Say nothing and kneel, tongue out

Studying their faces tells you all you need to know about these two men. They are drunk, bored, filled with the needs of men who do not often find themselves in the company of women anymore, and possibly violent. With the restraints squeezing deep ravines into your flesh and your back against the wall, it doesn't seem like much of a choice anymore. Your time to flee has passed, along with your freedom. It's probably better to stay on their good side for now, they would probably do whatever they wanted with you should you refuse anyways. Yeah, no big deal what's a cock or two in the grand scheme of things anyway? You've done worse to survive.

The sheer size of the man looming over you has begun to sink in as a fire begins to smolder in your chest. He looked to be about 6' 2", and balding with a thick brown beard spread across his face. A few small patches of white hair on his chin and the storied wrinkles of a man past his prime give you clues as to his age. While twice your own age he did not seem old, his hands were large, rough, and brimming with vigor. This man was no stranger to hard work or rough play. His thick arms and callused hands were reminders of the muscle that lay beneath the thickened layer of fluff the whiskey had no doubt built over the years. A scent you did not notice before gently touched your nose, mixed in with the liquor and tobacco was the tender scent of lilac. The fire spreads through your chest as if you were a tinderbox, burning away with what you could only hope was fear as your knees bend of their own volition.

As you kneel you catch a glimpse of his friend, the skinnier guard. He was younger but it was hard to tell if it were by much. He stood shorter than the thick man standing over you, but he was not below average height. Tussled blond hair fell over his blue eyes and there appeared to be a scar bridging the gap between his upper and lower lip. The bags under his eyes were deep and dark but the freckles that speckles his nose and cheeks restored some youth to his complexion. His eyes were focused even as he sway gently in place, clearly having been unable to keep up with his partners undoubtedly high affinity for booze.

The cold stone greeted your knees left bare from the tear in your ragged pants. It was hard and uncomfortable but before you could linger on that thought you felt the large man's fingers on your chin, gently coaxing your eyes up to meet his own. They were deep green gems inlaid on his rough face, shining in the light of the morning sun peeking through the cell window. His thumb found its way to your lips gently sliding over them, rubbing back and forth and carefully dragging your bottom lip downward as his lips parted into a toothy grin.

"Now that's what I wanted to see out of you, _Good Girl.", _he said not trying to hide the satisfaction in his tone. It sent butterflies into your stomach as something stirred.... lower. "You may yet just earn your freedom if yer smart girl. Yer a smart girl aren't you?"

"Yes s-sir.", it rolled off your lips all too easy for your liking.

Sir? What the fuck am I doing-

"Ohh you are smart girl hahaha", he reached for his crotch as his bulge grew rounder, "You must be a **** little damsel to be calling your violators sir. Or maybe my partner had you right, maybe you're just a common whore."

"Fuck-", the slap had come fast completely interrupting your sentence and thoughts in one moment.

Leaning down while gathering your hair in a single handful over the top of your head as he speaks, "I wont be spoken to like that little lady, keep mindin your manners lest you to be reminded where you are. Am I clear slut?". His words were sharp and coherent as if the whiskey had no longer had his tongue.

"Yes"

"What did I say about manners girl?"

"Yes sir. Im sorry sir."

"There you go sweetheart, that's a good girl. A good smart girl.", the anger faded out of his words but each syllable fell stern onto your ears as he held your head in place by your hair.

With one hand he unlatched his belt, never taking his eyes off your face. He seemed to enjoy watching your cheeks redden, both from the strike and your embarrassment. His cock was practically bursting through his pants, excitedly waiting to meet your soft skin. sticking out your tongue you patiently wait at his feet. Peering up at him you couldn't deny the saliva building up in your mouth, or the supple moisture dampening your inner thighs. The burning in your chest felt closer to excitement now as his thumb disappeared into his waistband. Slowly he lowered his garments first exposing dark curly hair latent with sparse grey patches, then the root of his shaft where it connected to his body. His pants giving way to his erection at last springing out and bobbing before his tip, already sticky with precum, landing on your tongue. You could almost feel the pulses as he throbbed, his thick cock leaking onto your tongue. You couldn't help but drag your tongue around his head to taste him. The salty precum coating your tongue as he pulls your head down his hard cock.

You can't help but gag when his tip unceremoniously pushes into the back of your throat, but he doesn't let up. He just lets out a guttural groan while you struggle to breathe around his cock. Then he pulls out about halfway giving you maybe a half second to take your breath before plunging it back down your throat this time making you take it to the base. Your nose filling with his musk each time he thrusts into your throat. Skullfucking you with reckless abandon, and moaning loudly while he loses himself in his pleasure. They left the door open, it doesn't matter if someone sees. No one is going to rescue you but you.

He slides completely out of your mouth and you finally catch your breath. Coughing as tears stream down your face he leans down and presses his lips to yours, invading your mouth with his tongue. The taste of whiskey still on his breath, the taste of his cock on yours. He reaches down and takes a swig off his wine pouch, then puts his thumb into your mouth forcing your jaw open. He starts to pour the contents of his pouch into your mouth.