Cerita Dewasa Di Penjara Wanita Novels & Stories

Jessica was curious to know what was behind the huge door staring at her face, which seemed to be like an underground tunnel. What were they going to use her for, she vividly recall hearing of the girls in the dark room say, girls taken were used as prostitute, maids or stripper, while some might even end up dead before the decision is being made. "I wish I will be used as a maid." She said to herself inwardly as the door opened slowly, revealing an underground prison. Jessica's was shocked, her eyes widen and her heart sank. This cell was worst than the dark room. Various eyes glared at her as she was led inside the cell. There were about over twenty cells with more than five people in one

Some other women rounded her, speaking about their own families as well and listing reasons why they deserved to be released. The cop called out to me who was still stuck there, watching the drama from where I crouched on the floor. I was still unsure about being inmate 162, to be honest. "Inmate 162, we do not have all day!" He called out, trying to ward off the women who crowded him now. Debra scoffed, "Hmm, your crime must be trivial for them to let you go so easily. Or are you involved with some top man in the country? Is that it?"

I ask. She snorts with derision and crosses her arms. “Yeah, that was the bitch’s name. The other women say that they were taken by men.” My eyes widen in surprise. “Other women?” She nods and gestures to the dark interior of the crate. “Yeah, there are more of us. They’re just too scared to come out. Some have been in here for weeks. There’s this asshole guard who comes in and terrorizes them. I tried to convince them to escape, but they freaked. According to one of the girls, one of the men shot a woman who tried to escape days before I arrived.” Her breath hitches with fear as she slumps down, dejected. “They only open the doors to feed us or give us a bucket to use the bathroom in. We’re

Third person's POV: Soon a rumor spread through the pack house that a horrible criminal was locked inside the scary, dark, dungeon, and it was a female. The pack members curiosity knew no bounds when the alpha used the dungeon after twenty years. They wondered who was the damned prisoner and unless he did some grave crime, the alpha would never lock him in the dungeon. But now they heard that the prisoner was a female, they were shocked. No female could survive there more than a week.

Their parents are going to flip when they see the bail money and charges pressed against them! Being in a jail cell is not fun or cool like the movies portray. It is tedious, foetid and aggravating. Take right now for example, I am in a cell with three other people. One of them, an older lady that should know better, has her head in her hands, looking extremely weary. I can smell what she is in here for; she stinks of meth. She was probably dealing it for easy money to some reckless teenagers. Another girl, dressed like a hooker, is passed out in the corner. I can hear her heart beat though, so she will be fine. No need to cause a commotion. She probably got in trouble for some stupid drunk

"Ms. Stevens, don't try to act like you're a saint. You've never experienced life in prison. You don't understand how suffocating and lonely it can be. There's a saying that men are lustful creatures, always thinking with their lower halves. "But in truth, women's desires are no less intense—perhaps even greater. So eventually, in the prison, we ran out of frogs. And when there were no other options, some women had their first encounters… with the male guards."

Kathy asked. “I want a woman, I have needs.” “We don’t do conjugal visits here, you know that. And if we did allow it, we don’t provide sexual partners.” “I can find a woman, I get a hundred fan letters a week. You wouldn’t believe what these women are willing to do.” “No, actually I can, I’ve been in the prison business for thirty years. I know what these women are like, believe me. I’ve seen it.” “Then let me have one, or two. Give me the chance to fulfill their fantasy, and let me get off once and a while.”

His interference would only cause more trouble for Tess. There had been a similar case of a woman being locked up. Although she wasn’t as young, peerless and vibrant as Tess, she evoke the desires of the guards that fuck themselves when they couldn’t suppress their desires anymore and claimed homies. They were also repeated petty criminals that were sent to eternal damnation by serving the other criminals, forever underground. The guards isolated the woman from the prison and took her wherever they wanted to make love to her, without her consent. They had sex with her until she breathed her last and died from exhaustion.

"Nah.., It was just a minor issue. You might not know this, but a lot of puzzling events does happen in this women's section, just like the strong sexual desire displayed by Wanda." Nicky's explanation was a kind of experience for Larry to impart. "So besides sex, do they have any other demands?" "Yes, a reduced sentence." "Many of the women who are sent here ended up fighting for a reduced sentence. When they don't get it, they simply kill themselves." "Suicide?" "En, if you are locked inside a closed space all day, wouldn’t you contemplate suicide?" "Is it that they are too fragile in their hearts? Why are they not being enlightened inside the prison?"

(POV) Edric and Meira are placed in different small prisons. Stay next door. The difference is that the small jail on the left is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are male, while the one on the right is filled with temporary prisoners whose contents are all women. Edric roared in prison. All his words cursed Meira.