Things get wild

Chapter 9: Cell Block Indulgence

The holding cell had turned into pure chaos. I was still pressed against the bars in that ridiculous tiny orange uniform, Danielle’s massive tits barely contained by the stretched fabric, my ass cheeks hanging out the bottom of the micro-shorts. The big tattooed woman — who’d claimed me as her “prison girlfriend” — had her hand down the front of my shorts, two thick fingers lazily pumping in and out of my soaked pussy while I tried not to moan like a whore.

Then the cell door opened again.

A group of uniformed officers stepped in — the same ones who had just been swapped. Former hookers now wearing cop bodies, grinning like wolves with brand new cocks straining in their pants. They dragged in the latest batch of swapped “hookers” — the former male officers now trapped in cheap, slutty female bodies.

“Special orders from the chief,” one of the new officers announced with a wicked smile. “Recreational time.”

What followed was absolute filthy pandemonium.

The big tattooed woman pulled her fingers out of me with a wet pop and shoved me toward the bench. “Watch this, mami. Then it’s your turn.”

One of the new officers — a tall, muscular guy who used to be a skinny streetwalker named Rosa — grabbed the crying former cop (now in a tight red dress with massive fake tits) and bent her over the bench right next to me. He yanked the dress up, ripped her panties aside, and slammed his new thick cock balls-deep into her pussy in one brutal thrust.

“¡Ay dios mío!” the former cop screamed in a high feminine voice, eyes rolling back. “That’s… that’s my old dick… fuck, it’s so deep!”

Rosa laughed and started pounding her hard, the wet slapping sounds echoing through the cell. “You like that, officer? How does your own cock feel stretching that tight new cunt?”

The woman’s heavy tits bounced wildly with every thrust as she moaned like a broken slut, her will crumbling fast.

Next to them, another new officer had a different swapped cop on her knees. The former male officer — now a curvy Latina with a tiny skirt — was eagerly sucking cock, gagging and drooling while her new owner gripped her hair. “That’s it, baby. You arrested me last week. Now you’re my personal cocksucker.”

I couldn’t look away. Danielle’s body was on fire. My clit was throbbing, pussy dripping down my thighs as I watched the raw, perverse fucking all around me. The big tattooed woman noticed and grinned.

“Your turn, gorgeous.”

She pushed me down onto the bench on my back, spread my legs wide, and buried her face between my thighs. Her tongue attacked my swollen clit while two fingers plunged back into my aching pussy. I cried out in Danielle’s husky voice — a loud, slutty moan I couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck! Oh shit… that feels too good,” I groaned, my heavy tits heaving as I arched my back. My male mind was mortified, but this hyper-sensitive female body was loving every second. My hips bucked against her mouth involuntarily.

While she ate me out like a starving woman, another new officer stepped up and pulled out his hard cock. He slapped it across my tits before shoving it between them, tit-fucking me roughly while the woman between my legs sucked hard on my clit.

I was lost. Moaning loudly, hands grabbing my own tits and squeezing them as these strangers used Danielle’s slutty body. The cell was filled with the sounds of wet slapping flesh, **** feminine moans, and dirty talk.

The woman eating my pussy pulled back just long enough to growl, “You’re mine now, blondie. Gonna fuck you stupid every day until we get out of here.”

I came hard around her fingers, screaming in a high, feminine voice as my pussy clenched and squirted all over her hand.

Through the haze of orgasm, I realized this was only the beginning. Carlos was turning the entire station into his personal playground.

And I was just another piece of ass in his new empire.

To be continued in Chapter 10…