The Psychologist (closed for bankbabe13)

Rhett sat on Miss Cuminners' legs and held her arms tight so Ricky and Jerome could fuck her mouth. He watched them straddle her face, then hands on her hips, launch their cocks into her mouth and push as hard and fast as they could. She was taking an oral hammering. Her spit and their precum and whatever else she'd collected in her gullet during the night's assault, boiled up and gushed over her top lip, sluicing across her upside down face, up her nose, into her eyes, flooding her hair, and eventually dripping onto the floor, Rhett guessed.

Ricky and Jerome took to fucking her mouth in turns. Pump, two three and lift. Then the next, pump, two three and lift. Then the first guy back again. Their prey was getting no respite.

And then Jerome got an idea of pushing his cock in, and holding for as long as she could take it. He held and she gurgled. And when Rhett let go of her hands, she punched and slapped Jerome's ass. When he finally pulled his cock back after two or three more really deep thrusts, she coughed up a mouthful of spit. But it had barely cleared her mouth when Ricky launched in, as deep and hard as Jerome, but maybe holding even longer. When Rhett allowed Miss Cuminners to show again with her hands she was in need of relief, Ricky pulled out, and Rhett lifted her by the hands back up level with his face.

She was one helluva sticky, gooey mess, her face slick with spit and precum, her eyes red, her hair a tangled nest. Rhett pulled her close, kissing her, running his tongue round her liquid mouth, tasting his friends and her spit. He couldn't believe how hard this made him. He thought about pushing her down onto his cock, but Ricky and Jerome were anxious to keep going.

"What you say princess?" Rhett asked. Through the heavy film of sticky goo he could swear Ashley Cuminners smiled and said "More please."

So Rhett let her back down by the hands, then pinned them by her side, her head hanging off the bunk backwards, her mouth at cock height.

"Open wide princess."

They all chuckle as my face is beat red with embarrassment from my exposure and now their cumshots leaking out if my mouth on my face and into my hair. Ricky and Jerome look at each other with an evil grin. They both stand about 6” away from my face and begin to stroke their cocks, directly aimed at my face. “Lets aee who fires first!” Jerome said. Then moments later i gasp as multiple cum shots blast my face as they aim for myveyes ears and hair. Each of the pair must of hit me somewhere in the face like three or four times. They are exhasted and leave. I hope you will let me go now but tge look on your face tells a different story

Rhett cuddled up close. "Babe, I have never seen a slut take cum like you." He rubbed his hand through Miss Cuminners' hair and across her face. When it was covered in gobs of Ricky's and Jerome's semen Rhett forced her mouth open and transferred the seed into her mouth.

"Fuck you love it, don't you? Don't you?"

She nodded, his hand still deep in her mouth. He took it out, leaned in and kissed her again, rediscovering with his tongue any semen she hadn't swallowed.

"You are one fucking hot game for anything cum sucking slut doll," Rhett said. "Fuck, if I had a pen I'd write slut doll on your forehead, except it's probably too slick."

Miss Cuminners moaned and slumped into his arms. He kissed her again, then fondled her naked breasts.

"Where the fuck those two losers have gone, who the fuck knows. I know I promised you I'd pimp you round the rest of the wing so you could fuck every guy in the place, but maybe we don't wanna do that. Not tonight anyway. The sex offenders will be fucking pissed off with me. I promised them you were the best fucking whore I'd cum across. If the CCTV was working we'd make a million from a night with you in the sex offenders' wing. I was gonna enter you on one of those dark web real gang rape contests. Ashley does Anal, Again and Again and Again. I can see us winning an award at the porn Oscars and you could thank me for your big break."

Rhett wondered if she'd dozed off. He shook her awake.

"Babe, you are so slicked up you're gonna stick to the floor. How about we have a shower together? Just you, me, and whoever shows up in the shower room?"

Something about this was SO wrong but felt nice to have attention and part of me secretly liked the loss of control part. We hit the showers and Rhett ahows his “nice” side and says “dont worry our secret is safe dont wanna ruin it you just started here””. With that his hard teen cock easily slides into my wet pussy and I’m too exhsusted so i just let him take me. I should of left or reported stuff but contracts and my own stubborn nature persuade my mind to stay and do the job I was hired for and help the boys acclimate back into society. We sneak to the library where no one will find us together. I had few changes of clothes for first day.
So after shower got dressed, wearing a lavender snap front dress 2” above the knees with matching 3”heels. I head to ladies room, fix hair and make up then to teachers/instructor lounge for coffee about 15 minutes later 3 male facility instructors enter and sit at my table to introduce themselves.

"So you're the new psychologist working with the offenders preparing for release?"

Miss Cuminners smiled back at Troy who'd asked the question. He and his fellow facility instructors, Beau and Felipe were all handsome, in their late 20s and dressed for physical education class.

"Yeah," she said. "They are an interesting bunch."

"That's one word for it," Beau said. "Fucking cut throats I'd have said."

"You think we're being harsh?" Felipe asked in response to her downcast face. She half nodded.

"So what time is your next class?" Troy asked.

"I'm not sure," Miss Cuminners said. "I need to speak to the superintendent first. I had a few issues yesterday."

To her surprise the three guys gathered in close. She looked around, but the room was suddenly empty. It was just the four of them.

"Well," Troy said. "If you've got a bit of times on your hands we thought we might ask you to solve a puzzle?"

She nodded.

"Well, it's this video. Here. Take a look."

Troy handed over his phone. The guys gathered even tighter. She felt a hand on her thigh and another on her ass. The video was running. It was a woman of her age and build being gangfucked by three guys. She couldn't help but watch, given her experiences over the last twenty four hours. Somehow she felt compelled to be as slutty as she could and watching porn was all part of the compulsion. As she watched she felt their hands on her legs and back, under her dress and between her thighs.

"You see," Beau said. "We watched this vid and decided to fuck the next girl who walked in to the room, so it's your lucky day."

Thinking its a perverted joke i say “excuse me?” With that a hand goes over my mouth and the door closed as hands roam over and under my clothes and one makes a lewd comment about my snap front dress as, one by one he pops them ooen till my dress hangs open like a robe revealing my lacy Victoria Secrets lavender front hook bra and boy short panties. They then clear one of the tables in the lounge and....

'You've locked the door?" Troy asks Beau, who nodded yes. "OK, we've had our eye on you since you arrived yesterday, gorgeous. We think you're the most fuckable thing on campus today, so I guess that means fucking it is."

Troy pushed his face up close to Miss Cuminners as he spoke. He held his hand under her chin while Beau and Felipe cleared the table.

"Any special requests?" Troy asked. "Condoms, lube, one at a time?"

He waited for her to speak. The other guys, having cleared the table, stood up close behind her. She could feel their hands inside her open dress and running their fingers around the stitching of her panties. One of them, Beau she thought, had his fingers inside the front of her panties and had found her clit. For all his hurry and roughness, he was good and she felt herself immediately begin to moisten. He felt it too.

"You're wet, you little slut," he whispered in her ear. "One at a time? I don't think so, guys. Our little fucktoy likes multiple penetration, I can just tell."

Other fingers were pulling her panties down from behind, and then fiddling with her asshole. She felt a finger slide in up to the first joint at least. And then it was withdrawn before finding its way round to her mouth. "Suck it bitch," someone said in her ear.

"Well before we gangfuck you," Troy said, his hand still under her chin and face up close to where she was sucking her own ass juices off the finger, "I want your pussy all for myself."

Troy pushed her backwards onto the table where Beau and Felipe held a hand and foot each, pinning her down and opening her pussy wide. Troy pulled her panties down over her high heels, spat on his hands, then massaged her slit with his moist fingers while the other guys looked on. And then, as she knew her arousal was betraying her, Troy knelt down and pressed his warm mouth to her cunt. As she felt his tongue begin its relentless exploration, she couldn't help but sigh with pleasure.

I struggle to no avail. A hand goes over my mouth as they easily hold my petite little frame in place saying. “Sshhh just a proper introduction to the facility hun”. The tongue on my pussy feels good. I mumble “ nooo” through the hand gag but my bidy secretly enjoys it. Troy stands up and slides his cock in my bald pussy saying “wow! Miss Beverly Hills here is super tight. I feel an arm and foot released but have no time to react and felipe gets up on the table straddling my chest and sticks his hard member down my throat face fucking me. As the cock in my pussy slides in, the one in my mouth slides out and vice versa like a perverted set of pistons

"Come on guys," Beau said. "She's got three holes. Put her on the couch."

Troy and Felipe climbed off the table, leaving Ashley prone.

"You are one hot fucking babe," Beau said leaning down close to her ear. "We're gonna move you to the couch so we can fuck you in every hole. You're gonna love my cock too, honey. OK?"

She moaned approval. Beau pulled her panties free of her high heels, picked her up and carried her, just high heels and snap front bra still intact, to the couch. Troy was already lying on his back, stroking his cock which sat up proudly. Beau placed Ashley over his cock.

"You wanna help Troy inside?" Beau asked. "He's big, fuckdoll, but then you've already had him fuck you on the table."

She let Beau, then the couch take her weight, and taking Troy's cock in one hand, held the throbbing cock head up to her moist, ravaged pussy. Troy was big and moist as she was, she had to push down to take him inside. Going slow might have been nice at this point, but the guys were aroused. Felipe waved his fat cock in her face as Troy pulled her down, angling her face into his, his cock pushing into her cunt hard and high. He kissed her firm and fast, then pushed her face away for Felipe to insert his cock in her mouth. He was uncut and she felt for his foreskin with her tongue. But Felipe was in a hurry too, and forewent any pleasantries by commencing a deep mouth fucking, taking her by surprise so she caught her breath.

And behind her, she felt Beau fingering her ass, pushed up by Troy's cock in her pussy. Like Felipe, the fingering was momentary because Beau's cock was soon probing her tight ass, with little lubrication besides his spit, she thought.

Having been fucked by two guys on the table, she was now accommodating all three of them on the couch. Felipe moved closer, placing one knee between Troy and the back of the couch. Troy moved aside to let him in, and once straddling the couch, Felipe found the purchase to get his cock right into the top of her throat. Troy and Beau were in deep at her rear and all three guys fucked her pneumatically.

She imagined how she must look to anyone walking into the room or watching on the inevitable CCTV, pinned between the three guys, just a fuckdoll, being fucked in every hole. Airtight, they called it. She thought about her boyfriend in Beverley Hills and wondered what he was doing now. Whether next time they fucked he'd know what she'd been doing, whether he'd smell all these guys on her, or know she was newly experienced, taken in ways he never had. Would know that she was no longer tentative and under his control, but would open her mouth, her pussy, her ass to him like the ravaged and used fuckslut she had become in just two days working in this young offenders institution.

Her thoughts allowed her mind to wander further. What was Rhett doing now? Ricky and Jerome were just cocks, but Rhett had personality. He was probably a sex maniac, she thought, but there was something about him, something attractive. He had potential. Maybe when he was released she could help him make something of his life.

And then she was rudely shocked back into reality. Beau had withdrawn his cock from her ass and then plunged back in. Or had he? With growing alarm she realised whatever was reaming her ass, it wasn't a cock.

Clad just in heels i struggle to no avail as i feel what feels like the narrow end of a cold soda bottle. My protests are muffled by the cock in my mouth. “Relax Beverly Hills princess just bonding as fellow instructors”. The narrow glass bottle feels odd sliding in and out with it being cold and mixed with the sensation of the warm hard ccck pumpinh my bald pussy. I feel the one in my mouth ready to tense up. I try to pull head offbut he grabs my hair holding his member lodged down my throat

"Hey guys," Beau said. "Is she complaining or asking us to go harder?" He screwed the cold bottle deep into Ashley's tight ass.

Felipe was ready to cum. "You got the hottest fucking mouth lady," he said, grabbing Ashley's hair and pulling her face onto his cock until her nose was pressed hard against his torso. She coughed and spat, but that just encouraged the assault.

Beau, still pushing on the coke bottle, leaned over to get a close look at Felipe's cock spearing Ashley's slutty mouth.

"Man, maybe if you cum hard enough, you can fill my bottle."

Underneath, Troy laughed. "Let's make her overflow."

"No," said Beau, stepping back, extracting the bottle from Ashley's ass, and enjoying it gape at him. "I got a better idea. I think what our filthy little fuckdoll needs is a nice hot triple fuck in her rear. Hang on guys while we get her holes lined up."

I struggle no avail as a hand over mouth to miffle me as they “position” my petite little body for their “introduction”. I wince as the cock enters my ass which causesme to arch back a bit which allows not one but TWO cocks to enter my pussy ans stretch my tight pussy i cannot even scream out of shock and breathing too hard as the body adusts to all three invaders now. The hands once covering my mouth go to my perky breasts as they comment on how firm and perky they are. My body is bounced and angled in ways it had never been before.

Troy, lying on his back on the couch under Ashley, braced his buttocks against the fabric, pushing his cock hard into her pussy. He held a hand over her mouth, while with his own mouth he greedily explored the nipples she presented in his face. Beau stood on his haunches across her back, slanting his cock deep into her ass, pulling at her tight hole painfully. Felipe, standing, positioned himself at her rear, so that he could invade her already occupied pussy with his cock, his and Troy's shafts jostling for space in her moist cavity.

"Fuck, man, fuck," Beau said, thrusting and twisting, his cock pulling her asshole this way and that. His hands on her back, he leaned down until his head was behind her neck. "Fuck you princess," he said. "I bet you like all the boys sharing you, slut."

Felipe just moaned with pleasure, enjoying her warm, tight pussy walls and Troy's hard, veined cock alongside his as the two men increased their rhthymic reaming of their half willing half shocked prey.

Ashley was feeling overwhelmed, sore and ecstatic. Somewhere in her ass and pussy, a cock or maybe all three were hitting just the right spot. She wanted to cum, she wanted a screaming orgasm, and she didn't know whether to stifle or vocalise, and whether to encourage her invaders to go harder or try to put a brake on their assault.

She was mumbling into Troy's hand when she realised the door to the room had been opened and the superintendent was standing silently in the opening. She caught his gaze and the impassive look in his eyes and wondered if he was going to intervene, or join in. Could she accommodate a fourth cock? Maybe in her mouth? She couldn't believe how slutty she was feeling even if they were hurting her, testing her limits. Fuck it, she thought. If he joins in I'll just go with it. What can I do after all?

But the superintendent just stood and watched, unnoticed by the three guys, while Ashley watched him all the while, his expression giving nothing away.

They all pull out and I slump to the floor. “Lets play who can make the new girl cum the quickest”. With that Troy pulls me over to a table and tosses me on my back. Beau holds a phone up with canera going as Philipe has a hand over my mouth and holds my head up forcing me to watch Troy slide his hard cock inside my hairless slit. After a few slow pumps he really jackhammers me. Lets see what this Beverly Hills pussy can take or are ya just a stuck up brain they hired. He holds my petite hips in place as he fucks me hard. After about 10 minutes he cums but I do not. The other two harass him a bit as he pulls out semi dejected.
The camera phone is handed to Troy as Beau grabs me drags me over to the sofaand bends me over the back of it. After a few swats on my ass, he enters my pussy from behind and fucks me with slow yet hard thrusts. Each one nearly sending me over the sofa. One thrust, then a slap on the ass. Thry chuckle as he reoeats this process trying to get me to cum.

Beau was as unsuccessful as Troy. He came but Ashley remained unmoved, her head still hanging over the back of the sofa and her ravaged ass in the air.

"My turn, honey," Felipe said. "You like hot Latino cock? You like?"

He reached over and cupped Ashley's head in his hands, imploring her to speak.

"I like," she said. "Fuck me like you mean it, Mex boy."

Felipe stepped back. "She speaks, she speaks, and she likes burrito. But in her pussy or up her ass?"

"Pussy, man," Troy said. "We're trying to make her cum, not shit out your cock. Stick with pussy."

Ashley hung her head loosely, enjoying the brief respite while Felipe positioned himself. And from where she lay, she could look sideways at the door, just barely cracked open now, where the superintendent stood and watched her being fucked by his three staff members.

"You ready fuckdoll?" She felt Felipe's hands on her hips, then a finger probing roughly her pussy, before he plunged his cock inside her still moist hole.

The superintendent bursts in and admits he was. “Watching” but claims it was only to get proof of the “assault”. He barks at the teachers about being disciplined later as they gather their clothes and split. He helps me gather my clothes and offers me a bonus if I keep this incident in-house. I nod in agreement, mostly still trying to compose myself.
The rest of the week goes without any other fanfare. The following Monday i come in wearing a short sleeve crimson button down dress about 3” above the knee, dark brown pantyhose and 3” strappy heels matching my dress. The superintendent and I are touring more rooms when he mentions/ warns me about their toughest room, rehabbing the sex assault offenders. Just then, as we are feet away from
The door, an alarm goes off and it springs open, he is knocked down and I am grabbed by...

The alarm was still ringing loudly as the door closed. Miss Cuminners was held by the waist with a hand over her mouth. When the hand released her she turned slowly and looked round the room. It was much like the room in which she'd first met Rhett and the gang, and been assaulted before her night as their captive. But this one was fitted out as a gym. There was a vaulting horse, exercise bike, punching bag and soft mats covering the floor. And in the far corner a series of hoops and swings suspended from the ceiling.

And looking back at her were at least 15 young men, all dressed in the grey uniform of the longer term inmates. The one who'd grabbed her held his hand out.

"Don't be shy," he said. "We only want to talk."

Someone laughed loudly.

"I mean, we only want to talk with a woman. We've been in here for a long time and no one's letting us out in a hurry."

He spoke softly, but in a menacing way. But the fear she felt belied how good looking he was. Miss Cuminners guessed he was no older than she was, maybe only 20, with neat blonde hair brushed across one eye, nearly 6 feet tall, strongly built, and with his prison uniform unzipped nearly to the waist exposing a toned chest glowing with perspiration. She guessed he'd been working out.

"I'm Brad," he said, shaking her hand politely. "20 to life. Multiple rape."

Another guy stepped up. "Charlie," he said. "25 years. Gang rape."

And so it went on, a strange procession of introductions. All young guys, all fit and nice looking, and no one in for less than 20 years for sexual assault, and mostly multiple times. And when they were done she introduced herself.

"Ashley," she said. "This is my first job as a young offender psychologist. The superintendent was bringing me to meet you guys, I think when the alarm went off."

She could still hear the alarm ringing through the closed door, somewhere distantly.

"I don't know what he wanted me to talk about. I've been dealing with some of the guys who are getting out soon, but I guess...."

She hesitated. Brad answered for everyone. "We're not getting out anytime soon. And like I said, we just want to talk with a woman. You see, it's been a while since we....you know..."

She nodded.

"Do you?" Brad said. "Talked to a woman? I meant a while since we fucked a woman."

Miss Cuminners heard the murmur of agreement rustle round the room.

"So I guess," Brad said, "we might as well get down to business."

He stepped towards her. She turned and spied the panic alarm by the door, just like in the room with Rhett and the gang. She lunged at the alarm, pressing hard. But nothing happened. Brad tapped her on the shoulder.

"Here it is," he said, holding out a hand which held a knot of plastic buttons and electrical wires. "We dismantled it earlier. And that." He looked up. She followed his gaze. The CCTV camera hung limply from the wall, obviously disfunctional.

"So, looks like while ever that alarm keeps ringing somewhere, you're here with us. What do you like Ashley?"

"What do I like?"

"Yeah," said Brad, stepping up close and placing a hand on her thigh. "Nice pantyhose. Nice heels. Nice dress, eh guys?"

"Crimson," said Charlie. "I like a whore in crimson or pink or red."

Another guy stepped up. She thought his name was Trent. Black, smooth shaven except for a tiny beard on his neat chin, buzz cut.

"I like how red dresses on a white girl match the colour of what we gonna find underneath."

Brad, Charlie and Tom picked Miss Cuminners up in their arm and carried her across the room to where a pile of soft gym mats were stacked.

"You wanna take those off?" Brad asked, "or we do it for you?"

She looked at the guys gathering in a circle.

"So what do you like?" Brad asked. "One at a time or the whole gang?"

Breathing hard, netvous anticipation of the tension mounting, not sure if they are serious or just trying to rattle me, the new staff member. I make a dash for a door but am easily caught. One grabs me and pins my arms behind my back, causing my firm and perky 34C chest to jut out. I feel a few grab my breasts theough the dress commenting on how they feel. Others playing with hem
Of dress. I dont scream out of shock and struggle to no avail. One jokingly says “lets play “this little oiggy went to market, only instead of toes lets use these buttons instead. Breathing harder as they circle me closer.

Brad grabbed Ashley and held her from behind.

"Don't play so hard to get," he said in her ear. "It's not like you're gonna be hard to get, is it? I mean, it's you and me and 14 guys, a locked door, no alarm or CCTV. I think you've got a long night ahead. But hey, that's just my take on it."

She almost smiled. He was so nonchalant. A real charmer.

"How come you ended up in here, loser?" she said, turning with a smile up close to his face, inviting a kiss.

"Not so hard to get after all," Brad said, kissing her while pulling her into his grip tighter. "Guys, I think it's time to show our new playmate how come we ended up in here."

Held in place I say “ you guys dont need to do this, this behavior wont help you in thecreal world” i say trying to talk my way out. Seemingly to bo avail. As they kewdly comment on my toned body and what to do with the buttons on my dress. I still try to assess if they are serious or just trying to rattle the new teacher/ psychologist. My breathing increasss as i await tgeir next move.

"So what is it with you slutty rich girls?"

Brad held Ashley from behind, as if displaying her to the other guys in the room.

"You come on all coy and kissy, then it's 'oooh don't touch me, this will be bad for you'."

She felt his fingers running down the front of her buttons, locating and undoing them, slowly, one by one. She could tell he was enjoying her being unveiled before a room full of rapists. Some of the guys were already getting their dicks out.

"Well, honey," he said in a loud whisper so they could all hear. "By the end of the night you'll be able to tell us what's good for us, not from the textbooks you've read, but from cold, hard experience."

Her breasts heaved against her clothes. Brad pulled her blouse open wide, and his fingers found her nipples. She felt him circling them both, his breath on her neck. She couldn't help her nipples hardening under his deft touch and she could feel the wetness in her panties.

"Hey rape doll," he whispered. "You are gonna be one hell of a gangfuck."

I struggle to bo avail as my dress is stripped off. Leaving me in my high heels, dark briwn pantyhose and tiny lacy pink thong underneath. My perky and firm 34C chest on display. Secretly the word “rape doll” turned me on but i was not about to let that on. One reaches into my pantyhose, and after a few tugs I hear “rriipp” as his hand emerges with what was my lacy thong. “ ohhhh expensive Victoria Secret panties, or they “were” he giggles tossing them to the middle of the floor for all to see. Next thing I know i am picked up as, in the room I am carried over to...

The guys carried Ashley over to a vaulting box. They placed her on her back on the padded top. She noticed that she was now lying flat about 'cock-high' to the guys. The vaulting box was not quite long enough for her to contain her whole body length and for the moment her high heels extended over the end and swung in space.

Brad stood by her head, the other guys gathering round close. One of them held her ripped thong up to his face and sniffed.

"Wet," he said. "Slut!" Strangely she thought he had nice eyes. He looked down at her and met her gaze. "Aggravated sexual assault, slut" he said as if she'd asked the question. "Twice," he said. She was drawn to his dark eyes.

"Something is not quite fucking right," Brad said. Dark eyes guy handed the thong to another guy, tall and muscled with ragged blonde hair. He sniffed as well. Why were these rapists so good looking, Ashley thought.

She watched her thong passed down the line, each guy sniffing until it was passed back up to Brad. He stuffed it roughly in her mouth. She tasted her own pussy juices. Dark eyes guy looked almost alarmed.

"Hey man," he said. "That's no way to treat a lady." She looked up for sympathy, but his eyes were colder now, and she felt him up close, his strong hands on her thigh.

"Don't worry about the fucking thong," Brad said. "We'll all find something to do with her fucking mouth later."

Then he moved behind dark eyes guy, pulled down the remnants of her pantyhose and without warning, slipped a finger rudely into her moist cunt. Dark eyes guy joined him, deftly working a digit up to the second knuckle. Ashley swooned around the thong, almost forgetting how uncomfortable it felt in her mouth. She relaxed against their fingers as they violated her, knowing she was giving everything away. All 14 guys crowded around. She felt their hands on her breasts and between her legs, and even a third finger stretching her cunt. And then the thong was torn out.

An unfamiliar voice said "Let's find something to do with the fucktoy's mouth now."

She was pulled back so that her heels were on the vaulting box and her head fell back into space. Upside down, she saw the large red cock head a moment before it was fed into her mouth.

I gag a bit as a cock is stuffed into my mouth, my upper half being pulled back causes my perky 34C chest to really jut up and out and on display for thw boys. The first goes soft before he can cum abd gets teased a bit by the others. The next one steps up and inserts his cock as my hands are held at my side so i cannot block anything. He cums diwn my throat as they make me swallow the load. As im catching my breath from that, my body is pulled back down to where my heels dangle in the air off the floor again and i feel hands on my petite hips as a cock slides past my bald pussy lips and inside me.
“Forget a apple for teacher that's kids stuff. How about a dick for her pussy!?” He mockingly says as he begins to slowly pump me. All the while the others are talking lewdly to me, playing with my breasts abd keeping themselves hard and ready for their turn.

Ashley loses count of how many of the 14 guys have fucked her pussy. She is sore and slick with cum, but aroused and high with desire. For a moment there is a lull. She lifts a hand to wipe the cum from her face, leans over and spits on the floor, then looks up through a haze of sperm and sweat.

"What the fuck? Are you guys all limp-dicked pussies?"

Instantly she realises this is a moment of madness. It flashes into her mind like a lightning bolt that she is naked and wet, locked in a room full of convicted rapists, unlikely to be rescued before morning if at all, with hours of gratuitous fucking to endure from guys who have nothing to lose. She wonders if she can take it, but hears herself yelling 'rape me in every hole!'

"Honey." It is Brad, she thinks. Their leader. 20 to life. Multiple rape. He is leaning down, his mouth close to her ear, and then his fingers roughly pulling her pussy open and entering her, deep.

"Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet."

Another guy lifts her bodily from the vaulting box and carries her like sack to a pile of gym mats. He places her on her stomach. She can feel their hands on her butt, pawing at her asshole, reaching under for her pussy. And then spit on her ass hole, several guys. They have her ass up in the air and her legs apart. Brad is laughing in her face.

"Miss rich bitch, you are going to get the ass fucking of your life."

And somehow, mixed with the fear of what is about to happen, Ashley knows that this is what she wants.