<em>The ink-covered whore was tight as vice!</em>That was all Vincent could think off. If he hadn’t fucked many a tight sluts before, he would have feared for his cock getting crushed inside that sickenly narrow tunnel. Now he kept thrusting away, never letting up, and not caring about any possible tearing and bleeding he might cause. The bitch’s ass was forfeit anyway… From the moment a woman – or a man for that matter – entered the station as a prisoner, they were subjected to the staff’s every whim. Vincent was damn sure he wasn’t the only guard who would have his way with Casey this week, oh no. And some of them would be far more brutal than him… and could boast even bigger cocks. He would almost feel sorry for the girl, if she wasn’t a good-for-nothing criminal and killer.<br/><br/>Eventually the combination of his fast-fucking pace and her tightness made him growl in near-anger before he buried himself up to the hilt and felt squirt after squirt of his sticky white goo fill the whore. He kept himself inside until his balls were well and truly drained, and then slowly pulled himself and his weight off the inmate. He pulled her limp body up by the hair and looked her in the sweaty face.<strong>“That wasn’t half bad, you whore. You’re not completely useless after all… Perhaps I’ll see you again later this week.”</strong>He grinned evilly and then spit her in the middle of the forehead, a large wad of saliva that slowly dripped down her face.<strong>“I still owed you that one, dumb slut…” </strong>He let go of her pony tail which made her body drop back to the bed. He quickly tucked his cock back into his pants and readjusted his uniform, and then left her cell whilst humming himself a tune. The day had started quite well. Quite well indeed…<br/>