Lesbian Inmate Hazing

Serena Blair steps back into the cell block and straight off she lands in Cherry Torn’s sights. Cherry’s been waiting for fresh meat, and tonight she claims it. She shoves Serena against the bars, rips the thin uniform down past her hips, and slaps each cheek until they glow. The cell echoes with the crack of palm on flesh. Serena twists, kicks, tries to crawl away. Cherry drags her back by the ankle, pins her wrists behind her, and shoves a thick dildo between her teeth. “Bite down and keep quiet,” she growls. Straps lock the gag in place, leaving drool sliding down Serena’s chin while Cherry cuffs her to the upper bunk. The whip comes next—thin, stinging strokes across Serena’s ass and the backs of her thighs. Each lash jerks her forward, tits swinging, cunt exposed. Cherry counts aloud, voice low, filthy. When the skin is striped raw she drops the whip, spreads Serena’s cheeks, and works cold lube over the tight hole. Serena shakes her head, muffled protests lost around the gag. Cherry just smiles, lines up the thick strap-on, and drives the head inside. Slow at first, then deeper, harder, until the harness slaps Serena’s sore ass. Every thrust rocks the bunk, every pull drags over that punished rim. Serena’s thighs tremble. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. Cherry keeps her there, fucking her ass in long, merciless strokes, until the new inmate’s body finally stops fighting and starts giving in.