Alice was too weak to resist when the men pulled her to her feet. Even the way her body surged with new arousal at their masculine presence weakened her, and she stumbled out between them, her legs barely working.
Cherish lunged forward and kissed her. She whispered urgently, "If you see my parents again, tell them I love them." Then one of the men grabbed her by the hair and tossed her back onto the mattress.
"I will," Alice assured her, struggling in the gloved hands that held her. Their masculine presence had her dripping, and she wanted to fall to her knees and suck off the nearest of them.
She met Cherish's eyes and saw the girl's look of utter, total defeat, even as a naked man was carried into the cell and dumped on the floor. Cherish's sob of either relief or despair was cut short as the door slammed shut.
The icy corridor cleared Alice's head a little, and she was able to walk, her bare feet slapping on the tile. A guard loosely held each of her upper arms, clearly believing she needed only support, not restraint. The cold made her nipples tighten even more, and her breasts swayed painfully with every step, but she tried to focus enough to decide if this was her moment. A few well-placed blows, and she would be, momentarily at least, free. But what then? She'd still be lost, and naked, and horny. So horny....
Before she could sort through all this, they brought her to another cell, opened the door and thrust her inside. She stumbled to her knees, her hair tumbling over her face. The door slammed shut behind her. She tossed it behind her shoulders and looked around.
It was another identical cell, and again she wasn't alone. But this time, there wasn't just one other occupant.
A couple lay on the mattress. The woman was on her back, legs spread, and the man pounded into her. Their grunts and moans didn't stop when she entered, although both turned to look at her.
The woman was older, with iron-gray wavy hair and a deeply-lined face. She had the kind of wide body that women got in middle age. The man, on the other hand, was actually a boy, probably no older than twenty, with black hair and heavy eyebrows. He was lean, muscular, with tattoos on his arm and back. They did not stop their movements even as they looked her over.
Alice was frozen with a fresh rush of desire. She had seen couples fuck before, but with her own body afire, she felt a mixture of envy and jealousy. She wanted to be the woman beneath the boy, his cock inside her, her hips meeting his. She could certainly do better than this old woman, who seemed exhausted.
