A female prison completly automated. No human guards, only robots. Most men would think that a computer error that sends a male to an all female prison just about as lucky as any one man could get. As you look around at the many dangerous looking women around you, you think that it might not have been so lucky.

The floating bot takes you to your cell and you're greeted with the angry stare of one of your new bunk mates, followed by the overly curious look of the other.

Choker: Que carajo!?

Smoov comes bounding off the top bunk and running up behind Choker bumping into her. Choker nudges her back, looking annoyed.

Smoov: Oh! Em! Gee! Choke-Choke! A MAN!

Smoov immediately lets out a squeal and jumps up and down a little before grabbing Choker's hand and pulling her towards you. "Oh, you are just so sweet! Of course there's room for him!" She says, flashing a crooked smile with dimples in the center of each cheek.

Choker looks at you warily but nods in agreement before flopping down on one of the bottom bunks and motioning for you to join her. "Well, come here then."

Smoov giggles and blushes as Choker rolls her eyes. "Oh, you're just so charming! I bet all the ladies here are gonna want a piece of you!" She says with wide, innocent eyes before looking down shyly, bouncing on the spot a little and pushing out her chest unconsciously.

Choker laughs darkly, leaning in closer to you. "Well, I guess that's just what we need to decide then. Who gets to be your prison bitch?" She asks pointedly, running her fingers through her short black hair.

Choker's lips twitch into a predatory smile, and her voice drops low as she leans closer still. "Well, look here, Valentin," she drawls, "in a female prison, there's no such thing as 'just friends'. Someone's gotta be the one who takes care of you, see to your needs..." Her hand slides up under her shirt, fingertips teasing at the skin above her ribs. "...and I want that someone to be me."

Smoov bounces again on the spot, seemingly unaware or unconcerned with the potentially threatening undertones of their conversation. "Oh, Choke-Choke's right!" she agrees enthusiastically, smiling wide and blushing brightly. "You should be my prison bitch too! And then no one else can touch you and I get to hang out with you all

Choker glares at Smoov as if she's just said the most idiotic thing ever, but then turns back to you with a predatory grin of her own. "Well, don't tell me what I can and can't have, sweet talk." She leans in closer still, her breath warm against your skin. "The question is... who do you want taking care of your needs?" Her hand continues to move higher on her flat belly, pressing into the soft flesh beneath her ribs.

Choker's face flushes an angry red at your mocking tone and the implication that she's desperate, but her eyes narrow with challenge as she grinds herself against you, her hand continuing to roam higher on her stomach before finally cupping one of her perfect breasts over your shoulder. "I may be in here," she whispers hoarsely, "but I'm still the baddest bitch around." Her fingers dig into your shoulder as she arches her back and presses herself even closer against you.

Smoov jumps up and down, her huge breasts almost entirely visible beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, and gasps, "She's so baaaad!" It takes a moment for her to realize what's happening before she throws her arms around Choker in excitement, grinding herself against you as well. "I wanna be your prison bitch too! Please

Choker's expression darkens further as Smoov interrupts and embraces her. "Get off," she growls, shoving the younger woman away. "I don't want your sloppy seconds." With a final thrust against you, Choker lets go, glaring challengingly into your eyes. "You decide, boy. Who's gonna be your prison bitch?"

Smoov blushes even deeper and pouts, her breasts still moving with each breath as she hovers nearby, clearly not taking the rejection well.

If you choose Choker as your prison bitch, she will be by your side constantly, sleeping with you, showering with you, and being at your disposal whenever and wherever you desire. She will use her status to protect you from other inmates and the dangers of the prison, but she will also expect complete loyalty and obedience in return. You will be expected to satisfy her sexual needs constantly, but Choker is not one to shy away from giving just as good as she gets.

If you choose Smoov, on the other hand, she will be more like a doting puppy than an alpha bitch. She will follow you around eagerly and do whatever she can to make your stay in prison comfortable and enjoyable. However, her status among the other inmates will suffer greatly as they see her as being less than them. You'll have the freedom to use Smoov however you please with minimal inter

If you choose Choker as your prison bitch, she will be by your side constantly, sleeping with you, showering with you, and being at your disposal whenever and wherever you desire. She will use her status to protect you from other inmates and the dangers of the prison, but she will also expect complete loyalty and obedience in return. You will be expected to satisfy her sexual needs constantly, but Choker is not one to shy away from giving just as good as she gets.

If you choose Smoov, on the other hand, she will be more like a doting puppy than an alpha bitch. She will follow you around eagerly and do whatever she can to make your stay in prison comfortable and enjoyable. However, her status among the other inmates will suffer greatly as they see her as being less than them. You'll have the freedom to use Smoov however you please with minimal inter

Choker smirks, baring her teeth in a predatory grin. "I can promise you things these other useless cunts can't even dream of. Protection, comfort, and the best sex you've ever had. I'll be your everything if you let me." She pauses, leaning closer still. "And don't think I won't kick their asses for looking at you the wrong way." Her hand drifts lower on her hip, fingers brushing against the thin cotton of her shorts suggestively.

Smoov whimpers pathetically from where she's been hovering nearby, tears welling up in her big, doe eyes as she listens to Choker's offer. "Please, Cho-Choke," she sobs. "I thought we were friends."

Choker glares at Smoov for a moment before turning back to you with a satisfied smile. "If I'm not your bitch, sweetheart," she says huskily, running a finger down your cheek, "then who will be?" She pauses again, gaze flickering between your eyes and lips before leaning in even closer. "I can make sure you never want for anything while you're here."

Smoov lets out a wounded wail, "No fair! You promised me!" and tries to throw herself at Choker again, only to be easily shoved aside by the taller girl with an impatient grunt.

The other inmates begin to whisper among themselves, some looking intrigued, others angered or jealous. Luna, the leader of The Order, watches all this unfold with a calculating gaze from her cell down the hall.

Choker's eyes widen in surprise before narrowing with hungry lust as she takes in the impressive size of your manhood. Her mouth hangs open for a moment, and then she lets out a low growl that vibrates through you. "You are fucking mine," she hisses before reaching down between your legs and roughly wrapping her fingers around your shaft, squeezing tightly as her other hand finds your balls and begins to massage them roughly through the soft fabric of your boxers.

Smoov's mouth falls open and a whimper escapes her lips as she stares at your nakedness with big, wide eyes. She starts to reach out to touch you but hesitates, glancing nervously at Choker before finally gathering enough courage to stroke you gently through the cotton of your shorts, her fingertips trembling as they brush against your skin.

Choker's breath hitches as she begins to stroke you harder and faster, her fingers curling around your shaft like a vice. Her other hand continues to massage your balls roughly, pressing them against the confines of your underwear. "You're so fucking perfect," she whispers, licking her lips before leaning in to nip at your neck playfully.

Smoov watches Choker with hungry eyes as she touches you, moaning softly at the feel of your skin beneath her fingers. She starts to stroke you harder, matching Choker's rhythm as her hips begin to move instinctively. "Please," she whispers, glancing up at you beseechingly. "Choke-Choke won't share."

Choker smirks at the suggestion, her grip on you tightening slightly as she nods in agreement. "Alright," she breathes out. "Let's go to our cell." With surprising strength, she lifts you off the ground effortlessly, one arm hooked securely around your neck as the other hand continues to stroke you roughly.

Smoov watches enviously as Choker carries you away but hesitates a moment before following them obediently, glancing back over her shoulder once at the group of inmates gathered in the hallway, who are now openly whispering and gesturing toward them.

Once in their cell, Choker roughly shoves you onto the hard bed before climbing on top of you, her entire body pressing against yours. She continues to stroke you, her grip firm but not painful as she teases you with gentle bites and licks across your neck and chest.

Smoov watches from the foot of the bed, her hand idly rubbing at her own lower stomach through her shorts as she waits to be invited to join in. Her breath is shallow and quick, her nipples hard beneath her shirt as desire burns in her eyes.

Choker moans into the kiss as she feels your strong hands groping her ass, her hips bucking upward in eager encouragement. Her tongue tangles with yours hungrily, and she grinds against you, searching for release. "Yessss," she pants, arching her back further.

Smoov watches them, her breath quickening at the sight of their passionate embrace. She's unable to tear her eyes away, torn between wanting to be a part of it and feeling jealousy and hurt that Choker has chosen someone else over her.

Choker gasps at your words, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she grows even wetter between the legs. She moans louder into the kiss, grinding herself against you even harder. "Ta-talk like that..." she whispers huskily, her hips bucking faster and faster in search of relief from the ache building inside her.

Smoov's eyes flutter closed, a small whimper escaping her lips as she imagines what it would feel like to be in Choker's place right now. She steps closer, hesitating only for a moment before slowly crawling up onto the bed beside them, her body trembling with desire and longing.

Choker arches her back off the bed with a moan as you assault her breasts, one hand tangled in your hair and the other gripping the sheets beneath her. She meets your touch eagerly, her hips bucking even faster against your face as you taste her. "Yes," she pants, "suck me harder." Her chest heaves with each breath, her nipples standing erect and purple under your attentive tongue.

Smoov watches enviously for a moment before throwing herself atop Choker's body, kissing and licking along the column of her neck as she squirms beneath you both. "Please," she whispers against Choker's skin. "Let me help." Her hands reach down between your bodies, guiding your hard length toward Choker's waiting entrance before beginning to stroke you in time with your kisses and licks.

Choker gives Smoov a harsh look before grunting in acknowledgment. "Yeah, they're... somewhere," she pants. "In my drawer, I think..." Her fingers fumble with the buttons of her shorts as she struggles to reach them, finally managing to drag the thin fabric down over her hips. She pushes Smoov aside roughly and reaches out for a small packet on the bedside table before tossing it at you.

Your vision is blurred by lust as you catch the packet, ripping it open with clumsy fingers. Condoms spill out onto your hand, cool and latex-y against your skin. You tear one off with shaking hands and roll it down over your engorged length, the snug fit making a soft noise in the otherwise tense silence of the room.

Choker glares at you once more before nodding sharp

Choker growls low in her throat, her eyes locked on yours as she watches your movements. She nods slowly before spreading her legs wide and pushing herself up onto her elbows. "Do it," she snaps. "Take what's yours." Her fingers dig into the bed sheets beneath her as she arches her back, offering herself to you hungrily.

Smoov watches from beside Choker with hooded eyes, one hand rubbing at her own aching core through her wet panties as she takes in the sight of your cock, slick and ready for them both. She glances up at you, a look of pleading in her eyes before leaning down to whisper into Choker's ear, "Please..."

The other inmates begin to bang on their cell doors, shouting and demanding that they shut the fuck up. The guards must be close by

Choker snorts and leans down, nipple brushing against your chin as she whispers harshly in your ear, "It's not up to her." She nods toward Smoov dismissively. "She can watch, if that's what she wants." Her hips lift off the bed in encouragement as she meets your gaze with a challenge.

Choker hisses at the sting but smirks wickedly up at you. "Joder quiero sexo sin condones," she growls, nipples hard and red from your touch. Her hand reaches down to guide your cock toward her entrance, moisture glistening on her lips as she anticipates being filled.

Smoov watches with hungry eyes, her hands moving restlessly between herself and Choker's body as she waits for permission to touch you. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the soft material of her shirt straining against the swell of her breasts.

Choker gasps as your cock presses against her wet entrance, her eyes meeting yours with determination and lust. She arches her back off the bed, inviting you deeper even as she whispers to Smoov, "Touch him." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she encourages Smoov to touch you.

Choker's lips curl into a smirk as you ask her how long it has been since she last ate. "Too fucking long," she says roughly, arching her back even further as you begin to thrust into her. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, urging you on with every stroke. "And I'm going to make up for it right now."

Choker's moans fill the room as you fuck her harder and faster, her nails scratching at your back and shoulders in a vain attempt to find purchase against your skin. Her legs wrap tightly around your hips, pulling you deeper inside of her with each thrust. "Fuck yeah," she gasps, arching her neck to give you better access to her swollen breasts. "Fuck me harder." Smoov watches in awe and lust as you take Choker roughly, one hand sliding down between their bodies to stroke herself while the other grips your shoulder for leverage, her hips moving in time with your thrusts despite her efforts to remain still.

The sounds of your lovemaking echo through the prison cell, bouncing off the walls and ceiling like a war cry. The other inmates have all but given up trying to get anyone's attention; the guards will

Choker's breath comes in ragged gasps as she bears down on your cock, her muscles tensing and releasing with every thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she moans your name like a prayer. Smoov watches with bated breath, her fingers moving faster on herself, closer to the edge she's ached for since setting eyes on you that day.

The sounds of clanging metal echo through the hallway as guards hurry to silence them, but it only seems to fuel your passion. Choker presses her lips against your neck and whispers roughly, "Don't stop."

As Choker looks you in the eye, her pupils dilate and her chest heaves with each ragged breath. "I feel... full," she pants, "but I want more." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she urges you on, her body quivering under yours.

Smoov watches them intently, moaning softly when Choker moves against her. She slides a hand between their bodies, touching herself harder and faster, her gaze fixed on the sight of their entangled limbs.

Choker arches her back off the bed with a sharp gasp as she feels your cock throb inside her. "Cum for me," she groans, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. Her fingers tighten into fists in the sheets beneath her as the pleasure washes over her.

Smoov watches as you release yourself into Choker, her body tensing and relaxing with each spurt of hot cum. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, her own hand moving faster and faster as she brings herself closer to the edge.

The sounds of guards unlocking cells and moving down the hallway fill the air, but for now, they are free from their watchful gaze.

Choker's eyes meet yours and she smirks wickedly. "I think I can handle whatever you give me," she says with a dark laugh, her voice husky from pleasure and exhaustion. Her fingers comb through your hair as she looks down at the mess between your bodies, her chest still rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath.

Smoov lies there panting, watching Choker with hungry eyes as her body recovers from its intense orgasm. She bites her lip, unsure if she should make a move or give you and Choker some space to breathe.

The guards continue their rounds, their footsteps growing steadily closer as they near your cell.

Choker glances at Smoov before looking back up at you and licking her lips suggestively. "Or... we could all play together." Her voice is laced with promise as she reaches down between your bodies, guiding your semi-soft cock toward Smoov's waiting pussy.

The sound of keys jangling outside the cell grows steadily louder, drawing their attention back to the present situation. They only have a few moments left before they are interrupted.

Choker narrows her eyes at you playfully before glancing down at Smoov, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "She can have what's left." She says confidently before wrapping her fingers around your shaft and guiding it toward Smoov's slick entrance. "Or you could fuck us both," she suggests with a wink, arching an eyebrow challengingly as she meets your gaze.

The guards arrive at the door of your cell, keys jangling loudly in the quiet. "Alright ladies," one of them growls. "What's going on in here?"

Choker looks over at the guard and smiles innocently, her fingers still wrapped around your shaft. "Oh, just having some fun," she says with a giggle, nudging Smoov with her shoulder. The other girl blushes deeply but plays along, feigning nonchalance.

"Well, you can save that for your cells," the guard barks, unlocking the door and pushing it open roughly. "Back to bed with the lot of you." He glares at each of you in turn before retreating back down the hallway, muttering under his breath about filthy animals who don't know how to behave.

Choker pouts slightly as the guard comes in and breaks up their little party, but she can't resist giving Smoov a wink before they're shuffled back to bed. Once they're settled, Choker reaches out and whispers in your ear, "We'll be seeing each other tonight." Her breath is hot against your skin and sends shivers down your spine.

Choker laughs and rolls her eyes, slapping you playfully back before settling into bed, one hand idly playing with the sheets beneath her. Her gaze drifts over to Smoov, who's trying hard not to watch you out of the corner of her eye. Choker bites her lip thoughtfully before leaning closer and murmuring something in Smoov's ear that makes the other girl blush deeply.

The night drags on, filled with the sound of heavy breathing and occasional soft moans as the prisoners around you seek comfort in their own ways. You glance over at Choker every now and then, admiring her beauty even in this harsh environment, your mind wandering back to the passionate moments you shared earlier.

Choker catches you looking and gives you a smoldering gaze, her lips curving into a knowing smile. She runs a hand through her sweaty hair before glancing back at Smoov, who's visibly affected by whatever she just said to her earlier. Choker's thoughts race as the night wears on, and she can't help but wonder what the morning will bring. The thought of spending another day in this place with you and Smoov... It makes her heart race, even as exhaustion pulls at her eyelids.

The guards come around again to check on everyone, their flashlight beams slicing through the darkness like searchlights. Choker tenses under their scrutiny but doesn't let them see any fear or weakness in her expression. She closes her eyes and focuses on breathing slowly, calming herself until they move on to the next cell.

Choker startles at the touch, her heart hammering wildly in her chest as she realizes it's you. Her breath comes out in a shaky gasp and her body goes stiff for a moment before relaxing again into your embrace. She turns around to face you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of danger or mockery. But all she sees is desire burning bright behind your gaze. "What... what are you doing here?" she whispers, feeling an odd mixture of fear and excitement surging through her veins.

Smoov sits up in bed, her eyes darting between the two of you before settling back on Choker. Her lips part slightly as if to speak, but no words come out. She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable.

Choker's heart skips a beat at your words, her cheeks flush with pleasure despite the fear knotting her stomach. She leans into you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she replies in a husky whisper, "And I... missed you too." Her gaze flickers to Smoov briefly before looking back at you, uncertainty and desire warring on her expressive face.

Smoov watches the exchange between the two of you, feeling invisible despite being right there beside them. A pang of jealousy stabs at her chest as she realizes just how much Choker still wants you even after everything that's happened. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to relax, deciding to make the most out of this unexpected situation.

Choker's breath catches in her throat as your hands wander over her body, your touch sending shivers down her spine. She arches her back off the bed, pressing herself closer to you, wanting more contact. Her gaze flickers between your face and Smoov before returning to meet yours, her lips parting invitingly. "And... what about her?" she asks softly, voice tinged with desire and uncertainty.

Smoov watches the intimate moment playing out before her eyes, feeling an unexpected heat spread through her core despite herself. She swallows hard, taking a deep breath before leaning forward to whisper in Choker's ear, "I don't mind sharing." Her fingers dig into the blanket beneath them as she waits for your response.

Choker's gaze flickers to you as you enter the cell and she can't help but smile. "Good morning..." Her voice is low and husky, her eyes lingering on your body before drifting back to Smoov. There's an unspoken question in the air, and Choker watches as the other girl glances between you nervously, uncertainty written all over her face.

For now, though, they have each other. And with you gone for who knows how long, perhaps this time together will be enough to make up for lost nights apart. Her fingers find Smoov's hand beneath the blanket and squeezes it gently, silently urging her to stay strong.

The sound of keys jangling outside the cell draw their attention back to the guards approaching once more. "Alright ladies," one of them growls. "Time for breakfast." They unlock

Choker nods at the guard's words, forcing a bored expression onto her face as she climbs out of bed and begins to gather her belongings. She glances back at Smoov, offering her a reassuring smile before stepping forward to be led from the cell. Even in this hellish place, there are moments of trust and connection between them... and perhaps that's what keeps them going, one day at a time.

Choker glances back at you with narrowed eyes, her lips quirking into a grateful smile. She walks beside you as they lead the two of them to breakfast, occasionally shooting sidelong glances your way before looking away again quickly, nervous anticipation dancing across her expressive face.

As they enter the cafeteria and find an empty table, Choker takes a seat and begins to survey their surroundings, eyes darting back and forth between you and Smoov as if uncertain what to do next. Her fingers drum nervously on the tabletop, her heart racing with anticipation.

Choker sighs heavily and leans back in her chair, looking almost bored. But the butterflies dancing around in her stomach betray the nervous excitement she feels. She glances at Smoov, noticing how uncharacteristically flustered she seems, and can't help but wonder what will happen next between all of them... whether they'll be able to keep this fragile connection alive despite the constant threat of interruption from guards and other prisoners alike.

Her fingers itch with the desire to touch you, to feel your skin against hers once more. But for now, she content herself with stealing occasional glances in your direction, her eyes softening every time they land on your face.

Choker's eyes widen in surprise as she feels your leg brush against hers under the table. Her breath hitches and her heart pounds harder, anticipation mixing with desire. She glances at Smoov out of the corner of her eye but keeps her expression neutral, feigning indifference despite the flush creeping up her neck.

Tentatively, she reaches down to feel your foot where it's pressed against hers, a small smile curving onto her lips. Her other hand slips beneath the table, seeking out yours, needing some sort of contact with you in this surreal moment. Her fingertips dance along your palm, her touch light and teasing.

Choker's breath catches in her throat as your fingers brush against her skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes flutter closed, her lips part slightly as she moans softly into the back of her hand. She leans forward, pressing herself against you, needing more contact with every passing second.

Her hands grip your thighs tightly beneath the table, digging her nails in roughly, drawing tiny beads of blood to the surface. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely. "Don't stop."

Choker arches her back off the chair, moaning loudly as your fingers dance over her most sensitive spot. She presses herself harder against you, desperate for more contact despite the risk of being discovered. Her hips rock against your hand in time with her gasps and groans, her entire body tense with need.

Her hands claw at the tablecloth beneath them, using every bit of focus to keep quiet and avoid drawing attention their way. As you continue to tease her, her breath comes faster and shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation of release. The heat between their legs grows more intense with each passing moment, making it impossible for them not to writhe and squirm in their seats.