**Behind Bars**

The prison infirmary smelled of blood and cheap antiseptic. I’d been the only doctor assigned here for months, and though I kept my head down, my blue hair and azure skin always drew attention. The guards called me *”doc”* with a sneer, but the inmates… they stared. Hungry. Tonight, they got their chance.

A riot broke out after sundown. The guards abandoned their posts, locking us in with the prisoners. I tried to barricade myself in my office, but they smashed through the door—five of them, all thick with muscle and desperation.

“You think you’re too good for us, *doc*?” one growled. His hands were already fumbling with his belt.

I backed up until my spine hit the wall. “I don’t—don’t want trouble.”

The biggest one, a brute with scars across his knuckles, grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Too bad.”

The first hand groped my chest, squeezing hard under my white coat. Another man ripped the buttons open, exposing my small breasts. I tried to twist away, but his grip was iron.

“Never had a blue one before,” someone muttered.

Then they were on me. Hands everywhere—yanking my pants down, pulling my hair back so another could shove his fingers into my mouth. I choked as he pressed deep, his rough skin scraping my tongue.

The first cock rubbed against my thigh, thick and hot. “Open up, bitch.”

I clenched my teeth, but another man grabbed my jaw and forced it apart. The tip of his dick hit my lips, thick with salt and sweat, and then he was pushing in. My throat convulsed as he thrust, my nose buried in his filthy stomach.

While one fucked my mouth, another dragged me onto the cot. My legs were forced apart, fingers digging into my inner thighs.

“Tighter than I thought,” a voice chuckled before spitting directly onto my pussy.

I thrashed, but hands held me down as the first man lined up his cock and shoved inside. The stretch burned—I cried out, but it was muffled by the dick still pumping between my lips. He didn’t wait for me to adjust, just hammered into me, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Fuck, she’s dry,” he grunted.

“Use her mouth then,” another suggested, yanking my head back by my hair.

The man in my pussy pulled out, and suddenly I was flipped onto my stomach. Hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto my knees.

“Hold her open,” someone ordered.

Fingers spread my cunt wide, and then a thick cock drove into me from behind. I screamed, but it only made them laugh.

“Like that, doc? Bet you never took it like this before.”

He fucked me hard, each thrust jolting my body forward. The cot creaked under us, my fingers scrambling for something to hold onto. Another man grabbed my hair, tilting my head up, and shoved his dick back into my mouth.

I gagged, spit dripping down my chin as he thrust deep. Tears blurred my vision, but I could still see the others waiting their turn, stroking themselves as they watched.

The one behind me groaned, his pace turning erratic. “Gonna fill her up.”

Hot cum spurted inside me, his hips jerking as he emptied himself. He pulled out with a wet sound, and immediately another man took his place.

This one was thicker. I whimpered as he forced his way in, my pussy still swollen from the last.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Squeezing me like a vice.”

The one in my mouth came, shooting down my throat. I coughed, but there was no reprieve—another cock replaced it instantly.

They took turns. One in my pussy, one in my mouth, sometimes one pressing against my ass, testing. They slapped my thighs when I clenched, called me names when I sobbed.

“Such a pretty little dyke,” one sneered, gripping my throat as he fucked me from behind. “Bet you hate every second of this.”

I did. But my body betrayed me—the rough friction, the sheer fullness, the way my clit throbbed against the base of their cocks. Shame burned hotter than their hands on my skin.

The last one came inside me, panting as he pulled out. Cum dripped down my thighs, sticky and warm.

They left me there, trembling on the cot, my body wrecked and used. One of them patted my ass on his way out.

“See you tomorrow, doc.”

The door slammed shut. I curled into myself, skin still humming from the violation. And the worst part?

I knew they’d be back.