Her Cold Heart - 06

art and story by  Samsa23 - - http://deviantart.com/samsa23

"Oh baby...you're going to be absolutely delicious," the inmate behind Natasha had been groping her for nearly half an hour now, his erection growing until it pressed against her flimsy shorts.

    She didn't know how she still had anger to spare after spending so long locked away here, being passed around like a common street whore to every criminal and guard in the place. She was fed disgusting gruel every morning and evening through a tube. Anyone else would have broken by now, resigned themselves to this hell, but not Natasha. She refused to give in, she fostered her anger, swore she'd burn the whole place down when she had the chance.

    But it was hard to embrace that dream with a cock between her legs.

        "Why don't we pull these little shorts down and see just how good a fuck you really are huh?" the inmate grinned, squeezing the curvaceous redhead's breasts tightly in his hands.

        "UUNNNGGKK!" she cried out.