Cerita Dewasa Di Penjara Wanita นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mika hugs her neck from the back and pats her for a couple of minutes before she finally relaxes. Mika goes back to sit down and gives her a couple of tissues so she can wipe her eyes. When the girl looks up, Mika can really see how pretty the girl is, just as pretty as her mum had always explained to her how she was. All those years, Mika had spent her time in prison with two women, three in the room. One of them was Katherine Dabberton who had come in for manslaughter. Yes, manslaughter, not murder. The one month she spent there was one that she would never forget, the women were the best she ever met since most women she has come in contact with were all after her life, her man or using h

The women pretended. It's obvious. Many men suffered from impotence after so many years in prison. Some didn't even have real pleasure in entering a woman. That's why the guards stayed there. Because there were situations in which some inmates had the brilliant idea of assaulting some women, wanting to take out on them the frustration of their lives. This yielded nothing but some private sessions in solitary confinement, in which they were tortured without a trace. The police were very good in this regard.

Not Noah. * * * I sat overnight in that cell with four other women, two of them prostitutes and two in for drunk-and-disorderlys. When I told them what I was in for, suddenly none of them wanted anything to do with me. I guessed that murder was a little steep even for hookers and drunks. I kept to the edge of the bench, near the front of the cell. I couldn’t sleep the entire night, try as I might. With my head leaning against the cool cement wall, I wasn’t too uncomfortable; my mind just couldn’t wind down.

“I was locked up, and then Yamelyan Radov had me thrown into a communal cell where five women pounced on me until I passed out.” The lady let out a soft, knowing whistle that split her swollen lip slightly fresh. “Let me guess. Someone that wants you completely gone from life, right? A man who manipulated you into getting into a legal precinct prison, then paid a hefty, ridiculous amount of cash to the local authorities to have you roughened up by the local muscle, and then quietly transfers you to the black market prison? Because that's what I like to call this place. The black market prison. The graveyard where you’ll never see the dawn of the day again.”

She grinned wickedly, leaning back against the seat. *** It all happened so fast. Before Amber fully registered what was happening, she was thrown into the women’s jail cell by the female officer who had arrested her. She hit the concrete floor with a pained groan, slowly sitting up in the filthy space. She looked around and flinched, she wasn’t alone. Older women, mostly omegas, sat or leaned against the walls, scrutinizing her with hard, curious eyes. She was the youngest there by far, their murmurs cut into her nerves like knives.

The two stopped and looked at him, wary of his presence in the room. "Because it’s actually better here in jail than in our pack," the woman with the auburn hair said. "At least, in here, we can eat three times a day, have decent clothes, and clean water," she added with a sad smile. Raven took a chair and sat in front of their cell. "Which pack are you associated?" Raven asked. The women looked at each other and remained silent. "I don't like repeating myself," he said and crossed his legs.

Then they marched us deeper into the facility. Every cell we passed had a man and a woman inside. Some were fucking openly — a woman riding her cellmate hard, moaning loudly, tits bouncing as he thrust up into her. Another cell had a man fucking a woman from behind while she sucked off another inmate through the bars. The sounds of sex — moans, grunts, wet slapping — echoed everywhere. A part of me was scared. Terrified, actually. But another part — the broken, dead part — didn’t care. What was the worst that could happen? I’d already lost everything.

With him I never felt that I had anything that I could not share with him but when I came out of jail, I had no one with whom I could tell my feelings so I started writing down what I had endured in prison or seen others do. I met some women in jail. some of them were innocent like me, whom others had made them reach here by framing them for their benefit, and some were there for crimes they had committed under some compulsion. I saw a glimpse of me in them who were there because of their family. The family who left them alone in their difficult times.

It smelled of metal and cement, sweat, dust and body odor from the captives. In each cell, there was a werewolf in human form, chained to his cell with rusting handcuffs. Young women to old geezers in their late sixties. There was coughing and muttering, whispering and grunting and panting. "Welcome to my paradise," he shouted. She saw a few women cry in the back while men turned their heads, ashamed. More like hell to them. "Are you afraid? " Without waiting for her answer, he pushed her to walk ahead.

Something about it felt different, intriguing. The woman's voice interrupted my thoughts. "That way leads to the jail cells for the most hideous criminals before they are transferred to the penitentiary." "Disaris Penitentiary," I said, remembering the name. I noticed a slight widening of the woman's eyes. Disaris Penitentiary was not widely known. Only a select few, mostly Alphas and those with high ranks, were aware of its existence. It served to keep unwanted attention away from the masses. Disaris Penitentiary was where the most deranged and dangerous werewolves and rogues were held. If regular rogues were fearsome, those