Breaking Faith

Prison Pretty

Faith yawned. As usual nothing was happening in prison. The gorgeous brunette scowled as she sensed something unnatural. Throwing her magazine aside, she started to sit up.

Her cupid-bowed mouth shot open when a black light exploded in the cell’s doorway. The supernatural warrior dropped into a fighting stance as a figure stepped out of the swirling dust. The beautiful brunette’s jaw hit the dust-covered floor as she belatedly recognised the black-eyed and haired woman stood before her. “Red?”

“They killed my Tara.”

“Say what?” Faith started forward. Her chocolate-brown orbs widened as she realised she was immobilised in a magical force-field, and suddenly butt ass naked. “What the fuck!” She couldn’t move even when the witch slipped a hand between her legs, running a finger up to stroke her neatly-trimmed pussy. “Get off me!”

“Hmmm!” She squealed when the lesbian witch grabbed and yanked on her nipples. “You know you were my first gay crush.” The witch started to stroke the sultry Slayer’s silky black hair. “So lustful and wanton. And now Tara’s gone I need someone.” The witch pulled away. “Come with me. I’ll cast spells so no one will notice you’ve gone.”

Faith shook her head. She’d been a victim before and had sworn that was never going to happen again. “Like hell,” the buxom Slayer growled defiantly.

The busty Bostonian gulped when the red-head’s gaze cut through her like a laser. “You’ll deny me?” the witch smiled cruelly. “Call me when you change your mind.”

Faith gasped as she felt her body weaken. “What have you done to me?”

“I’ll give you your powers back when you’ve learnt your place.” The witch disappeared as quickly as she’d arrived. Limbs shaking, Faith quickly dressed. What was going to happen to her now?

* * *

“Inmate Lehane,” Faith swallowed as two hulking guards, two of the worse bulls in the prison strode in. From the sneers on their ugly faces, they knew, Willow must have told them about her power loss. “Warden wants you in his office now.”

Forcing an unconcerned look as she hoped she could bluff her way out of her problem, Faith nodded. “Sure boys,” she swaggered out of the cell.

The warden was a tall, severe-featured man in his late-fifites. He leered at her as they entered his sparsely furnished office. After a lick of his thin lips the warden turned to the two guards. “Across the desk.”

“Fuck no!” The busty brunette’s soft brown eyes widened in horror. She’d heard rumours of the warden’s parties, but her powers had protected her until now. The curvy beauty screamed and thrashed around, but she was helpless to prevent the two laughing guards from lifting her into a horizontal position. They carried her across the office and slammed her onto the desk, her legs and fat, pert ass hanging off the far end, and her face practically in the smirking warden’s crotch, at eye-level with his trousered errection.

The curvy brunette gasped when the warden grabbed a handful of her lustrous hair and yanked her head up. “My most troublesome inmate-.”

“Get your fucking-, ah!”

Faith sobbed when the silver-handed man backhanded her across the face, the blow drawing blood from her bottom lip. “But also my most attractive.” Faith squeaked when the warden snaked a hand down her wifebeater and twisted a breast, his fingers painfully pinching her tit flesh. After an agonising minute the warden pulled out his hand. “I’m going to enjoy this.” Faith moaned when the warden opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thin knife, a thick leather belt, and a foot long wooden dildo. The warden gently stroked her face. The ebony-eyed beauty summonsed up enough courage to spit in his face.

The smirking man wiped his face clean. “You’re going to regret that.” The custodian warned as he rose and walked around the back of her. Faith kicked out at the man. She whined as one of the guards punched her in the kidneys. “Thank you Frank. Normally I start with twelve lashes to the ass.” The depowered Slayer choked back a sob when her pants were yanked down to her ankles, exposing her temptingly-curved butt to the three men’s leering glances. “But in your case, I’ll make it twenty.”

“Man, look at that ass!” One of the guards shouted. “Thanks for picking us for this duty boss!”

Faith shuddered as the warden forced the thick dildo into her pussy, brutally forcing her vag to part before the unwanted intruder. “Woooee!” The east coast tough girl squirmed at the guard’s hoarse voice. “I can’t wait until I’m inside this ripe bitch!”

“All in good time.” Tears welled in the reformed killer’s chocolate brown eyes as the warden slowly cut her wifebeater off her, the cold steel against her back causing the soft flesh to pimple. “There is after all a hierarchy to follow in these matters.” Faith bit her bottom lip when the guards began to roughly maul her full tits as they continued to hold her down, stretching, twisting, and pinching her breasts.

The pain in her tits was forgotten with the belt’s first crack against her ass. “One.” The tough Slayer sobbed inwardly as the belt pounded down remorselessly, turning her ass into a mass of blazing pain.

The moment the warden had delivered his last strike, he grabbed the full-bodied beauty’s welted butt and delivered yet more pain, cruelly pinching and twisting the flesh. “Aieeee!” Faith head flew back, a bestial scream escaping her ruby red lips.

“No so arrogant now are you?”

Faith’s blood chilled as she heard the man unzipping his pants. “Please,” she pleaded but to no avail as the man stabbed his cock deep into her sphincter. The warden fucked her hard, penetrating deeper with each thrust, his balls slapping against her tortured ass, adding to her discomfort.

“You fuck that ass hard boss!” jeered one of the guards. “Show that slut who’s boss!”

“Give it to her good!” yelled the other.

Encouraged by his cohorts’ yells, the warden grabbed hold of Faith’s raven locks and yanked her head back until she was sure her neck would break. After something like half an hour the warden let out a groan as his cock began to pump his cum deep into her, the hot fluid seeming to burn as it spurted deep into her bowels. His climax encouraged the custodian to savage her ass even harder until he finally pulled out. “Most satisfactory.” Spirit broken, Faith didn’t resist when the warden walked around the desk and wiped his dick off on her hair. “Gentleman. I’ll be going on my rounds now. You’ll have two hours with Inmate Lehane. Please see to her instruction and then take her back to her cell.”

* * *

“Gahhhh.” Faith vomited into the toilet bowl, memories of the guards mauling her turning her stomach. After the warden had left, they’d alternated between dping her ass and cunt before getting their second wind whipping the beautiful Slayer’s ample tits. The east coast temptress sobbed as she looked down at her once beautiful mounds now hideously welted. Then the two assholes had finished off by fish-hooking her mouth and forcing both their cocks in her mouth at once, making her blow them both before carrying her back to her cell, and taking the rest of her clothes.

“Well lookee here.” The Bostonian’s blood froze at the sound of her cell door swinging open. Looking over her shoulder, she saw three of the female guards, all bull dykes who’d tried to bitch her when she’d first been incarcerated. The curvy beauty had fought them off then, but without her powers it was a whole different matter. “Lehane all naked. Let’s take a look girlie.”

“Fuck off!” she blustered. The guards laughed before rushing her. She attempted to fight them off. Robbed of her strength she wasn’t a match for any one of the much larger guards, much less all three at once. In seconds she was hanging from the light-fitting by hand-cuffs, her toes just touching the ground. The gorgeous brunette shuddered, she was unable to hide her fear as the trio stepped back to admire her, nudging one another as they leered at Faith’s nubile body. After a few seconds the threesome approached and began touching her, their hands examining her helpless body, poking and probing at her most intimate areas.

“Look at those tits!” One of them leered, a lecherous red-head in her late forties with a taste for the younger inmates. “You could dial a phone with those nips!”

“Forget them.” A bodybuilding African-American shook her head. “What about that tight little ass?”

“Now girls,” the third guard, a skinhead with a sadistic reputation, shook her head. “Remember why we’re here. This little girl thinks she doesn’t have obey orders. Let’s show her different.” The curvy Bostonian moaned when the red-head and black pulled out their night-sticks and approached her. She kicked out weakly, but her legs were grabbed at the ankles by the skin-head. “What you waiting for girls? Give it to her!”

The other guards exchanged grins before taking up positions, the red head in front and the black behind. Faith was unable to stop from trembling when the red-head started to slowly trail her club down the Slayer’s nubile body between her jugs’ deep valley and down her undulating belly. At a nod from the skin-head, the black started to do the same, trailing her stick down between Faith’s shoulderblades and to the small of her back.

For a second the only sound was Faith’s fearful panting. Then the skinhead nodded. “Give it to her.”

“FUCCCCCCCCK!” The beautiful Slayer screamed as the red-head shoved her nightstick deep into her tight fuck-hole. The pain only increased when the red-head began to twist and waggle the billy-club inside her.

Faith’s head slumped into her chest, knowing but helpless to resist what was going to happen next. The guard behind her laughed before parting her ass cheeks and snaking a finger inside. “Oooooh,” Faith groaned. The guard laughed again before wriggling her finger some more. The nubile beauty panted like a bitch on heat.

“Ahhhh!” Faith screeched, her voice close to breaking when a stick was thrust into her ass, her body jerking spasmodically with the pain.

“Please,” Faith mumbled as the two stick-wielding sadists began to alternate thrusts into her. Clearly they’d had a lot of practice. The east coast beauty bit her bottom lip and tried to concentrate on the pussy invader, at least there was some pleasure to go with the pain.

Her two tormenters continued for an hour, bringing the naked inmate to the verge of a humiliating climax on several occasions only for her torturers to pull away at the skin-head’s curt command. By now Faith’s nubile body was dripping with sweat and her body twitching uncontrollably, almost as if she’d been dipped in a giant vat of itching power. Then the skin-head’s harsh voice broke through her low panting. “On the bed.” Faith gasped as the sticks were yanked out of her.

The Bostonian slut no longer had the energy or will to resist as the red-head and African-American uncuffed and dumped her on the bed on her back. In seconds her ankles and wrists were cuffed to the bunks iron-railings, leaving her helplessly spread-eagled.

For a few seconds the guards leered at their handiwork. Then the head guard turned to her companions. “Show Faithie what she’s getting!”

The other two women laughed before starting to strip. Faith grimaced. Not one had the looks to soften what was happening to her. All three were gym-nuts, with the muscular, manly bodies that went with it.

Unfortunately the skin-head saw her look and brought her belt down hard on Faith’s already suffering tits. “Ooooo!” Faith’s lustful body arched and her mouth exploded in a wordless scream.

”Not good enough for you are we?” The skin-head sneered before turning to her fellow guards. “Fiona, take her pussy. Rita, you get the bitch’s titties. Me?” the skin-head smirked. “I get first dibs on that purty little mouth.”

Fiona’s tongue was soon working at the restrained Bostonian’s pussy lips, sliding up and down them and stroking at her clit. Juices were soon working their way down Faith’s slender thighs. The curvy beauty’s reluctant pleasure was marred by the vicious beating Rita was giving her jugs, slapping, twisting, pinching, and hitting them, making the Slayer’s lips part in useless protest.

After a couple of minutes avidly watching the show, the skin-head climbed onto her shoulders, trapping the sexy inmate’s face between the custodian’s heavy thighs. The skin-head laughed before thrusting her bushy crotch into Faith’s face. “Lick bitch!”

Faith tried to pull away, struggling against the musky sex smell coming from her tormenter but there was nowhere to go. Faith moaned helplessly as Fiona’s tongue danced over her throbbing clit. The skin-head seized her chance and forced her pussy into the sultry prisoner’s mouth, her juices dripping onto the more attractive woman’s tongue. Faith sobbed as she began to lick. The prison guard above her bucked. “Oh yeah, you little whore!”

Faith lapped at her assailant’s cunt, concentrating on her clit in an effort to get this part of her torture over with. As the rate of her lapping increased, so did the rate of her partner’s bucking. “Lick you hot bitch! Lick!” The custodian carelessly ground her crotch on Faith’s beautiful faces, squashing the brunette’s face as she covered her in her cum juices. Finally the skin-head climbed off, laughing sadistically as she saw her cunt-juices spread across Faith’s face. “Swap over girls,” the skin-head ordered.

An hour later and all three women had teased her pussy, tortured her tits, and ridden her face to climax, leaving her humiliated and exhausted. “That was fun,” the skin-head taunted as she and the other guards dressed, Faith laid curled up in a ball, body aching. “We’re going to enjoy our time with you, Lehane.”

“Hope she struggles again!” Rita commented, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “I’d like to hand out some serious discipline to that sweet piece of pussy!”

The sultry Bostonian shuddered when the skin-head stroked her hair. “There’ll be plenty of time for that Rita. After all she’s the prison’s incentive program now.”

“Incentive program?” Faith whispered.

”Oh yeah,” the skin-head grinned. “The warden’s real impressed with you. He’s decided that you’re going to be the guards’ new method of stress relief. A shift finishes in two hours. Twenty-six guards will be down to have some fun with you.” Faith moaned. Even with Slayer-powers she’d never done more than eight guys in a night. “But don’t worry, you don’t have any other duties other than keeping us happy.” the skin-head picked up her clothes. “You don’t need these anymore.”

The moment the door clanged shit Faith looked up at the ceiling. “Willow, help me.”