They get on with it...

Emma could only watch as the man closed the distance between her and where he once stood. The Other would not let her move.

"Go on Andrew!" urged Jack, "Gag her good!"

Andrew grinned, he said nothing as he took the bra and knickers from Emma's fingers. It looked as if he knew what he was doing, padding the front of the bra with her knickers to form a wad of cloth, then wrapping the straps around her head and tying them at the back.

It was then that The Other let control of her body. Emma tried to scream but couldn't. She ran instead. Jack and the third man were too quick and despite Emma's attempts to flee around the cell she soon found herself in Jack's arms.

"Ah... play fair, we know you want this..." Jack coo'd into Emma's ear. In front of her the two still-nameless men tugged off their shoes, trousers, boxers and then their tops. Emma blinked in disbelieve as she watched two erect cocks appear before her.

Jack pushed her forward, forcing her to approach the two waiting drunks. The guy on the left was old enough to be her father.

Then The Other was in control again. Before Emma knew it she was kneeling between the two. One cock slid between her legs, brushed against her pussy and then slowly sank into her mound. She was being fucked by a drunk guy in a cell and she could feel just how much The Other liked it. The second man pressed his cock against her arse.

Her mind raced; Nooo! Her body called out; Yes!