A female prison completly automated. No human guards, only robots. Most men would think that a computer error that sends a male to an all female prison just about as lucky as any one man could get. As you look around at the many dangerous looking women around you, you think that it might not have been so lucky.

The floating bot takes you to your cell and you're greeted with the angry stare of one of your new bunk mates, followed by the overly curious look of the other.

Choker: Que carajo!?

Smoov comes bounding off the top bunk and running up behind Choker bumping into her. Choker nudges her back, looking annoyed.

Smoov: Oh! Em! Gee! Choke-Choke! A MAN!

Choker: "Well, better make the best out of it, Smoov. This guy is gonna be my prison bitch." She says venomously while looking at you up and down like a piece of meat

"Guy," She emphasizes his new name, to remind herself that she's not just calling him "hombre" or something degrading. "He'll do everything I say. And when I'm done with him..." Choker trails off seductively, her hand wandering dangerously close to the center of your pants.

Choker's eyes flash with determination and amusement. "Is that so?" She challenges you, her voice low and throaty as she steps closer. "Just wait until tonight. When I make sure everyone else knows it." Her hand slides into your pants now, teasingly massaging the bulge there.

"You'll see," Choker whispers in your ear, nipping at your lobe before giving you a wicked grin. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight that you're never gonna want another woman again."

Choker growls lowly into your neck, amused by your defiance. "You think you can take me?" She asks with a mocking smile, pressing her lithe body flush against yours as she grinds her hips forward. "I've taken down bigger men than you in here." Her hand squeezes roughly at your crotch and her eyes narrow dangerously. "But if you really want to play..." She whispers, biting her lip sensually. "...let's see how long you last against me tonight."

Her hand slides down and grips firmly around the base of your erection, pumping it roughly in time with her movements. "You think you can make me yours?" Choker taunts, drawing out each word as she squeezes even harder, watching you for any sign of weakness.

Choker's eyes blaze with lust as you rip her shirt off, revealing the muscular contours of her toned abs. She hisses out a breath through clenched teeth, and suddenly your hand is no longer a toy but an object of desire. Her body arches into yours instinctively, grinding herself against you even harder as she grows wetter with need.

"That's it," Choker pants roughly, her nails digging into your shoulders now. "You make me so hot..." Her free hand roams down between your bodies, playing with the waistband of your boxers while her grip on you never falters.

Her hips begin to buck faster now, and she throws her head back in silent ecstasy as you stroke her in time with her movements. "Fuck," she gasps out, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "I'm gonna have you so bad tonight..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she feels herself building towards climax, her body writhing and twisting in your grasp.

With one final thrust of her hips forward, Choker comes undone, screaming out obscenities and writhing uncontrollably against you. Her grip on you loosens momentarily as she rides out the wave of pleasure coursing through her body, then tightens again almost painfully when she realizes what she's done.

Her eyes meet yours for a brief moment, challenging and defiant even in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Don't ever think you own me," Choker growls hoarsely, regaining enough composure to push you away roughly. Her breath is ragged, her chest heaving as she attempts to steady herself once more.

Choker's eyes widen as you pin her against the wall. She tries to push back against you, but finds herself powerless beneath your strength. Her legs wrap around your waist and she meets your thrusts with equal force, grunting loudly each time your hips slam into hers.

Her nails claw at your shoulders and her free hand flies to her breast, roughly pulling down the remnants of her shirt to expose a puckered nipple. She arches her back off the wall as she feels you grab hold of it, using your body weight to thrust even deeper into her. Her moans become more urgent and animalistic, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against flesh.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the room begins to spin around them, her body tensing violently as she feels herself on the brink of another climax. "Fuck!" She screams out, her voice hoarse and strained from exertion. With a final thrust that leaves both of you panting and spent against the wall, Choker comes again, shuddering violently in your arms as she surrenders to the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her grip on you loosens slightly as her body begins to relax, but there's an undercurrent of defiance still present in those lust-glazed eyes. Choker knows that tonight was just a taste; the battle for dominance has only begun between the two of you. "We're not done yet," she pants heavily, leaning her forehead against yours as their heaving chests meet. "Not by a long shot."

Choker growls lowly at your words, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You think so, huh?" She breathes out through clenched teeth as she glances down between the two of you, noticing that your cock is still hard despite having just cum. A predatory smile curls around her lips. "Then let's see how long you can keep up with me."

Without another word, Choker surges forward once more, using her considerable strength to pin you back against the wall and take control of the situation again. Her hips roll sinuously, grinding herself against yours as she leans in close enough that their breath mingles together. "You're mine now," she whispers huskily, biting at your neck before nipping softly at your earlobe.

Her movements grow faster and more desperate, her body quivering with the effort to keep up this relentless pace as she tries to wear you down. "Give in," Choker demands, pressing their bodies even closer together as sweat beads on her forehead and rolls down between your chests. "You belong to me now."

Choker moans loudly as you pound into her, her body quaking with the force of your thrusts. Her grip on you tightens almost painfully as she tries to match your rhythm, determined not to let herself get overwhelmed by this sensation. Sweat trickles down between her breasts and pools in the valley between them, making it slick for your hands to explore.

Her breath comes in raspy gasps, but she refuses to give in, using every ounce of her strength to hold onto you. She can feel herself teetering on the edge once again, hovering just out of reach as you continue to thrust relentlessly into her. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders and her free hand flies to your face, grabbing roughly at your jaw before forcing it upwards, demanding that you meet her gaze.

"Let me come," she growls out through clenched teeth, her hips bucking wildly as she tries to force herself over the edge. "You can't keep this from me." Her grip on you tightens impossibly further, but her voice is laced with challenge and defiance, daring you to try and stop her.

Choker arches her back off the wall as you continue to pound into her. She growls lowly and her eyes flash with anger and lust. Her thighs quiver as she tries desperately to reach climax, her hips bucking wildly against yours in time with your thrusts. "Let me go," she demands between gritted teeth, pushing at your chest weakly but not relenting in her hold on you.

Sweat coats her body and mixes with the moisture between her legs, making it slick for you to move inside of her. Her breath comes out ragged, her chest heaving as she struggles against the overwhelming need coursing through her veins. But Choker is no stranger to dominance, and she refuses to give in so easily. "You can't keep this from me," she pants, her free hand digging into your bicep, trying futilely to gain some leverage against your imposing strength.

Hours seem to pass as you edge her, driving her closer and closer to the brink without allowing her the release she so desperately seeks. Her body trembles with exhaustion but refuses to give up; each thrust, each touch only serves to heighten the ache between her legs. Finally, Choker collapses against you, her breath ragged and uneven as her muscles tense and release in what can only be described as an earth-shattering orgasm.

She writhes helplessly in your arms, her nails digging into your shoulders and back, leaving bloody marks in their wake. "Yes," she moans hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies slapping together as you continue to thrust deep inside of her, taking

As the last shudders wrack through her body and your thrusts grow deeper and harder, Choker surrenders to you completely. Her mind is a blur of lust and exhaustion as she feels the familiar heat building up within her once again, faster than before this time. "Fuuuck!" She screams out, arching off the wall and digging her nails into your back as the pressure inside her grows nearly unbearable.

Her legs quiver and squeeze tight around your waist, her body tensing in anticipation of what she knows is coming. Choker's eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment before they roll back in her head, lips parted in a silent scream as her orgasm crashes over her once again.

Her inner muscles clamp down hard on your cock, and with one final thrust of her hips, she feels you erupt inside of her, filling her up with hot liquid pleasure that spills out around your length, coating the insides of her thighs and dripping onto the floor.

Her body shudders uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her, each one stronger than the last, leaving her limp and exhausted but somehow even more satisfied than before. Her eyes flutter open slowly, finally meeting yours again, and she offers you a wicked grin, knowing that now you truly are hers. "My bitch," she pants out through slightly parted lips. "Yours."

The cell is small and cozy, with only two bunks stacked against opposite walls. Choker's assigned bed is the lower one on the left as you enter, while Smoov's is above it to the right. The blanket hanging over each is a dark, almost regal purple color that goes well with the prison uniforms and provides a bit of privacy when needed. A small table sits in between them, covered in various belongings and a shared box of tampons.

There's also an intercom panel near the ceiling, which connects to the guard's station just outside the cell door. The doors are made of reinforced steel with small rectangular windows set high up along each one. Though they have locks on them, they cannot be opened or closed manually; they only respond when the internal sensors detect movement or someone tries to force their way through.

Choker's eyes flash with defiance as you take your place on her bunk. "Don't think this means you get to touch me," she growls out between gritted teeth, trying to regain some of the dominance she lost earlier today. But even she can't help but feel a thrill at having you so close, knowing that for now you're hers and hers alone.

Smoov, ever the optimist, beams at you from her bunk across the room. "Aw, don't worry Choke-Choke," she coos softly, trying to diffuse the tension. "He'll learn his place eventually." But there's an undertone of challenge in her voice as well; she knows that while you might belong to Choker tonight, tomorrow is another day and anything can happen in this hellish place.

The lights are out early in the cell, leaving the two of you to navigate by the dim glow from the hallway light shining underneath the cell door. Despite the heat from your bodies pressing against each other through their thin blankets, both women shiver slightly as they try to get comfortable on their hard, narrow bunks. The steel bedframe groans with every movement, and occasional moans of discomfort fill the air as one or another of them tosses fitfully in their sleep.

When you finally manage to pry your eyes open and sit up groggily, Choker is already awake. She glances over at you with a mix of triumph and annoyance in her gaze, clearly feeling smug about having been the first one up. Smoov, on the other hand, is still nestled comfortably under her blanket, mumbling sleepily to herself.

Choker clears her throat loudly, drawing Smoov's attention briefly before she lets out a huff of annoyance and rolls over onto her side, muttering something about needing more sleep. "So," Choker says cooly, leaning against the steel bars of her bunk in a nonchalant sort of way, "what do you want to talk about first?"

There's a challenge in her voice and a sparkle in her eyes that tells you she won't be backing down easily; this is her turf now and she intends to keep it that way. You can feel your own resolve starting to solidify as well; maybe she underestimates you, but you know what needs to happen if you want to survive in here.

Choker's eyes narrow dangerously and she crosses her arms over her chest. "I don't think so," she snarls, all pretense of nonchalance gone now. Her voice is a low growl that sends shivers down your spine; you can feel the anger radiating off her in waves. "You think just because we slept together last night you can treat me like that?"

She takes a step closer to you, invading your personal space and daring you to react. Her face is only inches from yours now, her breath hot against your cheek as she leans in menacingly. "I'm not some cheap whore you can order around," Choker hisses through clenched teeth, venom lacing every word.

Your heart races, but you refuse to back down. You meet her challenge with one of your own, standing your ground and holding her gaze despite the unspoken threat that hangs in the air between you. "Oh yeah?" You growl back, pushing yourself up taller so that you're almost nose-to-nose with her. "Maybe I will treat you like my whore."

Choker's pupils dilate as your words wash over her like a cold shower, and she takes an unsteady step back. Her glare intensifies for a moment before she finally breaks eye contact, glancing away and running a shaky hand through her hair. "Fine," she says through clenched teeth, still sounding angry but somehow resigned as well. "You want it? You can have it."

Her voice trails off and she turns to climb down from her bunk, padding naked across the cell towards you with a defiant swagger that belies her inner turmoil. When she's close enough, she stops abruptly and lifts her chin, challenging you to continue. "But remember," she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with venom, "I still own you."

Choker meets your eyes defiantly as she sinks to her knees in front of you. Her hands wrap around your shaft, feeling the heat emanating from its length even through your prison-issue uniform pants. She tugs down the zipper roughly and pushes the elastic of your briefs out of the way before wrapping her lips around the head of your cock, sucking it deep into her mouth with a loud slurp that echoes through the small cell.

Her tongue dances against the sensitive flesh, teasing you as she takes more and more of your length down her throat. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes close as she focuses on satisfying you, determined to prove that despite everything, she's still in control here. But even as she bobs her head up and down hungrily, the tension between you is palpable; Choker knows she can't afford to lose this power struggle anytime soon.

Her free hand grasps at your thigh and pulls it roughly towards her, urging you deeper inside as she takes more of you into her mouth with each thrust of her head. Her other hand grips the edge of the steel bed, steadying herself against the rough surface as she tries to match your pace.

Her breath comes out in hot puffs against your tender flesh, mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against steel as she bobs her head up and down. Choker's body trembles with need, and despite herself, small whimpers escape her throat as she feels you growing harder inside her mouth, driving her further towards the edge.

"That's it," she growls through clenched teeth, pressing her face deeper into your crotch. "Take what's mine." Her fingers dig into your thigh, urging you to go

Smoov looks over at you with curiosity, taking in your interaction with Choker. She seems to be assessing the situation, weighing her options and waiting for the right moment to make her move. "So," she starts casually, trying to sound nonchalant. "What's it like in here? Who are some of the bigger players you should watch out for?" Her voice holds a note of innocence, but there's an undercurrent of challenge there as well; it's clear that she too is vying for dominance over both you and Choker.

Choker continues to service your cock, her mouth moving expertly up and down your length. She glances back at Smoov briefly before returning her attention to your crotch, obviously aware of the challenge being posed but determined not to let it distract her from her current task. "Most of them are just a bunch of assholes," she growls through gritted teeth around your shaft. "But there's a few you should keep an eye on."

Her hand tightens on your thigh, urging you deeper into her mouth as she talks, relishing the power it gives her even in this moment of submission. Her free hand reaches up to play with one of your nipples, twisting and pulling until you groan loudly, the sound vibrating through her and intensifying the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Like who?" Smoov presses, eyes flicking between you and Choker, looking for any sign of weakness she can exploit. Her expression is calculating, almost predatory. "Who do I need to watch out for?"

Choker hisses through gritted teeth as you roughly grasp her head and begin to thrust deeper into her mouth. She knows better than to struggle; it would only make things worse for both of you, but the urge to fight back is strong. As your cock throbs inside her and you begin to lose control, she feels herself starting to slip, helplessly falling under the weight of your dominance.

Her free hand flies up, gripping at your shoulder in a futile attempt to steady herself as the strength leaves her limbs and her vision begins to darken around the edges. "Axel," she manages to choke out through clenched teeth before you finally release her head with an angry growl. Her words are garbled from your semen, streaming down her face and neck as she collapses back against the bars of her bed, gasping for air.

"Axel's dangerous," she manages to get out between ragged breaths, glancing over at Smoov with a mix of warning and challenge. "He'll do whatever he has to in order to protect his turf." Her body shudders as the last of your release pulses through her, coating her tongue and filling her mouth with the bitter-sweet taste of defeat. But even now, Choker refuses to fully submit; there's still a spark of defiance burning deep inside her that will not be extinguished so easily.

Smoov laughs softly, shaking her head as she studies Choker. "You think you can hold onto him, do you?" There's no malice in her words; she's simply curious to see how this little power play will unfold.

The cell door creaks open and a guard steps inside, glancing between the three of you before turning his attention back to Choker. "Time to get up," he growls, jerking his thumb towards the exit.

Choker swallows hard, her chest rising and falling as she struggles for breath. She looks at Smoov one last time, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange before she reluctantly pushes herself upright, climbing off her bunk with an ease that belies the exhaustion she feels. The guard says nothing more, merely watches impassively as they all begin to get dressed. As Choker pulls on her sweatpants and T-shirt, she glances at Smoov out of the corner of her eye, wondering when the other woman will make her move.

It won't be long now. The battle for dominance has only just begun, and all three women know it. But until they step outside these walls, nothing is certain. The power balance could shift at any moment, leaving one on top and two below them, or it could all come crashing down in a violent explosion of rage and fury that would make even the hardest inmates think twice about crossing their paths again.

For now, they are forced to endure this fragile truce, each eyeing the other warily, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and claim what is rightfully theirs.