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Prison Break! (Mr. M and Nurse K)

Levins was grunting harder with each thrust and his breaths as he withdrew were sounding more ragged. Tiny was just about groaning non-stop, bent over her, gripping her breasts, fingers tugging at her nipples, hips thrusting. She was a toy between them, helpless as they fucked into her, and Levins' finger was rub-rub-rubbing on her clit.

And between pants, Levins began to mutter. At first his words were indistinct, but soon she could comprehend phrases, semi-addressed to her but not exactly pitched so she could hear them well, "oh, fuck yes, oh, gonna make me come, you hot fucking bitch, oh, yes, milk that cock with your sexy fucking cunt, gonna squeeze me tight when she cums, oh, fuck yeah..."
 
It was almost comical to hear Levins muttering to himself like that, almost. She wouldn't dare laugh though, even if she thought it was hysterical. And now she was preoccupied with other things anyway. She was feeling the familiar stirrings of orgasm inside of her and was eager to cum. She kept milking his cock, still completely enraptured with how good it made her feel. Then she felt her body tighten up in preparation for the explosion from inside of her. She moaned onto Tiny's cock, taking him deeper into her throat the more excited she got. Her hands grabbed hold of the comforter on the bed and she squeezed them just as hard as her pussy muscles squeezed Levins as she orgasmed.

She gasped for breath as he rode out her orgasm, her body milking him on its own now, without her even having to try. She moaned a couple more times, especially when he would hit an extra sensitive spot or her would rub her just the right way. She was drunk with pleasure at this point, she was loving what they were doing to her.
 
Both of the men felt her quake and moan, and her spasms had the expected effect on them. Her body milking him made Levins grunt loudly and drive deeply into her, grinding deep as his hand clenched against her clit, harder than ever, and he spurted deep inside her, emptying himself into her. At the same time, she took Tiny into her throat more deeply than ever, and moaned around him, vibrating him to the root. Thus, her orgasm inspired him to throb and pulse and jet his hot, sticky seed deep into her throat. All three of them moaned and throbbed and exploded, just about in unison.

The men took their time recovering, staying locked inside Elsa until they were quite done with the last of their aftershocks. Tiny was the first to withdraw, pulling out of her mouth and stroking the sides of her face as he backed away. He sighed happily, and turned to gather his clothes. Levins, once Tiny was free, hooked a finger into one of the rings on her collar and drew her almost upright, pulling her against his chest. His free arm wrapped around her ribs, cupping her breasts as he nuzzled into her shoulder and neck from behind. "You, little slave, did great. Maybe you can learn after all." He planted a kiss on the side of her neck as his softening member slipped free of her. He slowly released his grip on her, and let her sag on the mattress, easing himself off.

"You just rest up, sweet lips. You earned it. You don' have to make dinner for a couple hours yet. I want you to consider what you've learned today, and how you can serve the cock even better in the future." And with that, he collected his pants and sauntered to the door.
 
She was taken a little by surprise when both men came in side of her at almost the exact same time. Just as she was leaning back into Levins, his cum exploded inside of her. She'd never liked the feeling of it before, but this time it was actually fairly satisfying. She got the feeling that she had completed her job, she'd made her master have his pleasure, and that was her purpose. And then Tiny came in her mouth at virtually the same time. She choked only a little as he shot it straight down her throat. It was easy to swallow the rest of it as he pulled at and stumbled away. She appreciated his little stroke of her cheek as a little thank you.

At first she was scared when Levins yanked her up by a ring in her collar. Her back pressed against his warm chest and she expected a hit or something, but instead she got his arm curled around her ribs and his hand cupping her breast. His nuzzle and kiss really got her though. Her body melted back into his and she turned her neck a little, a silent sign that she liked what he did and his praise.

When he finally let her go and she sagged down onto the bed, she felt very sated. She hadn't been anxious before, but now she felt like she had gotten something she'd needed and hadn't even known she needed it. She nodded silently to Levins, curling herself up into a little ball as she prepared to take a little nap before she made their dinner.
 
She was dozing enough, she didn't notice T-Bone approach until he eased himself into the bed behind her, curling his clothed body around her naked one. His strong arm curled around her, protectively, and he nuzzled into the back of her neck. His breath was warm on her cheek.

"Hey. I hear you did well. I'm proud of you, Elsa." He nuzzled her. "Is there anything I can do for you? Or do you just want to nap?"
 
Her eyes fluttered open when she felt weight on the bed behind her. She turned her head and saw T-Bone there, laying down and curling himself around her. She snuggled back against him when he put his arm around her, holding onto his arm with her small hand. She murred softly and sighed a little. It felt so nice to have his warm body there behind her. She didn't even remember that he was a convict, and she still didn't know what he'd done.

"Thank you," she said softly, "It was difficult at first," she turned a little bit so that she could see his face, but most of her back was still pressed up against his chest. "Mmmm, I don't need anything. I'd love if you stayed with me, though."
 
"Of course," he said, and snuggled up against her. He stayed with her as she napped, cuddling against her, comforting her. They dozed through the afternoon, until the sun began to set. Eventually, T-Bone raised his head, and looked at his watch. Then he nudged Elsa, gently.

"Hey. The troops are going to be getting hungry soon. Do you need any help with the cooking?"
 
Her eyes fluttered open the same way they had when he'd come into the room the first time when he nudged her. She raised her head too, yawned, and then began to sat up. She stretched her arms and her legs, twisting her torso a little. She was a little sore from the active workout she'd received earlier.

She yawned once more and then slid off of the bed. She looked at T-Bone lounging there on the bed. He looked so...so...sexy. She'd gotten attached to him extremely quickly, and that attachment didn't have any signs of wearing off. She shook her head, "I could do it myself. Unless you want to help me?"
 
He smiled. "I want to, but I'm not sure it would be such a good idea. There's the whole power dynamic, and now that I've collared you as my submissive, if I keep helping you out with your work... it might backfire." He got up and hugged her tight. "But if it was just us, I'd be the one cooking for you, collar or nothing."

He nuzzled into her hair. It was odd; maybe prison had changed him or something, but he really did not feel jealous at her activities with Tiny and Levins. He felt proud that she'd managed to overcome her own inhibitions and pride and secure her own survival more than he felt bitter she'd been fucking other men. It was strange, or maybe it was just how this particular relationship was going. Who could tell?
 
She smiled at his sentiments and buried her face into his chest. She breathed in his strong, familiar scent and then sighed contentedly. A week ago she would have choked and screamed to have to smell his scent like that, his incredibly masculine and intimidating scent. Some women contended that men didn't actually have scents, that it was just something a girl who loved a man made up to identify him always, but Elsa thought differently. She could tell the difference between Tiny, Levins, and T-Bone just by their smell, however faint it was. And she was certain she only loved one of them.

She turned her face up and looked at him, an adoring smile still on her face. "You're so good to me," she murmured, kissing his jaw gently. "I owe you everything." Elsa felt a little strange to just have sex (and orgasm) with other men and then go back to her real love, but that was the way T-Bone said it needed to be...so she accepted that. She pulled away from him gently and backed up towards the door, "I'm more than happy to cook or you. All of you."
 
T-Bone let her go, smiling at her, still proud. And, inside, also kind of turned on by the whole collared submissive thing. There was an allure to the power dynamic; he'd be a fool not to recognize it, or appreciate it. And T-Bone was many things, but not a fool.

Out in the larger room, Tiny and Levins were playing cards at the table. They looked up as Elsa entered, and smiled at her (genuine smiles, not leers, for a change from Levins), and went back to playing cards as she moved to the kitchenette. It was as if her willing submission had been some kind of gateway, and on the other side was this... peaceful, if warped, domestic scene.
 
Elsa smiled back at the men playing cards at the table. Despite the three of them having obvious dominance over her, she still felt like she had some semblance of power there. Without her, they would eat crappily. Without her, their beds wouldn't be made nicely and their clothes would be gross. Without her, they'd probably be fighting over which porno to watch. She brought harmony to the group, especially now that she had agreed to be their submissive.

She also felt that she had two husbands and a brother-in-law. Tiny wasn't like a husband, but he wasn't necessarily inferior to her. Just distant, separate. She walked into the kitchenette and opened the fridge door, pulling out the packages of ribeye they'd bought. She stir-fried them quickly along with some vegetables and put it all on the table, careful not to disturb the card game as she set the table.

She'd noticed that they'd bought beer too. She didn't know if they had a particular time they wanted to consume that, but she knew most men liked to have beer with their dinner. She paused, not wanting to make the mistake of bringing it out too soon but also not wanting to make the mistake of not bringing it out at all.
 
T-Bone came out of the other room to the smell of the delicious food, and solved her problem. "Looks great! Could you please get me a beer?"

"Me too," sighed Levins, tossing his cards on the table. "I fold. Time to eat, anyways."

"I'm lucky today!" Tiny crowed, and they cleared his winnings and the cards from the table for dinner.

It was actually a fairly pleasant and domestic meal. There wasn't much conversation, as they didn't have a lot to talk about, having just been in the rooms all day. But it was companionable.

After dinner, Elsa started in on the cleaning up while the men settled in for the evening. She was mostly done when T-Bone came up behind her and hugged her to him from behind, his shirt and jeans pressing up against her naked back and buttocks. Had she even been thinking of her nudity lately?

"Tell you what, I can finish up with these; I used to be a fair turn in the kitchen. Why don't you go and have a nice long shower. I bought some little sample shampoos and conditioners and lotions and such; check out what I got, see if there's anything you like." He kissed the back of her neck, just above where the collar sat.
 
Her heart fluttered a little when T-Bone came out and immediately saved the day, without him even knowing that there was a crisis at hand. She went over to the fridge and got their beers out, noting that this was something she should do for every dinner, provided they hadn't mentioned otherwise.

She actually sort of enjoyed this dinner with them. She was silent the entire time, of course, but there was no longer that strange tension between T-Bone and Levins, and Levins wasn't leering at her as if he'd like to rip her to pieces. She went right to cleaning up when the men were done, reacting to it as almost second nature already.

Elsa jumped lightly when T-Bone pressed up against her back. She hadn't realized until just then that she was still naked. Being naked didn't seem to mean that much to her anymore. It was just something that was, and why should she bother to be upset about it?

She shivered a little when he kissed the back of her neck. It sent little rockets of pleasure up her spine, and she immediately wanted him. How could he do that to her? She turned around and faced him, his body now pressed against her front. She looked up at him, desire and devotion obvious in her eyes.

"Yes sir," she whispered to him, going up on her tiptoes and pecking his lips quickly before Levins looked to see her do it. Then she scampered off into the other room to use that shower. She looked through the little selection of soaps and stuff, found what she liked, and got into the deliciously scolding water.
 
Elsa was able to take as long of a shower as she wanted; nobody bothered her. There were ladies' razors and some shaving cream as well, if she wanted to shave her legs; it was clear from the extraneous stuff that T-Bone wasn't sure what she'd be wanting, but he did manage to get a good selection of things.

When she finally emerged, the connecting doors were closed, and a shirtless T-Bone was getting off the bed. "The TV is yours, my dear; it's my turn for the shower!" he grinned, giving her a quick kiss as he moved past her. It was almost a regular, normal domestic scene, except... she had no clothes to change into, just the leather collar she'd taken off for the shower and put back on when it was done, and she was technically an unwilling hostage in this whole experience.
 
Her shower had been marvelous. She scrubbed her hair and her body. She'd shaved her legs and armpits and trimmed her womanhood. She felt actually clean now. She stayed in a little while long just to revel in the heat of the water. When she was finally finished she stepped out of the shower and scrubbed herself dry with the towel. Her first instinct was to reach for clothes to dress in, but the only thing that was there was her collar. She stared at it for a moment, a little put off, but she quickly got passed it. She clasped the collar back on and left the bathroom.

Her face brightened when she saw T-Bone there. She kissed him back longingly, still leaning towards him when he started to walk away from her. She sighed once he was gone and flopped down onto the bed. She picked up the remote and flipped through the channels.
 
He was out eventually, walking naked, carrying his clothes to the bedside as he climbed in. He immediately snuggled up to her, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into her hair. He smelled of soap and shaving cream and clean skin, and he was warm and relaxed.

His cheek brushed against the thick leather collar, and he lifted his head away to look at it, and her. "You know," he murmured softly, "I realize it's gotta give you mixed feelings, but... that collar really looks sexy on you. I mean, really. And when I see you wearing it, I get... I think 'there goes MY girl, she's MINE' all possessive like, and I know it's true, because there's the symbol." He drew a fingertip along the edge of the collar, and continued the stroke out along her shoulder, to embrace her again.

He smiled and sighed. "It makes me happy to know you're mine, my gorgeous little fucker." And he leaned in to kiss her.
 
She looked over when she heard the bathroom door open and saw T-Bone walk out, naked and proud. She smiled as he walked to her and climbed into the bed, immediately coming to her. She snuggled up to him as well, resting her head on his shoulder. She took a deep breath and inhaled his wonderful scent, immediately at ease with him there with her.

She looked up at him as he spoke about the collar, her mind turning. She did have mixed feelings about the collar, but none of them had anything to do with T-Bone himself. She giggled when he called her his gorgeous little fucker. It was such a vulgar nickname...but she loved it.

She pushed her face up and kissed him lovingly. She held it there for a couple of moments and then pulled back, examining his face. "I never thought I would fall in love with a convict. But...you're perfect to me."
 
"Am I?" he asked quietly, smiling. "We don't know hardly a thing about each other. But... I gotta say, I feel it too." He slid his hands up her back and pulled her to him, kissing her gently and affectionately as she leaned in close once more. The kiss deepened and grew more passionate as he opened their mouths and began to toy with her tongue.

He could feel her nipples hardening against his chest, and felt his own stirring under the blanket. He reached out blindly with his upper hand, found the remote, and switched the TV off. Then he was free to focus entirely on the wonderful woman who was starting to gently writhe against his body in such an arousing way.
 
She closed her eyes for a few moments as he nudged her mouth open and began to play with her tongue. She leaned into him, her forehead pressed against his as she let herself fall deeper and deeper into the kiss. She ran a hand over his muscled, scarred chest slowly. She felt every mark and line there, slowly circling up to his neck where she slid her hand behind it to stroke the base of his hair.

She began to climb on top of him, slowly making her way from his side to straddling him. Then she pulled away from his mouth and looked down at him moving both of her hands to his chest now. "You're right. We don't know hardly a thing about each other," she imitated his language playfully, "Can...can you tell me what you were in for?" she leaned down and kissed his collarbone gently, as if to sway him to answer truthfully.
 
T-Bone sighed at the kissing, but his face got troubled. "Are you sure you want to know? I don't want you to think any less of me, but..."

He sighed. It was going to come out eventually. "Oh, all right. For five years, I ran the top bank vault crew in the country. Wasn't a bank we couldn't get into. Banks are easier than casinos, and the money is insured, so ultimately, nobody loses but the insurance companies. And they are already making insane profits for just about nothing."

"I started as the electronics guy, but I eventually was doing most of the planning. We knew how to find the plans, figure out the angles, and get in and get out. Every one was unique, every one required a different methodology. And I was an expert at them all. The last year of my freedom, my share of the look was over six million dollars."

He sighed. "I got arrested on tax evasion. They couldn't pin any of the robberies on me, but like Capone, they used the tax thing to nail me. So that's why I was in prison. Never harmed a soul... er, permanently... and smacked into maximum security." He looked at her. "Disappointed?"
 
She was absolutely thrilled to know that he'd never killed anyone. She had feared that T-Bone was really like Levins but had just been hiding it. That would have been difficult for her. But he was no rapist. He was no murderer. He was a bank robber! She actually giggled and threw her head back, only to dive back down to his face and kiss him full on the lips. She giggled again and squeezed his shoulders gently.

"Not at all. I'm thrilled. I knew you weren't bad. I knew it." she pecked his lips over and over again, her exuberance taking over her. Then suddenly she stopped and just looked down at him. A slow smile crept over her lips. "I wanna fuck you," she whispered seductively, sliding herself down further so that her pussy pressed against his erection. "So bad," and it was one hundred percent the truth. She wanted him. Badly.
 
While he was relieved she thought his past was a) benign enough and b) forgivable, his eyebrows climbed and he smiled when she told him about her desires. "It's good to want things," he growled sensuously, grinning as his hands rose to cup the sides of her breasts, stroking her skin as she rubbed herself against his stiffening member. He'd been pretty solid the whole time she was straddling him, naturally, but her gloriously wanton actions were making him still like a girder.

As he felt her dampness slide against him, he bucked his hips to meet her, just a little. It wasn't quite enough to angle him in for penetration, but damn, it was sexy, grinding together like that, getting ready. And he loved to hear her talk dirty. Very little was quite as carnally arousing as a pretty girl with a foul mouth; would not be good for dining out or going to the opera, but definitely in the bed, he thought. He half-sat up, his stomach muscles flexing, rising to kiss her passionately, tongues intertwining once again.
 
When he half-sat up her pussy was pressed against his manhood even harder. She ground back against him, her clit rubbing against his slick manhood. It was funny, that she was basically humping his penis, when it could be inside of her. It was an amazing and unique feeling though, and she really loved it. She kissed him with just as much passion as he did her, pressing her breasts up against his chest as they shared their kiss. After a few moments though, she pulled away gently and looked at him with doe-like eyes.

"May I, master? Please?" she kissed his lips lightly and slowed down her grinding against him to a tantalizingly slow pace, for both of them.

(Egh, sort of short)
 
(Short is just fine! It's too the point, exciting, and doesn't take a lot of time to write! Activity scenes can easily be short. Don't worry about it! In fact, this one will be short, too, because there's not much else to put in right now.)

His eyes lit up when she asked formal permission. My God, he thought, she's really getting into it; that is incredible, and incredibly hot! He felt himself stiffen even harder, if that were even possible. He dropped his hands so he could sit propped up on his elbows, forced his expression to sober, and then nodded up at Elsa as she writhed over him. "Yes, my lovely slave, you may."
 
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