Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 08

Wright uncovered my mouth and gave my tits one last squeeze.

"You'll be shitting my cum out for days," he chuckled. "Think of me when you wipe your cummy ass."

"Yeah, don't fart whatever you do," added King. "You'll spunk up the back of your panties."

"I'll bear it in mind," I replied.

King slowly pulled out of my well-fucked cunt and wiped his bell-end on my leg. His seed trickled out of me as gravity got hold of it and it dribbled down my ass crack.

"Eeewwww, dirty skank," complained Wright. "If someone gives you a gift, don't drip it all over the place."

He pushed me off of him and my feet slid down his legs until they touched the floor. He then pulled his cock out of my ass with a sloppy pop and stood up next to me.

"She certainly knows how to fuck," said King. "Her mouth, cunt and ass are worth every penny."

"I knew they would be," his friend replied. "We'll be doing this again real soon."

"It was a one-time deal," I replied. "We're done here."

King pushed forwards and grabbed me around the throat with one hand. He squeezed hard and looked me in the eye as he pushed me back towards the table.

"We're going to fuck you whenever we feel like it. If you want to keep your drugs this will be a regular fuck fest. Understand?" he spat.

I nodded, knowing that I'd be out of here soon and none of this would matter.

"Good. Now, stuff that shit back up your spunky cunt, get dressed and fuck off," he said, letting me go.

The pair of them started to pull their shorts and trousers back up as I scrabbled for my condoms before they changed their minds. I didn't bother wiping the cum from my leaking pussy, it would help the condoms to slide back up more easily.

I took the plastic bag of cocaine and tied a knot in the top before slipping it back into the condom. After knotting that too, I repeated it with the last rubber sheath and hoped that The Crow wouldn't notice a few missing grams.

I squatted down and parted my legs and slid it into my very cummy hole. I was still extremely sensitive down there having cum hard less than a minute before. I shuddered and let out an involuntary moan as my cunt swallowed the first bag.

Wright and King both heard it and looked over as I picked up more of the drug bags.

"The dirty bitch loves it," sniggered Wright. "I bet she used to walk around with love-eggs in her snatch all day long before she got banged up."

"Yeah and sticky panties," laughed King.

I pushed the next drug-filled condoms into my swollen gash trying hard not to make any more noises. I heard a squelch as King's semen was forced out of me to make room for the drugs.

Sqeeeelllcchhh.

"Did she just queef?" asked King in disgust.

"It's your spunk dripping out of me," I snapped. "I told you not to cum in me."

"I'm sure The Crow will appreciate the extra protein," he laughed. "Tell her there's no extra charge."

I crammed in the last few condoms, feeling full and stretched once more and then pulled my trousers back on. The screws were now fully dressed and standing with their arms folded waiting for me.

"Fucking hurry up, Sloan. We've not got all day," said Wright impatiently.

"I'm going as fast as I can," I replied.

"Well go faster."

I pulled my socks and shoes on and then found my bra on the other side of the table. I slipped it on followed by my T-shirt and then fluffed my hair back up. I wiped my chin to make sure I hadn't got spit all over myself and then walked towards the door.

"I'm ready," I said.

"Scurry back to your boss, you dirty little slut," said Wright, opening the door. "Keep that cunt of yours nice and wet for us, we'll be seeing you again soon."

I ignored them and walked back into the corridor. King followed me out and spoke to the guard on the gate which led back to the wing.

"She's clear," he said to him. "Take her back to A wing."

"Yes sir," he replied.

Jangle - creak - slam.

After several doors and gates and a walk across the covered courtyard, I was back on A wing.

My mini-assignment had been more of a success than I'd hoped for. I had the drugs for The Crow and I'd also received a good fucking thrown in for free.

I made my way directly up the stairs, feeling the condoms jiggle around inside me and King's spunk sloshing around my cervix. My pussy felt slimy with a mixture of lube, cum and my own orgasmic juices.

I didn't know what The Crow would say about it and I wondered if she'd even notice.

I got to her area of the wing and heard the metallic ting-ting of one of her lookouts warning the others of my arrival.

Eight women were standing to attention outside The Crow's cell. They didn't look like they were going to attack me, but I was still cautious. The Crow could still attempt to take me out and then fish the drugs out of my corpse afterwards. Her goons stood as one mass as I approached them, blocking my path.

I recognised a few of them from our previous encounters. It looked like the infirmary was now too full, thanks to my escapades. Some of The Sisterhood with lesser injuries had been returned to the wing.

Smiler was standing at the front wearing a neck brace. The hard blow she'd received in the canteen must have given her a whiplash injury. Next to her was Chinless. She had two very black eyes and a splint taped across her nose. I remembered kicking her between the legs and wondered if her labia were still in one piece. No doubt she was still walking like a cowboy and in a great deal of pain.

There were a couple of new faces whom I hadn't seen before followed by Bug-eyes whose hand I'd broken before choking her out. She was standing in front of another couple of new faces with her hand bandaged up. Finally, Pretty-eyes stood motionless at the back of the pack.

"Hi girls. It's lovely to see you all again," I said in a jolly tone. "It's nice to see you back on your feet," I said to Smiler.

"Fuck you, bitch," she replied.

Her voice sounded croaky and rough as though she was finding it hard to speak. A crushed larynx would do that to you. Maybe that's why she was no longer smiling. It was more of a grimace.

"Suit yourself," I shrugged.

I then turned my attention to Chinless. I couldn't help but take the piss out of her while I had the chance. I know it was childish, but sometimes you have to take these opportunities as they arise.

"I'm loving the new make-up," I said to her, pointing at her black eyes. "I think you might have overdone it with the eye shadow though. Haven't you ever heard of the saying 'less is more'?"

"Very fucking funny," she sneered. "Go and fuck yourself."

"It looks like your friend's been doing too much of that already," I nodded at Bug-eyes, with her bandaged hand. "Try swapping hands during masturbation or you might get a repetitive strain injury... oops too late."

"After what you did to me, masturbation is out of the question," she snapped. "Fucking bitch."

"I gave you all a chance to walk away," I shrugged. "Maybe you should have listened."

The group just stood and stared at me with nothing but hatred on their faces. I guessed that The Crow had instructed them to leave me alone, but I could tell it wasn't sitting well with them.

"Well, this reunion has been delightful," I smiled. "But I can't stand around chatting with you fuckwits all day long. Is the boss lady in or are we going for round two?"

The women stepped to the side, one by one. It was like a domino effect until I was left facing Pretty-eyes.

"Well, hello again gorgeous," I grinned. "Is your mommy home?"

She stared straight at me as emotionless as the last time we'd met. Instead of stepping back into a fighting stance like she had before, she pushed the cell door open and gestured for me to enter.

I took a deep breath in case any of them were feeling brave and walked past The Sisterhood. None of them seemed in a fighting mood so I kept going and entered The Crow's inner sanctum.

She was standing by her bed waiting for me. The sheets had been changed for black cotton instead of white satin. Even she wasn't crazy enough to sleep in a blood-soaked bed.

"How did it go?" she asked. "Do you have the goods?"

She wasn't one for pleasantries. There was no hello or how are you, she was just straight down to business. She reminded me a little bit of Lexa in that respect.

"I'm fine thanks," I said sarcastically. "How are you?"

She ignored my insolence and stared at me.

"Did you have any problems?" she quizzed.

"I had a bit of a problem," I replied. "Well, two problems actually, but I handled it."

"What sort of problems?"

"Wright and King. They pulled me in for a random search, but I managed to offer them something more interesting instead."

"A blowjob?"

"Something like that."

She pursed her lips and looked me up and down. She seemed as unpredictable as ever. I glanced at the desk and noticed the Wi-Fi dongle was still plugged in with its lights blinking in a steady rhythm.

Her gaze followed mine and she walked over to the desk and unplugged it. She then walked over to me and held it out in her right hand with the cable dangling freely.

"Don't worry. I'm holding up my end of the deal," she stated. "Show me the drugs. Drop your trousers."

"What? No foreplay?" I joked. "How disappointing."

She just stood in front of me like an overbearing head master waiting for the student to hand over something they shouldn't have. I let out a childish sigh and pushed my trousers to the floor. The cold air of the cell hit my wet pussy and made me shiver.

"Do you want me to squeeze them out onto the floor or have you got something to catch them in?" I said, bending my legs slightly to expose my swollen gash.

The Crow placed the dongle onto the bed and squatted down on her haunches in front of me. She made her hands into a bowl shape as though she was begging for money and pushed them between my legs.

"Just get on with it," she said. "I've got customers waiting."

I reached down with both hands and spread myself open for her with my fingers. I was slick and slimy and still sensitive from my orgasm, but I managed to control myself. With a push of my stomach muscles, the contents of my vaginal cavity slowly emptied into her hands.

Shhlurrrppp.

Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.

Four condom wraps dropped into her palms along with a copious amount of milky slippery liquid.

"Keep pushing," she demanded. "There should be eight."

"There are eight. I should know, I've had them stuffed up my cunt for the last half hour," I snapped.

Shhlurrrppp.

Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.

Squelch. Ppprrrpppp.

I let out a small bubbly queef as the air, cum and cunt cream squeezed from my tight slit.

"Fucking hell. How much lube did you use?" she gasped. "You're fucking dripping."

"You don't want to know," I said, straightening up and pulling my trousers back up.

The Crow took the condoms to the desk and tipped them onto the work top. They dropped and rolled before coming to rest like a pile of pink eggs covered in slime.

"You're welcome," I said sarcastically. "Don't spend it all at once."

She checked each package to make sure it was still sealed. Her hands were soon covered in slippery cum from my pussy and King's balls.

"What is this stuff?" she gasped. "It doesn't feel like lube. Did you get turned on doing this or something?"

"Some of its mine. I did find the whole experience quite erotic," I pointed out. "The rest of it is spunk."

I watched her bring her hand up to her nose and she sniffed her fingers. The thick goo was stringy and tacky as she examined it more closely.

"Why have you got spunk inside you?" she asked.

"I had to bribe the screws to let me keep the drugs," I said. "My ass is full of cum too if you want to see that."

"They fucked your ass too?"

"Mouth, pussy and ass. Wright squirted his load in my 'dirt box' as he called it and King thought it would be amusing to give me a creampie. At least it helped to lubricate the packages when I pushed them back into my snatch," I said it like it was nothing to me.

"The dirty cunts," she snapped. "How dare they. This is exactly what I'm talking about with rapey men. They think it's their god given right to do what ever they want to women."

"I offered actually. Bringing this contraband into Bronzefield for you was more important than my dignity. At least I got some cock out of it," I giggled.

"Yes, but off of those two... eeewwww."

"Beggars can't be choosers," I laughed. "Cock is cock."

"And rape is rape," she snarled. "They shouldn't be allowed to get away with it."

"I agree, but I had no choice. Besides, I didn't have any matches or petrol with me. Burning them alive would have been a bit difficult."

She went quiet for a moment as she assessed the situation. I could see the gears turning in her head as though she was trying to put herself in my position.

"You did well," she said, moving closer. "Maybe you're cut out for prison life after all."

"It was a one-time deal," I replied. "I've done as you've asked. Naomi's debt is cleared. I've fucked you. I think we're done here. You should call your dogs off of Paula's brother too. She's done as you asked."

She moved even closer, so that her lips were only two inches from mine. I could smell alcohol on her breath and feel the heat coming from her skin she was so close.

Before I could react, she pressed her lips against mine and held them there for a few seconds.

"Thank you," she murmured, pulling away and staring into my eyes. "Paula's off the hook. Take the dongle. You have twenty-four hours before I come to collect it."

She picked up the dongle and cable from the bed and passed it to me. Strangely, I felt disappointed that she'd stopped kissing me. I'd have gladly fucked her again, but maybe with less biting and blood-play this time.

"What's the password?" I asked, holding the device up to her.

"BlackBird three six nine," she replied. "Capital B's, no spaces. Don't get caught with it or that kiss I've just given you will be a kiss of death, not gratitude."

"You're all heart," I smirked. "But once I'm done with the dongle, I may need something else from you."

"Like what?"

"I won't know until I've been online."

"What the fuck are you looking for online? Are you trying to prove your innocence? Do you think they're going to let you out of here?"

"No. I'm as guilty as you are, remember?" I smiled. "Maybe I'm looking to right some wrongs, just like you."

"I don't think so. You're up to something, I can tell. What's going on?"

I thought about telling her my plan, but decided against it. I was going to need her help and I knew that it wouldn't come for free. I needed a bargaining chip to recruit her skills. I hoped to find that chip once I got access to the internet.

"See you tomorrow," I said, ignoring her question and walking out of her cell before she could reply.

I had what I needed for the next stage of my assignment and it had been worth the risk.

I exited The Crow's cell and wandered past The Sisterhood unimpeded. I couldn't help but feel a great sense of satisfaction at what I'd accomplished so far. I was starting to feel like I could actually escape from Bronzefield with Melody and find my way to my true target - Charles Hamilton.

If I could bring the governor and his band of rapists to justice at the same time, it would be an opportunity not to be missed.

I had a theory about the governor's basement orgy and I hoped to use it to my advantage when I escaped. In order to do that I didn't just need internet access to get the prison blueprints; I needed it to gather information about the governor to see if my theory was correct. Lexa had planted a seed in my brain since we'd last met and it was growing into something more.

I also needed the girls to hack into the prison database and check on The Crow's records. She'd obviously done the same thing to mine and I didn't like to be one step behind a potential enemy - I needed to be ahead of her.

If I was right about all of this - The Crow wouldn't need much persuasion to help me escape. In fact, she'd be begging me to be a part of it. I still had a long way to go before I was home and dry, but these small steps were getting me steadily closer.

I just hoped that Arrow and Melody could come up with the goods.