Chapter Eleven
The next few weeks became a blur of the entirely predictable, but also the entirely incomprehensible. Brad was still required to suck off guards who came to his cell, and Annabelle’s cellmate continued to be “skewered”— as the guards called it— almost daily, and also provided oral s*x and countless hand jobs to any guard, at any time of day they required.
Annabelle no longer pretended to not know the rules. She quickly presented her ass and p***y when anyone entered her cell, or when in the presence of Sir. Still, no one used her body. Her labial piercings and lock remained in place, blocking access to her v****a. Still, she didn’t understand why she wasn’t being used sexually by Sir or anyone on board. She wasn’t even used for any kind of physical service, such as a maid
