Prison mutiny~

Dear diary~

The wolf brute dragged me inside his prison cell, throwing me on the old sheets of his bed that stank with musk and sweat. Two years ago he was known as Mr. W, a powerful mobster, one of the figures that shook the capitals night life. But now, he was nothing more then just another caged mutt in my pound.

-You're not so tough now, when we're on the same side of the bars miss warden, huh?- the wolf chuckled baring a toothy grin.

-You won't get away with this, you filth. The reinforcements are already on their way here. In an hour, this whole building will be surrounded, ending your pathetic circuss and you'll get at least another 10 years to your sentence. - I snarled back at him.

-Playing the strong woman now? You should know that my boys have all the doors barricaded and we have some spare hostages that weren't lucky enought to evacuate in time. - the wolf climbed on top of the bed, pinning me down. Then placing his muzzle above mine, he looked me dead in the eyes -This won't be over before lunch miss warden, oh no, we'll have a lot of time to know eachother... personally...-

Mr. W ripped my blouse open with strenght, sending the buttons flying in all directions. Then with a fast flick of the claw on his thumb, my black bra parted in two letting out the two pink nipples out into the light.

I didn't even had the time to shriek before the wolf burried his rough muzzle in between my creamy bossom, rubbing it's lenght forcefully along its curves and taking in a strong sniff.

-Fucking hell yes, so warm, so soft... and this perfume. I had a mighty hunch, but now I'm fucking sure.- he blurted out while rubbing the slowly growing bulge at the crotch of his prison jumpsuit.

-This fancy shit it laced with pheromones?- he continuted -You did this on purpose, you pompous slut. Enjoyed teasing the cocks of the locked up mongrels? Getting turned on the horny looks they gave you? Rubbing yourself in your office, thinking about how they fantasise about your tight pussy while they can only jack-off into the dirty bedsheets?-

I lie speachless and terrified. Unable to move a muscle. The wolf had risen up and slowly started peeling of his prison jumpsuit, savoring the moment of his total dominance.

-Now you'll reap what you sow bitch, me and all the pent-up pound mongrels that are now lining up at the cell entrance... we'll make sure of it.-

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I have no idea from where Mr. Wilczewski pulls out these roleplay scenarios, but it was really cool to see the set of the newest cop drama he's producing right now!~

Done with black pen on ink.

Geno E. Vefa and art © me ;3