first.
'No,' Vivian whispered, blushing.
Rosita's hands grew bolder as she dropped her cigarette to the floor. She gently cupped the girl's firm jugs and teased the nipples.
Vivian trembled under the light caress. Her nipples were responding against her will. She was disgusted with her body's reactions to all the sex imposed upon her, and equally upset with her own lack of nerve and bravery in not rejecting the things that her morals told her were wrong.
'Stop that,' she said, and pushed Rosita's hand away.
Rosita was quick to respond and was on the girl instantly, lunging and pinning her to the bed. She backhanded the girl and gritted her teeth.
'I'm the honcho of cellblock C and don't you ever forget it again,' she hissed at the startled girl.
'I w-won't,' Vivian stuttered. She was astounded at the strength of her cellmate. It was at this point that she discovered that it was useless for her to try to resist any physical assaults on her person. She was just too weak to fight. The truth that other human beings would do anything to get what they wanted, even if it was against another person's will, left her at odds with the world, confused. Even her father was willing to destroy innocent lives for the sake of a position of power.
Rosita again touched Vivian's tits, but this time she pinched the nipples through the shirt. She was excited by the fact that the girl was new to the ways of lesbian love. She was almost sure that two of the other women in cellblock C could be persuaded to pay highly to have Vivian suck their pussies.
'We're going to dinner in a few minutes. We'll continue this after that.' Rosita's words were clear and expressed her dominance. As she backed away and stood, she reflected; she was prison-wise and knew what a good thing it would be to have this hot little mama to pimp.
Food, Vivian thought, remembering that she hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours.
Vivian lay in her bottom bunk digesting the dinner of cold beans and rice she had just finished. It was degrading the way they were fed: a large pot of food and bowls were left inside the gate, and then all the cells were opened at once by a master switch. Rosita had led her to the pot and she was allowed to fill one of the bowls. She had felt the eyes of all the other inmates upon her as she walked back to the cell with her cellmate. She was certain that each of them knew that she had been made by the strong little Mexican woman.
Rosita had left Vivian alone in the cell while she ate. She was used to the prison system and knew that the cells would be left open for a couple of hours after which the matrons would return and all the prisoners would be locked up again in their fetid dungeons. She knew she could use this time to pimp the girl.
So many things have happened to me so quickly, Vivian thought as she tried to piece together some sort of philosophy to get her through these troubled times. What disturbed her more than the rapes, the torture, or even the lesbian affair in which she was now involved was what she had found out about her father. His abuse of another human, especially a woman, left her whole world without any form of justice. She had come to respect her father more than anyone else in the world. He was her moral advisor and the protecting force of her life. His actions left her completely disillusioned about everything. If what he did was solely for his own power, then he's the cause of my suffering.
The thought was enough to twist Vivian's love for her father and change it to bate.
The silhouette of two women standing in the cell door interrupted Vivian's thoughts. She sat up and squinted her eyes to see who they were. They were other prisoners! One was a big, good-looking blonde with baby-blue eyes and big tits, obviously an American. The other was a young Mexican girl whose body vibrated from an excess of energy.
'What do you want?' Vivian asked, startled, as they entered the cell.
'We want you!' the big blonde answered as the two women moved closer to the bunk.
'I don't understand,' Vivian said, trembling. She was certain that they wanted her body and that Rosita had sent them. Still, she had to try to resist for her own mental well-being. She knew her body would respond to whatever they did to her and she was ashamed.
'Maybe what Rosita told us is true,' the slight Mexican said, smiling at her friend and sitting down next to the girl.
'Well, if it is, I'm sure we can teach her to do what we want,' the big, lush blonde said as she assumed a seat on the other side of Vivian.
'Please don't hurt me!' Vivian begged as the two women began to touch her tits and face. She would do whatever they wanted; she had been through enough pain because of her resistance already. She knew it was useless to struggle.
'Just take off your clothes and suck us off,' the foxy little Mexican said, her big brawn eyes sparkling as she wriggled from her tight prison jeans. 'We paid five dollars for this. Rosita promised you'd be real cooperative.'
'Yeah, sweetheart…' the big blonde cooed, licking her lips as she undressed, revealing her firm and lush body. 'We're going to teach you how to suck pussy.'
Vivian found herself becoming excited as she watched the two women undress. Since her arrest she had had so many sexual encounters, each of which had brought her to orgasm, each temporarily letting her forget the disgusting truth of her plight. This might not be so bad, she thought as she began to remove her own clothing. At least I won't have any hard cocks jabbing away at my body.
'You've got some lovely little tits,' the big blonde whispered as she looked at the girl's completely nude figure. She felt a surge of anticipation sweep across her own naked skin. She wanted to feel the lips of Vivian's pussy pushed tight against her own.
'Oh, to hell with all this! Let's get down to the fucking and sucking,' the slight Mexican said, her own tits revealing her excitement; the nipples were swollen and flushed from the rushing blood.
The three women climbed into the bunk, the big blonde at the edge of the mattress near the open cell door, with Vivian and the sexy little Mexican dish snuggled up close on the other side.
'I think I'll just watch for a while,' the lush blonde sighed as she leered at her friend pushing Vivian's head down towards her pulsing pussy.
The sleazy little Mexican woman lifted one of her legs and rested it on the wall, making her thighs part wide, revealing a slick oily gash and bald pussylips. Juice seemed to leak onto the flesh of her ass as she rocked to and fro, wiggling her pelvis with anticipated pleasure.
I've never seen a bald pussy before, Vivian thought as her face drew nearer the hot cunt. Her tongue crossed her lips in a reflex, smelling the aroma of the woman's snatch and anticipating the taste.
There was a chance that if she sucked the two girls off, she might be spared the humiliation of her own orgasm. She was still trying to fight the conflict between her actions and the morality of her early life which still had such a grasp on her conscious mind. She groaned inwardly and allowed her lips to touch the other woman's hot gash. 'Ahhhhhh!' the Mexican woman keened lowly, thrusting her cunt up to Vivian's lips. 'Use your tongue and suck… Lick my clit! Ohhh!' She was vibrating as she wiggled her hot twat against the girl's mouth.
Vivian gave it all she was worth and used her mouth and tongue on the pressing pussy, darting in and out and sliding over the clit while she sucked.
'Use your fingers,' the squirming woman commanded as she pressed her cunt harder against Vivian's head, feeling the lips hot on her horny flesh.
Vivian responded and snaked her hands along the woman's thighs, over her firm, soft belly, and grasped her tender boobs, squeezing the nipples softly. She was disgusted at the ease with which the act she was committing had ignited her lust and desire. Her internal conflict concerning her sexuality was reaching the bursting point.
The big blonde shivered as her own anticipation made her reach out and touch Vivian's naked flesh, caressing her back and thighs, letting her hands linger on her solid ass.
'You're the best-looking prison whore I've ever seen,' she sighed as her hands brushed over Vivian's twat.
Am I a whore? Vivian asked herself as the stroking hands sent shivers sweeping across her body. The sweaty, sticky odor of the other woman's pussy filled her nostrils while she sucked hard and tried to push the thought from her mind. She moved one of her hands down from the raven-haired Mexican's tits and ran her finger in and out of her cunt while she sucked harder on her clit.
