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Did I ever tell you about the time I met Lavender’s Dad? No? Yeah, another old story from before my New Year’s resolution. It wasn’t long after Alex came to live here last Summer, and it’s how I met Meg!

So, Alex got pulled over while driving her RV around. Something minor like expired tags or something, I can’t remember. Anyway the cops decided to give her a “thorough body cavity search since she looked dangerous.” Since I was in the vehicle I got put through the same process. And once they realized who I was… Dad’s scheme ruined a lot of police pensions, including the ones in Bell End so suffice to say backup was called in and half the force “searched” the two of us.

The worst part? After they were done we were charged with indecent exposure, public lewdness, attempting to bribe/seduce an officer and resisting arrest. We were handcuffed (again.) and taken to the station, where we were “searched”... again… by a different shift of cops. They offered us a deal. Fight it in court and risk 90 days in jail. (Uhm, No! I don’t need ANOTHER arrest on my record!) Or agree to 250 hours of Community Service and have all charges dropped and wiped from the system. Looking back, I should have gone to jail!

We had to report to the station Saturday morning at 7am on the dot. A pair of Fuck Trucks sit idling in the parking lot with a line of women climbing on board each of them. (Fuck Trucks are a free service that takes people home after one night stands because they’re too, uhm, messy for the usual services.) This sight does not fill me with confidence. Alex and I are jammed into a seat with an attractive blonde about my age. She introduces herself as Meg, and asks if it’s our first time in the program. I introduce myself, and say, “Yeah. Community Service mandated. We have 250 hours of this.” Meg winces at the amount of time. “Me too,” she replies. “Pretty much every Saturday for the rest of the Summer I’m going to be riding this bus.” Alex doesn’t speak, just darting her eyes around, biting her lip in nervous fear.

“I, uh, I wasn’t sure what to wear,” I continue. “The email just said to wear something that can be removed quickly…” I stare down at my sundress and sandals. “I guess this works? I don’t know why it matters.” Meg stares at me, several expressions warring on her face. “What?” I finally say.

“Did they not explain that? What do you think we’re heading out to do?”

I shrug. “Pick up trash?”

“Ummm… No.” Meg gives a weird laugh while shaking her head. Before I can ask her what’s so funny a female officer stands up at the front of the bus.

“Okay, Ladies. Here’s a little reminder of your situation for the fresh meat onboard. We’re headed to Longwood Penitentiary where you will begin working off your sentences. You’ve all been bad girls, and deserve to be punished.” Several people laugh at this, but I don’t see what’s funny. “Anyway, you’ll be taken back to the station tomorrow morning at 9. Make sure your birth control is active as budget cuts mean we no longer provide the prisoners with condoms.”

“They never used them anyway!” Someone shouts from the back, leading to another round of laughter.

“Anyway,” the officer continues, “once we arrive you’ll be split up into various groups for each cellblock, assigned a locker to keep your stuff in, and then locked in until morning. For you new sluts, this might seem a little scary, but just roll with it. These guys ain’t had sex for a week so while they will be very...enthusiastic, they won’t hurt you. They’re too scared of solitary and being kicked out of the program. Enjoy yourselves!”

Alex finally speaks. “Are we about to get gangbanged by a bunch of prisoners?” I nod my head, the reality of my situation settling on me like a heavy cloak. “Oh. Oh fuck.” We pull through the gates to the prison a few minutes later and I go through the whole check in process in a daze. I don’t even hear the guard saying my name. Meg has to nudge me to snap me back. “Yes?” I blurt out. He points to a female guard standing near a door. “Follow Johnson there to your assignment. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” They both laugh. I want to just scream! Why is this happening to me? I’m not a Beast Slut! I calm down a little when I see Meg and Alex get assigned to the same doorway. At least we’ll face whatever horrors are behind that door together.

We follow Johnson down a dingy hallway, goosebumps covering our naked bodies from nerves more than the air conditioning. Meg leans in close, whispering in my ear. “Zophie Cummings?” I nod. “Oh My Goddess! My Aunt Samantha is married to Alin.” I shrug. None of that means anything to me. Meg rolls her eyes. “Kevin’s brother! We’re practically family!” I stammer an okay at her beaming smile, not sure if I follow her reasoning, or understand why it matters so much. Before I can say anymore Johnson brings us to a halt outside a thick, metal door. A small window, and a tray to pass stuff through are the only breaks in its solid surface. Johnson chuckles while unlocking the door.

“Okay, Bitches. Welcome to Solitary. Anyone who acts up gets put down here for a few days, and isn’t allowed to participate in the Conjugal program. These Zoeanthropes go a few weeks without pussy and they get a little feral. We have to work off that excess energy before putting them back in the general population.”

“So, we’re not getting gangbanged? We’re each getting just one guy?”

Her smile isn’t friendly, or nice. “No, you stupid slut. All of you are sharing one guy, and hopefully three Cum Socks will be enough for him. 90 days in the hole, without any holes, has left him mighty horny, and he fucks like a runaway train even when he’s getting it steady.” We enter the dark, windowless cell, jumping a little as the lock slams home behind us. “Ladies, Meet Sexton Pounder. The Good Deed you’re going to be doing for the next 24 hours.”

The light snaps on to reveal a Minotaur standing naked in the middle of the cell. He stares intensely at each of us, coldly assessing our nude bodies. His muscled frame nearly fills the cramped cell, with his horns almost touching the ceiling. Standing between his legs is the largest cock I’ve ever seen in my life at that point! (And still in my top 3 today!) My knees automatically slam together. There’s no way that thing will fit in me. No Way! Alex has a resigned, but pained expression on her face, while Meg is practically drooling. He snorts, “Which one?”

“The orange haired one,” the guard snaps. “Make her pay for what her Daddy did to us and we’ll see how things go at your next parole hearing. Deal?”

“Deal.” The guard leaves us to our punishment. Sexton crosses his arms. “Get ‘em wet.” he commands. “I ain’t fucking dry pussy like some damn animal.” Reluctantly, for me an Alex, we obey. It’s not easy, since I’m not into Beastmen but I manage. I’m even close to an orgasm when Alex suddenly cuts loose with a barking, shaking release. Sexton grabs her free arm, “Yep, You’re going first.” He throws her onto the reinforced cot against the wall and drives his monster sized dick in to the balls with one stroke. Alex bucks and squeals, back arching, white knuckling the thin blanket while he fucks her senseless. Meg and I can only stare at the parade of depravity as Sexton gives a master class on sexual positions, destroying every hole with his bull cock until she is left a gibbering, boneless heap. He drops her unconscious form in a corner before grabbing Meg. I rush over to check on Alex.

Meg accepts her fate with a joyful whoop and a smile, fucking the minotaur with a feral intensity of her own. It doesn’t last, his endurance is much greater than hers and she eventually winds up draped over Alex in the corner. I scream when Sexton grabs my arm. How is he still hard? How can he still be horny? As if he can read my mind he explains, “They’ve been prepping me for you, you know? Kept a cage on my junk so I couldn’t even jerk one out in here. Slipping aphrodisiacs and energy tinctures into my food all this week. The only reason they sent three of you is they were afraid I would fuck you to death if you came in here alone.” He makes me sit on the cot, his dripping cock inches from my face. “Thing is, my daughter thinks of you as her best friend, so I’m in a bit of a pickle here.”

With a jolt I suddenly realize who he is. Lavender’s dad! “Oh! Shit! Yes! Lavender and I hang out all the time! We’ve even had a couple of sleepovers and…” I stop. The way he’s looking at me? He knows all about our sleepovers. I clear my throat. “So, how do we wanna do this?”

“Blow me. Show me she’s not lying about that Magic Tongue of yours and I’ll go a little easier on you.” He snorts, “You’ll still wind up like your buddies, but you’ll probably enjoy it more.” I do my best. I take him as deep into my throat as I can. I lick and suck and kiss his head, shaft and balls while jerking him. I give him the best head I’ve ever given anyone. He becomes only the second guy I’ve ever rimmed! When he blows his wad I swallow as much as I can, until it spills out to land on my chest. He smiles, staring down at his still, impossibly hard cock. I shrug, flashing my sweetest smile. “So….”

I spend the next half hour in a mating press, my pussy clenching his massive pole while my orgasms hit so close together I can’t tell them apart. Then I’m put in a standing full nelson, his arms hooked under my legs while he pumps my aching slit again. Goddess,he’s so big! It’s a little painful, but I love it! I hate to admit it but I love how easily he dominates me in this tiny cell. I’m pinned to the wall, powerful hands encircling my waist while he shoves what feels like a redwood tree into my ass. I’m sure they heard my squeals and yelping all the way out in the admitting room that day. He doesn’t stop, piledriving my ass on the cot when we’re done against the wall. He goes around the world on me, more than once, making long and deep visits at each stop. He even visits the valley of my breasts and the arches of my feet on his journey of carnal delights. They say take only pictures and leave only footprints but he takes me to the limit and leaves me a quivering, cum leaking, brain fried mess.

My next clear memory is coming to on his cot while he’s face fucking Alex. Meg sits next to me shaking her head. “When we came to, he was napping,” she says. “Apparently a couple of hours is all it takes to rejuvenate him completely.” I groan. I’m already sore. We have to be close to the end of all this, right? WRONG!

When the guards arrive the next morning we have to be carried out. All three of us are physically and mentally spent, utterly exhausted from our time spent in that cell. We’re not allowed a recovery time. Instead they hose us down, throw a robe on each of us, give us a bag with our stuff in it and pour us into a seat on the Fuck Truck. The same female guard who put us in the cell does a head count, stopping at our spot with a huge smile. “Have fun, Ladies? Hope you did, because you’ve got two more months of this. See you next week, Cum Socks!” To this day I sometimes hear that mocking laugh of hers in my sleep...