Laelia fell back, but not all the way back. She was already kneeling at the time, so just steadied herself with one hand, but her eyes flashed with brief anger and she reached out with her other hand, firmly pinching Aya's clit between her thumb and forefinger.<br/><br/>"...you're being foolish, Aya. Did you forget that this is a prison? We are all prisoners here, and there are things we all have to do. Indeed, our being here is a<em>punishment</em>. Punishments are supposed to be unpleasant, while rewards for complying with them are supposed to be pleasant. Now, do we have to like it? No, I hate being locked up here, and it's not like I want to torture you.<br/><br/>But there's stuff that has to be done - and yeah, guards having their way with inmates is basically a requirement here. If it's not me doing this to you, it's someone else. Oh, I like your body, and would be only too happy to do these things in a more normal situation, just us in private doing it for fun. But that isn't an option here, the options I have are to fight them and get it worse, or to work with them, enjoy the rewards," she gestured at Aya's clit, still held firmly to help dissuade struggling, "and try to at least shield you from some of the worst of it."<br/><br/>She sighed.<br/><br/>"Do you understand now? Basically, you're getting fucked while you're here. I'm okay with just using my fingers and mouth, but if you want men to start filling you with their tools, in both ends... or alternatively you can behave yourself. Which is it going to be?"