Deep inside you, of course

The jailer jams his fat, warty fuckmeat in and out of your stretched slit, each slapping collision of flesh on flesh driving you forward, jiggling your tits and making you cry out with pleasure. He slams his cock in and out so hard you would go flying across the cell if he weren't roughly holding your broad hips, pinning your assflesh against the bars. Your splayed quim grips his cock with aftershocks of your orgasm. His bollocks are no longer slapping against your clit. They've tightened up against his swollen knob.

"Nnnnn ere it cummmms!" bellows the lardy jailer.

You cry out with crazed pleasure, your eyes rolling back in your head and your mouth hanging open as he roughly pounds your once-pristine little pussy. It's now sloppy with your juices and his, sloshing with each thrust, lips puffy and rubbed raw by his rampaging ramrod.

"Take it awww!" he roars and slams his cock into you with slower, deeper strokes that batter against your cervix painfully. Each stab of his huge fucktool causes you to yelp in pain and pleasure, your dangling tits nearly smacking your face they are swinging so violently. A bestial roar escapes his sore-covered lips as his huge cock twitches and throbs. You feel the hot spew of his cum washing into your stuffed tunnel, drowning your cervix in his sticky fucksoup.

Each massive pump is so violent you feel it tug against your clit as he pumps out such a quantity of cum it is churning out of your stretched lips, slopping down your thighs and dripping to the filthy floor of the cell. The orgasmic shouts and your cries of pleasure are answered by more crazed hooting from and animal sounds from the other cells. The jailer finishes in you with a last few strokes and then slowly withdraws his spent tool from your drooling, stretched cunt. He laughs as the dam of his cockhead pops free and cum gushes out of your sloppy folds.

"Very good," says Alyssa. "I see my simpleton jailer has filled you up with his seed. Hold her open for us, Gorgo. Let her master see."

"Ya Misstrussss," answers the jailer. He steps aside, keeping one hand on your back to hold you against the bars, he reaches down to your cunt and jams two fat fingers in, spreading you open and allowing more of his cum to spill out. Your face burns with humiliation as Alyssa leans down to inspect. You realize Worm is there as well, staring at your creamed cunt with great interest.

"Oh my, Gorgo, she smells terrible. Is that you?"

The jailer shakes his head. It surely is the horrible jailer's stench, but he blames it on you.

"What a filthy whore. She'll need to be cleaned before I'll touch her. Go heat the cauldron."

"Ya mistruss!" Gorgo hitches up his sagging trousers and waddles off.

When he is gone, Alyssa motions for you to stand and faces you through the bars. She is even more beautiful and elegant than before, her pale eyes boring into you with ease. Worm stands at her side, his horrid little face grinning up at you as he leers at your naked, sweat-damp flesh.

"I am glad to find you eager to please my jailer," she says. "Gorgo is, of course, paid in services. He takes good care of my menagerie. All sorts of interesting things in my collection. Soon enough you will get to meet some of them."

Alyssa sees the horrified look on your face and her lips tighten into a cruel smile. "For my entertainment of course. But, I am so rude, your master has returned. I will leave you in his able hands until Gorgo has prepared your bath."

She departs slowly and elegantly from the filthy dungeon, leaving you standing on the other side of the bars facing Worm. He looks up at you with a fangy grin.

"Please..." you beg him, feeling tired and pathetic. "Please, get me out of here."