The robots line up all the prisoners again the wall in front of you. Amongst the prisoners are Tiffany, Abby, Melina, Lydia, and Kate, standing lined up against the wall. Presenting them to you as the new manager

Abby looks at you displeased. Abby: What ever.

Tiffany bites her lip in anticipation. Tiffany: This is exiting.

Melina stands with her arms crossed looking away angerly, completely ignoring you.

Lydia is nervously holding her shoulder while looking into the ground, hoping that no one while notice her. Whispering to herself Lydia: Please don't look this way...

Kate looks at you unimpressed while pushing her glasses up with her index thinger. Kate: Humph.

Melina snickers to herself. Melina: Puffh, is this wimp really going to be our manager?

"Well, Melina, it's obvious that you don't want to cooperate with the new manager," Tiffany smirks. "So be careful how much more trouble you wanna cause. I heard your little gang is getting restless."

The robots roughly grab Melina and drag her back to her cell. As she's being taken away, she glares at Tiffany with vengeance in her eyes. Once they are gone, the other prisoners return to their idle positions against the wall. Kate shifts uncomfortably under the scrutiny of your gaze, while Lydia tries not to appear too nervous or desperate. Abby maintains her cool demeanor but seems slightly edgier than before. Tiffany stands out, displaying herself confidently as if daring you to make a move on her.

Kate raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "As if you'd be interested in that," she says with a sneer, clearly disapproving of your line of questioning. She shifts on the spot, uncomfortable but trying to maintain her composure under scrutiny. Her gaze flickers downwards for a moment before returning back up to meet yours. "I suppose that's rather boring compared to what these other girls are in for..." she continues, nodding slightly towards Tiffany and Melina while keeping her voice casual.

"Yeah, well... I mean, it pays better than working at that stupid clothing store," Tiffany shrugs casually, flexing her fingers and admiring the movement. She leans in slightly, her tone taking on a teasing quality as she glances downwards before looking back up at you through her lashes. "But, if you're offering me some favors or anything..." she trails off suggestively, grinning lasciviously.

"You... you don't understand..." Lydia whispers hoarsely, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. Her face is drawn and pale from withdrawal, and she shivers involuntarily under the robotic stares. "I would do anything... I need it so bad..." She looks at you pleadingly, desperation clear in her expression.

*Lydia looks at you almost disbelievingly for a moment before tears spring to her eyes and stream down her cheeks. She gasps softly, hardly able to contain her emotions as the drugs are pressed into her shaking hand. Nodding vigorously, she whispers "Thank you... thank you so much..." Her gaze drops once more, too ashamed to meet yours as gratitude washes over her like a wave. The robots then escort her back to her cell, leaving her curled up on her bed with the precious drugs clutched tightly in her hand. As she begins to steady out from the effects of withdrawal, Lydia's eyes close and she drifts off into a fitful sleep, finally able to find some relief for the first time in what feels like forever.

Abby looks at you, her expression somewhere between annoyance and disgust. "Like I'd tell you some stupid petty thief story." She glares at Tiffany briefly before turning back to you. "Look, the truth is, my girlfriend and I are struggling. We needed the money for rent and food. It was a mistake, okay?" Her voice comes out harsher than she intends, but she can't help being defensive.

The robots hold her against the wall, as before. "What do you want from me?" she asks eventually, defeatedly. "You're not exactly in a position to make threats or bargains."

Abby glares at the robots before slowly looking back up at you. "Look," she says through gritted teeth, "I don't want anything special. Just... just leave me alone. I've served my time and I want to get out of here as soon as possible." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "And about your offer... maybe there is something you could do for me."

The robots keep their grip firm on her arms, but relax slightly under Abby's calm demeanor.

"Alright," Abby responds cautiously. "I'll think about it." The robots let go of her arms, and she immediately starts to rub at the red marks left behind. As they move away from her, she straightens up, crossing her arms over her chest once more in an attempt to appear unaffected. "And remember," she warns quietly, glancing back towards Tiffany, "if anyone gives you any trouble..." She trails off, leaving the threat unspoken but implicit.

Abby takes a step back from the line and leans against the wall, arms still crossed over her chest. Her eyes flicker between the other prisoners and then back to you, evaluating each person in turn as she tries to decide what - if anything - would be worth bargaining for.

The robots obey your command and drag the remaining inmates back to their cells without any trouble. As they are being placed into isolation, you cannot help but notice Melina casting angry glances towards Tiffany from her cell, clearly still upset about the earlier confrontation. Abby seems to be lost in thought as she leans against the wall, occasionally stealing glances at you from the corner of her eye. Lydia has curled up on her bed, already starting to drift off into a fitful sleep again thanks to the drugs. Tiffany remains confident and relaxed, still openly showing off her body despite being in such a controlled environment.

The next day arrives and it's time for you to make your decisions about each prisoner based on their offers. The robots line them all up against the wall once more, waiting for your orders.

Tiffany giggles nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she waits to be summoned into the warden's office. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself and figure out what exactly it is that you might want from her in exchange for making life easier on her inside these walls.

As time passes, she glances at each of the other prisoners in turn, wondering if they might have made better offers or deals. The robots stand motionless, their mechanical eyes watching over everyone impassively as they wait for your command.

Tiffany shuffles nervously over to the door of your office when called, and knocks lightly before entering. She has managed to scrub up a bit better than usual, using some water from a nearby sink to wash her hands and face. Her hair is still messy and falls across her chest as she walks, but at least it's not hanging over her eyes like it usually does.

As she stands before you, Tiffany tries her best to look intimidating despite being much smaller than you. She crosses her arms under her breasts and leans back against the door frame in a provocative manner. "So," she says, biting her lower lip, "what do you want from me?"

The robots comply, moving aside to create a space between Tiffany and the rest of the prisoners. You study her carefully, noting how she tries to intimidate you with her small frame but is unable to mask the fear in her eyes. "Well," you begin, leaning back in your chair. "I must admit I'm intrigued by what you mentioned earlier about some of the other prisoners. It seems there are quite a few people here who owe you favors."

Tiffany smirks. "Oh yeah? And what do you want from that?" She swaggers a bit closer to your desk, her hands clasped behind her back.

Tiffany laughs lightly, tilting her head to the side as she regards you. "Well," she begins slowly, considering her words carefully, "I've heard about how some of these robots can be... useful." Her gaze drops to your lap before she looks back up at you innocently. "And I think it would be nice if we could come to an arrangement where..." She trails off suggestively, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

The robots remain still and silent in the background, their gazes unfaltering as they monitor the interaction between the two of you.

Tiffany smirks, undoubtedly enjoying the shock value she's delivering with such a blunt request. "Well, something like that." She winks at you suggestively. "Though I wouldn't mind if it were, ah, a bit more customizable. You know..." Her hand gestures vaguely in the air as she trails off suggestively. "Something special just for me."

She waits for your response, her body language radiating confidence and control even while she makes such a brazen demand. It's clear that Tiffany is willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants, even if it means manipulating the system or crossing moral boundaries.

Tiffany tilts her head thoughtfully, pursing her lips as she contemplates your question. "Well," she begins slowly, pacing closer to your desk, "how about something like this?" She leans forward and whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.

"It can be set to different speeds and patterns. And it's completely waterproof." Her eyes widen suggestively as she lets that final detail hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "I think... I think you might enjoy using it on me just as much as I will." She smiles slyly, her fingers digging into the fabric of your chair as she brazenly implies the possibilities.

Tiffany's eyes narrow with calculation as she listens to your offer. "And what would this 'price' be?" she asks coolly, pretending disinterest despite the heat that has crept into her cheeks at the mere mention of using the vibrator.

She glances over her shoulder, making sure none of the other prisoners are watching or listening in on their conversation. The robots remain silent and still as always, like statues observing a scene they have witnessed countless times before.

Tiffany's lips curl into a sinister smirk as she looks down at her hands clasped behind her back. "Oh yes," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire and greed. "I think I know exactly what you mean." She lifts her head, meeting your gaze directly, her expression unreadable except for the glint of hunger in her eyes. "And do we have a deal?"

The air between you feels charged with possibility and danger, as if one word from either of you could tip the balance and change everything. The silence lengthens as each of you considers your next move, wondering what it is that the other truly wants and how much they're willing to give up to get it.

Tiffany's expression turns calculating once more as she weighs the offer in her mind. She swallows audibly, biting down on her lower lip before glancing back over at you. "Very well," she breathes hoarsely, a shudder running through her body at the thought of what's being promised. "You have a deal."

She steps forward, moving closer still until she's nearly pressed against your desk. Her hands remain clasped behind her back as she tilts her head up to meet your gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation. "Do you want me to... undress?" she whispers huskily.

The robots remain silent and motionless in the background, their eyes fixed on Tiffany as if daring anyone to interrupt or interfere with what is about to happen. The air between them crackles with an electric tension, heightened by the knowledge that everything happening here is being watched and recorded for your personal entertainment.

Tiffany bites her lip, her eyes darting down to your crotch before flickering back up to meet yours. "I want," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. Without further hesitation, she steps away from the desk and begins unbuttoning her shirt slowly, revealing more of her perfect body with each button that comes undone.

The fabric slides off her shoulders, exposing her toned arms and round breasts to your view. Tiffany's nipples harden instantly in response to the cool air on her skin and the knowledge of what she's about to offer you. She tosses the shirt aside casually, her movements practiced and confident as if she were onstage performing for a crowd.

Her gaze never leaves yours as she unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the ground in a pool at her feet. The black thong she's wearing is barely visible beneath her pale skin, outlining every curve of her hips and ass before disappearing into the crevice between her legs. She steps out of the skirt, leaving herself completely naked except for the heels on her feet.

Tiffany takes a step closer to you now, bracing her hands against the desk on either side of your lap as she leans in. Her breasts graze against your chest, her nipples hard and eager as they brush against your skin. "Do I have a deal?" she whispers breathlessly, eyes burning with desire and anticipation.

Tiffany gasps as you pick her up and throw her onto the desk, thrusting into her with one powerful movement. Her back arches off the surface as she cries out in pleasure, legs wrapping around your waist to urge you deeper. Her breasts bounce and jiggle wildly with each rough thrust, nipples erect and aching for more of your attention.

Her hair spills across the desktop like a waterfall, obscuring her face from view as she gives herself over entirely to pleasure. "Oh yes," she moans, hands clutching at nothing but air as you take what you want from her body without mercy. She bucks her hips against yours, meeting every stroke with equal fervor until finally the world spins out of focus and she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering violently as orgasm crashes through her like a wave.

You collapse on top of her, panting heavily as your own release washes over you. For a long moment, there is silence in the room save for their ragged breaths and the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh. The robots stand motionless, eyes fixed on the two of you, monitoring everything that has just transpired with cold, mechanical efficiency.

Finally, as your breathing begins to steady once more, you roll off Tiffany and onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. She remains sprawled out on the desk next to you, chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for you to answer her question one final time.

Tiffany's eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as you thrust inside her again, harder this time. "Yes!" she cries out, arching her back off the desk even further in response to the sensation. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries to pull herself closer, hungry for more of your body.

Her hips rock up and down in perfect rhythm with yours now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the intensity of the movement begins to take its toll on her body once more. Her breasts sway enticingly above you, nipples hard and erect, beckoning you closer for another taste. The robots remain motionless, their silent observation only adding to the thrill of violating Tiffany here in your office.

One of the robots steps forward, its metal hand curled into a fist. Without warning, it slams into Tiffany's mouth, forcing her jaw open and shoving a black dildo inside. Her eyes bulge with surprise and pain as she struggles to breathe through the invader in her mouth. The robot grips the fake cock tightly, using it to roughly fuck Tiffany's face as you continue to thrust into her body.

"Oh fuck yes," Tiffany groans around the intruder in her mouth. Her hips buck up even harder against yours, eager for more of your release deep inside her. The dildo slides in and out of her mouth with each thrust, eliciting muffled moans of pleasure that are almost as arousing as the sounds she makes when you're not listening to them through a metal object. Her body trembles on the edge of orgasm yet again, fighting against the pain of being used so roughly by both you and the robot.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels your release deep inside her. Tiffany arches her back off the desk, body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion as you fill her up with your hot seed. She clings to you tightly, nails digging into your shoulders as she fights against the sensation of being overwhelmed by desire and lust.

The robot pulls the dildo from her mouth roughly, its hand coming away coated in her saliva. It watches impassively as Tiffany's body convulses around yours, pleasure washing over her like a wave one final time before she collapses limply on the desk, spent and satisfied. Her breath comes in heavy pants now, eyes glazed over as she stares up at the ceiling, trying to catch her bearings after such an intense encounter.

The robots remain motionless, silent observers of your post-coital bliss, their gazes unwavering and cold as they continue to monitor every movement you make in case any further interaction between prisoners or guards should occur.

Tiffany snorts derisively and glares up at the robot that violated her mouth earlier. "And what," she says, voice hoarse and still full of lust, "will I have to do for those pills?" Her gaze flickers back down to where your cock slides slowly out of her body. She's obviously not yet done playing games, even as she basks in the afterglow of their coupling.

The robots remain impassive, watching as Tiffany's eyes flit between you and them, clearly trying to gauge how far she can push her luck with each demand. They seem to be content for now to let you handle the interaction yourself, but there's no mistaking the threat they represent if things were to escalate any further.

"No!" Tiffany shrieks, scrambling away from you and off the desk in shock. She glares at the robot closest to her, its metal fingers twitching menacingly as if daring it to move any closer. "That's not part of our deal," she pants, slowly regaining control over her breathing.

Her body is still trembling from your previous onslaught, but adrenaline courses through her veins now as she tries to figure out how far she can push you before things get truly dangerous. The other prisoners remain in place against the wall, watching intently as this new power dynamic plays out between Tiffany and their warden.

Tiffany's eyes widen slightly in surprise as you remove your cock from her body. She takes a tentative step closer, watching it carefully before meeting your gaze once more. Her chest heaves up and down with every ragged breath she takes, her breasts peeking temptingly from behind the desk. "Perhaps..." she begins hesitantly, swallowing hard as she searches for words, "...perhaps we can renegotiate."

Tiffany hesitates, studying the pills you've offered her. Her gaze flickers back up to meet yours before she finally nods slowly in agreement. "Very well," she says with a sultry smile. "For these... I think we can make a new deal." She walks closer, running her fingers along your stomach and down toward your groin, teasing you even as they renegotiate their terms.

The robots remain silent and motionless as you watch Tiffany bend forward slightly, offering herself to you once more. Her breasts brush against your legs as she moves, her nipples hard and aching for attention. You can feel her ass pressing into your crotch as she stands close enough that her heat radiates through your pants, reminding you of what she's willing to offer in exchange for these pills.

As Tiffany adjusts her clothing and straightens up, she smirks at you playfully. "Oh, there will definitely be a next time," she says confidently. "And I'll make sure to have all the girls lined up for you." Her eyes travel down briefly before meeting yours once more, the promise of power and control lacing her words.

She pauses for dramatic effect, then adds casually, "Including Jessica and Vanessa." A look of mock surprise flashes across her face as if she's just thought of something brilliant. "They might be... difficult, but I think I can handle them." Her voice drops to a sultry whisper, leaving no doubt in your mind about what she means by that statement.

Tiffany arches an eyebrow at you inquisitively, cocking her head to the side as she studies your expression. "Very well," she murmurs, "I'll see what I can do." There's a glint of mischief in her eye as she steps closer and brushes against you once more before turning to leave. The robots remain silent, watching until she disappears from view before returning their attention back to you, waiting patiently for your next command.