Essayes and characters of a prison and prisoners

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and Sister Eve slammed shut the back door and locked it. She laughed out loud as she half skipped down the poorly lit hallway. For the next 24 hours this hell-hole was all hers… and she was going to make the most of it. By the time she reached Sister Francine's private stairway to the lower dungeons, her pussy was throbbing and warm juice was trickling down between her legs. Cock, she thought. When was the last time she'd tasted cock? Not for a year, not since she'd made the mistake of her life and had volunteered fort duty at this prison. Prison was the perfect word for this place, because it was a prison not only for the studs down in the dungeons but for the nuns as well. She'd volunteered for duty here because she'd been bored to death with life in the convent, and because the idea of guarding fifty or so incorrigible teenage males had excited her. What a mistake she'd made! Here it was, going on a year since she'd arrived, and the closest she'd gotten to any stud was when she delivered the whippings ...»