Prison Rape Gay Porn Novels & Stories

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

His face darkened as he said coldly, "That woman is just using the baby to play victim. If I don't teach her a lesson, she'll never learn! Ignore her!" He then pushed Paula out and shut the door. Paula returned downstairs after being turned away. She walked to the sauna room and cursed at me through the crack in the door before leaving. My white clothes were already soaked through with blood. No matter how much I begged for help, no one paid attention. The sauna was so hot that it felt like I might burn alive there. Blood from my belly flowed steadily out through the crack under the door. Looking at the blood pooling beneath me, I knew the baby was gone. Finally, my body gave out completely,

“Been waiting for this. The bitch who made our lives hell is finally going to make up for it.” They were violating me from all angles… groping, licking, rubbing… turning me into nothing but an object in the middle of the cell. “Please…” I begged, voice cracking. “I’m sorry— I’m so sorry—” One prisoner yanked my hair back and forced his mouth onto mine, kissing me with a disgusting, smoke-stained breath that made me gag. At the same time, the two holding my legs worked together… one rubbing my clit in fast circles, the other pushing two thick fingers inside my pussy.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

Clit fat and throbbing, I rubbed slow circles first, then matched their rhythm with every fucking thrust he gave her, I fucked myself deeper, wet sounds lining up with theirs. Prison was sneaky bullshit—quick finger-fucks in the showers, guilty rubs under the blanket. Quiet. Ashamed. This? Real dick tearing up real pussy right in front of me. Raw. Animal. No sorrys. It set me on fire. Feral. Starving.

he held my nose until i gasped. the second my mouth opened, he thrusted like it had belonged to him his whole life. my throat was his birthright. i gagged, almost puking as i felt his warm, hard 8 inches stretch all the way down my throat. i heard a sigh of relief as he began to roughly violate my throat. he took the belt, still around my neck and fastened it to a pipe under the sink i was currently being raped against. i couldn’t move. the belt forced me back and the sink kept me forward. i was just a hole for him now. he pinned my arms above my head as he began to fuck. he went hard, fast, deep.. so deep.

Larry gritted his teeth, walked up to her, reached out his hand, and gently unbuckled the warden's belt. The prison warden took off his pants. Larry's thrusts were rough. He plunged into her directly, all the way to the hilt. It hurts badly! The prison warden let out a muffled scream. Larry pinned The warden's nipples so hard, as he pounded her deep inside. This caused her to let out more muffled screams. Larry's strong hands went to her waist, he lifted her ass, and he began pounding her quickly. The warden grabbed hold of the desk Unconsciously.

"Waaaa help rape, rape... help meeee!!!" Hey Ken, we haven't even started yet. I mean, I haven't started yet. "Hey, be quiet, you're making me feel guilty, hubby. It's not called rape, it's your honeymoon." I held his hand, because he was struggling. Tsk, stop whining hubby if you don't want to die, die of pleasure hehe it's not just a joke. "Are you crazy, I don't want a honeymoon shutangina you Trix!!"

Victor announced loud, rubbing my round belly for everyone, “my pregnant stepdaughter Kayla. I knocked her up myself. Today she’s the main breeding toy. Use her hard. Fill every hole. Mom’s here to help clean and get fucked too.” The gangbang started brutal and nonstop. They chained me on my back first, legs pulled up high and spread wide so my pregnant belly pointed up and my holes were completely exposed. The leather felt sticky under my back. Mom got put on top of me in 69. I buried my face in her cum-dripping pussy, licking deep and tasting thick salty loads while she ate mine hungrily. Her hot tongue pushed into my plugged cunt, making me moan into her folds.

He was a tall, stocky man of African descent, whose red, angry eyes, combined with his impolite attitude, seemed to strike terror into the three women. Great! He was playing his role well. — Nothing here was invented. You committed every crime you are accused of — he said. “It’s true,” I began. “The night Raven got pregnant, you drugged me and took advantage of me, which is classified as statutory rape.” I looked at Raven, who was pale as a ghost and her beautiful eyes wide with panic. “Even though you’re still a minor, you could face up to ten years in prison for this.”