I heard a commotion as I lay naked in the cell among the other bodies still relegated to the slop-bucket. Suddenly, they all got up and crowded at the front of the cell looking through the bars at something making them excited like I hadn’t seen before.

I got up but was too far back to see much, then I saw what all the excitement was about—standing next to the jailer was a lady draped in lingerie, sporting a large pair of breasts. I remember her black doe-eyes, big smile and long black hair; her breasts were perfect—big, round and well-supported, bouncing hypnotically. She was intended to be a reward for the good behavior of our cell.

In turn, one ecstatic inmate was led away by the jailer while the rest of us awaited excitedly for our turn. Every one of us was in an upbeat mood putting aside our usual hostility.

After a long wait I was finally called up by the jailer. Attempting to not come across as too excited, I left the cell feeling a tremendous relief when I did, a brief respite from the horrid cell. Naked and shackled, I was led into an interrogation room and saw the beautiful lady sitting on a chair completely naked, her big round breast hanging out with big round nipples, perfectly formed. I sighed when I saw her as my penis twitched as I felt my balls drop.

The jailer clipped a chain to my shackles around my wrists and cranked a real such that my arms were pulled above my head nearly lifting me off my feet, which lightly touched the cold concrete floor of the interrogation room. I observed the room—it had no windows and the jailer had closed the steel door, sealing us inside, a single solitary light-bulb lit the hard walls painted in a sickening beige industrial paint that had an odor.

Tightly suspended by the wrists, I rotated on the chain such that I could see the lady; she looked at me sympathetically with her big doe-eyes. I took in her big round breasts one more time hoping she would suck my penis that had become erect in front of her, but the jailer had other plans.