1. Gassy Rehab


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Sex Humor, Author: LittleMissFart, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster

    black haired woman demanded, pointing to the generic grey cotton pyjamas which were neatly stacked in a square on the cream coloured bed sheets. Sam crawled naked and humiliated to the bed, and pulled herself up to her feet. She stared at the pyjamas. "You deaf or just stupid? She told you to put those on." The bleached blonde woman repeated her partner's demands. Sam looked at them both with a scowl on her face. "You'll do as I say. Trust me, you won't want us putting them on you ourselves." The black haired one threatened. Sam anxiously gulped and looked back to the pyjamas, and picked them up to swiftly put them on. "Aw, I was hoping she refused so we could teach her a lesson in obedience..." Blonde hair playfully sighed, making black hair chuckle. "Plenty of time for that, another time." Black hair smirked. She, as well as her blonde haired partner, then turned around and walked out the door. The door whooshed closed behind them, along with a small beep. "We're going to have fun with that bitch." Sam heard them say, their words muffled from behind the door. "Come on, let's go see that silly tart in Unit #26, I want to make her cry again!" One of them sneered cruelly, and their footsteps soon faded away down the hall. Sam walked up to the door, and tried to open it, but there was no handle at all on it. She studied it, running her fingers around the edges, trying to find some way to f***e it open. No use, it was shut solid, the only way to open it was with one of those ...
    electronic passes from the outside. She then turned her attention to the small window above the bed. Standing on the bed, she pushed and pressed against it but it too was shut solid. She tapped the glass and realised that it was reinf***ed shatterproof glass. Not that it would matter, the window was so small that even if there was no glass there's no way she'd be able to squeeze her body through it. She was trapped. A prisoner with no escape. Eventually Sam gave up, and curled up into a ball on the bed, and cried. 8 hours slowly passed by, when the door suddenly whooshed open. In walked Dr Blythe. "Settling in well, Samantha?" She asked pleasantly, holding a clipboard. "No. I don't want to settle. I just want to go home..." She sighed in reply. "Oh dear. Well, I'm afraid to say, home is just a distant thought for you now. Just focus on your treatment, and the 3 months to your release will eventually come round." Joy chirped. "3 months?! I want out now!" Sam gasped. "This place is for your own good, Samantha. Time will come when it'll be hard work just getting you to leave this place!" Joy giggled. Her little joke falling onto deaf ears. "I just came here to drop off your treatment schedule. Please read through carefully." Joy told her, as she took a piece of paper off the clipboard with Sam's schedule printed onto it, and handed it to Sam. Sam took it in her hand, and looked at it. "Please follow the schedule carefully, as any delays will lead to punishment. You better settle in ...
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