He fucks you through the bars and your plan falls apart

The jailer's rotten grin widens as he seems to make up his mind. One big paw reaches through the bars and wraps in your hair and he lifts you roughly to your feet. With his other hand he reaches between the bars and roughly grabs one of your heavy breasts. His calloused palm mashes into your soft flesh and drags like sandpaper over your fat and tender nipple. He closes index finger and thump on the nipple, pinching it roughly and stretching out your titflesh as he pulls it against the bars. You cry out in pain and he relents, letting your tortured tit slap back against your chest.

"Awright," he says and runs the pink slug of his tongue over his scabby lips. "Turn around and press yer arse against tha barsss."

Damn it. Your heart sinks as you realize how much harder it will be for your plan to work with the jailer on the other side of the bars. A simple suggestion won't work. You will have to completely dominate him with your powers. Not necessarily an easy task since, horrid as he is, he seems to be a human.

"Now!" he barks at you with irritation and painfully yanks your hair.

You cry out as he twists your hair and laughs at you. You try not to look at him through the tears welling in your eyes. It's too humiliating to consider what you are doing. It's even worse to admit that lust is driving you and as you turn and press your soft bum cheeks against the cold iron of the cell's bars the pressure spreads your arse and your pussy and exposes your steaming wetness to his gaze. He can see at a glance just how turned on you've become sucking his horrible cock and he knows the power he has over you.

"Wot a love-a-ly fat arse you ave," admires the jailer, running his rough hands over your cheeks. You lower your head and shoulders and press back even more against the bars, begging him to stabs his fat cock into your eager quim. "So wet, ye are, but yer hole need some spit."

He hacks loudly and you feel a hot gob of spit land in your spread crack and ooze down over your arsehole. You groan as he jabs his thumb against your pink wrinkle, screwing it from side to side until he forces his spit-soaked thumb's tip up your little hole. With his thumb hooked up your arse and fucking into you, he guides the head of his cock to your dripping slit, teasing it up and down over your wetness, wanking his dripping glans into your velvety cove.

"Please," you cry, pushing back against him. "Fuck me."

He laughs and jams his thumb deeper into your arse, but keeps teasing your tender lips and clit with his cock.

"Reach back an' spread 'er open for me," he says. "Want ta see tha pink."

Utterly humiliated, but lost in lust, you reach a hand between your thighs, a finger on either side of your mound, you spread yourself open. You can feel the heat of his cock as he immediately presses its fatness to your tender hole. He pushes the head of his cock into you and groans, pulling his thumb from your arse so that he can reach through the bars and grab your wide hips with both hands. You moan as he rams forward, holding you tight against the bars of the cell as his enormous cock stretches your cunny and slides so hard and deep into your wetness that it slams into your cervix.

"Oh god," you cry.

"Naw," grunts the jailer, sliding his fat cock in and out, bottoming out inside you with each thrust. "But yull treat me like 'im if ye don't want an ogre."

His grips tightens on your hips. The wet slurp of his warty fuckpole driving in and out of your tender cunt is loud enough to drive the other inmates in this horrible prison wild. You hear animal and human-like cries and even someone, a gruff man, shouting "Fuck her good!" Your head hangs low, your crimson locks spilling over your face and swaying like your tits with each slapping thrust of the jailer's massive member.

As his cock drives you towards your orgasm a low moan escapes your lips. He seems to sense your pleasure and snarls, doubling his efforts, pounding your tightness with his huge cock. Any thought of domination is forgotten. All that matter is the building surge of your orgasm, threatening to overwhelm you.

When the moment comes, his balls beating against your clit, you throw your head back and cry out like an animal. Your quim throttles his cock, clenching so tightly he groans and has to **** his hard cock into you. Your tits slap against your tummy with his violent thrusts, pounding you through your rippling, deep orgasm. You feel his balls tightening, his cock swelling all the more.

"Meh seed is churned up!" he bellows. You gasp, stretched to your limit, and wonder where that seed will erupt. It is humiliating to wonder, and even more so that you know no matter where he cums, you will receive his load gladly.