Claimed
‘Big Sis’ Baek Eunhwa looked down at Ayeon, pinned beneath her.
And she remembered the day the girl had first been dragged in by the blonde one—Kim Taeyeon.
At first, she hadn't cared in the slightest.
After all, the girl had been a death row inmate.
With physical executions abolished, the TS Procedure had been devised as the answer: transplant the consciousness of the condemned into a new, powerless body, making repeat crimes physically impossible. Receiving the procedure meant one thing and one thing only—Ayeon had been sentenced to die.
Ordinary death row inmates, though, never stopped drunk on their own former strength. They walked into the prison already stripped of their abilities—powerless, ordinary humans—and still carried themselves like kings.
They were also, without exception, social misfits.
Could people like that ever be expected to keep their heads down behind bars?
Incidents repeated themselves a handful of times, and eventually it became custom: whenever a new death row inmate arrived, the prisoners would fall on her together—breaking her in, taking her apart.
But this newcomer—No. 30, Ayeon—was different from the vicious criminals who had come before her. At least, she was in Baek Eunhwa's eyes.
Ayeon possessed a certain weakness.
She was groveling from the start—watching Eunhwa's every move, screaming to be spared, and rather than trying to kill Kim Taeyeon for laying hands on her so freely, she had simply run.
Was it simply because she understood, viscerally, that she was no longer the strong one?
Hard to say….
Eunhwa's curiosity had been piqued, and so she decided to keep watching the girl a while longer.
To do that, though, she had to own Ayeon.
Only then could she keep the girl at her side, where she could observe her.
And if Ayeon didn't become Eunhwa's, it was plain as daylight what the other inmates would do to her.
Kim Taeyeon especially….
Kim Taeyeon was, even within the prison, a lesbian of notorious reputation. Anyone who fell into her clutches would suffer a fate no kind word could soften.
Eunhwa slowly pushed her middle and ring fingers inside Ayeon.
At first they wouldn't go in easily—the arousal that should have served as lubrication was barely flowing.
"Haa—ahk!"
Every time Eunhwa's fingertips scraped the walls of her channel, forcing their way deeper, another moan spilled from Ayeon's lips.
"Hoo…."
Eunhwa let out a long sigh.
Handful, aren't you.
She muttered it under her breath, then worked her mouth, gathering saliva.
Ptoo—.
Eunhwa opened her mouth, and the spit slid down, dropping into the gap of Ayeon's thighs.
"Hiik…!"
The moment the faintly warm saliva touched her sex, Ayeon shuddered as if gooseflesh had broken out across her whole body.
Ignoring the reaction entirely, Eunhwa pushed her hand in a second time. Her saliva did its job as lubricant beautifully, and this time the fingers slid in far more easily.
Shlck—.
And soon enough, the tips of her fingers brushed against Ayeon's hymen.
"Uhhk! D-don't… please…!"
Ayeon must have realized what was happening too, because she threw both arms against Eunhwa's with every ounce of strength she had left.
Then, desperate to push the intruding fingers even a little further out, she twisted her body, trying to squirm free from beneath Eunhwa.
"…"
Eunhwa watched her struggle for a moment, then closed her eyes—and in a single instant, drove her hand all the way in.
Pook—.
"Gyahhhk—!"
Ayeon's body convulsed violently once, her head snapping back.
"Ah, ahh…."
Slowly, she lowered her chin and let her gaze drift down toward her own lower half.
Red blood was welling out.
On the two fingers Eunhwa withdrew, Ayeon's virgin blood glistened, mingled with arousal.
"Hhk… huhh…."
Perhaps it was the hollow ache of having her virginity stolen—a tear slid down Ayeon's cheek.
But it didn't last. She scrubbed the tears away, and then glared up at Eunhwa as though nothing had happened, as though she truly hated her.
Eunhwa looked back and forth between her own wet hand and Ayeon's face.
Something… feels strange.
Watching the girl moan beneath her, something seemed to stir and writhe in her chest.
I don't have a hobby of tormenting people.
And yet, looking at Ayeon—so pitifully weak, and still fighting her with everything she had—some urge kept welling up, telling her to handle the girl more roughly.
Eunhwa moved her hand back to Ayeon's pussy.
Squelch, squelch—.
Each time Eunhwa turned her wrist, a lewd, vulgar sound rang out.
"Uhhk…, hhk! Ha, hahk…! It hurts!"
The wound left by her torn hymen made Ayeon cry out in pain.
But Eunhwa ignored it, churning the girl's insides without pause—and gradually, Ayeon's moans of pain began to warp into cries of pleasure.
"Uhhng…! Hk!"
The body that had thrashed in agony at first was slowing, bit by bit. The arms that had shoved at Eunhwa in a bid to escape were losing their strength.
The pain faded, and pleasure crept in to take its place.
"Haahhk! D-don't—don't…!♥"
Even as she spat the words stop, her body seemed to be begging for Eunhwa's touch—every time the fingers scraped her walls, Ayeon flinched with a faint tremor.
Looking down at all of it from above, Eunhwa murmured:
"…Feels good?"
"Uhhng…! I just— I don't like it, that's all…!"
"Liar."
"Haahh… I'm not lyiing!♥"
"Then why won't your pussy let go of my fingers?"
"Hoo-hng♥"
oblivious to how obscene her own voice sounded, oblivious to how much it was stoking Eunhwa's arousal, all Ayeon could do was keep pushing at her arm.
…Annoying.
With Ayeon shoving her arm like that, she couldn't drive her fingers in as deep as she wanted.
I need to finish her off and be done with this.
The other inmates were still gathered around, watching—and she couldn't stop short of making the girl come, not with an audience.
So Eunhwa kept pistoning her fingers into Ayeon's pussy with one hand, and with the other seized both of the girl's wrists, pinning them up above her head.
"Hiihk…! Let—let go of me!♥"
With her arms forced up, Ayeon's smooth, bare armpits came into view.
And along with them, her soft breasts bounced once, jiggling upward.
Eunhwa bent down and carefully took the pink bud atop one of them between her lips.
Tsk… chwwp—.
"Hiyaahk!"
Chup—.
"St—stop it, stoop…♥"
At Ayeon's words, Eunhwa lifted her head from the girl's breast.
"Stop…. stoop…!"
"……"
Eunhwa felt a flash of indignation at being refused yet again.
I'm the one keeping you safe, you know.
She didn't want to hear another word of don't—so she pressed her face in close and shoved her tongue past Ayeon's lips.
"Ummph…!"
Through the crack of Ayeon's short cry, Eunhwa's tongue invaded.
Chwwp—. Tsk.
Sllk, shlk—.
Once Ayeon's moans were swallowed whole, only those wet sounds filled the quiet of the prison.
Kim Taeyeon and the rest of the inmates watched the scene in silence.
"…Shit."
"Has Big Sis always been like that…?"
"Why is it so… hot?"
This was nothing like the sex they'd had before, here in the prison.
Prison sex was rough and graceless—nothing more than a means to drain an inmate's lust. Nobody thought about how the other woman felt; you just ground your pussy against hers until it was over. That was all sex ever was in this place.
But what was unfolding before their eyes now…
Wasn't that the sex of lovers?
A few of the prisoners had planned to touch themselves while watching the two of them go at it, but even they stood frozen, doing nothing, staring blankly at the scene.
Before long—
"…Gyahhang!!♥"
Along with the cry of pleasure that burst from Ayeon's mouth, a violent jet of fluid sprayed across Eunhwa's body.
"Hoo…."
"Haah…, haah…!"
Ayeon panted, face flushed scarlet.
"I really… hate it…!"
"…You hate it?"
Eunhwa looked down at herself.
Her middle and ring fingers were drenched through with Ayeon's arousal, and her body was spattered with everything the girl had just gushed.
"Then what's this?"
"That's— that's just…!"
Ayeon worked her mouth furiously to argue back, but no words came out.
"Pfft."
Eunhwa laughed.
Anyone looking at Ayeon right now would see a woman who had enjoyed sex with everything she had. She'd shoved the other away, complaining of pain at first—but somewhere along the way she'd been screaming and writhing like a woman in heat.
"……"
Ayeon clearly knew it too. All she managed, under Eunhwa's laughter, was a sly turn of her head.
Eunhwa gazed at her a moment longer, then rose to her feet.
"Hoo…."
She swept her hair back once with the hand that wasn't soaked.
"…Here. A towel, ma'am."
"Thanks."
Somehow, an inmate had already appeared at her side with one. Eunhwa took it, wiped the evidence of Ayeon's climax from her body, and slipped back into the clothes she'd left folded nearby.
Then she took her time wiping down Ayeon's trembling body, slid one arm beneath her back and the other beneath her knees, and lifted her up like a princess.
"You'll do it even if you say you hate it, won't you?"
"…Hmph."
Eunhwa had expected her to thrash and kick—but Ayeon, surprisingly, nestled quietly into her chest. She seemed embarrassed, though, her face burning red as she fidgeted with her fingers.
Eunhwa carried her slowly up toward her own room at the very top floor of the prison.
Looking down at the other inmates, who were still staring up at the two of them, she spoke.
"Nobody touches her again."
And with that, she stepped into her room and shut the door behind them.