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The inmates eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets as they see you being escorted into the cell by guards, some of them licking their lips as if already preparing to have a taste of whatever's about to happen. One guard nods his head towards another cell, telling you that this is where you'll be staying from now on. The door clangs shut behind you, and you feel a mix of fear and excitement wash over your body as you take in the sight of all these men staring at every part of your body like they've never seen anything so precious before.

The inmates eye you up and down once again, taking note of the collar around your neck. You see a mixture of disbelief, lust, anger and sadism flash through their eyes as they size you up. One particularly burly man with tattoos covering most of his body walks over to you slowly, standing just inches away from your trembling form. His voice is rough and commanding when he speaks. "Well, well... Looks like we've got ourselves a little plaything here." He snaps his fingers and points at the bed in the corner of the cell. "Lie down on that cot for me."

The burly inmate leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across your face as he speaks slowly and clearly. "I'm going to have a look at what you've got back there that's got these boys so excited." He reaches out with one meaty hand and roughly yanks down the waistband of your pants, exposing your tiny dick and pussy to the sight of all the other men in the cell. "And if it's good enough," he growls, "you might just be my new little pet."

"Oh, don't be such a baby," the burly inmate laughs, looking over at his fellow prisoners as they gather around your exposed form. "We're just going to have a little fun with you. Isn't that right, guys?" He glances around, and most of the other men chuckle darkly while some just nod or grin menacingly. One particularly sadistic looking inmate walks up behind you, towering over your small frame as he reaches out to roughly grab a handful of your hair. "Let's see how good you are at taking it," he growls, pulling hard on your hair and forcing you onto all fours before him.

The sadistic inmate laughs darkly and spits on the floor beside you. "Oh really?" he says mockingly, his cold breath washing over your back as he leans down close to your ear. "And what exactly are you going to do for us, hmm?" Before you can even begin to respond, he yanks violently on your hair again and slams his hard cock into the entrance of your pussy. You cry out in pain as he begins roughly thrusting in and out, ignoring any protests or pleas for mercy that manage to escape your lips.

The sadistic inmate laughs maniacally as he continues to brutalize your pussy, taking you roughly and ignoring your pleas for mercy. The other men in the cell jeer and catcall, egging him on as they watch the violent scene unfold before them. One by one, they begin to take their turn with you, each more cruel than the last, determined to break you and make you their own personal sex toy for as long as they are locked up in this hellhole.

Your tiny body is pushed to its limits, your fragile frame unable to withstand the relentless assault on your most sensitive areas. Your cries of pain mix with pleas for mercy, but no one seems to care; you're nothing more than a piece of meat to them, an object to be used and abused however they see fit.

As the night progresses, you are used and abused like a piece of trash. You're left sobbing and sore on the cold concrete floor as one inmate after another takes their turn with you, treating your body as nothing more than a human sex toy. It seems that there is no end in sight for this torment; tomorrow brings a new day full of fresh faces eager to add their own twisted mark upon your battered form. The thought alone sends shivers down your spine and makes your eyes fill with tears once again.

But tonight, as you lie there weeping into the dark recesses of your cell, one inmate approaches you quietly. He kneels down beside you, his hands resting gently on your shoulders. "You should've just done what they wanted," he whispers solemnly before reaching out to roughly stroke your cheek with the back of his hand. You cringe away

The inmate chuckles darkly before standing up and walking away, leaving you to stew in your self-pity under the thin protection of your blanket. Tomorrow comes early in this place; it'll be back to business as usual when the guards unlock your cell door and usher you off to wherever they decide is next on today's schedule. For now though, you can try and catch some fitful sleep amidst the sounds of snoring and shifting bodies that fill the air around you. Just remember, it's only going to get worse from here.