Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

While Joanne turned her back to the two guards, Geraldo opened the steel cupboard. He grabbed two black, plastic chaperons, hanging one over his own neck and giving the other one to Hugo. Then he rolled out the thick, long water hose that was hanging on the inside of the door. He directed the nozzle towards the beautiful, almost hour glass shaped figure in front of him, and placed a hand on the tap. Before he turned it, he took a couple of seconds to admire the sight. Her ass cheeks were so beautiful - he could feel his dick growing hard in his pants - and he could understand why Hugo was so impatient. We will get our turn, Geraldo thought as he turned the tap, releasing a high pressure stream of ice cold water at her back. The shear force in the eruption of water was enough to sting her skin and make it hard for even the most skilled acrobat to keep her balance, but Geraldo just let the chilly water spray her body. He could not resist the temptation to focus the stream on her ass, watching how the water splashed out over her nude body. Turn around so I can clean your front! he shouted in broken English, trying to shout down the roar of the water stream. Meanwhile, Hugo put on a pair of matching black plastic gloves. They had been through this routine many times before, and they did not need to talk to know what should be done. Hugo grabbed the bottle of disinfection soap, and squeezed out a large puddle into his left hand. When Geraldo let the stream of water fade away, he promptly walked up to the girl. He hugged her from behind, her cold, wet back pressed against the plastic apron, so he could hold her in place while his soap covered hands moved all over her body. Whatever it was he was smearing her with, i was no ordinary soap, because wherever it touched her naked, unprotected skin it left a tingling, almost burning feeling. His big firm hands did not miss a single spot of her soft skin, but some areas seemed to interest him more than others. He squeezed her tits hard, his lathery hands eager to feel them out. Playfully he let his fingers, one by one, caress her nipples. Even through the chaperon, Joanne could feel his thick hard on pulsate as all his blood was drawn down into his cock. Geraldo, I promise, this perra want's it! Hugo exclaimed, laughing as he gave her breasts another squeeze. His interest soon went towards the south, and so did his hands. Before she knew it, he had plunged three thick fingers into her pussy, just showing them into her tense body without even a word of warning. The soap did not seem to be meant to be used in such sensitive areas, because the second his plastic clad fingers touched the inner walls of her forcefully penetrated vagina, a flash of pain went through her body. It felt like if her pussy was an open wound, and he was pouring salt into it. That did not stop him from swirling his fingers around inside of her, making sure that she became completely clean by sliding them in and out of her, fast and deep, a couple of times. Just look at her! She is horny as fuck! he said, trying to convince his friend in Spanish, as he slid his fingers out of her a last time. Geraldo just sighed at his nagging colleague. For fuck sake, Hugo, you know that the boss wants the putas to be delivered unmarked. He want's to be the one who brakes them in, and we will let him. After Hugo had let go of the nude girl, her body now covered in the lathe from the soap, Geraldo turned the hose on again, carefully spraying every square inch of her body with the cold water. The concentrated jet felt like thousands of needles stinging her body, but at least it washed the soap away. But sure, if you can get her to agree to do you without resistance, be my guest. Geraldo told Hugo while he washed the prisoner. He did not mean it as a realistic alternative, because he understood that this cheeky bitch would never pleas anyone without a lot of force. Still a gleam was lit in Hugo's eyes. Hey, senorita! he said as he picked up the soaked remnants of her old clothes and threw all of them into the trash bin, except her old panties that he quite indiscreetly sneaked into his own pocket, Do you want your prison outfit? he asked, and the smug smile on his face made it clear that he was up to something. Then you will have to work for it... He grabbed the skin of her left cheek in a strong grip, and used it to shake her head around. ...and use this pretty mouth of yours. Either you blow me and my friend here, or you'll go to your sell nude. Pick whatever you like, but I sure know what your new cell mate hopes you will pick.