7. A guard appears to shut her up

As she rattled the bars, she realized there was a gap at about waist height that was large enough for her head to stick through. Not her shoulders, she couldn’t escape, but it was just big enough for her to stick her head out. She did and continued to yell for attention.

“Hey!”

She heard the sound of boots on the flagstone.

“Shut up, whore.”

The guard held a torch as he walked down the hall to her. She saw in the other cells there were more women, all of varying races, some, as she could see in the dim light, heavily pregnant. The guard came into better view and she saw his dark hair and eyes were strongly reminiscent of the man who had captured her.

“Please, where am I?”

He slapped her hard across the face. “I said shut up.”

He walked over to a wall sconce and left the torch so that it would still cast light but his hands would be free. He reached for his trousers and began unlacing them, revealing a thick, if a little short, cock. Nezihe had experimented in her hometown but was still largely a virgin and inexperienced with men. She’d found she preferred the touch of another woman much more.

“You’re new here, you have a few things to learn, and I’m happy to be the one to teach you.”

The light cast wicked shadows across his face as he grinned down at her. He pulled something above her head and stocks locked her head in place. He advanced on the girl, cock hardening, clearly meaning to use her in some way.