”“Yes Sir, but the store insisted that the bars go in first and then the rings.”“You will go tonight and get them changed and have several tat...oos. One over your cunt with the words “Nasty Slut”. Would you like that?”“Yes Sir.”“Marcos is going to pick out one for your Tramp Stamp. Then he will take you to a house where many of the girls live. You will be living there and help in the chores and providing sex to any of the girls that live there. When you are not working here or with some client,. I didn’t mean…”Rajini looked at me, as she climbed up on my lap. Her knees were on either side of my legs and her skirt hid my dick from view. But she reached down and found it, pressing it against her dripping cunt. “Shut up and fuck me Rajesh! Fuck me, you big dick bastard! Shove that fat dick of yours up my little girl’s cunt! Fuck me deep Rajesh! Fuck me hard Bhava! Make me cry out!”Rajini pressed down until almost my whole dick was buried in her pussy. Damn! She was so fuckin’ tight! “Oh,. Chapter 2Mixed prisons seemed like a great idea when Agnes heard about them in the news. A step forward towards gender equality and trans rights. That’s what was said and it seemed to make sense at the time. Now, well… Now Agnes is a petite, young, pretty girl who never committed a single crime in her life and who is locked in a building along with criminals, murderers and rapists, most of which are males.It means her days are scary and her nights terrifying. Men touch her all the time. A slap. Yet a savvy reader such as you yourself who visits this virtual place or place in virtual space, must have a conjecture in mind. You may wonder: “Is the woman talking about discovering her sexuality after years of repression?” Or: “Is she going to tell us about how several men took her, initially against her will, their massively erect organs filling every eager moist cavern of her hot and sweat-drenched body?”But might it be something else, this instance of exponential lust? Perhaps it is.