Tiffany's eyes widen slightly at the command, but she doesn't hesitate to obey. She leans forward, supporting herself on her hands against the shower wall as her bottom curves out enticingly. Her skin is flushed and damp from the water and arousal, making her cheeks glow pink even in the dim light of the bathroom. "Please..." she whispers again, arching her back slightly to offer herself more fully.

Tiffany gasps in surprise as Melina's fist suddenly replaces your own, thrusting brutally into her tight channel. Her eyes fly open wide with shock and pain before squeezing shut again as she tries to endure the assault. "Melina!" she screams, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. Her body tenses and releases rhythmically around Melina's fist as it continues to pound into her.

"You like this, don't you?"

Tiffany hesitates for a moment, glancing between you and the other prisoners. "If it's what you want," she says finally, her voice quiet but steady. She sits up straighter, clutching at your shirt as if it might ground her.

You nod reassuringly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as you lead her back out into the main area of the prison. The other inmates watch warily from their cells as you approach, their expressions a mix of curiosity and fear.

Melina growls at the sound of your voice, her arms crossed over her chest as she leans against the bars of her cell. "What do you want now?" she snaps, refusing to back down even a little bit. The other inmates shift uncomfortably in their cells, unsure which side they should align themselves with.

"Hey," Tiffany says softly, stepping forward and laying a hand on Melina's shoulder, "it's okay, we're all gonna be fine."

Melina snorts derisively and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, right," she says sarcastically. "Like you don't know the real reason." Her voice softens slightly as she continues, "Look, I get it. You're just doing your job here, trying to keep things under control. But sometimes people cross lines they shouldn't, and it ends up with them where we are now." She pauses for a moment before adding bitterly, "

Kate raises an eyebrow at the display of emotion from Melina. "I see," she says coolly, leaning back in her chair and studying the other woman carefully. "Well then, perhaps it would be best for all of us if we found a way to work together." Her tone is even and neutral, but there's an undercurrent of power beneath her words that makes it clear she expects Melina to take her offer seriously.

Abby quickly undoes her shirt buttons, revealing her toned midriff and perky breasts topped with pink nipples. She shrugs off the garment and drops it to the floor, leaving her in just a lacy bra and tight jeans. Her chest heaves with excitement as she looks up at you expectantly, hands still wrapped around your throbbing member.

Melina rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, clearly disapproving of Abby's eagerness. Tiffany looks on with rapt attention, biting her lip and shifting her weight from foot to foot.

Abby moans softly, her hands tightening on your shaft as your tongue explores her sensitive lips. A blush creeps further up her neck, staining her cheeks a vibrant crimson. She arches into your touch, tasting salt and dominance mingling with your arousal. Her breath hitches in a mixture of pleasure and nervous anticipation for what comes next. Eyes locked on yours, she whimpers, "More... please..."

Lydia, unable to contain herself any longer, lets out a choked whisper, "Mine next... I'll do anything..."

The inmates exchange glances before Melina speaks up. "Yeah, she's the smart one. Always thinks she's better than everyone else." She folds her arms over her chest, a challenging expression on her face. "What about her?"

Tiffany shrugs. "She's kinda hot though..." She trails off, looking at you hopefully.

Tiffany blushes deeply and averts her gaze. "N-nothing, sir! I mean, she's just... well, she's nice to look at, you know?" She giggles nervously before adding, "I guess we could all use a little distraction sometimes."

Abby scoffs derisively but says nothing further. Lydia hides under her covers, looking like she wants to disappear entirely.

Melina sniffles and wipes away her tears, trying to compose herself before answering. "My name is Melina," she says softly, "and I am your anal whore." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "And I will do anything to make it up to you and prove that I can be trusted again." Her voice trembles with emotion as she looks up at you, hope shining in her eyes despite the fear and uncertainty that still linger there.

Melina winces at the question, automatically tensing her sore muscles as she tries to gauge how much pain she's still in. "It hurts," she admits softly, "but I can handle it." She pauses before adding, "I want to prove that I am worth trusting and that I can take whatever you give me." Her eyes remain fixed on yours, pleading for understanding and mercy.