No one.

You can't trust anyone in here except yourself, and you're not so sure about that bitch either. You are the only friend you've got in here, but you figure with your talents, you'll make friends soon enough, whether you want to or not...as long as you make them on your terms.

Your cellmate is the hulking hick from lockup. You sure didn't mind riding his cock in county, but you don't want to belong to anyone. Luckily for you, he's got something of a southern gentleman's code and considers it beneath him to **** himself on you. Only a little disappointed, you at least know you can sleep safely, but he doesn't promise any protection elsewhere.

The next morning you feel thousands of eyes all over your body, like greedy, groping hands. You try to walk normally, but try as you might, there is a tell-tale sway to your hips. Even if your reputation as an eager little gangbang sissy slut didn't proceed you, your inviting saunter would mark you as easy prey. Your only hope is that of they underestimate you, then you have a chance to get the upper hand, or that you don't get so horny you surrender without out a fight.

You can't think like that, but the more you try to push it out of your head, the more you imagine the hard hands and hard cocks surrounding you on all sides having their way with you. You make your way through the chow line, hoping having something to fill you up will take your mind off NEEDING something to fill you up. You take your plate of unidentifiable slop and search for an empty seat, vowing to find some dick on the down low before the day is out.

"Let me help you with that, little lady." A towering latino with an ugly scar marring an already ugly face and a surprisingly handsome voice takes your tray from your hands before you can stop him. You have little choice to his table, already full but for his seat. The table is a mix of ages and ethnicities so at least he might not have "friends" to gang up on you, but it's not like he'd need any help. He sits at the remaining empty spot and places your tray in front of him.

You start to protest but are shocked to silence when he pulls out a thick, very handsome prick from his orange jumper. "Don't worry...I saved you a seat!" The table erupts with laughter and you feel an all too familiar feeling of helpless rage rise up in you.

"Don't get any ideas, cutie. If you want to eat a meal in this cafeteria ever again, this is where you sit while you eat it." He points at his cock and you barely repress the reflex to lick your lips. Unless you want to try and beat my ass and take it from me....HAAA HAAHAHAA HAAA!"

The table joins in on the laughter and you feel yourself deflating. Maybe this is for the best. You haven't had a stiff dick in days and you are hungry and horny and he's offering to feed both holes at once. But if you surrender now, you'll never stop. Look at him laughing at you...not even looking at you. Maybe you could beat his ass and send a message.