Call out

You are tired, sore and incredibly cross to wind up in this filthy cell. You press forward against the cold iron of the bars, your big breasts squeezing through on either side of a dividing bar.

"Hey!" you shout. "Hey! Let me out of this foul lace this instant!"

You bang your hands against the bars, roughly jiggling your trapped tits. You are answered not by a jailer but by a chorus of animal sounds, screaming noises and similar pleas for help from the other cells. You press your face to the bars, trying to get a better look, but it's no use. You continue begning your palms against the bars and shouting for help.

After a very long time - you've nearly shouted yourself hoarse - the door unlocks and a man enters. Well, you'd hardly call him a man. He's absolutely disgusting, hairy and sweaty and dressed in a filthy white peasant shirt and a belt that barely holds his too-small trousers up over his fat arse. On his belt are a set of jangling keys and over his face is a leather hood. You can only see his mouth and chin, his lips hanging open like a slackjawed idiot to expose his lower row of rot-fouled teeth. He waddles towards your cell.

"Wot's this?" he says and spits a wad of phlegm near your feet. "Shut it, bitch."

"You pig!" you shout. "Let me out this instant."

"Pig izzit?" he laughs and hacks up another wad of spit, this time splattering it on your bare feet. You curse and pull your breasts from the bars with an unplesant pinch.

"You disgusting idiot!"

"Awl show ye a pig," says the jailer and you nearly gag as he lifts his huge belly and unbuckles his belt. He opens his trousers and a huge, warty pink cock flops out and down his leg. It's uncircumsized and the big balls are covered in hairs. It is so foul looking there are practically flies circling it. "Now av a look at that un, love."

He steps up to the bars, wagging his jiggling belly and monstrous cock at you.

"Come over here an' give it a kiss. Tell 'im yoor sorry an' maybe, jus' maybe, I won't beat you senseless." The horrid jailer lets go his cock long enough to heft a fat club hanging by a leather strap from his belt.

"I'm not afraid of you! Open the cell and I'll give you a try. Beat me and I'll do whatever you want." You're not afraid of the likes of this fool. Even Abby Finch could handle an idiot like him.

"Nawwww," he says. "I open that an' you do some trickery. You get over here an suck or I'll set one of the ogres loose on you."

That gives you pause. Ogres are huge, twice as tall as a man, and incredibly strong. Worse, they have monstrously gigantic cocks, big as a horse's, and they're eager to use them. Particularly on soft human women like you. On the other hand, you **** yourself to look at the horrible, uncut, filthy fuckhose being wagged at you by the jailer. The thought of putting that in your mouth is almost unbearable.