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When they left the prison that would house her during the trial, Sylvie fidgeted as she went out into the courtyard. Trying to escape, she fell to the ground, forgetting her restraints, to the mocking laughter of the two guards.

The first one picked her up by the hair. She flailed, screamed in pain and despair, and slapped her.

• Listen, calm down, or I'll drag you by the hair all over the courtyard.

Sylvie stood up, nodding her head. The guard continued to hold her by the hair so she could pass through the first security gate into the search room.

• You, my dear, for rebelling, you'll feel it.

The two guards began to search her meticulously. The one who had threatened her took out a gynecological glove, which he pulled up to his elbow with a cruel smile. Sylvie curled up in a corner of the room.

• No, no, not that. They already searched me in the USA.
• So you think we're going to be satisfied with what you say? His partner grabbed her to immobilize her.
• The more you move, the more painful it will be.

Sylvie froze. She saw the gloved hand approach her anus; a finger, then another, pushed in without any hesitation or consideration. She moaned, but when the hand entered, she began to scream. Her anus muscles had never been so tense. She had lied about the search in the USA.

She felt that hand search her shamelessly, thoroughly. She was completely devastated by this inspection, and yet she was delighted; her fantasy was coming true.

• Look, she's wet as a whore, okay, we'll search her differently.

The guard opened his pants, his penis darting towards her. She said weakly, but her lack of conviction amused them.

"No, please, don't **** me, you have no right."

She gasped when the first man's penis plunged cruelly into her.

• Here, you belong to us, you're nothing.

He thrust in and out of her with merciless thrusts. She felt her intimate walls being brutalized. There was no gentleness. She was nothing more to them than a sexual object. Taking turns, they relieved themselves inside her, leaving her on the ground for a moment while they straightened their uniforms. They looked at her for a moment, her penis leaking their sperm. Her body was covered in the earth where she had fallen in the courtyard.

• You're really dirty, we're going to put you through the showers, you'll like it.

They picked her up and dragged her to a tiled room where showers were attached to the wall. They tied her to the ceiling, and with a spreader bar, the most sadistic took a jet of water and set it to maximum power. The cold water spurted violently, hitting Sylvie's breasts. She screamed, trying to escape the liquid ****, which almost felt like an uninterrupted punch.

The guard sadistically moved the water along Sylvie's body, adjusting it just enough so as not to leave a mark, but ignoring his prisoner's pleas, he deliberately aimed at Sylvie's sex, which she couldn't move, unable to escape. Yet, the jet hit her vagina, hitting her clitoris, swelling under the pressure and also with masochistic pleasure.

Not a single corner of her body was spared. After placing her on the floor, they installed jets all around her body, but the worst was between her legs, jets that attacked her vagina and clitoris. Laughing, they left the room and left her after admiring the spectacle as well as Sylvie's screams and pleas.

• Have fun, you'll feel the spring cleaning, said the last one, laughing.

She remembered the stimulations brought her to orgasm three times without giving her a break, but she quickly lost count.

She was about to lose consciousness from the merciless pounding of the jets. When a nurse entered, she cursed and stopped the session, followed by a doctor who found the scene pleasant and amusing.

These guards are truly imaginative; they invented the automatic washing machine for prisoners. The nurse rolled her eyes as Sylvie fell into unconsciousness, exhausted by pain and orgasms.