| Rape ! |
| Be raped by ! |
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When Smith was spread eagled, the guard hung her baton by its leather loop from her prisoner's erect, throbbing penis. Nothing happened for a minute, and, craning his neck around, Smith saw that the was undoing the clasp of her lacy black bra. Bending over, she put one of the thin, loose straps around the base of Smith's scrotum and knotted it tight, then cut the rest of the material off with a pocket knife. |
"I hear you like to be tied up down there, Smith," she giggled.
"You seem to know a lot about me," Smith growled. "Who the hell are you?" The pretty
guard smiled at him, showing perfect white teeth.
"I'm the avenging angel," she said sweetly, "who's going to rape you like you raped my
little sister."
Shit! Smith could hardly believe it, but now he was positive where he'd seen that
particular smirk before--on little Mandy Argent, the smart-aleck student he'd been obliged to fist-
fuck (among other things) when he caught her robbing his office. How in the hell had her sister
managed to get assigned to Aardmore prison? He looked back over
his shoulder.