LR Day X - Riley the prisoner

You can't keep track of time in the cell. You rest and recover... and they give you food that is pretty good for prison food... but you are on your own for a long time.

Eventually, the tall, thin Irish lady, Moira, comes to see you. You don't resist when she tells you to take off your clothes and sit on the bed. She kneels in front of you and puts her hands on your penis... her hands are cold and her fingers are freakishly long... but you get hard because that is just what happens when someone touches you.

When you are at full size, she attaches a monitor to your penis and stands up. She has a tablet, and she shows you a series of pictures on it...

First a hot, naked man in the act of masturbating.

Second, a woman lying on a bed with her legs spread...

Third, a woman performing fellatio.

Fourth, a woman in a bikini.

Fifth, a man in normal clothes...

Sixth, a woman with semen dripping down her chin.

Seventh, a close-up of a hard penis halfway buried in a woman's ass.

Eighth, two women kissing.

Ninth, a pair of huge breasts in a lacy bra.

Tenth, a woman's hands, gripping a man's bare back.

Moira stops showing you pictures. Your cock twitches, and a bead of precum stands on the tip.

"How many times do you ejaculate in a typical day?" Moira asks.

"Two or three times," you say. "When can I leave?"

"Soon," Moira says, writing on her tablet. "I notice you have not touched yourself here."

"I know you're watching."

"True," she admits. "If you do touch yourself, do you touch the penis or the vagina?"

You don't like this.

"Penis," you say.

"Why?"

You don't know. You never thought about it... your penis just seems needier, that's all.

"The penis needs it more," you tell her.

"Interesting. How old were you when you first experienced orgasm with the penis?"

"I don't know. I remember it, but I don't know how old I was." You really don't like this woman.

"What happened?" she asks.

"I was in bed. I got hard, and it felt good... I humped the bed, I guess," you admit.

"Would you demonstrate that for me?"

"No," you say. "Fuck you."

Moira seems OK with that answer... "And did you ejaculate? Or was the orgasm dry?"

"Dry," you say. "I was in eighth grade and I started waking up with... you know. A mess." She was going to ask, so you just tell her before she does.

"Excellent. Excellent," Moira says. "Have you had penetrative sex with the opposite sex?"

"No! Like any guy wants to fuck me when I have this," you say, pointing at your erection. You think of yourself as gay because you always think about girls... you don't actually hate the idea of having sex with a guy, but you just like girls way, way more. So why waste time on guys?

"You might be surprised," Moira says as she takes more notes. "That is a no? You have not had a sexual encounter that might result in pregnancy?"

"No! And I'm a girl. I can't get anyone pregnant."

"Yes. You are sterile, but you do appear to be fertile." She points at your belly.

"Why are you asking me all this?"

Moira turns the tablet around. There are two pictures: one of a hard penis, and one showing between a woman's legs: her pussy is shaved, and a bit red and damp with arousal.

"If you were going to stimulate yourself here and now, which picture would you prefer to have?" she asks you.

[ This answer will have consequences ]