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hong314 · 12-17-2012, 11:52 PM

This was a game that Joey had invented that ultimately broke Vicky. "Turning tricks" as Joey affectionately called it, Officer "Tits" Tsilker was forced to slowly make her way across each cell door in the painful 7 inch heels , with each inmate given a metal hook so as to try and loop it around on the many metal rings around her collar. Once hooked, "Tits" would be invariably dragged to the cell where the lucky inmates would be allowed to ravish her body however they wish so long as it was not in the vagina or ass. The first few times were a messy affairs, with Vicky getting hooked once every 5 rounds at best ... not that Vicky escaped the affairs unscathed. Vindictive or frustrated cell mates would take to hooking parts of her clothes instead, shredding large portions of whatever fetish dress the officers made her wear during the time. Most times her clothes were so shredded that they barely covered any of her by the time she reached the end of the block and the guards, aroused by her new dress and weakened state would take to gangbanging her on the spot. After a while though, the game became refined, much to Joey's delight as both parties, the Joey and the inmates, began to learn how to maximize their chances of hooking Officer Tsilker. Joey took to anally violating her before each "trick", so as to disorient and weaken her... sometimes the rapes were so effective that she would fall over unconscious in the middle of her walks, much to the delight of the inmates closest to her, who would reel her in and violate her for hours until she awoke, mouth burning with cum, tits sticky with sweat and jizz. The inmates, for their part, also became more skilled and coordinated as well. They knew to hook loose pieces of clothing in an effort to get her tangled and slow her down, making the act of hooking easier. They also learned to position her so that once one cell was done with her, she could easily be hooked and passed along from cell to cell, "chain raping" as they loved to put it. With this level of sophistication that it was no surprise that in one short month, the number of hookings went to almost 90% and Vicky soon found her will broken and shattered forever.

Tonight was no exception to the rule as "Tits" Tsilker slowly began to make her rounds, trying to keep a steady pace in the monster 7 inch heels that made her feel more like a whore than any other article of clothing she wore, blood and cum dripping down her leg from the fresh acts of violation Joey and his friends visited upon her for "good luck". Though resigned to her fate, a little part deep down in her, the part that still knew her first name was Victoria and not "Tits", prayed that she would be hooked near the end so as to prevent as much "chaining" as possible. Ann even deeper part of her hoped beyond all hope that she might be lucky and escape the hookings this night, and only have to deal the "congratulatory" gangbang that came after her walk regardless of her present state. Those prayers were dashed short as a skilled hook caught one of the shoulder straps to her uniform and in the time it took to undo the hook, two more hooks found to the rings around her collar. The entire jail erupted in jeers and cheers as Vicky shuddered in revulsion, she had been caught be the first cell, it meant a "grandslam" as they called it. As her eyes glazed over in defeat, she counted number of cells she would have to service tonight, 20 cells ... 80 people who would shout abuse at her while forcing their meat rode into her mouth and hair. 80 people not counting the police guards that would inevitably gangbang her at the end as well. As the final flame of defiance extinguished as she remembered the final rule Joey implemented not one week ago... that a "grandslam" would mean that she would have to spend the night in the cell with those inmates, where they were allowed to violate her in any way possible, so long as they didn't touch her ass. As she was finally dragged to the cell bars, Vicky remembered the repulsion that ran down her spine when Joey explained it to her after her anal violation, the hope that she wouldn't have to face that day but also the knowledge deep down that it was only a matter of time because it would happen. The men of cell 1 were lean and lustful as ever, having missed out on a months worth of hooking and chains, Vicky knew they would maximize every minute they had with her tonight.

"I've been saving up my load for a month just to make you swallow it 'Tits'" said a heavily tatooed gang member as he pulled out how rock hard 8 inch cock. "Yes master, I've missed the warmth of your cock for too long" Vicky replied as she shuddered in revulsion one last time before getting on her knees... an obedient whore ready to obey.

12-17-2012, 11:52 PM	#5
hong314 Member Join Date: Sep 2007 Posts: 31 Reputation: 1761	This was a game that Joey had invented that ultimately broke Vicky. "Turning tricks" as Joey affectionately called it, Officer "Tits" Tsilker was forced to slowly make her way across each cell door in the painful 7 inch heels , with each inmate given a metal hook so as to try and loop it around on the many metal rings around her collar. Once hooked, "Tits" would be invariably dragged to the cell where the lucky inmates would be allowed to ravish her body however they wish so long as it was not in the vagina or ass. The first few times were a messy affairs, with Vicky getting hooked once every 5 rounds at best ... not that Vicky escaped the affairs unscathed. Vindictive or frustrated cell mates would take to hooking parts of her clothes instead, shredding large portions of whatever fetish dress the officers made her wear during the time. Most times her clothes were so shredded that they barely covered any of her by the time she reached the end of the block and the guards, aroused by her new dress and weakened state would take to gangbanging her on the spot. After a while though, the game became refined, much to Joey's delight as both parties, the Joey and the inmates, began to learn how to maximize their chances of hooking Officer Tsilker. Joey took to anally violating her before each "trick", so as to disorient and weaken her... sometimes the rapes were so effective that she would fall over unconscious in the middle of her walks, much to the delight of the inmates closest to her, who would reel her in and violate her for hours until she awoke, mouth burning with cum, tits sticky with sweat and jizz. The inmates, for their part, also became more skilled and coordinated as well. They knew to hook loose pieces of clothing in an effort to get her tangled and slow her down, making the act of hooking easier. They also learned to position her so that once one cell was done with her, she could easily be hooked and passed along from cell to cell, "chain raping" as they loved to put it. With this level of sophistication that it was no surprise that in one short month, the number of hookings went to almost 90% and Vicky soon found her will broken and shattered forever. Tonight was no exception to the rule as "Tits" Tsilker slowly began to make her rounds, trying to keep a steady pace in the monster 7 inch heels that made her feel more like a whore than any other article of clothing she wore, blood and cum dripping down her leg from the fresh acts of violation Joey and his friends visited upon her for "good luck". Though resigned to her fate, a little part deep down in her, the part that still knew her first name was Victoria and not "Tits", prayed that she would be hooked near the end so as to prevent as much "chaining" as possible. Ann even deeper part of her hoped beyond all hope that she might be lucky and escape the hookings this night, and only have to deal the "congratulatory" gangbang that came after her walk regardless of her present state. Those prayers were dashed short as a skilled hook caught one of the shoulder straps to her uniform and in the time it took to undo the hook, two more hooks found to the rings around her collar. The entire jail erupted in jeers and cheers as Vicky shuddered in revulsion, she had been caught be the first cell, it meant a "grandslam" as they called it. As her eyes glazed over in defeat, she counted number of cells she would have to service tonight, 20 cells ... 80 people who would shout abuse at her while forcing their meat rode into her mouth and hair. 80 people not counting the police guards that would inevitably gangbang her at the end as well. As the final flame of defiance extinguished as she remembered the final rule Joey implemented not one week ago... that a "grandslam" would mean that she would have to spend the night in the cell with those inmates, where they were allowed to violate her in any way possible, so long as they didn't touch her ass. As she was finally dragged to the cell bars, Vicky remembered the repulsion that ran down her spine when Joey explained it to her after her anal violation, the hope that she wouldn't have to face that day but also the knowledge deep down that it was only a matter of time because it would happen. The men of cell 1 were lean and lustful as ever, having missed out on a months worth of hooking and chains, Vicky knew they would maximize every minute they had with her tonight. "I've been saving up my load for a month just to make you swallow it 'Tits'" said a heavily tatooed gang member as he pulled out how rock hard 8 inch cock. "Yes master, I've missed the warmth of your cock for too long" Vicky replied as she shuddered in revulsion one last time before getting on her knees... an obedient whore ready to obey.