Niamh’s gentle awakening The Tiny Prison, a new type of prison chapter 11 by TinyLesbo

The next morning was a quiet start for Niamh. Ever since Jess disappeared behind the poster, she’d been expecting uproar from the prison guards, demanding to know where she was. 

But it was suspiciously quiet. From her breakfast gruel to roll call with the other prisoners to her first ‘job’ of the day cleaning a spidery crevice behind Emily’s desk, things were just a little too normal.

Even when Emily herself stood over Niamh and dropped her pants, it was just another day in the office. 

Suddenly she missed the spidery crevice, but as she lapped at Emily’s hairy one, things could’ve been worse. No news was good news after all, wasn’t it?

Just stick to the plan, she muttered internally as her tongue danced over Emily’s folds. Sucking on the delicate skin and caressing what she could reach of the bigger teen’s thighs, she stuck to the plan. 

And right now the plan was Emily’s pussy. Her captor’s hand caressed the back of her head, squashing it farther in, and Niamh’s ginger bangs were getting soaked with Emily’s juices. But no matter what Emily did, she just had to keep licking. She’d be fine unless the other guards wanted a piece of her too. In which case it’d be a very long day.

”You’re such a good girl, Niamh,” Emily purred, stroking her hair. “The other girls try to fight me, but you know just what I like…”

Niamh allowed herself a moment, and pulled her face out of Emily’s crotch. “Of course. Good girls get gifts after all.”

”Of course they do,” Emily winked, worming Niamh’s head between her thighs again. “And speaking of gifts…”

Suddenly the thighs tightened, and Niamh’s face was crushed between them. “Where is she?”

With every squeeze, Niamh felt like her skull was going to burst. Thigh muscles crackling with pressure against her head, and the volcanic heat of Emily’s pussy wrapped around her face, she was trapped and helpless.

”Need a reminder, Niamh?” Emily pulled her out by the hair. “A bratty little blonde by the name of Jess. Last I saw her she was buried in that rug you call a pussy. Ring any bells? Or is she still ringing yours?”

”I-I… Niamh squirmed, her scalp on fire as Emily bounced her up and down by her hair. “I don’t know where she is! She left my cell a little while after you did!”

”Oh?” Emily sneered. “So I won’t find her if I go looking in here?!”

Emily’s other hand tunnelled between Niamh’s legs, forcing its way into her pussy and scratching about inside. Niamh writhed, and flailed, and screamed, but could do nothing to stop Emily’s hand invading her. 

But she just had to stick to the plan. It was all worth it for that glimmer of hope. 

“So what’d you two get up to last night, red?!” Emily forced her hand deeper. Snatching at nothing, she was just delighting in watching the tiny redhead squirm at this point. “You give her anything? Or just take it all, you little ginger cunt?”

”I…” Niamh trembled. The hand came out, and she gasped with relief, “W-we had a little fun together, y-yeah. She kissed me, she touched me a little, I touched her… b-but then she went. I dunno where she is now.”

”Hmm,” Emily scowled, looking her up and down. She was bleeding in a few places now, and tears were prickling in her eyes.