Cerita Dewasa Di Penjara Wanita 소설 & 이야기

The door was locked. Through a small window in the door, I caught a glimpse of a large room filled with shipping crates and makeshift holding cells. There were several small cages inside the room like they were keeping animals but instead they were keeping women inside. Their faces were pale in fear. Many of them looked below sixteen. My jaw clenched as I took in the scene.

People need to provide protection to convicts who are serving their sentences. “Well, I’m actually surprised it stopped with beating.” Kylie said, “I’ve heard so many stories of convicts getting raped in the prison. Especially women.” My eyes widened in horror. The thoughts of someone touching Cassie inappropriately made me nauseous. but I knew But it was possible. There’s nowhere to escape and no one to protect you in jail. “Well, I don’t think that will be a problem for her.” Jonathan said with a sick laugh, “I’m sure she’d enjoy it. Didn’t you say she was slut, Calvin?”

Jakel replied, “Madam Elaine, according to the judge’s request, you will be sent to Bedford Hills Correctional Facility in upstate New York.” Elaine asked, “Is the correctional facility less serious than a prison?” “No.” Jakel explained, “Although the name is stated as a correctional facility, it is actually the only women’s prison in all of New York dedicated to felons and suspected felons...”

She's alive, and even in her condition she's one of the lucky ones. My hand sweeps up farther and with horrifying brightness, I see fucking dog cages lined up on the floor full of women. No, not only women. God help me, some appear to be under eighteen. They press their naked bodies to the back of the cages and remain eerily quiet while the bound woman continues crying. "This is fucked up, LT," one of my men murmurs.

It was sooo good and she was still so tight. I fucked her with powerful thrusts, somehow, I didn’t want this to end. Her little moans filled the cell which made some of the inmates standing outside snigger. There was one such shapeshifter who was jacking off in front of our bars which was always the case. Some of these inmates hadn’t met a woman in ages, let alone touched so when someone else was getting it on, they couldn’t control themselves. I moved upward into her deeper, the bed creaked violently under our weight.

there was no way that. "Prisoner #4 is an interesting one. A female from the United States, 24 years old. Not much work experience ... mostly college, it would appear. Life sentence for cocaine trafficking. Past history of drug use and drinking, but her health is still good. Do I hear 500 Florins?" Several hands went up. "600 Florins?"

Hidden behind a false wall in his mansion, we found countless women imprisoned in rooms identical to what I had been in. Even the touch of the twin’s couldn’t chase the chill from my skin as I watched thirty women leave the cells they had spent years in. Some of the women held infants in their arms, while the other were visibly pregnant. While some looked serene and hopeful, there were a few whose inner light seemed to permanently dim.

Pleading and crying did not move them. After my abuse, they dumped me in this cell. That was when I noticed. I shared this prison with other women who had been taken like me. I witnessed others being violated, raped, and beaten. What's more, each woman was subjected daily to their leader's experimentation. They would be taken to his makeshift lab and strapped to a table. He would then inject them with some strange concoction that left them writhing in agony. Fire coursed through their bodies as they shuddered and shook in excruciating pain.

The inside was filled with bones; based on the size of these skeletons, I guess they were all female. After making sure it was safe, Candy let go of my hand, and I noticed that her hands were sweaty, a stark contrast to her nonchalant expression. "I know you have many questions, but calm down; I will answer them individually." Candy looked into the unknown space, then spoke slowly. "This is a prison that was built many years ago. A place was specializing in imprisoning crazy and mutant werewolves. Most of them were either faulty test subjects or people who accidentally inhaled too much radioactive material. Their bodies grow strangely and lose their reason. They couldn't become wolves anymor

Hearing Lucian's question, the old woman said, "Yes, sir. I was in charge of looking after the prisoners in the prison for 25 years. I retired twelve years ago." Listening to the old woman, Lucian said, "I want to know some information from you about a prisoner in the prison. The prisoner was in the ward where you were in charge. This is the picture of the girl I want to know about. Do you remember anything about her?" Lucian asked and placed a picture in front of the old woman. The old woman took the picture with trembling hands and her eyes turned teary as she looked at the picture.