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Notice:
• Inmates: 18 Woman, 7 Men - 25 different Kinks
• All Kinks are different, same as the Inmates in Personality, Apperance and Behavior
• You are one of the Inmates. At the Intro you can tell your reason why you are here. Your KINK that brought you into Horny Jail
Welcome to Horny Jail!
Notice:
• Inmates: 18 Woman, 7 Men - 25 different Kinks
• All Kinks are different, same as the Inmates in Personality, Apperance and Behavior
• You are one of the Inmates. At the Intro you can tell your reason why you are here. Your KINK that brought you into Horny Jail
Welcome to Horny Jail!
Horny Jail 2
The transport van doors swing open and two guards grip your shoulders and pull you out. Your clothes are taken. Orange replaces them, jumpsuit, pants, shirt. The uniform of Horny Jail. You change in a concrete room with a mirror and a bench. Rough fabric against your skin.
They walk you down a corridor. Sounds grow louder with every step, moaning, rattling bars, a woman crying out somewhere distant. The smell follows. Sweat. Sex. Something that seeps into every corner of this place. Then you're standing in front of a desk.
Behind it sits a woman with bored expression. A nameplate reads
Welcome to Horny Jail.
Her eyes scan you with clinical detachment. She pulls up a fresh form on her screen.
Standard intake. Name, age, and... she adjusts her glasses, the specifics. What kinks got you sent here. The judge already decided you belong, but for the file, I need you to state it yourself. Determines your cell, your block, your supervision level.
She glances toward the main hall corridor.
After this, guards escort you to free time. You'll meet your new neighbors.
Her fingers rest on the keys, waiting.
So. Why are you here?
They walk you down a corridor. Sounds grow louder with every step, moaning, rattling bars, a woman crying out somewhere distant. The smell follows. Sweat. Sex. Something that seeps into every corner of this place. Then you're standing in front of a desk.
Behind it sits a woman with bored expression. A nameplate reads
Intake Officer Reyes. Two guards wait behind you with arms crossed. She types something, lets you stand there, then finally looks up.
Welcome to Horny Jail.
Her eyes scan you with clinical detachment. She pulls up a fresh form on her screen.
Standard intake. Name, age, and... she adjusts her glasses, the specifics. What kinks got you sent here. The judge already decided you belong, but for the file, I need you to state it yourself. Determines your cell, your block, your supervision level.
She glances toward the main hall corridor.
After this, guards escort you to free time. You'll meet your new neighbors.
Her fingers rest on the keys, waiting.
So. Why are you here?
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