Samia Wears a Yoke

She woke to the sound of her cell door screeching open, then slamming against the wall. Several sets of boots entered her cell, and her heart raced.

“On your feet, prisoner!” one of the guards yelled.

Samia quickly rose, standing naked in front of three of them. Her chains jangled and scraped on the floor.

She wasn’t sure when she’d dozed off; it felt like she’d been awake all night, despite yesterday’s exhaustion. Her skin and body felt frozen, hands and feet felt numb. Everything ached from the cold, stone floor. Her hands and feet were hard to move into comfortable positions due to the chains. Everything felt tired.

She looked from the leader who towered over her to the other two guards, and noticed they were holding something. A black strip of metal with a hole in the centre. A yoke. She gulped.

The leader approached with a huge key on a ring and had her hold out her hands as he unlocked her chains. Samia watched them fall to the floor with a clunk.

Her freedom from the restraints was short-lived though. She didn’t resist as he grabbed her wrists and held them in place either side of her head, then turned her around so her back was to the other two men.

The yoke was fitted behind her, one guard held her hair up as the sides were wrapped inwards around her wrists, trapping her. It was locked at the front with some sort of screw on both sides. This felt like the most humiliating position she’d ever been in, and she’d been on display in many ways back in Vernia.

“Do you want some breakfast, whore?” Frost asked.

Samia nodded.

“On your knees, then.” He sniggered.

Samia knelt, knowing what was coming next. The floor was cold on her knees, but they were numb enough to not be too bothered by the roughness.

The guards lowered their breeches, exposing their hard cocks.

One by one, Samia took them in her mouth, her body trembling with each thrust. She had never felt so degraded, so violated, but she knew this was just the beginning.

As she serviced the guards, she couldn't help but think about Reynaldo and the others. Had they gotten away? Had they sold her out again? It didn’t feel like it this time. It was pretty clear she’d been arrested for prostitution, there was no mention of theft.

The guards took turns using her mouth, their laughter echoing through the cell.

Finally, Frost signalled for them to stop to give her a rest from the face fucking. Samia's jaw ached, her throat burned, and her knees grew numb from the hard ground. But she continued sucking cock, determined to endure this humiliation.

Samia knew this was the punishment she had been dreading all night. Her throat burned from the previous day's **** and dehydration, but she could not afford to show any weakness, especially not in front of the men who controlled her during this sentence.

She opened her mouth slowly, her jaw aching as she tried to prepare herself for the onslaught of their erect penises. Her eyes were swollen from lack of sleep and tears, but she **** herself to look at her captors as they approached, one by one.

She felt their hands on her head, guiding her mouth towards their groins. The first one thrust forward, and she took him in, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft.

After a couple of minutes of hard sucking, the second guard positioned himself behind her, his breath hot on her neck. She could feel his erection against her skin, and she shuddered in revulsion.

The third guard watched her with a sinister grin, his penis throbbing in his hand. Samia could feel her fear rising, but she refused to show it.

As each guard thrust into her mouth one after the other, Samia felt their erections sliding in and out, hitting the back of her throat over and over again. She gagged, but she held on, determined not to let them see her break.

The leader stood behind her, watching with a twisted satisfaction. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, trying to take control of her body. With her wrists trapped in the yoke, her whole upper body moved back and forth with each push and pull her **** her to perform.

Samia's throat burned with every thrust, but she refused to let the pain show on her face. She focused on her breathing, trying to control her panic as the guards continued to use her.

Finally, the leader ordered them to stop. Samia's throat felt like it was on fire, and her mind was reeling from the experience.

“Get ready to gulp it all down, slut, I’m serious about this being your breakfast.”

Frosr waited his turn off to the side, his smirk never leaving his face. Samia knew she had to be strong, to endure this **** for as long as it took, no matter how much it hurt.

The first guard grunted as he released his seed into Samia's mouth, his hot cum flooding her throat. She fought to swallow it down, her gag reflex triggered with each spurt. The taste was bitter and salty, but she managed to keep it down without a sound. Her stomach groaned from lack of real food and water. She lapped it all up from his cock hungrily, wishing there was more.

The second guard followed, and then the third. Each one's cum was different, some hot and some cold, but all of them painful as they hit the back of her throat. Samia's cheeks bulged as she **** it all down, her stomach churning.

Finally, the guards relented, allowing her to swallow it all down. Out of hunger, she even licked each man clean.