After being finger fucked and anal licked by a machine until her body dripped with perspiration and cum Jess was unhooked from her restraints and escorted by two men in coveralls to a prison cell. Her legs were weak and shaking. She was unintelligible, babbling and mumbling as she recovered from the intense, forced orgasms. She might have tried to cover herself, or walk, or ask for help from these men, but she was too exhausted and out of it. As they approached an open cell her senses came back to her enough for her to feel a hunger for cock, but before she could consider it much, she was deposited in her cell, and it was locked.
She lay on her cot, squirming a bit. She noticed the glint of the rings hanging from her nipples, and she moved her hands slowly and firmly up her sides, over her breasts, to investigate the rings. She flicked them, then felt around them, noticing the stimulation and the tingling in her pussy again. One hand slid down her stomach to inspect the ring on her clitoral hood. She stroked it, inspected it, and soon rubbed it as her fingers slid in and out noisily in the hot, swampy wetness of her pussy.
The cell was exposed, but what little shame Jess had had had evaporated when she was strung up, had her pussy worked and her ass lubricated and stimulated, and she had her fate spelled out to her.
"Good slut," she heard from just outside her cell. Jess looked up, only slowing her masturbation, to see another trainer with a clipboard observe and approve of her slutty display. "I'll go get you some clothes you can wear," she said, reaching into her bag for something. "Until I come back, I'll leave this for you to fuck." She attached a long, thick, hanging dildo to the bars, pointing in the cell. The straps on it, that looked like it was a strap on, seemed made to attach to the bars and keep it in place.
Jess's eyes widened at the site of this heavy, hanging hunk of black plastic, or whatever it was. There were seconds of self consciousness, as she figured out in her head she'd be bending over to put her ass against the bars, to force this big, fake cock into her pussy. It was hard to imagine a sluttier display, particularly when she would be banging against it, grunting and screaming as she hurriedly tried to force orgasms from deep in her fuck hole.
So short was this moment of modesty that it was still going through Jess's head as she scrambled over, stood facing the back of the cell with the dildo poking against her butt. Then, like the fit, flexible, fuck slut she was, she worked the dildo into her wet pussy, spread her legs enough for stability, held onto the bars at her side, and bent over.
On the monitoring cameras Jess could be seen, wearing just heels and stockings, bent over, her big round ass and thick shiny thighs perfectly displayed. She bent far over, and squirmed, working the big fake cock into herself, shifting left and right. The sound of the object being forced into her dripping wet pussy made obscene, wet sounds. She grunted, her thighs trembling, leaning over farther now, her big hanging tits visible between her legs. She pushed back, working the dildo in, until her ass pressed against the bars, it's round fatness pushing between the bars.
Jess banged hard against the bars, looking like she was trying the most bizarre escape attempt ever. The dildo spread her pussy wide, her lips pulled tight on it. And now her asshole twitched, newly eroticized, wanting to be licked, touched, filled. As a small part of Jess's consciousness realized that this loud banging and screaming would attract a lot of attention, that people would watch her fucking herself hard. It only drove her on harder. She wanted every cock hard that could see or hear her.
