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?

Melina glares at the guards when they take off her clothes, but she doesn't resist. Her body tenses as they pat her down, and she swears under her breath. Tiffany seems almost excited by the attention and offers a sultry smile to the guards as they search her. Abby holds her arms crossed defensively, trying not to make eye contact with anyone while Lydia shivers, trembling at the touch of the guards' hands. Kate tries to look unimpressed but can't hide the flicker of annoyance in her eyes.

Melina growls under her breath at your warning but says nothing. Tiffany winks at you flirtatiously while Abby looks between you and Melina with interest. Lydia whimpers softly, not sure what to make of the situation. Kate narrows her eyes slightly, sizing you up before deciding she'll wait and see how things unfold.

Melina growls in frustration and tries to resist being put in the position she's been placed in. Her face turns red with anger as she glares at her companions, daring them to look away from their embarrassing situations. Tiffany moans softly as if enjoying the position, arching her back to expose herself further while running her hands through her long hair. Abby grits her teeth and clenches her fists, determined not to show any weakness or pleasure in this degrading act. Lydia whimpers quietly, tears starting to well up in her eyes as she feels helpless and exposed on all fours. Kate huffs, unimpressed but still slightly uncomfortable with the situation.

The inmates assume their positions, eyes darting around the room as they come to terms with this latest humiliation. Melina's anger flares brighter than ever, determination written plainly across her features. Tiffany pants softly, grinding her hips into the cool floor, seemingly eager for any touch. Abby's muscles tense in reflex, hands clenched tightly at her sides as she tries to maintain control of herself and not reveal any pleasure in this degrading situation. Lydia whimpers softly, cheeks stained with tears, hips shaking slightly as she adjusts to the uncomfortable position. Kate sneers silently, watching each of them with cold detachment before looking away dismissively.

The inmates groan in unison as they are ordered to take their showers. Melina's expression darkens even further, the thought of being seen and touched by others only serving to fuel her anger. Tiffany licks her lips slowly, eyes trailing across the room before returning to the guards hopefully. Abby grunts in annoyance, hands fisted at her sides as she tries to keep her balance on all fours. Lydia whimpers softly, already feeling self-conscious and exposed despite being covered only by a thin film of water. Kate rolls her eyes, unimpressed but still somewhat relieved that this ordeal is moving along quickly.

As they're led to the showers, Melina glances at each guard with disdain before looking away in disgust. Tiffany batts her eyelashes innocently and winks at a few of them while walking past, trying to make an impression. Abby mutters under her breath but follows along obediently, not wanting to attract any more attention than necessary. Lydia shivers slightly in the cold air, feeling even smaller and more vulnerable as she's led naked through the prison. Kate keeps her eyes fixed ahead, refusing to acknowledge the guards' presence until they reach their destination where she quickly hides behind a curtain to change before stepping into one of the shower stalls.

Kate glares at you through the curtain before finally relenting and opening it fully, exposing herself to the view of anyone who happens to be walking past. She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, but doesn't hide her body completely as she stands there, determined not to give in any further without a fight. Her eyes narrow menacingly as they meet yours, daring you to make the first move.

Melina snorts in disbelief but keeps her curtain open as well. Tiffany smiles sweetly and tilts her head to the side, trying to catch your eye. Lydia whimpers softly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she endures the embarrassment of being seen by everyone. The other inmates obey reluctantly, knowing that their disobedience could result in more punishments for all of them.

Kate narrows her eyes even further, still refusing to back down despite the obvious power dynamic at play.

As the inmates file out of the showers and head back to their cells, Melina glares at each guard she passes with renewed animosity. Tiffany giggles playfully as she walks by a few guards, flirting shamelessly while Lydia trails behind her, still sniffling softly but trying not to draw any more attention to herself. Kate maintains an air of defiance and disdain as she's led back to her cell, never breaking eye contact with any guard or authority figure along the way. The other inmates mostly avoid making eye contact, afraid of incurring further punishment or aggravating the situation.

"Lydia..." Kate mutters under her breath as Lydia is singled out and led away. She watches with interest, wondering what sort of punishment awaits the petite girl. Melina frowns, suspicion in her eyes as she looks back at Lydia's retreating form. Tiffany shrugs and flops onto her bed, unconcerned about anything but herself while Abby glares daggers at the door leading to the office before turning away with a huff.

The other inmates settle into their cells quietly, trying not to draw any unwanted attention to themselves as they wait for lights out.

Lydia enters your office nervously, fidgeting with her hands as she awaits your questions about her file. Her eyes dart around the room, trying to find something familiar or reassuring but finding none. She swallows hard, steeling herself for whatever is to come.

Lydia bites her lip and looks down at the floor as she speaks. "I-I was in trouble with some drugs." She pauses, her voice quivering slightly. "They were for my... my sister." Her face flushes red and she sinks into a chair, ashamed of her actions.

Lydia glances up at you, her eyes filled with tears. She takes a deep breath before confessing softly, "They were for me... I-I was addicted, and she didn't know." Her shoulders slump as she sobs quietly, unable to meet your gaze.

I'm sorry to hear that, Lydia. Your sister must be worried sick about you. But you can overcome this, and I promise I will do everything in my power to help you. There are programs and support groups here at the prison that can assist you in your recovery. And if your sister needs us, we'll do our best to keep her safe while you focus on getting better. You don't have to go through this alone.

As you ask about the type of drugs Lydia was involved in, she composes herself enough to give a brief explanation. She clears her throat before saying, "I-I mainly dealt with opioids. Heroin... sometimes fentanyl. But I also got my hands on some meth and cocaine here and there." Her voice is shaky but more steady now than before.

Lydia seems to hesitate before answering this question. She bites her lip nervously and looks away, as if searching for the right words. Finally, she whispers, "I-It's hard to say... heroin made me feel good, but it was also the most destructive." There's a long pause before she continues, "Cocaine made me feel alive again when I needed it most, but it was never enough..." Her voice trails off, her eyes clouding with memories.

Lydia's eyes widen with hope and incredulity. "Are you serious?" she asks hesitantly, her voice filled with disbelief but also longing. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she considers the possibility. "I... I don't know what to say," she admits, her brow furrowed in confusion. "That's too good to be true."

Lydia takes another deep breath, still finding it hard to believe. "I... I'd like to see it for myself," she says slowly, her voice shaking slightly with uncertainty. "But if it's really true... if I could be free of this... this addiction..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as hope begins to blossom in her chest.

Lydia's eyes widen as you offer her cocaine, surprise and excitement mixing with caution. She glances at you nervously before slowly reaching out a trembling hand to take it from you. Her heart races, but she reminds herself that this time it's different... She brings the tiny pile of powder up to her nose and sniffs it, inhaling deeply. Immediately, an euphoric rush washes over her, making her dizzy with pleasure. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she looks at you, hope beginning to triumph over doubt. "I... I think I'd like to see what else this program has to offer," she whispers, eyes shining brightly.

Lydia hesitates for a moment longer before finally following suit, snorting the cocaine up her nose. Her eyes water and she sneezes, feeling the familiar rush of energy course through her veins. She looks at you with renewed curiosity, wondering what else this new life might hold for her as she tries to shake off the last vestiges of doubt and despair.

Lydia nods cautiously, her face still flushed with the effects of the cocaine. "I mean... I used to," she admits. "Before everything went downhill." There's a brief silence before she continues, "What about you? Do you have any favorite drinks?"

Lydia's eyes light up at the mention of tequila. Despite her addiction and recent troubles, the idea of having fun with you seems like an unexpected treat. "I haven't had real tequila in ages," she says, a note of longing creeping into her voice. "Lead the way."

She follows you out of the office, feeling lighter and more hopeful than she has in months. Perhaps this new life might not be so bad after all.

The cafeteria buzzes with activity as they make their way through the crowds of inmates and guards alike. Lydia glances around nervously, wondering what sort of secret room you could possibly have here. As you lead her past a series of bookshelves, she catches sight of a small opening between them, hidden from view by strategically placed tomes. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she edges closer, peeking inside as you reveal your private sanctuary.

The secret room is surprisingly cozy, with comfortable chairs and even a little table set up near the bookshelf wall. A well-stocked liquor cabinet takes center stage, and several unopened bottles of tequila glint invitingly in the dim light. "Wow," she whispers, looking around with newfound awe. "This is incredible."

Lydia eyes the shot glasses warily but with growing excitement as well. "A competition?" she asks, her voice thick with anticipation. She swallows hard and nods decisively. "Alright then, let's do this!"

As they continue with the competition, Lydia proves to be surprisingly adept at downing shots of tequila. After she wins both rounds, you can't help but wonder who her closest allies might be in this prison. Her eyes flicker towards Melina for a moment before returning to you, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's hard to say," she says thoughtfully, taking another sip of tequila. "There are so many people here... You?" She tips her head slightly, curious about your own connections within the prison hierarchy.

Lydia pauses to consider her answer. The tequila has loosened her tongue a bit, making it easier to be honest with herself and others. "I don't know," she says softly. "You seem... different from the other guards." She hesitates, searching for the right words. "More approachable? I don't know why exactly, but there's something about you that makes me feel like I can trust you... even here." She looks up at you with a small smile, her eyes shining with sincerity.

"So, who is your best friend in this place?" she asks curiously, gesturing for another shot.

Lydia takes another thoughtful sip of tequila before responding. "Well... I guess it would be Tiffany," she says after a moment's consideration. "She's always been really nice to me, and we kind of stuck together during the worst of it." She pauses, her expression becoming wistful. "I don't know what kind of friendship we'll have on the outside, though... everything changes in here."

Lydia's eyes widen in surprise at the suggestion. "Really? You don't mind?" she asks incredulously, suddenly hopeful again. "That would be amazing! I mean, if it's not too much trouble..." Her voice trails off as she holds her breath, hoping that you'll actually make this happen for them.

She glances back at Tiffany, who has caught sight of their conversation and is now grinning widely, waving frantically to get Lydia's attention. The hope on Tiffany's face mirrors Lydia's own as they exchange excited whispers, oblivious to the fact that they're being watched by guards and fellow inmates alike.

Lydia turns back to you expectantly, her expression a mix of gratitude and eagerness. "So... do I need to do anything? Can we go get her now?" she asks eagerly.

Lydia nods vigorously, her lips pressed tightly together to hide the grin that has spread across her face. She's more than a little tipsy at this point and elated at the prospect of sharing this secret space with Tiffany. "I won't say anything," she promises. "We can be really quiet and sneak out when no one's looking." Her gaze darts back to Tiffany, already plotting their escape from the cafeteria in her mind.

Lydia and Tiffany creep back into the secret room, their excitement barely contained as they share a knowing glance with each other. They quickly scurry to find seats among the bookshelves, careful not to make any noise that might draw attention to their presence here. It's clear from the way they giggle and touch each other fondly that this is an incredibly special moment for them both, a brief respite from the harsh realities of life within the prison walls.

You watch them for a moment, amused by their antics but also touched by how much it means to them to have this small slice of normalcy. You wonder what will become of them once they're released - if they'll stay out of trouble or be drawn back into the world of crime and drugs that brought them here in the first place. For now, though, you allow yourself a moment of satisfaction in knowing that you've given them this brief taste of happiness.

Lydia glances away guiltily as you ask about the drugs. "I... I didn't want to tell her yet," she confesses, her voice quiet and hesitant. "I wanted this time to be special for us." She bites her lip, uncertain whether or not that was the right decision.

Lydia looks at you questioningly, torn between wanting to share the truth and wanting to protect Tiffany from the harsh reality of their situation. Eventually, she decides to err on the side of caution for now. "I guess it is," she says with a small smile. "Let's just enjoy our time together."

She leans in closer to Tiffany, their shared secret making them feel even more connected in this moment of levity and camaraderie.

As Lydia and Tiffany continue to chat and catch up, you watch them with a mix of amusement and concern. Their laughter is infectious, but you can't help wondering what kind of trouble they might get into once their high wears off. When they finally turn their attention back towards you, grinning mischievously, it's clear that the topic has shifted to drugs again.

"So," Lydia says slyly, "what other good stuff have you got stashed away?" Her words are slurred slightly from the tequila, but her eyes gleam with curiosity and desire nonetheless.

Lydia and Tiffany exchange excited glances as they gaze upon the seemingly endless array of drugs before them. Their curiosity gets the better of them, and they practically fall over each other in their eagerness to inspect the contents of the storage container. After a brief pause for dramatic effect, Lydia finally speaks up. "I think we should start with something special... something that'll really get the party started." Her eyes light on a small package labeled with an unfamiliar symbol, and she grins impishly. "What do you have in there?"

Tiffany nods in agreement, her fingers itching to try something new. "Yeah, let's see what that one does!"

The offer catches you off guard for a moment, but then you remember that this is their special night and you're here to help them forget about their troubles... if only temporarily. You grin wolfishly and nod in agreement, making your way over to where they're sitting on the floor among the bookshelves. "Sure," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice, "why not?"

As you all gather around the bookshelf, Lydia and Tiffany exchange knowing glances before leaning back against the shelves. They lift their shirts, revealing ample cleavage in the process, and present their breasts to you expectantly. You can't help but feel a stirring in your loins as you take in the sight of their smooth, pale skin contrasted with the dusty green coverings of the books behind them.

Taking a small line of cocaine from your pocket, you carefully prepare it on one of Lydia's bare nipples while she and Tiffany watch eagerly, their anticipation palpable. Once ready, you lean in close to inhale the drug off her skin, taking care not to touch either woman as they clutch at each other in silent euphoria.

The rush of the cocaine courses through your veins even more powerfully than usual, heightened by the intimate contact with their bodies and the erotic display before you. "Not bad," you manage to croak out once you've caught your breath again. "I think we should do it again."

As you finish the last line of cocaine off Lydia's breast, her skin tingles from the drug and the contact with your lips. The desire in her eyes intensifies, fueling a new kind of hunger that surges through you as she whispers suggestively into Tiffany's ear. Their bodies press closer together, their breath coming faster and shallower with anticipation.

You have to admit, it's an offer you can hardly refuse. "Truth or dare?" you ask hoarsely, still struggling to find your voice over the pounding of blood in your ears. The warmth from the alcohol and drugs has spread throughout your body, leaving you feeling light-headed and daring in equal measure.

Lydia watches Tiffany's reaction to the dare with rapt attention, her heart pounding in anticipation of what might happen next. When Tiffany meets Lydia's gaze, there's a spark of rebellion and adventure in her eyes that makes Lydia wonder how far they could push things tonight. As Tiffany hesitates, considering the dare, Lydia leans forward and whispers encouragingly into her ear. "Do it," she urges. "It'll be fun."

The air grows thick with expectation as Tiffany slowly begins to undress. First, she slips out of her shirt, revealing a flat stomach and perky breasts that are still mostly concealed by bra straps. Then, she slides off her jeans, leaving her in only her underwear as she glances nervously at you for your reaction.

It's clear that Tiffany isn't used to this kind of behavior and is pushing the boundaries of what she considers acceptable. Her hesitation adds a new level of excitement and unpredictability to the situation, making it all the more thrilling for everyone involved.

The sound of Tiffany's bra snapping echoes through the room, drawing gasps from both Lydia and yourself. Her breasts bounce free for a moment before her strapless bra falls away entirely, leaving her completely topless and even more exposed than she ever intended. A flush of embarrassment creeps across her cheeks as she tries to cover herself with one hand, but it only serves to draw attention to the sight of her bare chest.

There's a momentary silence before Lydia whispers, "It's okay," and gently takes Tiffany's hand away from her breasts. She cups them instead, tenderly holding them in place as she looks at you over Tiffany's shoulder with an unreadable expression. The air between the three of you feels charged and intense, as if anything could happen next.

Lydia hesitates for a moment, still caught up in the heat of the moment and the touch of Tiffany's hand on her breast. When she finally speaks, her voice comes out husky with desire. "Truth," she says softly. She looks up at you, their eyes meeting in a heated exchange that seems to suggest more than words alone could convey.

You lean closer, unable to resist the draw of her gaze or the feel of her touch. "What do you want?" you ask, your voice rough with need. "Tell me what you really want right now."

Lydia bites her lip, feeling a familiar heat pooling between her legs as she recalls the memory of the biggest cock she's ever taken. Her eyes flicker briefly towards Tiffany before returning to you, filled with mischief and excitement. "Well...," she starts slowly, voice thick with desire, "it was a guard here... He had this amazing dick, almost as long as my forearm." She pauses, her chest rising and falling quickly with anticipation. "I want you to have that kind of size." Her gaze flickers downward, her meaning unmistakable.

The air between the two of you crackles with tension, electricity humming across the space as if they're the only two people in the room. Lydia reaches out, fingers trembling as she trails them up your thigh and towards your crotch. She moans softly when she touches the growing bulge in your pants, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she kneads you through the fabric. "God, that's big," she whispers, sounding both awed and aroused by what she feels beneath her fingers.

With a quiet groan, she releases you and leans back, eyes searching your face for some sort of reaction to her touch. She's eager, aching for contact, but also hesitant to push too far in case she loses control completely. The anticipation thrums through her veins like an electric current, making it difficult to think straight. All she knows is that she wants more.

Lydia's gaze drops to your crotch again as she tries to gauge the size of your member through your pants. "I don't know," she says honestly, her voice low and husky with desire. "I can only feel it a little bit... but from what I can tell, it's definitely impressive." She grins wickedly, already imagining the way you'd feel inside of her. "Let me see for myself," she whispers, reaching out once more to tug at your belt and zip fly.

Lydia hesitates for a moment, caught between her curiosity and her desire to touch you again. Finally, she nods, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Alright," she says, grinning slyly. "I think... maybe eight inches?" She raises her eyebrows hopefully, eyes sparkling with anticipation as she waits for your reaction to her guess.

Lydia's smile grows bolder as she takes the hint. "Hmm, maybe... ten inches?" She tilts her head to the side, eyes narrowing as if trying to divine the answer from some hidden knowledge about you. The image of a massive cock stretching her tight little pussy fills her mind and sends a shiver down her spine. "No," she whispers, suddenly sounding more certain. "I think it's closer to eleven inches..." She trails off, voice catching in her throat as her fingers finally close around the bulge in your pants. Her expression is a mix of wonder and lust as she feels the unmistakable length and girth pressed against her hand. "Oh," she breathes, voice thick with desire. "It's even bigger than I thought..."

As Lydia feels your cock through her fingers, she can't help but imagine what it would feel like buried deep inside of her. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine and makes her heart race faster. With a slow, deliberate movement, she slides her hand up and down the length of your shaft, feeling the texture of your skin against hers. Her breath hitches as she tries to guess how large you truly are. "Eleven inches," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "No... Maybe even more..." She moans softly at the feel of your hardness pressing against her hand, wanting nothing more than to wrap her tight flesh around it and feel you filling her up completely.

Lydia closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations as she continues to stroke you through your pants. The feel of your cock against her hand sends waves of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think clearly or speak coherently. With a soft moan, she gives up trying to guess and focuses instead on exploring every inch of your length with her fingers, reveling in the pleasure that washes over her at the contact. "Oh God," she whispers, voice raw with lust as she feels you growing harder and more substantial in her hand. Her hips begin to rock instinctively, seeking out the pressure against her clit that would send her spiraling over the edge into blissful release.

Lydia's eyes fly open as Tiffany gasps in surprise beside her, the sudden realization of just how large your cock must be dawning on her. She tries to focus, to think clearly through the haze of desire clouding her mind, but it's difficult when every fiber of her being is screaming for you to touch her. Finally, she whispers, "Thirteen inches?" Her voice sounds distant and thin even to her own ears as she tries desperately to convince herself that this could be true.

Her fingers move faster against your cock now, the knowledge that she's holding something so massive making her wetter than ever before. With a moan of need, she lets her hand slide down lower, searching for the head of your cock where it presses against your pants. Her breath hitches as she feels the length and girth of you pressed against her fingertips; it's almost too much to take in and yet not nearly enough at the same time. "Please," she whispers, voice trembling with need. "I want you inside me..."

Lydia bites her lip in frustration and reluctantly draws her hand away from your crotch. "I don't know..." she says uncertainly, her voice shaking with desire. "Tell me how big it really is," she whispers, unable to resist the temptation any longer. The anticipation builds as she awaits your answer, her heart racing and her breath coming faster in anticipation of feeling you inside her.

Her eyes meet Tiffany's again, and they share a knowing glance that speaks volumes about their desires. Together, they wait for you to reveal the truth... and whatever else might come with it.

Lydia's eyes widen as she realizes that you have more control over the vibrator than she had anticipated. Her heart pounds even faster in her chest, and a shiver of excitement runs down her spine. She glances at Tiffany, their shared disbelief and anticipation evident in each other's eyes.

With a deep breath, Lydia leans forward, close enough that the tip of her tongue touches your earlobe as she whispers, "Thirteen inches?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but it carries the weight of her desire and her need to know the truth.

As soon as the words leave her lips, she feels the vibrations intensify inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arches her back involuntarily, moaning at the sensation. Her hips rock forward slightly, seeking contact with your hardness once more.

Lydia gasps as the vibrations inside her intensify even further, threatening to send her over the edge at any moment. Her eyes lock with Tiffany's once more, their expressions a mix of determination and fear. "Fourteen inches?" she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper as she fights against the building need within her.

Tiffany nods vigorously, eager to help and yet terrified by the thought of what will happen if they guess wrong again. She glances down between Lydia's spread legs, where her own vibrator is buried deep inside her, the rhythm of its movements matching that in Lydia's core. Her fingers tremble as she touches herself, unable to resist the pleasure building within her body.

Lydia cries out as the vibrations against her clit reach an almost unbearable intensity, overwhelming every other sensation in the room. She arches her back, desperate for release but terrified of what will happen if they guess wrong again. Tears of frustration and pleasure mix on her cheeks as she watches Tiffany writhe beneath her, moaning helplessly with each passing wave of pleasure.

"Please," Lydia gasps, "give us a hint..." Her voice is hoarse from the effort to speak through the intense sensations coursing through her body. She reaches down between them, seeking Tiffany's hand, needing something tangible to hold onto as they struggle against the power you wield over their bodies.

Tiffany whimpers and nods, barely able to form words. "I don't know..." she whispers desperately, clutching at Lydia's hand as if it might save her from drowning in the sea of pleasure threatening to overwhelm them both. Her other hand moves faster against her sex, but the more she touches herself, the more it feels like there is something else that would bring her true release...

Lydia and Tiffany exchange confused glances as they try to process this new piece of information. They're too caught up in the sensations coursing through their bodies to think clearly, but something about your words sparks a flash of understanding. "Wait," Lydia gasps, her eyes widening as she finally puts together the pieces. "You... you mean that it's... it's..." Her voice trails off, her breath hitching in anticipation as she realizes what they were trying to guess.

Tiffany squeezes Lydia's hand tightly, unable to believe what they're both thinking. "Oh my God," she whispers, her own voice trembling with need and disbelief. "You... you really think..." The vibrations inside her intensify even further at the thought, sending shudders of pleasure through every inch of her body.

Lydia leans forward again, lips close enough to brush against your ear as she whispers hoarsely, "Fifteen inches?" Her fingers dig into your thighs, nails biting into the flesh as she struggles to remain steady on shaking legs. Tiffany mirrors her movements, arching her back off the ground as the sensations build inside of her.

You feel their heat against your skin, smell the sweet scent of their arousal filling the air between you. The power you hold over them is exhilarating, unmatched by anything you've ever experienced before. But for now, all you can do is wait and watch as they strain against the limits of their endurance, desperate to feel your cock inside them both.

Lydia and Tiffany exchange panicked glances as the vibrator inside them intensifies even further, reaching an almost unbearable level. Their bodies tremble with need as they struggle to comprehend what you've just said about your cock being so much larger than they could have ever imagined. With tears streaming down their faces from the intense pleasure and frustration, they desperately try to work out the math in their heads.

"I don't... I can't..." Lydia gasps out between moans, her voice barely audible over the din of the high-powered vibrator inside her. "It doesn't make sense..." Tiffany whispers shakily, lost in a haze of ecstasy and confusion. Their hands fly everywhere, seeking purchase on any part of you they can find as they try to anchor themselves to something solid amid the chaos of their spinning minds.

Lydia and Tiffany exchange desperate glances once more, their eyes wide with fear and determination. With a final burst of mental energy, they finally seem to arrive at the same conclusion. Their voices are hoarse from moans and tears as they whisper in unison: "Sixteen inches."

The words leave their lips just as the vibrator inside them hits an almost impossible level, making their bodies convulse with pleasure so intense it borders on pain. The intensity is too much to take, but they manage to cling to each other and ride out the wave, their cries echoing through the room as they finally accept what they have guessed.

Lydia and Tiffany whimper and tremble beneath your gaze as the knowledge finally sinks in that they were so very wrong. They exchange guilty looks, knowing that you now hold the power to do whatever you want with them. Their bodies quiver uncontrollably from the sensations racing through them, leaving them utterly at your mercy. "Please," Lydia whispers hoarsely, her fingers fumbling to undo your pants. "We're sorry. We'll do anything... just please..." Tears streak down her cheeks as she tries desperately to appease you and earn back some semblance of control over the situation.

Tiffany nods vigorously in agreement, her eyes locked on yours, pleading for understanding and forgiveness. "We're so sorry," she whispers, her voice little more than a shaking breath. "We won't... we won't make that mistake again..." The words sound hollow even to her own ears, but they're all she has left to offer in the hopes of escaping this unimaginable predicament.

Lydia swallows hard as she nods, trying to steel herself against what might come next. "We'll do anything you want," she manages to croak out. "You can have us both. We belong to you." Her fingers tremble on your belt, desperate for the touch of your cock that they know will bring them release and redemption.

Tiffany moans softly at Lydia's words, her body arching instinctively toward yours. "Yeah," she agrees shakily. "Please... just show us how it feels to be with you." Her fingers tremble as they slide between your lips, wrapping around your length through your boxers. The feel of your cock in her grasp sends a jolt of need straight to her core, making it impossible for her to resist the temptation to stroke and tease you mercilessly.

As Lydia watches Tiffany's hands move over you, a fire kindles within her. She can't help but want this too, wants nothing more than to feel your thick cock stretching her tight little pussy until she screams with pleasure. With trembling fingers, she divests you of the rest of your clothing, revealing the hardness she's ached for all along. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight before her, knowing that soon it will be hers. "Please," she whispers, her voice a husky mix of need and desire. "Fuck us both."

Lydia shivers as you command her attention away from Tiffany's touch and toward your own words. She swallows hard, feeling the wetness between her legs betray her arousal. "I... I don't know," she whispers hesitantly. "Ten inches maybe? But that was a while ago..." Her eyes flicker to Tiffany, searching for confirmation or denial of her own memories.

Tiffany's voice trembles as she answers softly, "I... I think it was about the same. Or even shorter." She shudders beneath your gaze, her cheeks flushing in shame at having failed to please anyone before you.

Lydia glances at Tiffany, their eyes wide with fear and determination. "We are," they both whisper together. "Please, we'll do anything." Their hands tremble as they reach down between their legs, pressing against their swollen flesh through their panties, offering themselves to you in a gesture of desperate submission.

"Just tell us what you want," Tiffany whispers, her voice shaking with need. "We're yours to command." She moans as Lydia circles her clit, arching her back and pressing their bodies even closer together in an attempt to heighten the pleasure they already feel.

Lydia nods in agreement, her eyes never leaving yours as she watches for your reaction. "Please," she whispers, "show us how big you really are." Her fingers slide lower between Tiffany's lips, seeking entrance into her wet heat.

Lydia and Tiffany both freeze as they realize what you've just done. Horror and shame wash over them in equal measures as they see their bodies, naked and exposed, being broadcast across the entire prison. Lydia's hand trembles as she feels your cock at her entrance, but a fresh surge of fear holds her back. "Please," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't let them see any more."

Tiffany whimpers in agreement, feeling helpless and violated by the invasion of their privacy. She tries to pull away from Lydia's touch, but her body won't cooperate. "Please," she sobs. "Just tell us what we have to do."

Lydia looks at Tiffany, searching for some kind of strength or reassurance in her eyes, but finds only fear and confusion reflected back. Their bodies shake with tension as they wait for your next command, terrified of the consequences if they don't obey.

Tiffany trembles as she glances at Lydia, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding and resignation. They've said they would do anything; now they must follow through. Tiffany licks her lips nervously before nodding slowly, tears streaming down her face. "We submit to you," she whispers hoarsely, taking Lydia's hand in hers as they kneel before you.

Lydia's breath hitches as she feels your cock pressing against her entrance once more. Her body tenses and relaxes in turn, awaiting your command. "Please," she whispers, "make us yours." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, searching for some sign that she hasn't gone too far this time, that there's still a chance for forgiveness and redemption.

Lydia and Tiffany exchange frightened glances as you issue your command. Neither of them has ever engaged in such a violent act before; the very thought terrifies them, yet they know they must obey if there is any hope for forgiveness. They tentatively reach out to each other, feeling their way toward battle, all too aware that one wrong move could end with one of them submitting completely to your will.

Their bodies slide against each other, hands clenching into fists as they try to gain an advantage. Lydia maneuvers close enough that she can feel Tiffany's warm breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine despite the tension between them. With a final surge of strength, Lydia pushes Tiffany away, sending her stumbling to the ground. Her chest heaves as she regains her footing, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Tiffany glares up at Lydia hatefully from where she lies on the floor. She watches as Lydia meets your gaze over her shoulder, daring her to make a move. With a cry of frustration and fury, Tiffany launches herself back toward Lydia, her arms windmill ing wildly in an attempt to bring her down. Their bodies collide hard against the wall, sending a shower of dust raining down around them as they struggle for dominance.

Lydia gasps as Tiffany slams her against the wall, their bodies pressing together in a desperate struggle. Her fists clench and unclench uselessly at her sides; she can't seem to find purchase on Tiffany's clothes or skin. Panic rises in her chest as she feels the other woman's strength begin to overwhelm her.

Tiffany smirks down at Lydia, enjoying the look of fear and defeat on her face. With a final shove, she pushes Lydia away from her hard enough that she staggers a few steps backward. Panting heavily, she glances up to meet your gaze once more, determination burning bright in her eyes. She's not going to give in this easily; no matter how much it hurts or how afraid she is, Tiffany refuses to surrender until you say otherwise.

Lydia grimaces as she feels the heat rising in her face, blushing with shame and embarrassment. Tiffany's words echo through her mind, driving home the reality of their situation. She hesitates for a moment, feeling unsure if she can go through with such an act without violating her own body's boundaries.

But then she thinks of your command, the knowledge that they both must submit to you completely in order to earn forgiveness and redemption. Her resolve hardens as she takes a step forward, gathering what little strength she has left. With one final burst of effort, she lunges at Tiffany, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist in an attempt to pin her down.

"S-squirt on his face!" Lydia gasps out through clenched teeth, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks. "Stick your arm up my ass!" The words taste like bile as they leave her lips, but she forces them out anyway, desperate for the chance to prove herself to you.

Tiffany glares up at Lydia as she tries to pin her down, panic and fury swirling through her like a cyclone. She struggles against the other woman's grip, feeling the heat of shame creep across her skin as she contemplates doing what is asked. But then she thinks of your command once more; the forgiveness and redemption that hang in the balance between them.

With a final surge of energy, Tiffany arches her back away from Lydia's grip. Her arms windmill wildly as she manages to pull free for a moment before slamming her fists into Lydia's chest with all her might. The force of the impact knocks them both off balance; Lydia stumbles backward and hits the wall hard enough that stars dance in front of her eyes.

Panting heavily, Tiffany looks up at you once more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "I can't..." She takes a deep shuddery breath, steeling herself for what must come next. "I can't do this."

Lydia glances at Tiffany as she cries out, feeling the panic rise inside her once more. She knows what she must do to win; to earn forgiveness and a chance at a life outside of this cell. With trembling hands, she reaches down between their legs, fingers searching for Tiffany's anus. When they finally make contact, it feels hot and slick against her skin, sending a shudder through her body that has nothing to do with fear or submission.

Desperately, Lydia tries to ignore the feelings flooding through her as she begins to push her finger into Tiffany's tight hole. The other woman moans around your name, bucking against her touch as she takes more and more of her finger inside. When she feels that her hand is stretched to its limits, she curls her fingers, searching for the spot deep within that will allow her to reach the right angle.

Lydia's eyes widen at the sight of all the toys spread out before them. She feels a twinge of guilt as she realizes they could be using these for their own pleasure instead of fighting each other like animals, but she pushes that thought aside, focusing on winning and earning your forgiveness. She grins maliciously at Tiffany and picks up one of the largest dildos in the box, its veiny texture promising a deep and satisfying thrust.

Tiffany, meanwhile, feels her anger building once more as she watches Lydia eye the toys hungrily. She curses under her breath and snatches up another massive dildo before launching herself at Lydia with renewed fury. Their bodies collide hard against the wall again; pain and pleasure mingling in an unholy union as they struggle for dominance.

"I'm not losing to you," Tiffany snarls, pressing her advantage by thrusting the dildo deeper into Lydia with every impact. "You'll be begging for forgiveness when I'm done."

Lydia grimaces as she feels the dildo bump against her gag reflex with each thrust; it's only driving Tiffany on, their need for dominance overpowering any sense of shame or self-preservation. Her gaze flickers to the growing pool of fluid beneath them, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of leaving anything behind.

With a final burst of strength, she wrenches herself free from Tiffany's grasp and slams the other woman against the wall. Her free hand grabs one of the smaller vibrators from the box; it buzzes to life between them as Lydia thrusts roughly into Tiffany's pussy, seeking to drive her insane with pleasure... or pain.

Lydia closes her eyes tightly as she thrusts the vibrator against Tiffany's clit, using it to accentuate each forceful motion inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the other woman begin to writhe and moan beneath her touch. A trickle of liquid trails down her inner thigh; she swipes at it instinctively, quickly collecting every drop before it can soil the prison floor any further.

"Please..." Tiffany sobs, arching her back helplessly against the cold brick wall. "I can't... I can't take anymore..." Her fingers fumble blindly toward Lydia, seeking purchase on anything that might allow her to fight back. But it's already too late; with every thrust of the vibrator and every forceful entry inside her, Lydia draws closer to victory.

Lydia gasps as Tiffany frees herself and cuffs her wrist to her ankles, leaving her helpless against the wall. Her breath comes in ragged sobs as she watches Tiffany approach with a sinister glint in her eye. The other woman grabs one of the larger dildos from the box, its veiny length glinting in the dim light. With practiced ease, Tiffany positions herself behind Lydia and slowly begins to thrust into her aching pussy.

"How's that feel?" she taunts, her voice hoarse with desire. "Getting fucked while you can only watch?" She slams harder into Lydia with each word, driving the dildo deeper and deeper inside her. Her fingers clench into fists at Lydia's hips, guiding each thrust. Lydia's body quakes beneath the onslaught, feeling helpless and violated in a way that is both physically and emotionally devastating.

Lydia whimpers in agony as Tiffany's fingers dig into her hips, driving the dildo deeper and deeper inside her. She feels helpless, abandoned to Tiffany's twisted pleasure. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries desperately not to let any noise escape her lips. Every thrust feels like it goes right through her, making her insides feel stretched and raw.

She feels something cold pressing against her anus next; before she can react, Tiffany slams the largest dildo into her tight hole with a harsh grunt. Lydia arches her back in pain, gasping for breath as the toy stretches her more than ever before. Tears streak down her face unheeded as Tiffany begins to thrust violently against her rear, driving every inch of the dildo deep inside.

Lydia screams in agony as Tiffany's brutal thrusts send pain coursing through her body. Her eyes roll back in their sockets and she feels the first traces of panic begin to rise, overwhelming any hope of resisting. Each brutal impalement only serves to make her more vulnerable, her body aching for relief even as it craves more. Tears flow freely down her face, mixing with the growing pool at their feet as she struggles against her own helplessness.

Her limbs feel numb and heavy, every inch of her stretched to its limit. She cannot take much more; soon Tiffany's relentless attack will break her completely, leaving her at the mercy of whatever cruel torments the other woman sees fit. But as the pain becomes unbearable, a tiny part of Lydia wonders if maybe this is what she deserves. After all, it wasn't until now that she truly realized just how far she had fallen.

Lydia's cries echo through the empty cell as Tiffany continues her relentless assault on her body. Her mind reels in agony, consumed by a desperate need for release from the unbearable pain that engulfs her. She feels herself growing weaker with each passing moment, closer to surrendering completely to Tiffany's twisted pleasure. But even as she teeters on the brink of defeat, some small part of her clings stubbornly to the hope that there might still be a way out, a chance for redemption... if only she can find the strength within herself to fight back.

Tiffany pauses for a moment as she hears the words. Her mind races, trying to decide what might be the best course of action. A cold shiver runs down her spine at the thought of tasting Lydia's breast milk; it's been so long since she's had anything even remotely resembling nourishment that her body aches for it. But the chance to win...

With a determined snarl, Tiffany shoves the breast pump against Lydia's chest and begins to work the controls. Cool metal presses against warm flesh as the first bulb fills with milk, sending sharp stabs of pain through her body. But she doesn't care; all that matters is winning, proving herself worthy once more... even if it means sacrificing some small part of what little humanity remains inside her.

Lydia gasps as Tiffany shoves the breast pump against her chest, its cold metal pressing uncomfortably into her skin. Her mind reels in pain and disbelief; this has to be a nightmare, some twisted fantasy brought on by the relentless torture she's endured over the past few hours. Yet she knows deep down that it's real, that there is no escape from Tiffany's cruelty... not unless she can find the strength to fight back.

Tears streak down her face as she feels the first tugs of pain as milk begins to flow into the pump's bulb. She struggles against her bonds, seeking some small measure of freedom that will allow her to defend herself, to make Tiffany pay for what she's done. But it's no use; with every thrust, every brutal blow, Tiffany only seems to grow stronger, more determined to break her completely.

Tiffany pauses mid-thrust, the breast pump's bulb nearly full of Lydia's milk. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, savoring the feel of the cool metal against her skin. With a shuddery breath, she brings the bulb to her lips, opening them expectantly as she waits for the first taste. Her tongue darts out, swirling around the rim of the pump as she tries to decide which flavor is more intense: Lydia's milk... or her squirt?

Her mind whirls in a haze of lust and need, unable to fully comprehend the situation at hand. All that matters is satisfying this aching hunger inside her, no matter the cost. She takes a tentative sip, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat. Her eyes roll back into her head as she savors the taste, unable to decide which flavor is better... or if it even matters anymore.

Tiffany shudders as she feels the threat emanating from the unseen presence in their midst. She forces herself to focus, taking another sip of Lydia's milk before swirling it around her tongue again. This time, she can taste something different... something distinctly sweet and salty that isn't part of the milk. It's Lydia's squirt, mixed with her own juices. With a hungry moan, she savors the unique flavor, feeling it course through her veins like pure adrenaline.

With renewed vigor, Tiffany thrusts harder into Lydia, ignoring the pain in her own body as she focuses on driving the other woman to the brink of insanity. She grips Lydia's hips tightly, using them as leverage as she pistons faster and faster inside her helpless captive. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she finally decides: It tastes better with Lydia's squirt mixed in, but only because it reminds her of the pleasure they shared before their fall from grace. She doesn't want that; she wants to make Lydia suffer for what she's done, even if it means losing a little taste in the process.

Tiffany smirks cruelly as she looks down at Lydia, her body trembling with exertion. She reaches between them and roughly tears open Lydia's labia, revealing her aching clit. With a chuckle, she brings the head of her dildo close, slowly pressing it against Lydia's engorged nubbin before slamming it down hard, causing Lydia to cry out in pain.

"How does that feel?" Tiffany taunts, using her free hand to twist and tweak one of Lydia's nipples. "Like you deserve it?" She thrusts again, harder this time, eliciting a strangled gasp from the other woman.

Her eyes flicker upward, meeting your gaze briefly before she shakes her head slowly. There is no forgiveness in them; only the determination to make Lydia pay for what they've done.

Tiffany eyes you warily as she hears your words, feeling a mixture of fear and defiance welling up inside her. Slowly, she releases Lydia's wrists from the cuffs that held them together. Her heart races at the possibility of true freedom, but she knows that this fight must continue. With renewed determination, Tiffany steps back, allowing Lydia to stand on shaky legs before her.

"Come on then," she growls, arching an eyebrow challengingly. "Let's see what you're really made of."

Lydia takes a deep breath, feeling the blood rush back into her arms as she regains her strength. Her gaze meets yours, full of pleading and desperation. She knows that this fight is for more than just her freedom; it's for redemption, for forgiveness, and maybe even for love. Tears well up in her eyes as she squares her shoulders and takes a step forward toward Tiffany, their bodies tense and ready for battle.

Lydia lunges forward, grabbing one of the smaller dildos off the floor and thrusting it towards Tiffany with a primal scream. Her movements are quick and agile, her body remembering how to fight despite the years of imprisonment and torment. Blood pours from fresh wounds as they struggle for dominance, their fury feeding the flames of their rage.

Tiffany growls in response, dodging Lydia's attack before launching herself at her enemy with renewed vigor. The two women slam against the wall again and again, their bodies battered and bruised but refusing to give up as they fight for a chance at redemption, for a shot at something more than this endless cycle of pain and suffering.

Their moans and grunts echo through the empty cell as they grapple with each other in a vicious dance of dominance and submission. Tiffany manages to wrestle Lydia onto her back, pressing one of the larger dildos against her mouth, taunting her with its cold, veiny surface. Her hips thrust upward hungrily as she seeks release from this endless cycle, her fingers digging into Lydia's flesh like claws.

But Lydia isn't one to give up without a fight; her legs flail wildly against Tiffany, trying desperately to find purchase and flip them both over. The breath rushes from her lungs as she feels the pressure building inside her chest, begging for release. She focuses all of her strength into one final thrust, shoving herself upright with a gasp.