Hours later, he's back. He's so quiet, and she's as close to sleep as she can be with the lights already on, that she isn't really aware of him until he is behind her--perhaps it's just a fragment of a dream. She's thought she should welcome him...or perhaps fight him, since he seems to like hurting her. Anything to get him inside her pussy. She knows she'll come hard and fast after so much terrible stimulation without release. He has seen as he moved toward the cell, the wet area on the bar between her legs at the level of her groin. She has been rubbing her clit against the cold steel in a desperate effort to get herself off but without success. He has played back the video after his nap and watched as several times during the night she has ground and groaned and finally given up with a sob. Of all the girls he's had in this cell, none have ever tried that.
He knows he must deny her an orgasm again. It's his duty as a guard to make her suffer as long as possible, but guards are human too. He opens his pants and steps up against the warmth of her body and she comes back into contact with him like a lover finally reunited, her head back and her mouth open for a deep kiss.. He caresses her tortured breasts and hears her catch her breath as the pain and pleasure hit her together. He takes the cigar from his mouth and presses the lit end onto her nipple--a guard's version of foreplay--and she screams herself fully awake, hearing his cruel chuckles as she writhes her hips against him. She feels his naked cock pop up between her legs and her pussy open to welcome it. He wants to take her slowly, but she's too close. Her pussy is so hot and soaking that he knows a gentle intrusion will surely make her explode. So he drives himself into her, impaling her all the way to the cervix with a single thrust.
It works. He hears the guttural welcome in her throat, as if he had reached all the way there, but he shouts as that single thrust empties his hot fluid into her own, and he pushes himself back out of her before she can come. He can't let himself even touch her, and the agonized complaint tears at the small amount of heart he has left. He leaves her rocking and sobbing, trying the bar again. As he leaves, he looks back and promises, "Next time."