Chapter 13: Prisoner’s Delight

The next morning, Samantha awoke to the tantalizing sight of Lizzy’s sex right before her eyes. The vivid memories of the intense night before flooded her mind, making her own sex grow slick with arousal. Without a moment’s hesitation, she eagerly took the role of the eager student, yearning to serve and satisfy the woman she now revered as her guide in the art of submission.

As Samantha’s skilled tongue danced over Lizzy’s sensitive flesh, it stirred the other captive from her slumber. Lizzy, the seasoned slave, was equally delighted by the eager attentions of her fellow prisoner. The connection grew stronger as Lizzy reciprocated the intimate gesture, her mouth exploring Samantha’s most private area.

Meanwhile, their master, the captain, had been watching their nocturnal activities from the camera feed with a twisted smile. The way Lizzy had instructed Samantha filled him with a sense of pride. He knew that with Lizzy’s tutelage, Samantha would become the perfect addition to his collection of submissive females, serving both Anjali and Tyrone without fail.

As the sun began to rise, the captain decided it was time to release the two from their cage. With a flick of a switch, the metal bars parted, revealing the world outside their confined space. Lizzy, well-trained in the ways of her master’s whims, immediately slithered out on all fours, her movements a testament to her obedience. Samantha, eager not to be left behind, mimicked her, eagerly following Lizzy’s lead.

The morning routine that followed was one of degradation and submission. They were led to a designated area in the backyard, where they were expected to perform their bodily functions. After relieving themselves, they shared, intimate shower, where they tenderly washed away the remnants of their passion and the dirt of their captivity.

The captain’s whistle pierced the air, a signal for their breakfast. Both women, now accustomed to their subservient roles, crawled to where he stood, maintaining eye contact with the ground. He presented two dog bowls filled with a bland, yet nutritious meal. Only when given the command did they begin to eat, lapping up the food like the animals they had been reduced to.

After the morning meal, the captain granted permission to the two enslaved individuals to get dressed. Lizzy put on a scandalously revealing waitress outfit that emphasized her attractive features, while Samantha donned a new, very provocative police uniform.

Once their attire was in order, the captain permitted Lizzy to leave for her assigned tasks. Meanwhile, he had Samantha accompany him to his vehicle, where she eagerly complied with his order to sit in the front seat. As they began their journey to the station, the captain instructed Samantha to fondle herself intimately while simultaneously pleasuring him orally.

Upon reaching the climax, he released his hot semen into Samantha’s mouth, but cruelly denied her the satisfaction of her own orgasm. Despite her desperation, he demanded she gargle the salty liquid before swallowing, further degrading her. Samantha felt a mix of confusion and disgust, questioning whether her newfound cravings for such acts stemmed from her innermost desires or if they were a consequence of her forced submission.

Upon reaching the station, Samantha took her place at a desk located just outside the captain’s office. An hour later, the captain summoned her for a private conversation. She promptly entered his office, and he explained her new protocol: Whenever he called for her and if the room was empty, she was to lock the door, strip down to nothing, crawl to his side, and kiss his shoes before awaiting his commands. Samantha replied with a humiliated “Yes, Captain.”

To test her obedience, he sent her away and then called her again. This time, she followed the explicit instructions to the letter. She returned to his office, secured the door, removed her clothes meticulously, and positioned herself on the floor. Crawling to the captain, she kissed his shoes with a sense of degradation, awaiting his next humiliating order.

He patted her gently on the top of her head, a gesture that sent warm waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a sense of excitement and trepidation, she knew what was coming next. He ordered her to stand up from her chair, her legs trembling slightly with anticipation. He then instructed her to place her hands firmly on the wooden tabletop and to lean forward, her bare back arching gracefully. This position exposed her completely, leaving her most intimate parts open to his gaze and mercy. Her naked, round buttocks jutted out towards him, the pink skin glowing with a hint of arousal.

With a wicked smirk, he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an object that gleamed in the dim light of the cabin. It was something she had never seen before, but the way he handled it suggested that it was a tool of his twisted desires. He approached her from behind, his cold, firm hands grabbing her waist to steady her as he began to explore her wet, exposed sex with his fingertips. Her body quivered as he touched her, sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Without warning, he lubricated her thoroughly, the cool gel contrasting sharply with the warmth of her body. He pushed two large, metal balls into her eager pussy, one after the other, stretching her more than she thought possible. She gasped as he inserted another set into her tight, unyielding asshole. Each ball had a small, curved tail that protruded from her, designed to be both a handle for removal and an antenna for his sadistic control. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her knees buckle.

Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, he smacked her firm ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room. “Get dressed,” he barked, his voice thick with lust. “You have work to do.”

She obeyed, her hands shaking as she pulled her dress over her head. The material brushed against the metal extensions, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt the balls shift within her, the pressure building with every movement. The dress was tight enough that the protrusions remained hidden, but she knew that any sudden movement could give her away.

As she settled into her chair behind her desk, the weight of the balls in her ass grew more intense. They felt like a secret burden she had to carry out her work with, a constant reminder of her submission. Suddenly, they sprang to life, vibrating vigorously inside her. She bit back a moan, her eyes widening in shock as they sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.

The vibrations grew stronger, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of climax. Her breath grew ragged, and she struggled to focus on her duties. She reached for her phone to text him, begging for relief, but the message was met with cruel amusement. “If you dare to complain again,” he wrote, “you will have to show everyone what a desperate, needy slut you truly are. Play with yourself right here in the office for all to see.”

Her heart raced with fear at the thought of such a humiliating scene. She didn’t want to be exposed like that, to have her colleagues witness her degradation. So, she suffered in silence, her cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment.

The torment didn’t end there. Throughout the entire lunch break, the balls continued their relentless assault on her senses. She tried to ignore the sensation, focusing on her meal as she sat in the crowded canteen. But every bite, every chew, only served to remind her of the fullness inside her. She squirmed in her seat, trying not to draw attention to herself, as the vibrations grew stronger.

Her cries of pleasure remained silent, trapped in her throat, but her body betrayed her. Her cheeks burned with a blush that spread down her neck, and she found it difficult to sit still. Despite her efforts to remain composed, she could feel the juices from her pussy seeping onto the chair beneath her.

After lunch, the intense buzzing that had been tormenting her clit ceased, leaving Samantha with an empty, desperate ache. She sluggishly made her way back to her desk, her pussy still throbbing from the relentless tease. There, she found a message from her captain, demanding her presence for another “normal” inspection. The words sent a cold shiver down her spine as she anticipated what was to come.

As she approached his car, she felt a mix of dread and anticipation. She knew she would be forced to endure another round of his twisted games. He had her sit in the passenger seat, and without a word, he reactivated the vibrating device lodged deep within her. The ball buzzed mercilessly against her sensitive walls, driving her to the brink of orgasm, but she was denied release once more. His instructions had been crystal clear: she was not to cum unless he allowed it.

Upon arriving at the Town Prison, Samantha’s anxiety spiked. Would the inmates recognize her? Would they know what she had become? The captain strutted out of the car, and she had no choice but to follow, his pet slut eager to serve. The guards ogled her, but the captain’s authoritative presence shielded her from their grasp.

In the warden’s office, the captain introduced Samantha to the massive, monstrous cock of the prison’s top authority figure. She had to fight the urge to gag as she took it into her mouth, her jaw stretching to accommodate the thick, veiny intrusion. The warden’s groans filled the room as she worked her mouth and tongue, desperately trying to satisfy him while her own body screamed for relief.

As they left the office, the captain’s eyes bore into her, demanding complete obedience. The prison inmates jeered and shouted obscenities, making crude gestures, but she remained just out of their grasp. Her heart raced as they approached the common toilet.

The captain barked an order, and she found herself stripping, her clothes falling to the disgusting floor. The warden’s eyes feasted on her exposed flesh, particularly the degrading tattoos and the delicate nipple chain. He tugged at it, sending exquisite jolts of painful pleasure through her body.

Her legs trembled as the captain told her to get on all fours and crawl through the grimy, urine-soaked floor. The leash attached to her collar pulled tight, leading her to a stall with a gaping hole in the wall. She knew what that hole was for, and the realization made her weep. This was where she would be used like a filthy whore for the amusement of the male prisoners.

The captain secured her wrists behind her back, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “You’ve earned this, slut,” he whispered, “now go entertain our guests.” He shoved her into the stall and locked the door with a resounding click.

Trapped and at the mercy of the two men, Samantha felt a deep, gut-wrenching fear. She knew she had no choice but to comply. As the first cock slammed into her mouth, she choked back a sob, feeling the full weight of her degradation. This was her punishment, her fate, and she had no one to blame but herself. She could only hope that somehow, she would survive this ordeal with some shred of dignity intact.

She kissed the swollen cock with a mix of trepidation and desperation, her wrists bound tightly behind her back, leaving her mouth as the sole means of servitude. Her body, shielded by the flimsy partition, trembled as she began to perform the degrading task that her situation demanded. With each eager suck and bob of her head, the cock grew harder, and the sounds of the man’s muffled moans from the other side of the wall filled her with a twisted sense of accomplishment. The heavy chain attached to nipples, the vibrator in her ass and the one lodged in her pussy swung clinked with each movement, sending waves of exquisite pain and pleasure through her body. Her breasts, already sensitive from the relentless pounding of the vibrations, jiggled and bounced obscenely with every stroke she took.

As the first cock reached its climax, she felt it pulse and throb in her mouth, filling her with a warm, sticky flood of cum that she found herself craving more of, as if her very soul had been corrupted by the depravity of the act. It oozed down her throat, a thick and potent reminder of her submission. No sooner had she swallowed than the cock was ripped from her mouth and replaced with another, demanding her attention.

This cycle of degradation continued, each man’s cock feeling different, some rough, some smooth, some thick, some long. She became a mindless receptacle for their lust, her mouth and throat the only escape for their pent-up desire. The relentless onslaught of cocks had her feeling used and violated, but she found a strange comfort in her own submission. The pain in her ass and pussy grew more intense with every passing moment, the vibrations never ceasing, driving her closer and closer to the brink of madness.

She could hardly believe the sheer quantity of penises that had filled her mouth over the last two hours. Her face was a sticky mess of semen, a few rogue droplets had even managed to find their way down to her ample breasts, which now glistened obscenely in the murky light of the bathroom stall. She was still eagerly sucking when the most mortifying moment of the entire ordeal unfolded before her. The door to her tiny, private hell swung open without so much as a creak, and she let out a muffled shriek of terror.