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“Yes, but they deserve it. They’re guilty of one thing or another. Even if they weren’t guilty of the crime they were eventually banged up for, they must have done something to deserve being here. They don’t just send anybody to Ikmal prison.”
“What about you? Why are you here?”
Trayem was silent again. I’d never asked another prisoner about their past before. They fought in the fighting pit and if they were victorious, chose their prize. The reason they did that was to forget about this hellhole for a while.
I never wanted to make them angry or break that illusion. But things felt different with Trayem. I felt like I could talk with him about anything.
“Wrong place, wrong time,” he said. “The same old story.”
I wouldn’t ask him for more detail. It was one thing to ask a question and quite another to keep prodding at it.
I ran my foot up and down his hairy leg and tucked myself tighter around him. He was so warm, so strong. He was a rock I could cling to.
I felt a bulge pressing against my inner thigh.
I might be dressed up but he most certainly was not. I was grateful he would allow me to rest tonight. At least this way, I could come up with a plan for how I was going to prevent myself from falling pregnant.
It was only a matter of time. I wondered if there was a herbal remedy that would serve the same purpose as the medicine. I would have to make inquiries and figure something out.
I shook my head. What was the new supervisor thinking? Why did he want us to get pregnant? What purpose would it serve? We were there to pleasure the fighters. Pregnancy and babies would only get in the way.
The sound of clinking buckets and rasping paintbrushes from the workers fixing up the walls where the barricade had been built had faded. They must have moved on to another section of the prison.
Every so often, footsteps tapped down the hallways and disappeared again in the opposite direction.
Other times, there was a cough or the soft shink of an automatic cell door as it slid open and thunked into place.
The prison might not be the most pleasant place to live but it could have its moments. After a recent storm, where the tension and pressure had been released, the prison could, for a short while, relax and ease back into a regular pattern.
Trayem stirred beneath me and poked me even harder with his thick trunk. Despite myself, I began to feel my body reacting to his stimulation.
The head of his cock was only a few inches from my opening. I was wrapped up tight and there was no way that sucker was getting through multiple layers of clothing.
Not unless I wanted it to…
I shook my head and repositioned myself so I was less stimulated by him.
He kissed me on the top of the head. His cock turned toward me, pressing, probing, aching.
I could have turned away, could have refused him any attention, but my breath had already turned heavy, and my eyes turned steamy with lust. When I turned and looked up at him, I saw the same expression reflected back at me.
He wasn’t about to take the next step. Not after I had already asked him not to.
He was a gentleman, I realized. The only gentleman in the entire damn prison.
I surprised myself when I was the one that leaned forward and pressed my lips against his.
He gave way beneath me easily as I probed at him with my tongue.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and ran my hands over his firm muscular physique.
Then I worked my way down to his firm member. It quivered and grew stiffer when I wrapped my hand around it.
I reached down and cupped his balls. They were big. They had to be. They would have looked ridiculous if they were small and attached to his thick meat.
I slid down his body and took him in my mouth. He was so big I barely managed to take half his size, and that was with taking him to the back of my throat.
I let him thrust his hips into my mouth. I gagged around it.
