Behind Bars: Adrianna Nicole

Metal bars frame the scene. Inmates have no power here. Only the guards do. Petal sits cuffed in her cell, arms drawn behind her back, wrists locked, ankles crossed and chained. A thick ball gag fills her mouth, straps digging into her cheeks, spit already dripping down her chin. The guard’s boots echo on concrete. She can’t see him yet. She feels him. Hands grip her hair, yank her head back. A bucket of soapy water appears. He starts with a rough sponge between her legs, scrubbing hard, forcing the suds over her cunt, over her tits. She bucks. He laughs. He strips her, leaves her naked on the cold floor, then picks up a heavy leather strap. The first strike lands across her thighs. She jerks. He keeps going. The strap marks her pale skin pink then red. When he’s finished he shoves two thick fingers straight into her pussy, pumps them fast, works her clit with his thumb until her hips lift off the ground. She comes hard around his fingers, muffled screams trapped behind the gag. He doesn’t stop. He leaves her hogtied on the bunk, knees spread wide, pussy still twitching, drool running down her neck, body marked and wet. The cell door slams. She’s left there, bound and dripping, waiting for whatever comes next.