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Prison Break(Loveme and GuyverGuy)

She nodded, pulling her under wear and bra back on. Being carefule of her sides. Pulling her pants,, then jacket on. She slowly moved down the hall way, going to get lunch. Getting her lunch she set at a table by her self and ate. Once she finished, she rose and headed back to her cell. Tired, she laid down on her back, careful of her sides. Not knowing when he would back, but she hoped he would at least let her rest
 
He watched her from the surveillance room, grinning like the lecher he was. He'd let her wrest for a few hours, so she'd be fine and dandy for his next bit of...fun, or torture depending on what you wanted to call it.

Two hours later he opened her cell, walking in since he expected the clang of the moving bars to wake her up. "Rise and shine, Convict." Honestly, he was pretty turned on just thinking about what he COULD do to her, what he WOULD do to her.
 
Hearing the clang of the bars move open, she opened her eyes seeing him there. "Ugh.... Not again.... Can't you leave me alone for once....?" She spoke softly. Turning over to face him. Her sides had stopped hurting her finally.
 
He sneered at her, the attitude was back, and he hated it all the more. "On your damned feet, convict" He said as he cracked his club against the wall of the cell. "And for your information, No. You don't get left alone, welcome to prison. You've still got a lot to learn"
 
She rolled her eyes, rising to her feet. As soon as he cracked the club against the wall, she whimpered and jumped as far as she could away from it.

"Yeah, Welcome to prison...."
 
He smiled as she shied away from his club, he reveled in the power he held over her. It made him hot, because he knew at any time he could have her if he so wanted, and she could do nothing about it aside from cry.

"How about we finish up that Strip search, Convict. Strip!" He cracked the club against the wall again.[/align]
 
Watching him glow because of how scared she was of him, she began to strip. Once more moving everything to her bed. Crossing her arms. There was nothing in there, but yet he needed it to be his excuse to play around in her or with her.

She eyed his club, watching it carefully. Hoping it did not contact her skin
 
Marcus smiled a lopsided smile, slowly bringing the billy club under her chin and letting it sit there, just barely kissing her skin. "There you go, convict. Listening is good for your health." Now, he felt like exploiting her to the fullest, and how long had it been since he'd gotten his rocks off.

"It's your lucky day, you're going to get a treat that no one else in this block ever gets." He told her as he unzipped his fly. He sighed with relief as he freed the aching hard-on he'd developed. "Now be a good girl and come over here and do something about this, and I don't mean have a meaningful conversation with it either."
 
Seeing the billy club barely touching her skin, she shiverd. She hated being cold, and cold is what she was. Hearing him say do something about it, she kknew what he wanted. Slowly dropping to her knees, she began to suck on him softly.
 
He knew she wasn't as slow as she first appeared, and he was rewarded with her picking up on what he meant almost instantly. He almost let his knees buckle under him, but instead he let out a content sigh, a nice euphoria settling over his mind as her warm, wet mouth wrapped around his rock hard manhood.

"There we go... come on now, use your tongue a little"

He rested a hand on her head, putting the club next to her head to imply if she did -anything- wrong... well.
 
Shivering once again as she felt the club next to her head. Too scared to do anything wrong at the moment, she started to use her tongue. Moving it around his manhood. she continued to suck on him, not moving untill he was ready for her to fet off
 
His body responded, cock shuddering and letting out just a dollop of cum at the tip as Marcus grunted his approval, but there was still something missing. It took him a little bit to realize what, but when he did, he gripped the top of her head firmly, and shoved his hips forward, thrusting his full length into her mouth with a loud groan.
 
She whimpered as his cock was in the back of her throat. As far as it was able to go. Trying to back away from him, she couldnt. Realizing that he had a firm grip on the top of her head. Hearing him groan made her sick, she had no idea why they were able to do this to the prsioners....
 
He took it upon himself to get it done, using his grip on her head to pull his manhood back from her throat, just until only half it's length was still in her mouth, before he thrusted forward again, driving it back to hit against her throat. He groaned loudly when it did, and started to pick up speed, grunting and groaning like an animal in heat as he fucked her mouth.
 
Ferrah tried getting away from his grip, but there was no way in heck she could. His grip was strong. Trying to open up her throat more, to make it eaiser for his manhood to go to the back of her throat. Wanting to get a way from him for good, but she couldnt
 
Ferrah was only succeeding at one thing, making Marcus feel even better. He hissed in pure enjoyment as he felt his cock slide deeper into her throat, and he felt his world go white, and he held her head down on his shaft as his entire body clenched...his orgasm rocking through. Thick streams of his seed erupted into her throat, it had been so long since he'd had any fun.

"Swallow it all!" He just barely mumbled out.
 
Having no choice but to swallow it all, she did. Choking on it as it slide down her throat. She felt sick, sick that he got so much enjoyment out of putting her through pain.
 
If she was sick now, she'd be in for a terrible surprise when she found out he wasn't done yet. His stamina was built up from years and years of working as a guard. So even when he finally stopped spraying spunk down her throat, and let her head free so she could pull it off his shaft he was smiling, lopsided still.

"You were pretty good, now I'm afraid I have to finish with the search, I have to get really deep this time. Turn around and bend over, convict."
 
Looking at him, she rose. She was tired and did not want him doing anything else to her. Sitting down on her bed, she turned.

"I am tired.... You not searching me anymore. Your done. You can leave now....." She had her attitude back, probally because she was extremely tired
 
He was caught between laughing at her audacity, or glaring and then proceeding to crack her right across her forehead with the billy club she had become so well acquainted with. He settled for compromise, laughing loudly just before he cut to a nice withering glare and closed in on her. He already had the weapon over his head when he stepped close, and swung it when his foot hit the ground again- aiming to lay one across the top of her head.

"Don't you EVER, in your meaningless little existence, talk to me like that again. Or I'll beat you to the point where your parents won't recognize you." He said through clenched teeth.
 
Being knocked over on her bed, she held her forehead and head with her hands. Protecting it as she did so. Now having a massive headache. He could of killed her, and she was going to tell him. No one messed with her when she was irritable, knowing she would be severly beaten, but she did not really think about it.

"You could of killed me you brat!"
 
Oh, she was pushing her luck, clearly she was letting the fact that she was tired kill off any sense of preservation she might have had. Marcus didn't much care, she was getting far to uppity and he needed to remedy that.

"Oh, you're going to wish you were dead."

He raised the club, and in a flash, crashed it into her bruised side, he pulled it back and repeated the smack into her side. A third time he hit the same side, before he took a swing at her stomach. Last, but not least he actually dragged his fist back, and threw a punch for her face, her eye, he wanted her to remember this.
 
Ferrah cried out in pain as he hit her side three times. She tried protecting every part of her body she could. Knocking the breath out of her as he hit her in the stomach, she gasped for air. Trying to regain it as he hit her in the face. Feeling her eye swell up already. It would be swelled shut in a few minutes. She was sure of it.

Staying quite, tears ran down her cheeks.
 
Marcus wrapped his outstretched hands around the strands of Ferrah's hair. He tried to pull her up by it, laughing a little at her pain, pain she'd brought on herself mind you.

"Now, hows that attitude working for you?"

He cracked her in the hip with the club to make sure she was paying attention.

"Now what do you do when I tell you to do something?"
 
Being yanked up by her hair, it gave her a worse headache. She regretted everything that she had said. Wishing she could take it back. Feeling a crack inside of her, she assumed he had broken a rib with tht last hit of his.

"Im sorry.... I'll do it when you tell me to.. Please...."
 
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