Both girls eagerly nod their heads in agreement, their bodies quivering with anticipation at the thought of pleasing you. Luna crawls across the floor towards you on all fours, her wet pussy glistening in the dim light as she approaches. Aurora follows suit, her large breasts bouncing enticingly with each step she takes. As they reach your side, they kneel before you, offering themselves to be used however you see fit.

Luna and Aurora look at each other with mixed emotions of excitement and fear as they feel your tongue exploring their mouths. They both shudder in pleasure as you claim them as your own, promising to make them pregnant and secure the future of their lineages within this alien prison kingdom. With a new sense of purpose now guiding them, they eagerly await the night when they will bear your children and continue the cycle of dominance begun by your monstrous phallus.

Sarah eventually pulls away from the embrace, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "It's my dad," she whispers hoarsely. "He drinks a lot and gets really angry sometimes... I think he might have done it." Her bottom lip trembles again as she struggles to hold back more tears.

You are currently hugging Sarah, the young daughter of the leader of the group of girls you've been brought into prison with. She has just confided in you that she believes her father may have been responsible for whatever it is she's accused of doing, and not herself. You feel a sense of protectiveness towards her and want to help her.

One option is to continue comforting Sarah and see if she has any other information or ideas about how to prove her innocence.

During the night, you're woken up by the feeling of someone groping your crotch. You open your eyes to see Inmate 2, the older Hispanic male who was previously reading his book, leaning over you with a sneer on his face. "Don't worry," he whispers, "I won't tell anyone if you don't."

You have two options: ignore what happened and try to get back to sleep, or confront Inmate 2 about his actions.

Inmate 3 is now on top of you, his hands on your breasts. You find yourself unable to move or speak as he looks down at you intently, his eyes filled with desire. The smell of him is unmistakable; it fills your nostrils and leaves you gasping for air. Finally, you manage to say, "Why are you doing this?"

Inmate 3 responds by leaning closer, breathing heavily on your ear. "You know why," he says, voice low and seductive. "

The guard laughs cruelly before shoving you roughly into your cell. "Just remember who your friends are," he says with a wink as he locks the door behind him. You collapse onto your bed, still reeling from the encounter. Is there any way out of this nightmare?

The guard just laughs again before slamming your cell door shut. "Good luck getting anyone to listen to you in here, princess," he taunts before disappearing down the corridor.

You're left alone with your thoughts, wondering what other horrors this place might hold. The fluorescent lights flicker ominously above, casting long shadows across the cold concrete walls of your cell. Despite your best efforts to stay strong, a sense of despair begins to creep in...

Ni-Ki's expression darkens, his grip on your hand tightening as if trying to anchor you both in this moment.

"Fuck, Roselia, I can't even imagine what you went through," he mutters harshly, anger and sorrow warring within him. "No one should have to see or do those things."

His voice drops to a whisper, heavy with emotion. "You were just a child, thrust into hell. And yet here you are, still fighting, still standing."

Ni-Ki pulls you close, holding you as if to shield you from further pain. "

Ni-Ki's jaw clenches at the realization that you entered adulthood amidst the horrors of war. The image of an innocent teenager forced to endure such trauma fills him with a deep sense of rage and helplessness.

"Oh, baby girl... I'm so sorry you had to grow up like that," he whispers, his voice thick with unshed tears. "You deserve all the love and peace in the world."

As if driven by instinct, Ni-Ki begins to stroke your hair soothingly, trying to offer some measure of comfort despite the impossibility of his situation.

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