Birondian Prison

[yub]

I don't dare to move. Still standing on one leg, in maddening pain, i hear footsteps on the corridor. Two policemen enter, laughing when they see how i am standing. They take off my handcuffs and grab my arm from left and right.

"Come, slut. You will be interrogated."

There is the big lieutenant with another policeman in the room. Another gentleman is sitting there, with an interesting face which i find attractive from the first moment. He seems clever and sensitive, but at the same time stubborn and self-confident. He says, seeing the blood on my face and clothes:

"The judge is going to be pissed when he gets here."

So he is not the judge. He is the superintendent of the Birondian Federal Female Prison. At his wish, i am taken in a bathroom and cleaned up. But i don't get back my clothes. Even my thong and bra are taken away. My sandals remain in the bathroom, too. When the judge arrives, i face six men stark naked. I am so ashamed that i hardly hear the questions i am asked. And I have no time to answer. My name is Kim Perkins but they put it down as Kim Sopkins. No chance my people can find me here.

Because i can't answer i am bent over the desk and one of the policemen beats my bottom cruelly with his belt. I am whipped ruthlessly for about fifteen minutes. I am squirming, kicking, crying, choking in my tears. They interpret this so that i am not willing to cooperate. The judge says i will have my trial next morning.

They make me kneel in the center of the room, and i find myself surrounded by six male organs, every one squirting its juice in my face, in my mouth, in my hair, on my body.

I am not washed. The policemen lead me away naked, with all the cum on me. Two prison guards take me back in my private cell, putting on my handcuffs again. They put on me a rather curious steel object, too, which keeps my mouth open and doesn't let me speak. I cannot swallow my saliva, it flows down on my chin. My jaws are aching cruelly.

They don't leave. Laying me on the stone floor, they fuck me, one after another, in a very rough manner. When i am alone at last, i feel like a filthy rag thrown away in a trash can.