Tease

Something clicked in her mischevious teenaged mind. If her father **** her to be on this damned boat, she would make his life a living Hell for the rest of the month; and the best way to do that was to turn a hull full of mumbling crazies into a ship full of raving pyschopaths. She stepped forward just a little more and spread her legs slightly.

His cock slid between her thighs, the thinness of the yoga pants transferring its heat to her smooth skin beneath. She shuddered as she felt the top length of it pressing against her sex as he ground back and forth. The bars were too narrow for him to reach through, but his fingertips stabbed out, yearningly, as he grunted. Mina closed her eyes and pressed her breasts forward, allowing only the very tips of his fingers to brush her smooth flesh. He went wild, sliding his cock in and out of the smooth triangle as hard and fast as he could. He gritted his teeth as a low moan escaped Mina's lips.

And then, she pulled away. "Wha..What!? NO!" he yelled as she grinned wickedly while stepping backward. She bit her index finger and giggled as the sweat on his grimacing face was frantically wiped off. "C'mon, you bitch! I was getting close! FUCK!" he screamed, slamming his hand hard on the bars. He was still screaming as she walked down the hallway. The quiet ones were looking around now in their **** stupors, trying to find out what was going on.

One of them was up, staring wide eyed at her as she walked by. He was amazingly tall and unnaturally pale, with long, slender fingers sticking between the bars. Mina stared into his cold eyes, and stopped. "Hi." she said with a grin. He just stared statue like. "So what are you in here for?" she asked in her purring British accent. The other one was still raving down the hallway, and now others were joining him.

"Well, nice talking to you." she said, and moved on. It didn't take her long to find the next one. She looked into a darkened cell and saw a very thin figure huddled in the back corner frantically scanning the walls for whatever his diseased mind was looking for. "Hello." she said, standing in front of the cell with her arms behind her back and her head cocked to one side.

The speed at which he was at the bars was amazing. His wild, bloodshot eyes and scraggly beard only made the three long scars on his face that much more shocking. He was amazingly thin for his height, but every inch of him was covered with wiry muscle and skin that was marked with what looked like cigarette burns.

He dropped down to waist height, sniffed, and then back up to eye level. "You smell like the last one I had. The one that did this to me!" he said through gritted teeth and touching his scars. "Come here!" he yelled.

Mina bit her lip seductively as she twirled her hair. This guy was really out of it. She was sure that once she got him going, the noise would attract the gaurd, who would have to tell her father; and then his whole day would be spent trying to quiet down 30 or more ranting psychos. "Okay." she said, and stepped forward.