A bad girl.

"My name is Misty," I told Claire, already over her attitude. I didn't ask to be here and I sure as hell wasn't going to play the prison bitch game with her. "Now drop the act and get your stank pussy out of my face."

Claire's eyes flashed as she looked down at me. "Stank, huh?" She said before pushing me onto my back. "I'll show you stank you little bitch!" And with that Claire squatted over my face, her asshole descending upon my mouth. I bucked and attempted to escape, but Flannery immedietly grabbed my legs, robbing me of much of my mobility. All I could do was uselessly squirm as Claire's puckered hole was smashed against my lips. "Better start licking bitch!"

"I know what will get her mouth open!" I heard Flannery say before she lifted my legs. Next I felt the dry pain of her fingers roughly penetrating my asshole. I gasped, my mouth opening to let out a cry of pain.

"Now you better get licking Buttslut." Claire commanded. "Flannery can get pretty mean."

Begrudgingly I stuck my tongue out, sliding it across the rippling flesh of Claire's asshole, tasting the dirtiest part of her body. It wasn't as terrible as I imagined it would be. And it had a taboo sense of naughtiness that was kind of exciting. If I wasn't being prison **** right now, I might have enjoyed myself.

Flannery wasn't helping matters either with her brutal three finger ravaging of my ass. With the mankey, it had been slow, teasing, shameful, and oh so very hot. There was none of that with Flannery. Just the pounding and twisting of her fingers sending jolts of pain throughout my ass.

I don't know how long Claire and Flannery kept me there, eating ass and being fingered, but they stopped quickly when they heard the cell door unlatch and open. The two gym leaders scrambled away from me as a nightmare walked in.

He was a tentacruel, that much was for certain. I hadn't seen one since the great evolution, and their old forms had always unnerved me despite me being a water type trainer. Now, he was terrifying. His upper body was human, mostly. Sure he was blue all over, sure his red eyes were unsettling, and sure he had a large hood descending from the back of his head, but he still looked mostly human. Except for his legs, or lack of them. Where he should have had legs, he instead had a mass of at least two dozen or more thick writhing tentacles. The tentacruel surveyed the scene before grinning darkly. "Having a bit of fun without me, eh girls?" He said, his voice dripping with venom. I noticed all the other girls were on their feet, arms at their sides, staring in terror at the tentacruel.

"Sir- we were just- that is I-" Claire stuttered, moving away from my bed.

"Shut it Claire." The tentacruel warned, advancing on the azure haired girl, his tentacles wrapping around and between her legs. "Now you know I don't give a raticate's ass what you do with these girls on your downtime. But I get the first taste of the new girls. Do I need to make an example of you... again?" He illustrated his point by sliding a tentacle into Claire's pussy and one into her ass.

Claire instantly tensed up at the intrusion. "No sir!" She grunted as the tentacles slowly slid further into her body. "No example is needed!"

"Good." He said simply and quickly withdrew his tentacles causing a squelching sound to emenate from Claire's holes. The tentacruel sneered as Claire quickly stepped back, and then it was my turn to be scared as he turned his attention to me.