Sarge!" he retorted. "I won't go easy on the bitch, no matter how well she sucks your prick. Don't forget what this room is for! This is the punishment cell in a women's prison, not the luxury suite at a plush hotel."
Kovac shook his head and looked down at the girl. Her eyes were now closed as her lips moved slowly back and forth along his erect phallus. Her long dark lashes fluttered gently on her semen-stained cheeks. The sergeant moved his hands off her head to tenderly stroke her pretty face. His fingers caressed her neck and ears, feeling the moist warmth of her sweat-soaked skin. He gasped when her left hand rose between his thighs to cup his heavy scrotum. With gentle pressure her fingertips massaged his balls before stroking the sensitive flesh at the rear of his sack.
"I reckon we've punished her enough," he mused, gasping again when Elena paused the cock-sucking to shower his throbbing erection with dozens of small kisses. "We've stripped her, whipped her, electrocuted her tits and fucked her. Surely that's enough punishment for a girl of nineteen?"
The corporal disagreed. "We've fucked her pussy a few times," he observed. "Five or six times each, I guess. But she's a cheeky little wench who deserves to get it in the ass. I want to stretch her virgin rosebud and hear her scream for mercy."
Elena opened her eyes to stare up at the sergeant with a desperate, fearful expression. Her gaze implored him to show leniency, to spare her from further torment. Peering down at her he felt a tug of remorse for what he had already done to her fragile young body. Her lips continued to suck him off as her beautiful blue eyes began to glisten with moisture.
"Poor kid," he whispered, as teardrops rolled down her cheeks. "She's so frightened."
"Who cares?" said Stranski, while leisurely rubbing his penis to a new erection. "She deserves to suffer for breaking the rules. Stealing a biscuit from the prison kitchen is a serious offense." He stopped speaking to concentrate on stimulating his cock. When, after a brief silence, he heard no response from Kovac he added: "So, are you going to let me sodomize her?"
At that moment, with Elena's fingers stroking his balls and her mouth pleasuring his penis, the sergeant felt a sudden rush of orgasm and gave a hoarse groan. Semen squirted down the girl's throat as she sucked hard on his pulsating rod. The shaft twitched between her teeth, its texture softening as dregs of fluid pumped from the swollen tip. She tried to swallow every drop in a frantic effort to please him, hoping thereby to secure his mercy. In her panic-stricken mind she prayed that the punishment would now cease and that the corporal would not be granted his wish. The prospect of being brutally ravished in her anal passageway terrified her. When at last her lips released Kovac's shrinking penis she knelt back on her haunches to await his decision.
"Well?" Stranski demanded, as he watched the sergeant slump breathlessly against the wall. "Can I grab the slut for a butt-fuck?"
Kovac hesitated, looking down at Elena as she knelt anxiously at his feet. Then he gave a resigned sigh and glanced across at the muscular corporal. "Okay, you horny old dog," he said. "She's yours. Do whatever you want to do."
Grinning coldly, Stranski left the far wall to walk slowly towards the kneeling girl. Her mouth opened in terror, even as the corporal's hand clamped over her lips to stifle her screams.
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Biscuit. Copyright � Brendan X 2007.