Beneath the weight of your responsibilities

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

The cement of the prison floor is cold against your back, which only makes your nipples harder than they already were. In contrast, your face is nice and warm, courtesy of Emilia sitting on it while one of the guards facefucks her. The steam coming off of her pussy is like a heavy cloud of pheromones, restricting your thoughts and clouding your judgment. Certainly, licking her could be classified as taking care of her as a guardian, right? You settle on that excuse as you plunge your tongue inside her flower.

“W-W-Wait Professor!” she yelps, pulling her head away from the dick she’s sucking. “You were right, we shouldn’t *GLCK*”

The guard abruptly silences Emilia with his criminal cock. “Keep suckin’, ****. Just let your ‘professor’ eat you out like the cuntmunching whore she is.”

You’re so focused on what’s happening above your head that you forget about the other guard. That is, until you feel a pair of hands on your hips. He slides his dick into your wet, sensitive pussy as though claiming access to your most intimate region were an ordinary, everyday thing.

You yelp and sluggishly move your legs around, trying to kick the guard without being able to see past Emilia’s pink pussy. But this just earns you a kick in the head from the other guard. “Behave, whore. Start moving that tongue if you know what’s good for you and this black-haired chick.”

The guard fucking your pussy adds his own two cents. “That’s right. Girls who don’t know their place around here tend to get roughed up until they learn it.” He emphasizes his point with a sharp swat against your tummy, forcing a decidedly embarrassing noise from your mouth.

”S-Sorry Emilia,” you moan, already getting turned on by the Team Rocket cock in your nethers. You resume licking as instructed, and you quickly find Emilia’s pussy sopping wet. At the same time, your own pussy squeezes appreciatively against the rod that’s violating it. You’re both just sex slaves to these bastards, and yet, neither of you can hide how good it feels. Damn it, this is humiliating…

You and your pale-skinned pupil quickly devolve into moaning whores at the hands of Team Rocket. Emilia cums early on, flooding your mouth with girlcum and turning you into a slurping degenerate. It tastes surprisingly good, and the thought that it’s Emilia’s cum makes you strangely eager to gulp it down. Just because she’s precious to you, does it mean you should be drinking her pussy juices so happily? Is this your responsibility as her caretaker, or is it a gift? Ngh, thinking is getting difficult. Emilia starts grinding back and forth on your face as she cums, getting her fluids on your glasses lens. You just let her do whatever she wants while swallowing as much as you can.

Your own sex is just as wet, despite your disdain for the man whose cock is claiming you. Your toes clench as hard as your pussy, but it’s not enough to stop him from pumping his cock in and out of your tunnel. It doesn’t seem to be affecting him too much, but the pleasure is battering your mind and driving your nuts. It’s too much. You’re gonna… gonna…!

“*CUM*” you moan, though it’s barely intelligible with Emilia rubbing herself all over your mouth. The men exchange words of pride over your and Emilia’s reactions, but there’s nothing either of you can do. The men continue callously plowing away at you, demonstrating that you and Emilia are nothing more than cocksleeves to them. Even as you flail your legs around from the intensity of getting railed mid-orgasm, it’s completely ineffective. All you can do is tongue your favorite girl more intensely, driving her faster to a climax of her own.

It feels like an hour, and several more orgasms, before the men finally fill you both with their seed. You cum one more time, just from the sensation of heat and fullness in your wanting cunt. Some lowly thug’s semen is swimming around in you, and you just got off on it… Maybe you belong in this place? It takes a degenerate to lust after their daughter figure and pleasure her while you’re both getting screwed by strangers, right? You don’t have much chance to ruminate on it, as the guards don’t seem to be done with you yet. They reposition you once again, even as you start to lose touch with your sensibilities.