I don't know what I did to find myself tossed into this cold, dark jail cell. I don't know why I was asked to turn my back to the bars and stick my hands through but I did catch on that it was not in my best interest to comply when I found myself cuffed against the bars, my back to the world. I don't know how many pairs of hands were reaching through to grope, to fondle, to pinch and poke and prod. Each hand, encased in black leather found a new place to violate. My back, my sides, my stomach, my breasts, my cunt, my ass, my throat, my mouth.

When I felt my pants being unbuttoned, I lunged forward as far as my cuffed hands would allow only to find myself being yanked backwards again, my body slamming against the metal bars. Muscular arms from either side wrapped themselves around my shoulders. I felt one hand up against my throat, the taste of leather on my tongue as another shoved fat fingers into my mouth. I was powerless to fight it when my pants slipped down towards my ankles, my shirt yanked up.

My body ached from being locked against the bars. I can no longer see, with the tears streaming down my face from gagging on the gloved hand lodged firmly down my throat. I felt a pair of hands on my breasts, squeezing, yanking on my nipples. More hands. I felt more hands forcing their way between my legs, slapping my clit, my ass.

And then I hear it. It's the sound of metal scraping against hard leather. And then I feel it. It's the touch of cold steel on my skin. I did not have to see it to know that the implement parting my lips and entering my cunt was the muzzle of a gun. Everything seemed to stop and all I could feel was the pistol between my legs, fucking me.

I don't know how long it lasted. I don't know why they've let me go all of a sudden. I don't know why they couldn't have at least waited till I came.