Olivia Takes Control of the Cell

Olivia happily held command over Victoria.

But that wasn’t enough. The pleasures cascading all over her figure, from herself and the other women in the cells wasn’t enough.

She held Victoria's head close to her leg as the intimidated girl began kissing up the skin tight pants along the inside of her thigh. Gazing down into the brown eyes needy and eager for the slightest command.

As Victoria passively kissed her way to the top of Olivia's pants she kissed her way to the exposed naval, suckling and lapping at the belly button before gently pulling the waistline down beginning to kiss a descent back between Olivia's legs.

“Do you want to have some real fun?” Olivia asked stroking Victoria's hair, she brought her water bottle down in front of her face smiling as Victoria began to felatio it as her hands slowly caressed and peeled Olivia's pants down.

Victoria didn't understand what she was doing or why. It just felt right, it paired so well with the sensations surging across her body. She was so engrossed with Olivia, she had forgotten her boyfriend, this moment was all that mattered, the sexual tension, the pleasures, being between these legs.

She didn't need to answer Olivia, she felt compelled to do whatever Olivia wanted. Turning away from the bottle she moved Olivia's thong aside, and lapped a tongue across her clit.

Victoria and Olivia shrieked in delight, the sensation driving their minds down into greater depths of depravity.

Olivia shook her head looking down wildly happy with Victoria's actions. Victoria gazed up sheepishly kissing along the inside of Olivia's pelvis.

Taking her leg down Olivia pulled her pants back up. Sitting on the bench next to Victoria she spread her legs and gestured in front of her. "Strip for me. Show me how you like to be touched." Olivia invited alluringly. Victoria seemed stunned by the request.

Sliding a hand down her pants, pinching an exposed nipple Olivia moaned looking luridly at Victoria, just saturating in the pleasure empathically reverberating amongst the cell block. "You don't want me to stop touching myself do you?" Olivia asked, her hazel eyes looking commandingly at Victoria. "I know you enjoy it."

Victoria got up awkwardly, she had never been asked to do something like this. It was foreign and alien to her. As she stood thinking of how to start she bent over moaning lovingly as a new surge of pleasure crossed her body.

Looking back behind her she felt a phantom object thrusting in behind her, with each thrust she felt Olivia grinded her pelvis out in the air.

Victoria swayed back and forth, feeling her bodies surging warmth through her clothes. As she swayed her ass counter to her chest she unbuckled her belt. The next surge of pleasure to hit her caused her to arch her back upright, the belt seeming to fly free of the jeans with a will of its own.

She didn't need to know how to do this, it came naturally, fueled by the depravities of their assembling lusts, desires and urges.

Victoria turned to face Olivia as her hands journeyed up beneath her shirt, they crossed over her breasts and onto her shoulders stretching the tight fabric before descending back down to grab the bottom of the top and ripping it over her head. As it flew free she clenched her breasts, feeling the pleasures surging throughout her, guiding her onwards in her display, she could feel what her audience wanted.

She felt so liberated, so alive, so desired. Her bra quickly became discarded as her B cup breasts proudly presented their small hard nipples as Victoria bowed down, slipping her jeans and panties off smoothly.

Victoria strutted up to Olivia with a wanton confidence she never had before. Climbing up into Olivia's lap she rubbed her clit and groped her breasts, moaning passionately as she came down to deliver a deep kiss demonstrating her still constant need to please Olivia.

Parting lips Olivia mouthed one of Victoria's nipples, clenching it between her teeth teasingly. "Now, how about you show me what you can do with this." Olivia invited handing her empty bottle to Victoria and gesturing to the passed out girl.

Victoria groped both of Olivia's breasts, delivering another passionate kiss. Snatching the bottle Victoria smiled devilishly. Running her tongue along the twisted water bottle, she got up and strutted over to the passed out girl, flaunting her ass with each step in a manner she couldn’t have imagined earlier in her life.

As she stood with the bottle over the girl she admired her dress. It hugged every contour of the girl, easily revealing her proportions and underwear underneath. Her hair was a scattered dirty blonde perm, likely a hair style that hadn’t survived the night.

Victoria felt a sudden resistance to the urges and pleasures assaulting her body. Fuck her with it. Shove it in her mouth and grope her. You know you want to have her. Fuck her with it.

The whispers, images, and ideas assaulted her mind. Egging her on and into action, each one a step deeper into the collective's sexual wants, needs, and away from any inhibition that might anchor her from the currents flow.

It’s wrong.

It echoed loud in her mind against the influence of depravity willing her into action from the pooled sexually energies that even now made her grow wetter.

“Well, are we just going to watch her sleep. Or are you going to do something?” Olivia prodded, arching her back as she moaned through another climax her hand slowing in its pattern of grinding across her clit, while her other arm clamped a breast towards her playing with the breast opposite it.

Victoria wanted to run her hands all over both of the other girls in the cell. But something pulled at her, some remnant of her true self calling to her not to give in to temptation, screaming desperately for her not to violate the girl. Shifting her arms she could feel the water bottle slosh with fluid... It was still full?

Drawing the bottle up to her face she undid the lid, gazing upon it she fell the temptation to drink it all.

Some long drawn out voice once again cried out against an action. She needed to do something! Olivia wanted her too... They all desired her too... They needed more...

Looking to Olivia she felt drawn to perform for her, the pleasure continued its constant burn to her body, accumulating to a suddenly convulsive climax.

"FUCK!" The word echoed clearly from the cop, commandingly cascading across Victoria with the climax as the bottle was turned over and poured across the sleeping drunk.

Chloe jumped awake at the wet sensation pouring over her dress, her head was groggy and she was slowly trying to grasp what was going on around her. Sitting up she reviewed her sopping wet dress, she couldn't ignore how flush and aroused she was beginning to clearly feel through the fogginess of her awoken drunken stupor.

She stared at the turned over water bottle deliberately poured empty upon her. She began to feel angry, sitting upright she gasped as the growing sensation began to cascade towards its first climax within her.

Chloe's already cloudy less inhibited mind quickly became drowned beneath the sudden inclusion in the pool of sexual energy and tension reverberating amongst the cells occupants. Staring past the offending water bottle Chloe took in Victoria's bare lithe form.

She twisted, collapsing forward on her knees in climax again She moaned for a moment arching her back, as the surge of pleasure levelled her eyes focused with the closest object of so many ideas permeating her uninhibited mind.

Fuck. Suck. Lick. Chloe groped herself gazing up and down Victoria, lunging forward she clenched Victoria's ass pulling her crotch into her face, as her tongue hungrily slipped between Victoria's labia as her lips suckled the fold.

Chloe cooed in response to the sensation echoing onto herself.

Victoria gasped and steadied herself on Chloe's shoulders, this was better than fucking the girl with the bottle. What little inhibited conscience remained in her mind was relieved and alleviated in concern by the girl's hot response to the water being poured on her.

"Not quite what I expected," Olivia moaned coming up behind Victoria. With some kisses across Victoria's shoulder and a nibble to her nape her hands crept up behind the formerly timid girl to fondle her small breasts and pinch their nipples. "Now, let's..." Olivia paused to gasp in pleasure for a moment as she took the bottle from Victoria's hand.

Deep throating the bottle as best she could she strutted alongside Chloe pulling her away from Victoria's snatch by her disheveled hair. Olivia looked at Victoria commandingly. "Lie down for this bitch." As Victoria began to lie down Olivia gazed out to the hall. "Lie down so the camera can watch perfectly."

Gazing to the hall Victoria changed her position, feeling a new thrill knowing they were positioning to be watched by whatever eyes awaited to part them, or join them.

As Victoria lay down on her back Olivia pulled down Chloe's dress exposing her breasts, with a brief fondle she guided Chloe's face down between Victoria's legs aggressively. Chloe dove back into munching on Victoria's pussy with amplified vigor.

As Chloe fingered and lapped at Victoria's pussy, she moaned with new found contentment and pleasure. She found herself further encouraged forward by the resonating sensations of her servicing the girl upon her own body.

Olivia relished the sensations of the girls performing before her, with a few seductive kisses she peeled what little dress still covered Chloe's ass, snapping the thong free she teased alluringly with the bottle before finding it seeming to draw itself into the orifice wantonly.

As the bottle penetrated to a chorus of screams echoed in the hallway, Olivia fell to the floor excited perversely by the second phantom object fucking into her wet pussy, quickly stripping off her tube top she massaged her C cups momentarily before she began peeling her wet pants and sparse thong from her body.

Crawling her way forward she kissed her way up along Chloe's dress and exposed body, up across Victoria's body pausing to fondle those B Cup breasts once more before spread her legs and sitting on Victoria's face relishing the girl's quick response to the wet pussy availing itself to her sucking the juices from.

They were eager for a final orgasm, what little restraint, inhibitions, and resistance sunken deep below the coalescing pool of pleasure. They were more than ripe for the Idol's harvest.