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[hotaks]

Dear Diary,

So I have been doing what I can to enjoy myself. I'm still in my probationary period so I can't do too much. Today I pushed the boundaries by wearing a white shirt and a black bra. Then at lunch I deliberately spilled water all over my top. I made sure it was at the end of lunch and that I had left my blazer back in my office on the other side of the prison. There was practically a riot as I walked slowly and calmly across the wings, letting the prisoners drink in my black bra perfectly contoured by my dripping wet white shirt clinging to my ample curves.

I have made sure to be a stern figure, not aggressive but not to be taken advantage of. Above their league by an order of magnitude. That only makes them want me more and I can feel the eyes and hear the licking of lips as I move around my domain.

Jacqueline

Xxx

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Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I last wrote in you as I had been playing it safe until I was confirmed in the post. However today the stars have aligned. Not only is my probationary period over, but one of higher ups is having a party. What this means is at the end of work today, I get to walk across the wing in my party outfit. I've chosen a tight red top that buttons at the front, meaning any prisoner who gets at the right angle will be able to see in the bulging gaps between the buttons. I will also be wearing a short black skirt, a skirt I know is a bit short already, however I decided that just for the walk across the wing I will also use the old schoolgirl trick of twisting the waistline to make it that bit shorter and more inviting. I of course will be wearing high heels and make-up. The real danger is that I will be so horny I won't make it to the party at all.

Wish me luck.

Jacqueline

Xxx

...

 

[hotaks]

Dear Diary,

Last night went even better than planned. As I walked across the wings in my outfit the lewd comments were coming thick and fast, the loud knocking of my high heels turned eyes and my thigh length skirt kept them on me, at one point I even caught a prisoner with his dick in his hands, unashamedly jerking off to my sultry appearance. I had to discipline him of course and all that did was rile up the tigers.

I went to the party, I kept a buzz going with all the attention I was getting from old men in suits, but there was no danger, no animalistic desire to pounce and devour their prey. But part way through the party I got word there had been a fight on cellblock C, it wasn't large enough to be a riot but it was enough to demand my presence.

As I returned to the prison I saw my opportunity, I decided to act a bit drunker than I was. Let the prisoners see the peak of the mountain so to speak. All eyes were on me looking a bit worse for wear, if it wasn't for the lockdown and the riot suppression unit they would have had me right there. At one point, in full view of all prisoners, I decided to "take off these uncomfortable shoes." bending over in front of them and catching their gaze between my legs remains my best memory of the night.

And the best news is that in the fight the CCTV in cellblock C was destroyed. Meaning that until it is fixed, there is a whole cellblock I can tease with no proof.

Jacqueline

Xxx

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Dear Diary,

It keeps getting better, we are short staffed and so I had to do a night shift on the wings. There was only one other guard on duty and policy dictates that there should be one person in the security booth at all times so they can call for backup if the panic alarm is triggered. This meant I got to wander the prison during lights out on my own.

Now during lights out the only light entering the building is my torch. Without that it is pitch darkness, and shone into a prisoners eyes they cannot see anything but light. On top of that the CCTV in cellblock C is still down. So last night, I went to do a walk around, and as I entered cellblock C I ducked to one side, out of sight of the cameras and the prisoners I took off my shoes, my top and my skirt. Wearing just my underwear I walked in front of the cages, my hands shaking with excitement. Before I was a piece of meat, but now I had just seasoned myself and no prisoners were the wiser.

But that was not enough for me, I wanted them to see me, I wanted to feel their eyes on my flesh. So I did something really stupid. I went to the end of the wing, to a part of the corridor I knew could be seen by a single cell, and I shined my torch into the cell. Two prisoners groggily woke up and I whispered to them that if they made a sound they would be spending the rest of the week in solitary. Then I slowly turned my torch away from their eyes and towards my body.

I couldn't see them but I knew they could see me, and the sound of rustling in the cell confirmed that they had overcome their confusion and were quickly pleasuring themselves while they had the chance. I stroked the length of my body and then my nerves got the better of me. I squeaked out something about how nobody would ever believe them and retreated back to my clothes by the entrance.

I spent the next 5 minutes in the toilets giving myself the wildest orgasm I had ever had.

Jacqueline.

Xxxxx

...

 

[hotaks]

Dear Diary,

Tonight I really pushed my limits, even I feel I went too far.

Once again it was skeleton staff after lockdown, one guard manning the communication tower and me doing the rounds, and would you believe it the CCTV in cellblock C still isn't fixed. (It's almost as is the warden in charge of ordering its replacement is dragging her feet and blaming budget cuts.)

So once again I decide to go to cellblock C. Only this time I leave all my clothes at the doorway. The thrill sent shivers up my body with each step, I grasped my breasts and felt my skin up and down as I wandered among the carnivores. My pussy was streaming knowing what I wanted to do next. I went to the cell at the end of the corridor, the one perfectly placed for a private show, and once again shone my torch through the bars.

The prisoners inside remembered last time, and were up and ready quicker than before. Only this time I rolled the torch under the bars, letting them hold it. They shone the light up and down my body, the sound of rustling clothes rung in my ears. I then got closer to the cage, and lay down in front of it. My hand began working furiously between my legs until what I dreamed of happening happened, all of us climaxing at once, their seed leaping through the bars and clinging to the body beyond their grasp.

I asked for the torch back, wiped myself down with some wet wipes I had prepared and snuck away.

God I feel so great

Jacqueline.

XxXxXxX

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Dear diary,

Today the beasts got more dangerous.

So everyone at work thinks I am a great manager and team player for all the night shifts I volunteered for. I've been occasionally indulging my routine of giving a show to the cell at the end of the corridor. Well yesterday I was planning my latest display, I have some lacy black and red lingerie, with a tight lace up thong that can be worn under suspenders while still allowing me to peel them off in a naughty way.

So I was walking to my chosen cell wearing nothing but my sexy lingerie, and I did my usual routine of waking the two prisoners using my torch. Suddenly a light emerged from their cell that wasn't mine. The bastards had snuck in a camera phone. I instinctively responded that the phone was contraband but they just laughed and showed me the picture they had just taken of me.

Now they were in control.

They told me that if I didn't want the photograph getting out. I was to turn on the lights in cellblock C and perform whatever I was about to perform for them to the whole block. My stomach practically fell through the floor. I was about to submit myself to the lusting beasts, but deep down it felt like something I was looking forward to. They would still be in their cages, ravenous but contained and I would be the delicate meat, my sexual essence causing their blood to boil.

I could barely stand as I walked over to the light switches. I pulled the big handle and light flooded the wing. I then went and stood in as close to the centre as I could, giving as many of the prisoners as possible the view of their lives. As the cat calling and the animalistic yelling grew, I knew what I needed to do next. Slowly and sensually I began to sway, an alluring (albeit clumsy) dance began to drive them wild with desire. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the ground, as the wall of cheers and jeers grew I faced away from the cells, bent over, and pulled the lace on the side of my thong. It was so wet it took some time and encouragement to peel it away from my legs while I spread my throbbing pussy for the pleasure of the prisoners.

In a fog of horniness I crawled on all fours in front of the cells, one by one taking the seed of the inmates until I was covered in their virility, my hand working overtime to satisfy my pulsating sex.

While I wiped myself down the prisoner with the camera phone made sure to show me all the video footage he had taken. He then told me that I should have another performance ready by the end of next week or the footage is going on the internet.

I'm looking forward to it.

Jacqueline.

XXXXX

...

 

[hotaks]

Dear Diary.

So tonight I got myself an even better plan. I got myself booked onto another night shift, the rest of the staff were barely through the exit when I began my rounds and headed straight to cell block C.

When I got there I turned on the lights and the predators were already waiting, their eyes hungrily followed me. I walked up to a cell in the middle of the row and put down my bag. I then stripped off my clothes one by one, allowing the prisoners to gain my scent and to begin the frenzy. Next I took out of my bag four cable ties, with the help of the people in the cell I tied my legs to the bars far apart and one wrist far to the left. With my remaining hand I reached into the bag and picked out the master key to all the cells. I handed them to the prisoners in the cell I was tied to and told them to release everyone on cellblock C, before tying my final wrist to the bars.

I was now trapped prey, the tigers had been released from their confines and circled me hungrily. They looked into my bag and found the treasure trove I had prepared for them. Every kind of sex toy I could find, I had visited an erotica shop and practically bought them out. Every size of dildo imaginable, nipple and clit clamps, collars, gags and everything in-between. I had even left in a selection of pens so the prisoners could mark me as their property.

The prisoners released everyone on the wing and soon the feeding frenzy commenced.

The most sadistic prisoners pushed their way to the front. The alphas. They weren't looking for self-gratification they were looking to show their dominance over me, and by feeding first show their dominance over the other predators.

The first thing they did was to pick up the gag and throw it away. They told me they wanted to hear me scream and by god I wanted to scream for them. While some of them got to work covering my front in graffiti, a couple of the others entered the cell with the largest plug I had and slowly worked it into me. It was very painful without lubricant and my screams just encouraged them. Meanwhile the clamps made their way on to my exposed nipples and were brutally pulled. When I opened my mouth to scream a prisoner pressed his face against mine, his tongue darting down my throat.

The graffiti artist had written all kinds of degrading things and drawn the dirtiest pictures all over my flesh, as he began to move up to my face he was stopped by the prisoner who just kissed me. He was clearly in charge.

"Nothing on the face." He said. "If this bitch isn't found out this could become a long term arrangement." Feeling my body up and down, this alpha male roared the others into submission. He even convinced them that once they were done everyone would go back to their cells. This was the Apex predator, he was the one in charge now.

He turned to me and started squeezing my breasts with all his strength, causing my eyes to bulge with pain.

"Beg me to fuck you and I won't squeeze your tits until they explode." He stated, whipping out his huge erect penis. With my hands tied to vertical bars I could still bend down. I licked his erection, looked into his eyes and pleaded.

"Please master, please fuck this horny bitch, I want your cock so badly."

It wasn't a lie.

I lost track of time while the prisoners feasted on my body. I was bent as far forward and my arms could manage and one at a time they would fill me from behind. Having been kept in a cage for so long they were rabid, I was grabbed, squeezed and even bitten with all the ferocity they could manage. Every time one finished with me they would sign their name on my ass, a reminder of every man who for a moment owned my pussy.

Eventually the alpha called time on the feeding frenzy, claiming that if I were gone for too long the other guards would get suspicious. The others were clearly disappointed but nobody dare step up to the alpha. He announced that there would be one more photograph to commemorate the night.

I have no idea how they snuck a bowl out of the canteen, or when they had placed under my ravished pussy, but the bowl was now full of all the juices that had dripped out of me while the prisoners had had their way with me. The alpha grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, commanding me to open my mouth. The contents of the bowl filled my mouth, trickling over my lips and running down my degraded body, christening me with the predators seed churned up in my vandalised pussy.

I asked them to email me the picture they took and it is now the screensaver on my phone.

Jacqueline

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

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[hotaks]

Dear Diary

The CCTV for cellblock C is now back up and running. I could only drag my feet for so long and now I can't do my late night fantasies any more.

I explained the situation to the alpha of Cellblock C and he understood. I promised him I was working on something big and the look in my eyes sold him on the idea of patience.

He didn't back down to nothing though, he said that if I didn't want my pictures put online there were some things I would need to do. He went down the list of demands, setting up a new symbiotic relationship between predator and prey.

I am no longer allowed to wear underwear.

I am banned from wearing trousers, I must wear skirts or dresses that end above the knee.

All blouses or dresses I wear must button up from the front, and be one size smaller than my current size.

Makeup is now mandatory.

On Sundays I am to wear a remote control vibrating female chastity belt that the prisoners will hold the remote for.

In exchange for this I asked the alpha to spread the word. I had something big planned for Christmas, but he had to get the whole prison on board with similar rules to what happened "that night."

I've got work to do.

Jacqueline

X

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Dear diary,

So my new attire has definitely turned heads. I started getting glances, and I can see the alpha talking with all the gangs in the prison, especially on Sunday's when he can give a demonstration of the control he has over me.

Someone on staff complained to the higher ups about my outfits, but they don't care as my body has bought this prison a dramatic fall in violent incidents.

It is a week to Christmas and I can't wait. My bag is already packed and the alpha says he has everyone on board.

I'm ready for my final act of sacrifice. Soon the beasts will feed on me.

Jacqueline

x

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Dear diary,

I have entered a new chapter of my life. Here's how it happened.

I had been planning this for a long time. I was in charge of scheduling for cover for Christmas. Through some creative management of staff and an invented security agency I was able to secure it so that from Christmas Eve until New Year's Day I was the only guard on duty at the prison. I would be all alone with nobody to save me from the carnivores.

At 6am I relieved the previous shift, took in the sights and began my plan.

I started by "accidentally" turning off the CCTV cameras.

Next I stripped down to my bare flesh, my naked quivering body exposed for all to see. Then I left the warden's office and took a walk among the caged animals. Immediately the whole prison came to life. There was yelling and grasping but I remained just out of their reach. Taunting the animals into a frenzy.

I walked over to the alpha's cage, and passed two keys through the bars. One was the master key to release the beasts, the other was the key to the handcuffs currently in my bag. I told him to wait 5 minutes and then release everyone and lead them to the rec yard.

What I sight I must have been, the prowling predators released into the glaring sun to see their prey handcuffed naked to a lamp post. A bag of extreme treasures in front of her. My eyes grew wide with delight and fear as they unpacked my bag.

• Some rope, cable ties, duct tape, chains and padlocks with keys.

• An even more extreme array of dildos, vibraters and buttplugs.

• A video camera

• Some remote control electro shock pads.

• Hair clippers, razors and shaving foam.

• A piercing gun with a variety of rings.

• A tattoo gun.

• This diary.

While my bag was unpacked the remaining prisoners circled in hunger. I could see the whites of their eyes and the points of their teeth. The feast was about to begin.

 

[hotaks]

The alpha moved to the front of the crowd and talked to a couple of other prisoners. Clearly he had organised a hierarchy. He leaned in closely and asked how long they had me for. I told him the next shift would arrive at midday on New Year's Day. He licked his lips with the prospect of eight days to do whatever he wanted with me.

"Alright listen up!" He announced to the crowd, "The prison and this whore belong to us for eight days. That's plenty of time for everyone to have a little fun. But for now we need to let the warden know her place, we need to prepare her body." The discussions that followed made my pussy tingle in anticipation, I was to be prepared like a slab of meat. The best graffiti artists among them decided how they we're going to leave their mark, while the alpha got to work shaving my head.

There shouldn't be fur on the meat.

While he shaved me another prisoner got their hands on the piercing gun. Jets of pain flashed through my body as my nipples, clit, belly button and nose were all accessorised with rings.

Eventually the artists got to work. The Alpha had informed them that my face was to be left alone. So they started with the words "prison bitch" in big stylish letters across my stomach, spiralling out into an orgy of sexual images leaving the beholder in no doubt that I was a piece of sex meat. My skin burned in agony but that didn't stop my pussy streaming with lust.

All the while I heard the words I wrote in here read out to the assembled crowd. My innermost desires and feelings became as exposed as my flesh.

After a while the tattoo artists stopped. They said they had big plans but wanted to spread it out over days so I wouldn't pass out. It was then that the alpha unlocked my handcuffs and dragged me into the centre of the yard, forcing me onto my hands and knees.

"Well then, I think it's time we all showed this horny bitch who's in charge and who's the meat don't you." The prisoners all nodded in agreement. "So how about this, you are not allowed food until every single prisoner here has cum inside every one of your holes." The swirling mass of testosterone filled my head with sick thoughts that drowned out the small voice wishing I had eaten a larger breakfast this morning.

It took all day, life in the prison fell into a routine of either relaxing or fucking me. I had all three holes stuffed with cock for hours on end, my whole day became a haze of orgasms and pain.

Eventually, night fell. But the pace didn't slow. The prisoners gradually moved inside to evade the cold night air and once the last one had finished fucking me I slowly walked inside too. My holes were burning and my jaw was locking up, I felt truly ravished.

Once I got inside I approached the alpha, eager to hear his plans for me. He said he had some ideas by for now it was my bedtime. With shock I saw he was holding the huge keyring from the staff room, he hadn't just unlocked the cells he had unlocked the whole prison. He grabbed me by the nipples and dragged me towards the exit. A gang of the prisoners in tow to watch my latest humiliation. Eventually he dragged me out into our reception area.

The reception area was colloquially known as the greenhouse, the designer of the prison had figured that in the event of visitor violence having an exposed waiting room visible to the whole car park would allow the police to assess the situation easily. Although there weren't scheduled to be any visitors over Christmas, it would only take one person making a wrong turn or a family member to not get the message and I would be exposed and nothing would stop word from spreading.

The alpha took me to right on the outside edge of the room and pushed me against an old scaffolding pole that made up part of the structure. He pulled my breasts either side of the pole then padlocked my nipple piercings together, forcing me to tit fuck the pole.

"Now you're going to spend the night here, we'll leave all the lights on so you can write in your diary about what a content piece of meat you are, meanwhile we'll explore what we have around and will get back to you in the morning."

I asked him about food and he replied.

"You haven't had everyone in all your holes yet, by my estimate you're about half way there."

Hungry, horny and in pain, this is going to be a long night.

Jacqueline

...

 

[hotaks]

Dear diary

I did not sleep much last night. Not only could I not get a good sleeping position with my tits wrapped around the scaffolding pole. Every time I felt myself drifting off a couple of prisoners would arrive for a midnight snack.

I spent Christmas day getting fucked all day again. The tattoo artists expanded their work up to my breasts, covering more of my skin with lewd images and insults. Weirdly enough for Christmas it was fairly anticlimactic.

By the end of the day the alpha confirmed that every prisoner there had fucked me in every hole and I was finally allowed to eat. The leftovers from the prisoners canteen lunch was placed in front of me. Before I could begin to eat Alpha grabbed me and with glee handcuffed my hands behind my back, knowing this would force me to eat with my face like a dog. He then made a point of telling me that "Christmas dinner is nothing without gravy."

I had no idea when they had collected so much fluid but it was familiar to me, it was sex juices, a whole bucket collected over the previous two days. With a malevolent grin alpha poured a heaping sticky layer of it on my food, before placing his foot on the back of my head and forcing my face into the mix.

I wasn't able to write in my diary that night as they ran a chain through my clit piercing and padlocked my pussy to the shower. Any time I found a position to sleep in, one of the predators would show their dominance by turning on the shower. I cannot describe the sensation of being showered with cold water while the vibrations of the water running through the pipe are delivered directly to my clit. Needless to say it wasn't helpful for a good night's sleep.

The next day I was woken up nice and early. I was told that everyone was asking for me to nip to the shops to get cigarettes and booze. When I went to the staff room to pick up my clothes they were no longer there. I told Alpha I couldn't go to the shops naked and he agreed. He reached into my bag and pulled out the duct tape and before long he had crafted my outfit.

Firstly he had created 2 Xs over my nipples, however he had also cut out the centre of the Xs so my nips could peek out a little and so my new piercings were visible. Next he took a medium size dildo and butt plug, rammed them into me and turned them on to vibrate, he also placed my credit card between the two vibrating toys before using another length of duct tape to hold everything in place (cutting a small hole in the tape so the anyone observant enough could see my clit ring hanging out).

I got a look at myself in the mirror, to any passers-by I looked like I was only barely covered, to anyone who looked closer I wasn't even that. The Alpha let me get a look at myself for a second, before leading me to the front door and kicking me out into the cold December air.

My torso and tits were still a bit raw from the tattooing and my shaved head let me feel every breeze as I shakily walked through the prison car park and towards the exit.

The prison is on the outskirts of a small town so it the roads aren't too busy. There's a small shop down the road that does good business from prison visitors and staff, I've dropped by a couple of times to pick up lunch and now all I can hope is that the clerk doesn't recognise me. But first I had to get there.

I ducked behind the entrance sign and waited for a gap in the traffic. I knew I was going to be seen eventually but I didn't want anyone to see me leaving the prison (temporarily forgetting that "Prison Bitch" was tattooed across my torso in big letters).

I found the gap and began walking down the road, there is some traffic lights nearby so cars would come in bursts of three or four, some honking, others yelling. Being out in the world just reminded me that these people were not who I was doing this for. If any of them had the danger and raw animal passion of the beasts in the prison they would pull their car over and fuck me right there in the road. The vibrations were really starting to get to me and I began to be relieved that my clit ring was sticking through the tape as it gave me something to play with on the long walk.

Eventually I got to the corner shop. The hapless teen stuck doing the Boxing Day shift immediately perked up as I walked through the door. I could feel the murmur of the customers, their eyes gazing on me, these were the herbivores of the savannah, those who watch on as the predators devour. Eventually they all left and it was just me in the shop. I went to the counter and ordered an ungodly amount of vodka and cigarettes, after what I had done maxing out my credit card for the prisoners was nothing to me. The teen behind the bar stared at my tits as he wrung up my shopping and I felt no compulsion to hide from him. But then he said something that made my heart stop.

"Hey, I know you, you're the warden, how did you end up like this?" this was a problem, I summoned up my own animal instincts and they immediately became my greatest asset.

"Yes I am the warden, but now I have given myself to the prisoners to be a piece of sex meat. Now nobody can know about this, so how about I offer myself to you in exchange for your silence." I had barely finished talking when the teen had the door locked and the blinds down on the shop. He reached for my breasts with his shaky hands and almost came from groping them. Poor little lamb.

"Not like that" I corrected him. "Grab me by these nipple rings and pull me where you want me." this aggressive lust scared him. In the end it felt like I was raping him as I pulled him to the ground, replaced the dildo with his cock, and yelled "fuck me like you hate me!"

...

When I got back everyone was happy to see me, cigs and booze were passed around and it became a party. I was chained up next to the toilets, and as the night wore on the fucking got more aggressive, not to mention each animal taking it in turns to mark me as their territory. With everyone passing out from the booze I'm actually hopeful that once this is done I can get a good night's sleep.

Jacqueline.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

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[hotaks]

Dearest Diary,

I'm back home now. They didn't let me write in you again and I was in such a haze of lust and pain that there's only so much I can recall

Firstly when I look in the mirror I like what I see, a piece of meat permanently marked as the preserve of predators. The tattoo is now a continuous tapestry, it starts on my thighs moves up past my pussy across my torso and back, cutting a wide berth on my cleavage so I can still wear low cut tops without anyone knowing. They even covered the areas of my shaved head above the hairline so it can be covered by a wig but will always be there.

I wish I could really convey the filth they have tattooed on me. I am covered with insults, the prison bitch moniker is now surrounded with artistic whore and slut slurs. There are penises everywhere simulating covering me with their juices. Across my back there is even a full confession of the depths I sunk to during these last days so it is always with me.

The number of piercings has increased too. My labia is now lined with rings so anyone can easily pull my pussy apart (and at one point they sewed it shut). My ears are lined with metal and the four corners of my lips contain rings so my captors could open and close my mouth at will

The predators spent the days playing with their food. In the days after Boxing Day they decided to set me games with humiliating punishments. I had the bench press bar attached to my nipples with chain and I had to pull it from the gym to the canteen in under 10 minutes. When I failed I was buried in the prison garden with a hose for breathing and my ass sticking out of the ground for anyone to use (which they did).

On another occasion I was given a minute to make as many prisoners cum as possible. When I fell short of the target, I had my nose ring padlocked to my nipples and dumbbells from the gym were hung from my pussy.

I went to the shop a couple more times for supplies. As well as their booze and cigs they also made me pick up dog food for me to eat. I was so excited I even ate a can in the shop in front of the teenage checkout operator. This was after I had forced him to force me to suck his cock.

For New Year's Eve they made good use of the electricity pads. They tied me prominently on the balcony of the guard tower before using my screams to ring in the New Year.

On New Year's Day we spent the day returning the prison to how we found it. The prisoners were upset and used this last day to take their frustrations out on my poor ravished body, but we knew it couldn't last and that if we put everything back the way it was I could keep my job and we could make a habit of these little feeding frenzies.

The alpha showed me the footage they had on the camera, every dirty degrading moment of my fall. He promised me that every new prisoner would know just what kind of a women their warden was. He also had a request for me.

Be as mean as possible.

They didn't want some complicit little rabbit, they wanted to feast on the Apex predator. They wanted their fear and hate to bubble onto glorious release every time my will falters. Alpha thinks that this will be an annual tradition, but I'm fairly certain I could arrange it again sooner. After all, I'm not on birth control and the amount I was just fucked, there's bound to be a little predator inside me right now and I would hate for him to grow inside a mother that's forgotten what it's like to be ravished.

Jacqueline (and her cub)

Xx

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

 

[hotaks]

I am Sayyeshaa I am 5'7", fair, curvy, and have long hair. My body started developing from a very young age, and this is the story of how I was deflowered. I am 24 now and 33-25-33 with B cups.

I met him for the first time when I was 18 years old. He moved to the opposite apartment, along with his family. He was tall, with salt and pepper hair, and in his early 40's. I felt an attraction towards my hot next-door neighbor, and I couldn't define it.

Every day in the morning, I used to meet him in the lift. He used to smile, and my heart missed a beat. I stayed with my parents and elder brother. My parents are doctors and used to work late. The maid used to cook food and leave once I get back from classes.

One day, there was a power failure in our building, and the backup did not work. I kept the front door open, and my neighbor was standing there. He smiled. I smiled back.

"I am Ajay. What is your name?"

I smiled, "My name is Sayyeshaa."

"That's a nice name."

"Hmmm."

"I guess you are scared to be in the dark alone." He smiled and closed his apartment, and got into mine. He switched on his mobile light, went to the sofa, and sat down. "Come and sit, Sayyeshaa. We can get to know each other and pass some time till the power gets back."

I was awestruck that he wanted to talk to me. I sat opposite him, and he switched the light off. He asked about my studies. He said that he lives with his wife and 5-year old son.

His wife used to take their son with her in the afternoon and drops him at her mother's place. She picks him back at night when she gets back from work.

When the power came back, he said, "So, I will see you the next time the power goes." He left.

I couldn't get him out of my mind for several days. Then one day, my parents invited him and his family for dinner. He gave me a book as a gift. After few months, I saw him again in the evening, and he came over to speak to me.

"So, are you afraid of the dark today also?" he asked.

"Hehehehehe. No. I am not afraid."

"So, you don't want me to come and sit with you?"

"You can come and sit here anytime you want."

"Oh, is it. Then let's sit and talk."

He came in and closed the door when I got in.

He sat on the sofa and asked me to sit with him. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I didn't think much about it. After some time, his hands were on my back, rubbing slightly. All the while, he was discussing my studies.

"Do you like being hugged?" he asked immediately.

I was shocked but replied, "Yes."

"Can I hug you once?"

I didn't know what to say. I had never felt this sort of feeling before. I was hesitant but wanted him to hug me as well.

"If you are scared, then no need to hug." He said.

"I don't know. Maybe..."

There was a twinkle in his eyes, and he smiled. He pulled me to him and hugged me slightly. When I didn't object, he hugged me tightly. He kept rubbing his chest on mine. It felt really strange. When he released me from his grip, he was flustered and sweating. I felt a weird sensation but kept quiet.

"Sayyeshaa, did you like the hug?"

I nodded.

"Can I hug you whenever I see you?"

I nodded.