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Tricia squirmed, she tried to move away but Jake's strong hand held her in place. She planted her hands down on the metal sink, and caught her reflection in the tiny mirror. Was this really about to happen to her?
 
Jake pressed his cock hard against her asshole. Even though his cock was slick with her saliva, her asshole was too small and dry to allow him to penetrate her. He licked his fingers and used his saliva to lubricate her ass. He used his other hand to grip her neck as he began pushing his cock inside her.

"Spread wide, bitch," he grunted.
 
Tricia grunted, trying to move but it was no good. She felt the wet cock head push against her, spreading her cheeks apart. She grabbed hold of the metal sink and saw her reflection in the mirror above, and the massive man behind her about to violate her.

"No, stop!"
 
Jake grabbed Tricia's hair and yanked it hard as he tried to plunge his thick cock in her tiny asshole. It slid up her ass crack and did not enter her. He reached down and shoved a finger in her ass...it slid in. He opened her ass and slid another finger in.

"How does it feel, you fucking whore?"
 
Tricia felt relieved when the cock head slid about, unable to penetrate her. Her relief was shot lived when she felt that fat finger push inside her. She buckled as it forced itself in, and she shrieked when her head was forced back by her hair.

"Stop! Stop!"

She felt the second finger push itself in and her legs almost gave way. She grabbed the sink to support herself.

"Aaaah!"
 
Jake slid down to his knees and placed his mouth between Tricia's ass cheeks. His tongue raped across her crack and rested on her small opening. He began pressing his tongue inside.

"Open your ass wide for me."
 
Tricia's eyes scanned the sink area, trying to find something she could use as a weapon, now that his grip was loose and his head was low, but she couldn't find anything.

She trembled as she felt his warm tongue slide around her crack.

"Please," she tried again, "please don't do this."
 
Jake ignored her as he used his hands to roughly spread her legs apart. Her round ass was against his mouth, and by spreading her legs, her asshole became more exposed. This time his tongue entered her little private hole, violating it.

He licked it, making it wet, and at the same time inserted two fingers inside her. Raising his other hand, he gave her ass cheek a hard resounding smack.
 
Tricia yelled out at the hard smack. She reached back and rubbed her red ass cheek, leaving her stomach pressing against the cold metal. She kept looking back at him, watching the top of his head move around as he forced himself into her. She gathered her courage and tried to grab his hair and pull him away, but she wasn't strong enough.
 
"You bitch. You will be my slave, you know that. No point fighting it, or you will only make it worse."

Jake picked her up and carried her to his bunk, where he paced her, ass up, over his knees. Her butt was exposed to him and he brought his hand down on it, with another resounding smack. He did it again, and again, and again. By the time he was finished, her ass was red and marked.

"Are you my slave now, you slut?"
 
Tricia squirmed on top of his lap, panting and groaning, covered in sweat. She tried to crawl off his legs and onto the floor, but he held her in place with a few fingers on one of her ankles.

She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of submitting.

She glanced upwards and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her ass was a completely different color. She tried to pull herself off of him again.
 
Tricia's squirming eventually worked and she slid off Jake's knee on to the hard floor. As she crawled towards the sink, Jake lunged towards her and pinned her down. Her breasts pressed against the concrete floor as he held her down. He sat on her lower back, his thick cock against her.

"Resisting me. I like that," he said. He slid his hand to her throat and started choking her and at the same time pushing his cock towards her tight hole. He was like a man possessed, with the sole aim of fucking her ass. And this time he succeeded. His cock entered her saliva covered asshole, and with a grunt he pushed it all the way in.

With his cock impaling her, he held her arms wide open and stated fucking her ass in steady violent strokes.
 
Tricia's hot body pressed hard against the cold concrete. She was only a foot away from the sink, but now she was pinned down and couldn't move.

She wanted to scream, but his hand on her throat cut her voice off. She tried to breathe in sharply, arching her back. She fought and gasped as Jake forced her legs apart, and her body clenched like a fist when she felt that massive cock force itself deep into her. She wanted to scream more than anything and couldn't. She was becoming light-headed from the lack of air. She thrashed about, slamming her hands on the floor. Her face turned red, her eyes welled and tears streamed down her face.

She tried again to scream.
 
The fact Tricia resisted turned Jake on and in fact made him more determined to punish her. With his cock still inside her, he pressed his body on top of her and started kissing the back of her neck. He used his strong hands to turn her face towards him and kissed her roughly on her mouth, trying to force her lips open.

She resisted, so he placed his fingers on her face and pressed hard. Her wet tears brushed against fingers, but her lips finally opened and his tongue entered her mouth. Kissing her hard, he started fucking her ass again.
 
Tricia moaned sadly as she felt the tongue force itself into her. She grunted along with the hard thrusts into her tight ass. She wanted to bite his tongue off, but couldn't work up the nerve. He continued holding her neck, cutting off her air and releasing when he wanted her mouth open. She needed air, but all she could breathe in was his terrible smell.
 
Jake heard her moan as he kissed Tricia and sucked her tongue. His lips pressed hard against her lips bruising them. As he felt her resistance lessen, he removed his hands from her throat and slid them towards her breasts and started rubbing on her nipples. Her nipples were small, as he pinched them and tried to make them hard.

Tricia was on the cold floor and on her stomach. Her arms were splayed out and her hair messed up. As he kept on fucking her ass with growing intensity, her resistance seemed to be going out of her. But Jake was far from stopping.
 
Tricia moaned at the fingers painfully pinching and pulling at her nipple. She pushed her chest to the floor, hoping to force his hand away.

Her ass was hot from the repeated friction, she wondered how long he could keep this up. He had to be getting tired, he had to be close to a release. She dreaded the thought of him climaxing inside her, but at least it was a sign that this would be over.

She ears were ringing, and she wondered how loud the rape was. Was it enough to get the attention of the night guard doing his rounds? Could she make enough noise to get his attention? And if she couldn't, what would this man do to her for trying?
 
Tricia's tight ass and the resistance it provided to Jake's cock as he fucked her made him start approaching a climax. Even though he had cum in her mouth about 15 minutes ago, the long sex drought made him approach orgasm for a second time. He did not slow down, and it was not long before his cock started to spurt thick globs of cum deep inside her ass. As he came for the second time, he gripped her hips and pushed himself deep inside her and emptied himself. As the orgasm slowly subsided, cum started seeping out of her ass. She thrust her ass back towards him, hoping for his cock to slide out, but he held it inside her as his erection ebbed.

He reached over and turned Trica's face towards him and started kissing her again. His sweaty body held her tight, and his hands slid down to her bald pussy and he started caressing her.

It was almost 1am, and the prison was quiet except for his heavy breathing.
 
The only sign of morning was the narrow band of sunlight forcing itself through the narrow slit window in the wall of the cell.

Jake had returned to his bunk, sleeping peacefully, while Tricia's spent body remained on the floor. She had curled up and moved to the further corner, as far away from him as possible, but her strength had ebbed out of her.

She was awoken by a loud clanging on the door. The slot opened and two metal trays of food were pushed through. Tricia jumped to her feet and ran to the door, trying to reach out to a guard on the outside, yelling at him for his attention, trying to report what had happened.
 
Jake woke up and thru the fog of sleep he could hear Trisha yelling something. The narrow stream of sunlight gave him a good view of Trisha's naked body and, remembering the previous night, his cock began to stir.

He was hungry though, and the metal tray of food made him get up and reach out towards it. But before he reached it, Tricia kicked the trays overturning the food on the floor. He looked at her, surprise giving way to anger at what she had done.

He picked up the fallen tray and slowly approached her. She moved towards the back of the cell at his approach, still completely naked, until she reached the back wall.
 
She felt the cold wall meet her back, and as he got closer, Tricia managed to slip past him, back towards the door. She slammed her hand against the door again, "guard! Guard! Somebody help me, please!"

The bent down to look through the slot and saw a guard approach. She tried to spit out as much as she could about the night before, but the guard simple reached out and shut the slot door. Tricia heard a click as it locked. She pounded on the door again and got a loud thump in return.

The guard outside slammed his baton against the door twice. "Shut up in there or you'll see what comes to you!" He turned around and left, letting whatever was about to happen happen.
 
Jake smirked at Tricia. "You know it is no use wanting to complain. You are mine, and the earlier you understand that, the better your life will be here."

He reached out and grabbed her by her neck and pulled her towards him and kissed her forcefully on her mouth, searching for her tongue.
 
Tricia pushed against his body with one hand, using the other to try and pry his fingers off of his neck. She resisted his tongue as best she could.

She felt his body pressed against her, his morning wood pushing against the confines of his jumpsuit. She dreaded having to endure his cock again. She wondered if it would be less painful to endure the beating that was sure to come if she forced the guards in. At least afterwards she could be thrown into a dark hole somewhere, alone, and try to appeal to their sense of decency when they pulled her out.

But if they had any sense of decency, would they have locked her up in here in the first place/ She was a low level offender, why had she been transferred to a men's prison, and to the cell of a violent sex offender? What had she done to deserve this? Or worse, what had this man done to ensure it?
 
Jake felt Tricia's resistance to his kiss and it further enraged him. He pulled his mouth off hers and gave her a backhanded slap across her face. He was a big man and the force of the slap made her sprawl on the cold floor. He yanked her to her feet and slapped her again.

"You will do as I please, understand that. We have to shower next, and you will be handcuffed to me for the duration of the time. You cannot escape me."

He let her go, and she staggered to her bunk. A short time later, as he predicted, the guards opened the cel and handcuffed them together and were both instructed to go to the showers. They had their jumpsuits, but were given prison towels, meare rags which were smaller than hand towels.

As they approached he showers, Tricia could see that there were only men around, who looked at Tricia lavaciously. As they entered, the guards removed their handcuffs and instructed them to take off their jumpsuits. As Tricia watched, Jake stripped off his jumpsuit, revealing his thick swollen cock. He stood next to Tricia and waited for her to undress.
 
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Tricia was repulsed at the sight of his thick, throbbing cock. It bobbed out in the open, and Jake was beaming with pride about it.

"You deaf, inmate? Strip?" One of the guards prodded her.

"Could I get some privacy, please?"

"What do you think this is? This is prison, you're a prisoner. Strip!"

The other inmates watched intently as Tricia unzipped and removed her orange jumpsuit. She ignored the whistles and catcalls as she removed her white tank top and slid her panties down her legs.

She handed off her clothes and stood back up, covering herself with her hands.

The room was bright from the windows near the ceiling, and it was Jake's first truly good glimpse of Tricia's naked body.
 
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