The Matriarch Comes Under

Lorie often questioned where her life began to go wrong.

The truth is she didn't have a solid answer. More often than not she didn't even like to think about how she got where she was, just do what she needed to get to tomorrow, and make herself feel better.

Now she wished she had the answer, one moment to go back to and avoid everything that lead her here. She was all too familiar with the hierarchy among the animals of the streets, and underworld. Which made her fully aware of the girls coming for her, but this wasn't the usual act of aggression, there was some different almost malevolent intent to this.

She wondered what had suddenly come over her previously indifferent withdrawn cellmates.

“You don’t want to start this shit. THAT COP will have you tasered faster than you will know!” Lorie threatened gesturing at the desk. It was all she had.

Annie and Crystal began laughing over joyed by the threat, stopping to touch themselves as they felt a new cascade of pleasure ripple across themselves.

“I thought someone of your experience would know how to read a room.” Annie remarked running a hand across Crystal's chest. “She wants us to do this, listen to her masturbate. We're just looking to perform for her.”

Annie pulled Crystal into a sloppy kiss, as they broke it they watched as Lorie gazed pleadingly at the desk, a muffled moan emanating from it as the top of Amanda's head came into view, thrust back eyes closed.

Crystal and Annie began fingering each other, encouraged by Amanda's climax and the sensation of each other being fingered layering over top of being fingered themselves. They whispered incoherently to each other gazing past Lorie to their warden. Their pussies growing wetter and hungrier for attention as they watched Amanda come into greater view her back arched as if she was being passionately fucked from behind.

Lorie grabbed the bars looking in surprise and desperation at the officer. Amanda was standing more upright now, her breasts perfectly hanging from what could only be described as a corset. Looking up from the screen she gasped in pleasure, opening her eyes she gazed upon her audience moaning wantonly as she felt the chorus on unrelenting climaxes subside momentarily.

“Oh…” Amanda moaned licking a lip in the cells direction. “FUCK!” She screamed before her head dropped downwards, eyes closing for a moment before taking in the actions on one of her screens.

Lorie whimpered helplessly as she felt two sets of hands begin reaching around her. “Well, you heard the officer.” Crystal stated with a giggle nibbling along Lorie's neck as one hand reached down over her ass, the other one clenching a breast through the elaborate bra under the fish net top.

Lorie was feeling over whelmed. Annie was mirroring Crystals actions, and the officer that should be stopping this sexual **** was more preoccupied with masturbating before them.

“ENOUGH!” Lorie screamed pushing her cell mates away, her fish net top ripping free in the process. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, or her, but I’m having NO PART in it!” Lorie declared, each arm outstretched and pointing aggressively at the nearly nude girls lewdly gazing upon her with growing depravity.

Lorie shuddered her shoulders, an odd sensation had taken hold there. Initially it just felt like a cold breeze across the wet saliva on her back. But that cold chill had progressed into an erotic tingle, the start of a warm surge of pleasure that seemed to be spreading outwards.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!” Lorie demanded, the steady arms she had aggressively pointing at the other two girls slowly becoming less and less steady, trembling in part with terror, and growing arousal.

“I don’t know. But if it’s anything like what I’ve been feeling you’re going to love this.” Annie responded, bringing her arms up over her chest, she ran her hands gently around her neck gasping as Crystal deliberately began masturbating herself.

Lorie's eyes widened with terror. The pleasure was growing, and spreading. Worse still she barely stifled a gasp as the phantom sensation of Annie's hands danced along her shoulders.

“Don’t worry, it only gets better.” Crystal giggled, her sex addictions plagued her minorly compared to the growing sensations across her body. “Maybe you’ll change your mind and tell us who eats you out better.” Crystal relished this pleasure, her sexual exploits usually felt lackluster, but now all she sensed was a growing need for the apex of pleasure she had yet to achieve.

Lorie fought to keep herself composed, the link to the pool of sexual energies and frustration was spreading across her body submerging all her senses in pleasure beneath the depths of sensations from all its contributors.

Whispers echoed in her head, suggestions that made her shake her head. Let them please you. You deserve their affections.

“NO!” Lorie declared, covering her ears resisting the urge to massage her breasts alongside the sensations already fondling her. Annie and Crystal waited patiently for the tumultuous pleasures to drown her resistant sensibilities.

They passed the time making out passionately, feeling up and down each other, even in each other while watching such pleasure twist the older whore with surprise and torment. They were done talking, all they could feel and feed was the growing pool of sexual tension amongst them and the prison guard. It made them hunger for more even though they were already overwhelmed with pleasures akin to an unending orgasm.

Alas, they were deprived of such a relenting apex. **** instead to dwell on the cusp hungering for the final piece to throw them over the edge.

Lorie dropped to her knees, her body was now fully encompassed by the empathic pool of pleasure and sexual energy. She felt violated, yet **** for more. She wanted it to stop, yet craved it to burn away her painful existence with its impossible bliss.

Her mind was breaking, each thought fighting with the next, her hands began to claw at her clothes urging her to unleash her body from what little remained to shield it.

She considered just lying back on the cold floor in surrender, thinking of how easy it would be to just let go and drift on the sensations consuming her body and mind, leaving her soul exposed. A body left to be consumed by the hungering nature surrounding it.