The four cuntwhores who survived the baton challenge were suspended in the prison yard, their legs drawn wide apart to present their holes to the day’s special guest. Penelope Wainwright was celebrating her birthday with her close friend, Georgina Carstairs, and she had been given a present by her old schoolmate, Judge Harmon. Two Foundation cuntwhores for the evening.
Penelope and Georgina arrived to view the fuckmeat on offer, eager to enjoy her friend’s gift. “Martha always has a decent selection of captive cuntwhores. Let’s have some fun.” Georgina was delighted to be sharing her friend’s birthday present. “These whores are the lowest, most shameless pieces of meat. There is nothing they will not do to avoid paying for their crimes.”
The notables began with Olga Asimova. Georgina stroked the young Russian’s gaping cunt, asking if she liked a finger in her pussy. Olga could not tell her visitor she felt violated and demeaned by a stranger fondling her bound and naked body, so she simply answered “I am happy to please you in any way, Mistress. Please enjoy my wet holes.” “What a complete slut. Is there no end to their vice?” While Georgina abused Olga, Tatiana tried to attract Penelope’s attention. “Mistress, my pussy is wet and ready. Please enjoy me.” “I don’t need permission, bitch, to punch your holes. It’s your arse that I want, and I will have it.” Penelope promptly buried her fist inside Tatiana’s arsehole, drawing a howl from the captive Russian slut. “Thank me, fucktoy, for reminding you that you are just cuntmeat.”
Georgina saw Penelope’s brutal abuse of Tatiana’s ravaged hole. “That looks fun. Let’s see if you can take a fist in your back passage.” Georgina punched deep inside Olga, and she too howled from the vicious torture. The young acrobat now bitterly regretted her decision to leave Russia, powerless to avoid the endless humiliation and pain of life as a Foundation cuntwhore. The notables laughed as they listened to the wails of their victims, each friend determined to send their arm ever deeper inside the captive sluts. After twenty minutes of furious pounding Georgina sent electric batons into each Russian tart to ravage their raw holes.
Georgina listened to the whimpers of the fucksluts while Penelope turned to Florina and Yelena. “If there’s one thing I hate more than a blonde cunwhore, it’s a blonde Mexican cuntwhore.” “Mistress,” Yelena shouted, eager to be chosen by a friend of Judge Harmon. “I am going to win the superslut challenge. Enjoy my outstanding body.” Penelope glared at Yelena. “Is there no end to your insolence, you worthless piece of fuckmeat?”
Yelena and Florina presented their naked and bound bodies to the notables, both keen to be chosen to entertain their guests. “Please touch my wet cunt, Mistress,” Florina pleaded. “You know you want me.” “Worthless slut,” Georgina replied. “Penelope, let’s take these ones and see how long they last.” “You claim you’re the best cuntwhore in this prison,” Penelope told Yelena. “Let’s see you convince me. I am difficult to please.” Penelope led the two pieces of fuckmeat out of the prison to begin their ordeal.