Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

They just sat there for a while in silence. Further down the table there were plenty of chatter but the closer to the boss one came the more silent it was. The loudest sound around was the mushy noise from the Boss eating his breakfast. The prisoner to Joannes left, a slim, old Mexican with a crocked nose, made sure that the orange cloth of his dress did not even brush against the skin of what he considered to be his boss' property. Some of the prisoners behaved rather strange. Every now and then one of them would distort their faces in spasms, breathe heavy and loud and even let out a panting groan. When Tits was done handing out the bowls of porridge, she promptly got down on all four at the other short side of the table, and crawled in under it. Suddenly the behavior of the inmates got a natural explanation. After a small eternity, the Boss finally spoke. However, he did not speak directly to Joanne, but instead he looked up at his consejal. Explain to el perra why it is here. he mumbled in Spanish with a squeaky voice, the words hardly distinguishable since he did not care to stop shewing his bacon while he spoke. Joaquin readily complied, and in fluent English he explained The Boss wants you to know that he saved your life. His brother wanted to just dump your body into the Rio Grande, but the Boss insisted that you should be sent here so that he can personally oversee your punishment to make sure you suffer to pay for your crimes. The Boss just continued to munch on his fried eggs without taking any note of what was said to Joanne. He had still hardly acknowledged her existence. While Joaquin talked about punishment and suffering, the old inmate next to her suddenly let out a loud, pleasureful moan, and when Joanne looked down she could see a face as white and pale as a ghosts squeezed between the mans legs. The girl had his cock so far down her mouth that she could lick his balls while she sucked his dick. Her long, curly brown hair was in a complete mess after having been manhandled by numerous inmates, and she had stains of cum splashed all over her red painted lips. The mascara around her wide open brown eyes had been messed up by emerging tears, and sweat glistered on her forehead. For a short second her dark eyes met Joannes, and she stared at her intensely as if she wanted to say something without using words. But then she slid the dick out of her mouth and crawled on to bury her face between the fatty tights of the Boss instead. Usually new girls go through some quick training and are then put to use with the inmates, but courtesy of your track record, you will receive our special attention. Joaquin said in his usual euphemistic manner. As we know what a though and resilient breed you journalists can be, we will begin by testing your endurance. The girl with the brown locks rubbed her body against Joannes knees as she bobbed her head up and down in the Boss' lap. Her body was not as meager as Tits', and her breasts were of a more normal size. To compensate for that, her round butt wobbled with every move she made. The Boss' chubby face shoved no indication of what was done to him. He just continued with the only thing that he seemed to care for eating his breakfast. After a while the girl with the brown locks crawled out from under the table, and she was soon followed by Tits. They were holding a glass each, both filled with some kind of white mess, and they both put down the glasses in front of Joaquin. Were it not already obvious, it was now beyond doubt that the content was sperm, diluted only by the girls saliva. The pale, brown haired girls glass was filled to the brim, while Tits' was only half full. The Boss threw a quick glance at the glasses, and then instructed his concejal in Spanish Ass is the winner. Ten raps to the looser. Joaquin just nodded in reply, while Tits did not show any reaction to the verdict, her face completely frozen. After the brief intermission, Joaquin returned his attention to Joanne. Endurance. Willpower. Resistance. he said slowly, as if he wanted to feel the taste of every one of the words. We will see how much of that you have inside you. The rules are simple you will not get any water before you drink these. How long do you think it will take before you give up?