Prison Fucked

Tina hears the cell gate slam shut behind her. The guard steps close, his hand hard against the bars. He smells like smoke and sweat. She tries to back away but the bed frame catches her legs. He grabs her wrists, forces them down, wraps rope around them tight until the fibers bite into her skin. Then he shows her the ball gag. Leather strap. Rubber ball. No words, just the press of it against her teeth and the click of the buckle behind her head. When he unzips, his beard brushes her cheek. He pushes in deep. She gags once, twice, but he holds her there until spit runs down her chin. He leaves her bound on the mattress, legs spread, mouth dripping, while the cell block stays quiet. Later he comes back and takes more. Hard. Fast. No gentleness. She feels him finish deep, hot, leaving her filled and marked. The guard wipes his mouth on her thigh, locks the gate, and walks away.