Wanda let out a cry as she felt the heavyset one rock his weight onto her more firmly, but before she could protest he had sat down on her face, crushing her painfully beneath him.
Wanda couldn't even hear the other man leave.
For a long moment the remaining guard plunged his fingers into her, two at a time and working up to three, as he ground his clothed equipment against her face, trying to rub off.
Now that the guard's crotch was pressed fully over her nose, she could pick up the sweaty, musty stink of his balls through the fabric, and it made her gag. The man must have felt her, however, because he leaned forward, grabbing up her knees, and hauled her legs back toward him.
"Who the hell said you got to comment, tramp?" his muffled voice snapped, irritated. A second later she felt him slap her between the legs the same way the other man had. "I'll teach you..."
Wanda was helpless to do anything as he smacked her clit over and over, sending jolts of pain up through her body.
Thankfully the torment didn't last too long, although her crotch was throbbing by the time he was satisfied.
She took a sharp gasp of breath as the heavyset guard finally got off her face, and blinked her vision clear in time to see the other guard return, a bucket in one hand and a large silicon plug with a harness attached to the bottom in the other.
Wanda didn't get a chance to react before she felt a sharp tug on her hair, and had her head yanked down to thump against the concrete once more, the heavier guard's hand fisted in her hair.
She could hear the returning man moving toward her, and she tried to clamp her knees shut only to have them pried open, pinned down by the guard's thighs as he hooked his legs over hers.
"Excited to see me, little bitch?" he asked, and Wanda had to bite back a scream as he flicked her clit. "Ooh, sensitive?"
"Had to give the little whore a spanking. She was acting up," the heavyset guard growled, twisting his hand a bit so her hair was pulling painfully, making her eyes water. She heard the shift of ice in the bucket, and gasped in shock as she felt something searingly cold against her.
"Feeling a bit hot down there?" the man with the stubble asked, rubbing an ice cube up and down over her lower lips, and Wanda tried to choke back a little whine. "Let's help you cool it off a bit, then."
The ice cube slid into her with surprising ease, and Wanda yelped at the sudden cold, her muscles spasming around it. After a second of adjustment, though, it wasn't too bad, and actually felt rather nice against the burn of the torn flesh inside her. She managed to bite her tongue as the man fished out another ice cube and slipped it into her, keeping quiet as he pressed three, four, five of them into her. When he pushed a sixth and seventh ice cube in without slowing his pace, however, Wanda started to squirm. She could feel the pressure of the ice cubes filling her, the cold moving from bearable toward something unpleasant as her inner muscles got chilled and began seizing up.
By the time he'd managed to push fifteen of them into her she was squirming in discomfort, her whole body shivering from the sudden temperature drop.
The ice was quick to completely numb her inside, a small mercy considering all of the pointed edges and oddly shaped lumps that were being stuffed into her, but it did nothing to the awful feeling of stretching. It ached and burned and made her want to shudder all at once, the feeling both incredibly uncomfortable and a little arousing, due to her brain trying to trigger some kind of pleasure sensor to cope with being so filled. There was barely a dent in the bucket of ice the man had brought, and Wanda tried to twist free of his grip as he shoved number twenty inside of her.
"What's wrong, little bitch? Feeling a bit full?" the man laughed, beginning to cram another chunk of ice inside of her. "You look like you're not having as much fun as I am."
"Wonder if the warden would still be pissed if we made her deep-throat some ice cubes?" the heavier guard commented.
"Good luck not getting your fingers bit off. She's just as wild as the others are once you get her riled up enough. And I'll bet she's feeling pretty uncomfortable right now..."
Wanda let out a sharp cry as the man rubbed her belly, causing all of the ice inside her to jostle and grind. He laughed at her reaction, stuffing another piece of ice into her as she felt liquid drip over her thighs and onto the ground.
"Here, let her head up. She seems eager to see what's going on," stubble said, and Wanda suddenly found her head hauled up by her hair.
The angle hurt her neck almost as badly as the sharp pressure on her scalp, but now she could clearly see what the other guard was doing.
Her belly was already starting to look a little rounded, her legs trembling where the other man had them pinned, and her skin was covered in goosebumps from the cold shock.
The place where they'd torn her the other day was completely numbed beyond feeling, however it must have opened back up again with the stretching, as she could see a little trickle of reddish water leaking from her onto the floor.
"You look good with your belly all distended like that," the heavy one snickered, giving her a poke.
Wanda bit a curse at them in Russian, and the heavier guard merely laughed while the man at her feet responded by fishing out another chunk of ice.
"Gonna stuff you till you look pregnant," he said through gritted teeth, forcing another ice cube to jostle in between the others, and Wanda let out a sob.
"You're not gonna have room for the plug," the chunky one muttered as the other guard began wedging another piece of ice into her.
"I'll make room."
"Warden doesn't want her messed up, remember?"
"Ah, fuck. Yeah, I guess we'll plug her after this one. Don't want to tear her up too bad. Yet."
Wanda couldn't help her whine of pain as he gave a final firm shove to the ice, lodging it inside of her. A second later, she felt him press something that could only be the plug - room-temperature and rounded, flaring out sharply from the tip - to her opening, the sharp movement of ice within her making her shudder.
Inch by inch the man stuffed the plug in, the movement pressing all of the ice up against her cervix, and Wanda let out a wail as he forced the widest part inside of her.
A second later he'd seated it to his satisfaction, leaving Wanda panting in agony as she was stretched unbearably wide from within. The motion of the man threading the harness around her legs and waist didn't even register until the two began to draw the straps taut.
Wanda cried out, thrashing weakly to get away, but the men just pinned her down and smacked at her crotch and belly until she was still.
"Latch it good and tight around her waist. I don't want her struggling her way out of this," the one with the stubble growled.
"Not a problem."
Wanda choked out a sob as the men hauled on the straps, crushing the breath from her, and didn't even have time to recover as the scruffy guard slipped a lock through the belt and snapped it shut.
Trapping her in the harness.
Wanda had a moment to lay on the floor in shock and agony, gasping for breath as the two men got to their feet and looked her over in satisfaction.
Then the one with the facial hair was grabbing her by the straps of her straitjacket, hauling her back across the floor. She could only manage a little whimper of pain as she was hefted upright, even the little extra push against the plug causing the ice to press against her in all the wrong ways. The guard parted her legs with a few sharp kicks to her thighs, and smacked her across the face when she tried to draw them back together again.
"Keep your legs open wide, and don't move," he ordered, pinning her back against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her. "I wanna watch you suffer through this for the rest of my shift."
With that he gave her one final little shove, then he stood and left the cell without another word.
Wanda blinked her tears from her vision for just long enough to see the glass slide back into place across the front of her cell and the two men take up their posts on either side of it, the heavier one shamelessly jacking off as he looked in at her hungrily.
And as the men stood out in the holding area, leaving Wanda stuffed full and on display in her cell, all she could do was shiver and cry, praying that the ice would melt quickly.
Fill: There Is A Line (7/?)
Wanda couldn't even hear the other man leave.
For a long moment the remaining guard plunged his fingers into her, two at a time and working up to three, as he ground his clothed equipment against her face, trying to rub off.
Now that the guard's crotch was pressed fully over her nose, she could pick up the sweaty, musty stink of his balls through the fabric, and it made her gag. The man must have felt her, however, because he leaned forward, grabbing up her knees, and hauled her legs back toward him.
"Who the hell said you got to comment, tramp?" his muffled voice snapped, irritated. A second later she felt him slap her between the legs the same way the other man had. "I'll teach you..."
Wanda was helpless to do anything as he smacked her clit over and over, sending jolts of pain up through her body.
Thankfully the torment didn't last too long, although her crotch was throbbing by the time he was satisfied.
She took a sharp gasp of breath as the heavyset guard finally got off her face, and blinked her vision clear in time to see the other guard return, a bucket in one hand and a large silicon plug with a harness attached to the bottom in the other.
Wanda didn't get a chance to react before she felt a sharp tug on her hair, and had her head yanked down to thump against the concrete once more, the heavier guard's hand fisted in her hair.
She could hear the returning man moving toward her, and she tried to clamp her knees shut only to have them pried open, pinned down by the guard's thighs as he hooked his legs over hers.
"Excited to see me, little bitch?" he asked, and Wanda had to bite back a scream as he flicked her clit. "Ooh, sensitive?"
"Had to give the little whore a spanking. She was acting up," the heavyset guard growled, twisting his hand a bit so her hair was pulling painfully, making her eyes water. She heard the shift of ice in the bucket, and gasped in shock as she felt something searingly cold against her.
"Feeling a bit hot down there?" the man with the stubble asked, rubbing an ice cube up and down over her lower lips, and Wanda tried to choke back a little whine. "Let's help you cool it off a bit, then."
The ice cube slid into her with surprising ease, and Wanda yelped at the sudden cold, her muscles spasming around it. After a second of adjustment, though, it wasn't too bad, and actually felt rather nice against the burn of the torn flesh inside her. She managed to bite her tongue as the man fished out another ice cube and slipped it into her, keeping quiet as he pressed three, four, five of them into her. When he pushed a sixth and seventh ice cube in without slowing his pace, however, Wanda started to squirm. She could feel the pressure of the ice cubes filling her, the cold moving from bearable toward something unpleasant as her inner muscles got chilled and began seizing up.
By the time he'd managed to push fifteen of them into her she was squirming in discomfort, her whole body shivering from the sudden temperature drop.
The ice was quick to completely numb her inside, a small mercy considering all of the pointed edges and oddly shaped lumps that were being stuffed into her, but it did nothing to the awful feeling of stretching. It ached and burned and made her want to shudder all at once, the feeling both incredibly uncomfortable and a little arousing, due to her brain trying to trigger some kind of pleasure sensor to cope with being so filled. There was barely a dent in the bucket of ice the man had brought, and Wanda tried to twist free of his grip as he shoved number twenty inside of her.
"What's wrong, little bitch? Feeling a bit full?" the man laughed, beginning to cram another chunk of ice inside of her. "You look like you're not having as much fun as I am."
"Wonder if the warden would still be pissed if we made her deep-throat some ice cubes?" the heavier guard commented.
"Good luck not getting your fingers bit off. She's just as wild as the others are once you get her riled up enough. And I'll bet she's feeling pretty uncomfortable right now..."
Wanda let out a sharp cry as the man rubbed her belly, causing all of the ice inside her to jostle and grind. He laughed at her reaction, stuffing another piece of ice into her as she felt liquid drip over her thighs and onto the ground.
"Here, let her head up. She seems eager to see what's going on," stubble said, and Wanda suddenly found her head hauled up by her hair.
The angle hurt her neck almost as badly as the sharp pressure on her scalp, but now she could clearly see what the other guard was doing.
Her belly was already starting to look a little rounded, her legs trembling where the other man had them pinned, and her skin was covered in goosebumps from the cold shock.
The place where they'd torn her the other day was completely numbed beyond feeling, however it must have opened back up again with the stretching, as she could see a little trickle of reddish water leaking from her onto the floor.
"You look good with your belly all distended like that," the heavy one snickered, giving her a poke.
Wanda bit a curse at them in Russian, and the heavier guard merely laughed while the man at her feet responded by fishing out another chunk of ice.
"Gonna stuff you till you look pregnant," he said through gritted teeth, forcing another ice cube to jostle in between the others, and Wanda let out a sob.
"You're not gonna have room for the plug," the chunky one muttered as the other guard began wedging another piece of ice into her.
"I'll make room."
"Warden doesn't want her messed up, remember?"
"Ah, fuck. Yeah, I guess we'll plug her after this one. Don't want to tear her up too bad. Yet."
Wanda couldn't help her whine of pain as he gave a final firm shove to the ice, lodging it inside of her. A second later, she felt him press something that could only be the plug - room-temperature and rounded, flaring out sharply from the tip - to her opening, the sharp movement of ice within her making her shudder.
Inch by inch the man stuffed the plug in, the movement pressing all of the ice up against her cervix, and Wanda let out a wail as he forced the widest part inside of her.
A second later he'd seated it to his satisfaction, leaving Wanda panting in agony as she was stretched unbearably wide from within. The motion of the man threading the harness around her legs and waist didn't even register until the two began to draw the straps taut.
Wanda cried out, thrashing weakly to get away, but the men just pinned her down and smacked at her crotch and belly until she was still.
"Latch it good and tight around her waist. I don't want her struggling her way out of this," the one with the stubble growled.
"Not a problem."
Wanda choked out a sob as the men hauled on the straps, crushing the breath from her, and didn't even have time to recover as the scruffy guard slipped a lock through the belt and snapped it shut.
Trapping her in the harness.
Wanda had a moment to lay on the floor in shock and agony, gasping for breath as the two men got to their feet and looked her over in satisfaction.
Then the one with the facial hair was grabbing her by the straps of her straitjacket, hauling her back across the floor. She could only manage a little whimper of pain as she was hefted upright, even the little extra push against the plug causing the ice to press against her in all the wrong ways. The guard parted her legs with a few sharp kicks to her thighs, and smacked her across the face when she tried to draw them back together again.
"Keep your legs open wide, and don't move," he ordered, pinning her back against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her. "I wanna watch you suffer through this for the rest of my shift."
With that he gave her one final little shove, then he stood and left the cell without another word.
Wanda blinked her tears from her vision for just long enough to see the glass slide back into place across the front of her cell and the two men take up their posts on either side of it, the heavier one shamelessly jacking off as he looked in at her hungrily.
And as the men stood out in the holding area, leaving Wanda stuffed full and on display in her cell, all she could do was shiver and cry, praying that the ice would melt quickly.