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I was locked in a room. A prison cell. My cellmate, I quickly discovered, was a whole head taller than me. ‘She,’ had swollen lips and long, curly hair pulled tightly back. Her face was long and her features large and commanding. She had brown, creamy skin. She looked at me, smiling at my awareness of ‘the inevitable’.

I sat on my bunk and shivered, gazing up at her slowly approaching figure, my arms clasped around my shins. She wrapped a hand – much larger than mine, nails painted maroon, around the bed frame and tilted her head down at me.

‘Boy did I get lucky tonight!’ She said in a velvet-rich voice.

She placed her other hand on her hip and leant to one side, exhibiting a large, curvy backside. Her breasts, even under a loose jumper, were blatant; large and full. She inspected me; up and down, hungrily.

‘You look clever enough not to fight.’

I shuddered, noticeably.

‘Cos if you do,’ she said calmly, ‘not only am I gonna fuck you till your little virgin-hole bleeds, but I’ll tell my girlfriends just how hungry and tight you are. I gotta special arrangement with the boss up in this joint. I can have them all in here after lock-out for a little bitch-party and believe you me – if that happens, you won’t be sitting down for a week.’

She ran her fingers through my hair and grabbed a fistful.

‘Call me Coco,’ she said sweetly, before suddenly wrenching my head toward her crotch. I briefly observed a growing, menacingly large bulge as two large fingers forced their way into my mouth. ‘When I’m done bruising the back of your throat, you’d better have relaxed that little butthole of yours because I’m an bahis firmaları impatient girl and I’ve never had a bitch in here who didn’t scream the house down first time.’

Coco hurriedly rolled up her skin-tight cotton skirt and revealed a fore-arm sized, veiny weapon. Her long and harsh strokes made my eyes run and my chest heave. She finally pulled out after a ten-second forced-deep-throat that left me slobbering and gasping so desperately for breath that I couldn’t speak and beg her, one last time, to stop.

Not wasting any time, she threw me to the floor and instructed me, in a voice that was both commanding and cracking with excitement, to get on my hands and knees.

‘Now this is the part where you really don’t want to make me angry.’

I obeyed.

She roughly spread my pale arse cheeks apart. I twisted my head around and saw an evil grin cross over her face. She spat on my hole and rubbed it all over, pressing on it softly with her thumb whilst proclaiming that my anal violation was near. I thought she was going to put a finger in first. Naïve, unfortunate me.

It felt like I had been split open. The pain was like nothing I’d ever experienced. A deep, unfathomable agony as my little hole was unprecedently stretched. I turned to look at the mirror on the wall and saw (when my blurred vision abated) with amazement that she’d jammed no more than a third of her cock in my ass. It felt like I’d been impaled by a baseball bat.

‘Oh Jesus!’ She said loudly, and with that she rained down an heavy open hand on my ass cheek, spanking it several times, told me to ‘hold on,’ and then proceeded to fuck me with a ferocity kaçak iddaa that I didn’t think possible. I thought I’d seen rough butt sex in all the hours I’d trawled through the dark corners of the internet but this was something else and not just because it was real. The sheer velocity and power of her thrusts. She’d have put the rowdiest male porn stars to shame.

Night after night, in that colourless cell, that’s exactly what she did.

Her bottom was a large and tireless muscle, covered by a soft, feminine layer that pressed down hard on my screaming airways (as she soon took to sitting on my face). Even with all the agony it caused, it needed worship. I revered it.

I rose, every morning, exhausted and bruised, my arsehole raw and throbbing, my bottom covered in welts, and in spite of it all, I’d lie for what felt like hours, eying my abusive lover in a trance. I stared at her powerful hips and recalled, vividly, their repetitive movements the night before. That horizontal forward-and-back, merciless thrusting. My hands, in answer, gripping thin beige sheets with all their strength. My knees, grazed from her religiously-performed post-lunch concrete-floor-violation of my weary hole, rising off the mattress, such was the animalistic strength with which she slammed away. Her arms tense, fingers scraping my scalp, using fistfuls of my hair to lever her relentless pounding.

My pleas for her to ‘slow down’ and ‘go easy’ were always met with barbaric indifference (although, to tell the truth, they were hardly uttered after one month of our co-habitation). And it was this; the reduction of my complaints, that brought it on. What Coco found kaçak bahis even more appealing than my hungry bottom were my screams of agony. And they still happened! Albeit not as loudly. Coco’s steel-cock, I cannot emphasise enough, was enormous and I don’t think any normal person could ever get completely used to it, especially given the way she wielded it. But, nevertheless, I began I look forward to my daily hole-wreaking, and this most certainly did not sit well with my lover.

We had shared a cell for nearly two months and it had been a most bizarre evening because, for the first time, I went to bed with my ass unpunished. I even went so far as to drop my towel on the floor, in front of her, and bend over, tempting my goddess. The blatant gesture was, however, ignored entirely. I made my displeasure known by jerking off in the top bunk noisily, immediately after she’d switched off her light. It was a bold move and I knew if it had succeeded in stirring her, I’d most likely regret it. But yet again it was met with silence and inaction. Having climaxed and made a sufficient mess of myself, I drifted off to sleep.

The prison was still quiet and the sky dark when the light came on and I found myself unable to move my arms. They had been tied, I deduced immediately. I heard an unfamiliar, deep, female voice echo through the cell, and then another.

‘Well, I’ll tell you what I think once I’ve tried him out.’ Said the first.

‘Just don’t stretch him out too much,’ laughed the second.

I wiggled myself over to face the intruders.

Coco was sitting on the stool near the sink, a rapidly growing cock in her hand, wearing her trademark evil grin. The two ladies stood next to her. They were impossibly tall, with long, lean muscles and dark skin; darker than Coco’s. Their cocks hung heavy and half-way to their knees. They were identical. Twins.

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