Amanda Masturbates While Watching Cell 2

Amanda stared at the screen for cell two. She grabbed a breast and gasped and moaned quietly in pleasure.

She pulled the water bottle she had been fucking herself with for a moment to lick it, relishing her pussy juices and feeling refreshed by them touching upon her tongue.

It was the physical embodiment of her welcoming back into herself the same sexual energies the Idol was pooling into a reservoir. Amanda's thoughts helped the flow of the energies from the reservoir among those linked into it by contact with the water bottles. In turn as they grew more aroused they too helped fill the reservoir.

The Idol was using what little corruption it had to spin up the lust and desire here, making it so these souls would be so desperately horny they would gladly surrender their souls. Without the Idol doing anything more than using their own uncorrupted lusts and desires reflected back upon them, and each other.

Victoria wasn't happy. Her boyfriend was going to owe her huge for not just sending him up river.

She knew the game they were playing with her. Trying to intimidate her with threats of charges that likely couldn't stick, throwing her into a cell with a couple misdemeanors to further intimidate her by giving a taste of shared prison accommodations.

She could see right through it. Still, it made her nervous. Beyond that stuff there was the officer watching the cells. Police didn't wear skirts, nevermind skanky ones.

Then there was her conduct with the detective. It looked like something out of a strip club, or a porno.

Victoria took a swig of her water. It tasted odd. That didn't keep her from having already drunk half of it though.

She gripped the bottle tightly watching the girl leaning against the wall.

For some reason Victoria couldn't help but stare at the girls magnificent curves. She felt thirsty, increasingly thirsty. Gulping down her water she realized it wasn't actual thirst she was feeling, as she licked and bit her lips.

Eyes locked on the girl in white, her brown hair gorgeous and glossy, directed perfectly straight back into the high pony tail that hung perfectly centered down to beneath her shoulder blades. Her bare shoulders separated by a band of stretched fabric clinging tightly to the contours of her breasts above a toned stomach. When she shifted slightly the black arcs of her thong clinging tight hooked across her side, meeting with its mirror where they came together, tailing the whale tail that rose above her white skin tight pants.

Olivia couldn't believe this bullshit. Her big fun night out ruined. She had a stash of E to sell, that is until she figured out they had her marked.

The only saving grace she had was the storm grate she dumped everything down outside the club before the cops actually grabbed her.

She rattled the empty water bottle a bit, it appeared there was another sip in it. She could have sworn she emptied it twice already.

After throwing it back she glanced around. The new girl was staring at her biting a lip. Olivia didn't know why, but it aroused her.

Gripping her empty water bottle firmly she noticed it kept its form solidly, it didn't crumple like most empty water bottles, but instead seemed to compress and return to form almost like when you grab an ankle, or wrist.

The bottle felt smooth and warm, it's top half ridged before it hour glassed in, then flared back out to a spiral ridge pattern with bumps on it.

She danced her tongue around the bottles opening, it tasted like something had coated the plastic. That or this plastic tasted like no other other plastic or product to touch upon her tongue.

Olivia grinned as she watched the new girl react out of the corner of her eye.

Olivia felt her top shift, looking down she adjusted one side back up, impressed with how her hard nipples were protruding through the thin elastic fabric containing them. She loved showing off her contours.

Cupping a breast she hummed lewdly, running her tongue across the side of the bottle.

She wondered if the cop was watching the camera. How far could she get before the officer would interfere she wondered.

She looked straight at the light brown eyes of the new girl in the cell.

She could feel the girl wanted her. Feel that she was thirsty. She didn't wonder how or why, she just felt even more aroused.

She gazed at the girl passed out on the bench. Thoughts crossing her mind of teasing the girl by fooling around with the drunk.

The Idol relished the sexual energies it was pooling here, soon it would be time to absorb them and feed upon the spirits that stirred it up. Empowering it exponentially with the sexual tension.
Amanda came once more, but it was still not enough. She stared at the screens, **** for some other echo of her arousal, some sign that she wasn't the only one going mad with sexual desires.