"What?..."
"Obviously not. Let me educate you. A man can hold about three shots' worth of sperm in his balls. Any more than that sort of overflows... The body reabsorbs some of the excess sperm, but men who don't experience release can experience discomfort. I'm sure you've heard the term 'blue balls' before? Doesn't matter. Some believe this excess sperm can cause discomfort and can lead to aggression and hypertension. And let's face it, a man is at his most girly right after blasting a loud. Almost docile."
Fiona listened in horror, barely comprehending what was being said. Her whole chest froze, however, when she watched the warden pull a switchblade from a pocket. With a flick, there was a long, wicked blade. She watched as he leaned forward and slid it under the center gore of her bra. The tiny bridge was the only thing holding the cups together.
He yanked back, and the bra loosened around her. Her breath could only be drawn in with short, stuttering gasps as the blade moved under one cup and flicked. The cup revealed a tit pressed against her chest by gravity. The men holding her down seemed to appreciate the warden's action a great deal. They all grunted and groaned in approval. The motion was repeated on her other breast, leaving her bare-chested under the gaze of the four men. Fiona was just happy not to have been cut.
As the knife point dragged down her stomach, Cole continued, "I've discovered that men without release are difficult at best to control, let alone contain. Most in here will... use any port in the storm... if you catch my drift. But they are most content and thus docile when a healthy dose of female hormones accompanies their release. Coat a man's cock in cunt juice as it were."
The blade slid along her belly, tracing the edge of her panties. She wanted to cry out for help, but who would come to her aid? She could only watch, shuddering in fear, as the sharp point travelled along her delicate skin. Finally, the blade slipped under the side wing, the thin strip of fabric connecting the back and front of her panties just over the hip. She knew what was coming next and wanted to bury her face in shame. Held spread-eagle, she could do nothing as the fabric parted easily. Before she could say anything, the warden did the same to the other side. Her pussy lay covered in lace held in place only by gravity.
"To make a long story short, I found that giving the prisoners release made them much easier to deal with while locked up. Sure, we tried it with whores, but when one gets used a little harder than they like, or slapped around too much, they start bitching and moaning to the authorities. I found, that having a cunt they can just use to hearts content without all that bother of bitching really was the perfect solution."
Cole set the knife down on the desk next to her hip. Fiona was relieved but only for a moment as he suddenly grabbed the ribbons of her panties and yanked them away. She cried out as the men laughed at her, all except Cole. He just continued looking at her with those hard eyes, giving her a lesson in prison etiquette.
As she quaked, she watched Cole unfasten and drop his pants. He wasted no time and grabbing his cock and pressing it against her. She could feel its length burning along her lips, his thighs pressed hard up into hers.
"Please..." she begged and was surprised to find that there were indeed some tears left.
"Don't worry Miss Driscoll, there's plenty of cock here. Several hundred, in fact, and you will sample each and every one of them." Cole said. He ground against her, and she could feel him getting hard with each thrust against her. He gripped himself like a spear and she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her. She pulled, trying to crawl away, but there was no yield.
"Trustees..." Cole said. Each one leaned down and spat on her. She'd never had a man spit on her pussy before, the act shocked her and she could only blink back tears as each did it in turn. She knew what was about to happen. She knew these men, including Cole, would not be gentle. The next few hours were going to hurt.
Once they were finished spitting Cole ground his cock against her again. This time, she could feel him sliding around easily on her lips. She wanted to beg again, do anything to make this not happen.
Cole gripped and positioned himself against her. She tensed. And he shoved himself in. As she cried, they laughed at her. She was nothing. Nothing but meat to them. A hole for release.
As Cole hammered away roughly inside her she realized, yes, yes indeed, she would be very happy right now sucking the judge's cock.
