Her Cold Heart - 07

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

Fuck you're a squirmy one, aren't you?"

    Wanda had done more than just squirm. She'd thrashed about like a wild animal. She'd only been in this prison for a few months, but she had proven to be one of its most popular and most difficult inmates. She wailed and wriggled at every opportunity. Even large ballgags barely stifled her shrill cries. She'd been to solitary three times already, experiencing the most depraved inmates they had there. Each one ravishing her body in ways that made her tremble (and even feel a little horny) at night.

    Now she was back in gen pop for the moment, her busty body pulled into a strenuous tie, one of her legs hefted into the air and restrained with rope alongside her wrists. She was forced to balance on one long leg, her pump heel making the position additionally torturous.

        "ANNNGPH!" Wanda whined, her entire body being rocked by her cellmate as he pounded into her. He kept a tight grip on her hoisted leg, using it to pull her body back and fourth. Her breasts bounced with the movement, not at all restrained by the tiny black bra she'd been issued.

    The cell was filled with the sound of slapping skin as her cellmate intensified his thrusting.

        "UNN UNN UNNNUNNN UNNNFFHH! UNNN UNN!" Wanda moaned, unable to stand her captor's groping hands and impaling cock.

    She didn't know how much she could take before she broke...she suspected not much more.