It sure does...

You hear the wolf whistles and taunts as you make your way to your cell...

"Hey, Chiquita Banana, I can't wait to peel you!" "Look at that sissy, swish, she's just itching to get fucked." "Yew shut yore mouths, that there's Barbie and she's a gol' darned angel!"

So much for your rep....your hickey giving hick 'boyfriend' from lock up just outed you to the whole cell block, not that there was any confusion of what you were.

You see their eyes mentally cutting your prison uniform to ribbons, and you feel a full body blush. You can practically feel their hands already on you, and your skin tingles from your achingly swollen nipples to your throbbing clit. You can practically smell their sweaty hard ons, and you struggle not to drool.

You shake your head, telling yourself to snap out of it. Lock up was one thing, but even you can't be the sissy gang bang slut for a whole cell block? Can you? Maybe you should find someone to protect you? A cell mate? A gang? Or maybe you should just surrender to the inevitable and let the mob have you?