"Looks like we have a little boy toy here," the other snorted.
Amy blinked her big eyes at them and backed against the bars fearfully.
"How come they put you in with us, fuck-toy!" one of the women asked.
"I don't know," she gulped.
"Pretty little thing," another said.
"Nice tits," the third grunted.
"Nice hard tits," the first said. "They look real tasty."
Amy folded her arms over her chest worriedly. These women seemed like more of those "lesbian" types. She wondered if they were, or if they were just being mean to her for some reason. She was in a prison, after all, and it stood to reason that there were a lot of nasty types in prison.
"Come here, kid," one of the women said.
"W… why!" she gulped.
"Because I said so."
That was something Amy had often heard from her parents. It wasn't something you could argue with. Nor, from the nasty glare on the woman's face, was she willing to be argued with. Amy was locked in this little room with the three women, and desperately afraid one of them would hurt her, even beat her up or something.
She shuffled forward to the edge of the lower bunk the woman was sitting on. The woman swung her legs over the edge and then patted the place beside her. Amy didn't want to sit down, but didn't see any way not to. She slowly sat, arms still folded over her chest.
"What's your name, honey!" the woman asked.
"Amy," Amy squeaked.
"MY name's Donna," the woman said. "That's Slade up above us, and Karen across from us."
"Hu… hullo," Amy gulped.
Donna was a lithe woman with curly black hair and a narrow face. Slade was a black woman who had long dreadlocks. Karen had collar length blonde hair. That was all Amy could tell without her glasses. Facial features were very difficult to discern, even when she squinted.
Donna put her arm over Amy's shoulder and hugged her.
"Now why don't you tell us why you're here, honey!" she purred.
"I… I don't know," Amy whimpered.
"You don't know! She doesn't know," Donna snorted.
"How many times you had your pussy pumped today, baby!" Slade called down from above.
"What do they say you did!" Donna smiled, fingers moving through the bangs over Amy's eyes.
"They… said I had drugs in my car," Amy said, trembling a little. "But I didn't. I know I didn't."
"You're very pretty," Donna smiled, eyes flicking down Amy's body.
"Tha… thanks," Amy whispered.
"Move your arms."
"Wha… what! Why!" Amy gulped.
"Because I said so."
Reluctantly Amy eased her arms aside a little at a time, until Donna and Karen, and Slade, who was looking down at them from above, could see her body in it's glistening orange, skintight suit.
Donna slid her hand up and down Amy's back, then gripped a thick mass of curly hair and slowly gently pulled back, forcing Amy's head up. Amy was too frightened to even protest.
She gasped as Donna slid a finger up and down her slit. She could feel it easily through the tight, thin material.
"Talk about tight," Donna smiled. "If I had a cock I could practically fuck you without taking the jumper off."
"Have her take it off anyway," Slade said.
"Yeah."
Donna slid the zipper down all the way to near Amy's crotch, then pulled the fabric open to bare her rounded breasts.
"Nice, huh!" she said to the others.
"Nice and firm," Karen said.
"Please don't," Amy whimpered.
"Okay," Donna said.
She let go of Amy's hair and eased back a little. Amy pulled her head forward, then reached for the zipper.
"Stand up, Amy," Donna ordered. Amy got to her feet quickly, zipping the jumpsuit up to her throat.
"Go and stand over there against the bars," Donna said.
Amy was glad to, backing against the bars again as she had been before.
"Now strip," Donna grinned.
"Wha… what!" Amy gasped.
"Strip. We wanna see you naked."
"Yeah, get your clothes off, fuck-toy," Slade said.