Chapter FourProcess
What can I say of my life in cell thirty-four? I ate through the eventually installed, overhead feeding tube, my most basic needs were seen to and when the light went out I slept. Other anonymous hooded men and their c***s were brought in and I sucked them. Eventually I was allowed to kneel and place my head forward to the pads, my ass in the air. The crotchstraps were loosened and sometimes a c**k speared me from behind. We bucked across the pads, most often my head winding up pressed against a wall as hot c*m flooded my p***y. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough, and if the c**k lasted long enough, I got to orgasm, but none of them brought me any real relief.
Of course, that’s what Livia wanted. She wanted me to know that it was because of her that I was allowed to org
