The wet sounds of her fucking herself were so loud that she was sure someone would hear. She hoped Karen could hear the effect she’d had on her. Maybe it would make her touch herself. The thought of this caused her legs to spread wider and her back arched. Her clit was now a swollen knot, pent up and craving for the fingers that knew so well what to do. Finally, she gave in,  nudging and rubbing it harder and harder. Karen was a lucky girl if she ever got some of this. As she quickened her rhythm, a ball of gorgeous, sweet desire built inside her which as she climaxed, and let out an involuntary ‘jeez’,   burst into a million white hot caresses which tensed her whole body and then released her, exhausted and tingling all over.

As the stars in front of her eyes faded and the cell around her came back into focus, she heard a sound from the cell door. She had the sense that she was not alone. She hadn’t noticed anything before but she had been very distracted. She strained her neck up to look. It was open, only just but enough for someone to have got inside. Was Bea still out and about?

What was she thinking? The fucking door to solitary was open, Franky, get outta there! She sat up and made a move for the door but she was met with a forceful push that landed her back on the bed. Her hands were then taken and bound together with the discarded underwear and what felt like her shirt was tied like a blindfold around her head. She lay there, exposed, in total darkness.

‘Hey what the fuck?  Who’s there?

Nothing, no answer. Then a delicate finger swept over her lips, her jaw, down onto her neck, still flushed from her recent explosion.

Hey whoever you are, if ya wanna have some fun I’m game, you don’t need to be all mysterious Sweetie.

The intruder pushed Franky onto her front and placed one hand on her back, holding her down, while the other hand ran over her legs, Franky opened them invitingly. Her sex was still swollen and the juices that had run onto her arse and thighs  glistened in the half light of the cell. The other woman forced Doyle into her knees and pushed her head back onto the pillow. With Franky’s backside facing her she opened her up and tongued her greedily, drinking every last drop of Franky’s nectar. Franky moaned, her clit still sensitive from her own onslaught just minutes before.