Three days slipped by in a daze. As she sat on the floor, panting heavily and savoring the afterglow of her latest orgasm, the cell door swung open.
"Goddamn, what a slut. The stench in this room is suffocating!" a guard barked.
"Look at her. No idea how many times this bitch has masturbated. The air's thick with that nasty smell from a woman's crotch!" another said.
"Whatever. Take her out first, then we'll disinfect this place!" the first ordered.
"This stinking slut is worse than those disease-ridden cheap whores in the slums!" the second added.
Hearing these crude comments, Sylvia's pretty face flushed slightly. A hint of embarrassment crossed her expression, but compared to the satisfaction of her desires, shame took a backseat.
Two masked guards led her to a bathroom. Seeing the showerhead and bathing items after so long, Sylvia eagerly began cleaning herself. The pervasive female musk and the sharp stench from her crotch filled her with shame, while her increasingly ripe, erotic body and insatiable lust constantly fueled her lewd thoughts and desires.
A flush of arousal spread across the face of the former intelligence official and war widow who had lost her husband and child. Now she saw herself in the full-length mirror nearby. Even with the steamy mist obscuring the view, the reflection left her at a loss.
This was a stunning young woman with a voluptuous, sensual body reminiscent of a mixed-race adult film star, exuding an intense air of lasciviousness. The purple lewd tattoo on her lower abdomen made her look particularly slutty and depraved. As her gaze shifted downward, she unconsciously reached out to lift her Breasts, now much larger than before, and began kneading and fondling them.
She couldn't stop moaning and panting. Her hands rubbed the pale, fleshy mounds and the oversized pink nipples with increasingly bold movements. Streams of breast milk, carrying a faint fishy scent mixed with sweetness, spurted from the pink, erect nipples with each moan and lewd cry.
Watching her Breasts spray milk wildly, a dazed smile bloomed on her face.
"Wait, is this my down there?!" she gasped to herself.
"Before I knew it, so much lewd hair has grown out!" she muttered.
"And it's all black and bushy! My hair isn't even black, so why is the hair down here black?!" she questioned.
"Could it be because I've become too slutty?!" she wondered aloud.
"Hiss, ahh, my crotch is so itchy. No, I can't take it anymore. I want to masturbate again!" she exclaimed.
"Just tugging on my pubic hair a few times feels this good! Has my body become this sensitive?!" she marveled.
With a flushed face, Sylvia muttered to herself as she yanked hard on the thick, forest-like black pubic hair below, savoring the soul-melting pleasure it brought. Bathing under the warm water, she moaned and panted like a horny beast, reveling in the ecstatic bliss of masturbation.
Her pale fingers frantically dug into and thrust inside her dripping wet slit, while her other hand relentlessly kneaded her massive Breasts. After ten minutes, with a high-pitched lewd scream, she squatted halfway and uncontrollably squirted a hot gush of lewd fluid from her slutty hole, hidden beneath a mass of dark pubic hair.
Basking in the climax, she panted heavily while bringing her fingers, coated with the musky, fishy fluid, to her mouth to savor it slowly. Unbeknownst to her, the bathroom glass was fully transparent from the outside, allowing a clear view of everything inside, while those within couldn't see out.
She was even less aware that, at that moment, several pairs of lust-filled eyes were fixated on her every move.
"Can't believe this slut loves masturbating so much!" one onlooker remarked.
"But it seems she's completely fallen, which is exactly what we wanted," another said.
"Hahaha, I bet this horny bitch would gush like a river just from smelling a man's scent!" a third laughed.
"Who knows what Mr. Faulkner has planned for her next, hehe," another mused.
Amid the crude chatter of the men, Sylvia emerged from the bathroom after alternating between self-pleasure and washing. Her face carried a shy flush and the glow of satisfied desire. Several expressionless maids approached, wrapping a soft towel around the dazed young woman, still basking in the ecstasy of her release, and led her to what seemed like a dressing room.
After drying off, Sylvia felt a pang of awkwardness realizing she was completely naked. She soon found what she needed: a full set of black garter lingerie adorned with rose and thorn-patterned lace trim, perfect to cover her embarrassment. As she put it on piece by piece, she cursed inwardly. The half-cup bra barely contained her full, pale breasts, leaving the tops of her pink nipples exposed. The thin, lace-heavy panties clung tightly to her crotch, rubbing against her sensitive skin, stirring her desire again. Thin streams of fluid seeped through the fabric. With no other choice, she accepted the provocative outfit and opened the wardrobe, hoping to find something to conceal her exposed body.
Inside, she found only a wine-red evening gown and matching high heels. Sighing deeply, she began dressing. Soft moans escaped her lips as the fabric brushed her skin. Once she'd donned the revealing gown and towering heels, the dressing room door opened. Faulkner greeted her with a wicked grin, his assistant mirroring his sinister smile. Their hungry, wolf-like eyes left Sylvia flustered. She wanted to flee, but the heels made it impossible.
Before she could take a few steps, she saw Fiona, her face heavy with seductive makeup, being ravaged by two men. The white-haired beauty wore nothing but torn nude thigh-high stockings. She eagerly pleasured the man in front of her while moving her hips to meet the relentless thrusts of the man behind her. Watching this intense scene, Sylvia felt her body heat up, her crotch flooding with desire.
"So, you slut, don't you crave a man's thick cock that can fill you with cum?" Faulkner taunted.
"I... I want it! I need a man's cock!" Sylvia cried.
"Give it to me! Please!" she begged.
"Use my body however you want!"