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Court Transfer Report from Tokyo Prefecture District Court to Correction Bureau – Toyko Branch, Case: # 77521 – Japan v. Ann Takamaki
Name: Ann Takamaki
Age: 22 (2020 C.E.)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 165cm
Inmate #: 77053
Date of Admission: 11/15/2020 C.E.
Charges: Grand Larceny, Second-Degree Burglary
Sentence: 18 Years in Prison, to be served at Tokyo Prefecture Women’s Correctional Facility.
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Six times from June 2018 to November 2020, the Okumura Foods Charity Foundation loaned or donated art pieces to various museum exhibits. Each time, one or more pieces were stolen, with security cameras recording an unidentified woman wearing a scarlet catsuit committing the act. During the sixth burglary the night of November 7th, 2020, a police sting operation was conducted and engaged a suspect wearing a scarlet catsuit in the act. The suspect escaped with a stolen art piece but was grazed by a police bullet. Further investigation uncovered that the thief delivered the stolen items to Haru Okumura (see Case #77520 – Japan v. Okumura), who then sold the items on the black market and split the profits. Money from these sales were traced to an account owned by the defendant, Ann Takamaki. DNA obtained from the bullet that grazed the suspect encountered by the police was also matched to Ms. Takamaki. Formal charges of grand larceny and first-degree burglary were applied to Ms. Takamaki on 11/5/2020 and she was taken into custody by Lieutenant Ryuji Sakamoto and Officer Shiho Suzui. The next day, the defendant pled not guilty to all charges. She was denied bail and transported to the Tokyo District Jail to await her trial.
During pre-trial proceedings, the defendant’s counsel, Ms. Sae Niijima, successfully argued that the defendant could not be charged with first-degree burglary in the case of the most recent robbery, as only the police were present in the building at the time, not any museum staff. The prosecution maintained the first-degree burglary charges for the first five burglaries but lowered the charge for the sixth break-in to second-degree burglary.
During court proceedings (11/9/2020 – 11/15/2020), the defense’s counsel argued that there was insufficient evidence to tie Ms. Takamaki to the break-ins. However, the prosecution presented evidence that showcased that, at least for the sixth break-in, the defendant had means, motive, and opportunity to commit larceny and burglary. At the end of the proceedings, Judge Ippo Date concluded that there was insufficient evidence to find the defendant culpable for the first five break-ins beyond a reasonable doubt, finding her not guilty on the charges related to them. However, on the charges of grand larceny and second-degree burglary related to the sixth break-in, Ms. Takamaki was found guilty.
The defendant, Ann Takamaki, was sentenced to eighteen years in prison for grand larceny and second-degree burglary. She would be allowed to present her case for review before a parole board after serving twelve years of her sentence. Ms. Takamaki was taken into custody by the Corrections Bureau and transferred to Tokyo Prefecture Women’s Correctional Facility to begin her sentence.
Lauren Takamura
Court Clerk for Tokyo District Court
“Mmmm, oh yeah, Panther Queen. Work it! Crush those Turbo Ranger Neo Feathermen for the forces of evil! Haha!”
If anyone had been around to see Ann Takamaki posing in front of a full-size mirror in her trailer, she would have claimed she was just getting into character. Totally not having an uproarious time thinking about facing off with the heroic idols of much of Japan’s youth and inspiring them with her confidence.
The blonde bombshell of a model had broken into the acting world in the five years since her time as a Phantom Thief, landing a recurring role as the terrifying Panther Queen, mercenary righthand woman to Lord Zhao, nemesis to the newest generation of Neo Featherman Rangers. Mistress of the whip, the flame, and the jungle, she could trounce the Sentai heroes, while also tempting them to the side of evil with her strength and sensual allure. Ann had fit the part like a glove, and not just for the reasons the producers had expected. Thanks to her time as a Phantom Thief, she was already capable of all the necessary whip tricks and her own stunts. She even had suggestions for the costume design that ended up making it a real-life version of her Metaverse outfit. And the thigh-high maroon high heel boots, bright pink gloves, and tight red bodysuit with a boob window fit her athletic, femme fatale body as well in real-life as it did in the realm of cognition.
Panther Queen was an instant hit. She was so popular that the writers decided to forgo their original plans to kill the character off after sharing one last kiss with Featherman Pink Turbo and Featherman Black Turbo, and instead have her survive to kill and usurp Lord Zhao at the end of the season, becoming the main villain of the next arc as she seduced her two star-crossed Featherman lovers to her side. Ann’s acting got rave reviews and, more importantly in her eyes, she was able to inspire everyone to have as much confidence as her character had, to give spirit to people who needed that extra helping hand just as the sexy villainess she’d watched on TV when she was younger had given her that bit of hope. She’d put her all into her craft and it was paying dividends exactly as she wanted it to. Futaba, ever the Featherman connoisseur, had even named her as one of the top five villains the franchise ever had.
But Ann had to admit she was hesitating to sign the contract for the next season. She loved the part, and she loved putting her all into training for it. But it did leave her with a distinct lack of free time. And she had a personal matter that she needed some free time to finally come to a decision on.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Yo! Ann! You in there?”
“Wait, we’re here on official business. Should we speak so casually?”
“I mean, she knows it’s us. Wouldn’t trying to sound all official-like just make it weirder?”
Ann stood up straighter at the sound of the two voices outside her door, one man and one woman. The two she needed to make her decision on.
The femme fatale actress checked herself in the mirror for real this time, running her fingers through her blonde twintails to make sure there were no tangles. Then, her dark maroon high heels clicking across her trailer, she hurried to the door and opened it to her friends. “Get in here, you two.”
Ryuji Sakamoto and Shiho Suzui, the former in the plainclothes of a detective and the latter in the uniform of a patrolwoman, shot her serious nods and stepped inside, locking the door behind them.
Ann tried not to make her admiration of each of them too obvious, their clothes unable to hide the thick, defined muscles of the athletes. It had been a surprise when the former Skull had followed Ren into law enforcement, even more so when her oldest friend joined the force a few months after choosing to drop down to Division Two Volleyball, but Panther would never dare to say they were physically unsuited for the job. That fabric was tight around those… defined muscles… Mmm, kitty purred—No! No! Bad kitty! Not the time for this! Bad!
Like Panther Queen’s affections burned bright for both Featherman Pink Turbo and Featherman Black Turbo, Ann found herself having developed crushes on both of her oldest friends. But given she doubted a polycule was in the cards, she had to pick one to try to pursue a romantic relationship with. Which was hard. Shiho was her oldest friend, but her bond with Ryuji from middle school had been restored a hundredfold during and after their time as Phantom Thieves. Yet, she loved them both because of how they overcame all obstacles they faced with dedicated, determined training. She couldn’t run away from the hard choice. She had to choose!
… eventually… choosing was hard! She was still struggling not to eat more than one crepe a month!
“Damn, girl!” Ryuji greeted with a grin, shooting her a thumbs-up as he eyed her toned, leather-coated biceps. “All that training is paying off. Nice!”
“Thanks! I owe it all to the guy who made my stellar training regimen!” Ann smirked, flashing him a peace sign of gratitude. “Been making me sexy as hell since high school!”
“And it’s only made you sexier with time,” Shiho purred, saddling up to her blonde bestie. “No wonder those handshake lines at the conventions are so… long.”
“Uh—yeah,” Ann stuttered, very surprised by the way Shiho was swaying her slim, sensual hips as she approached. Was she flirting? Since when did gentle, volleyball nut Shiho flirt? “I mean, the ratings for this season were great. Futaba said its one of the franchise’s best in years.”
“Been watching every episode. She’s right,” Ryuji complimented, coming around her side and patting her shoulder. Only for his fingers to glide down her muscular arms, her flesh tingling beneath her catsuit at his grazing touch. “No shortage of thanks to having the franchise’s most smoking actress.”
Ann’s eyes widened, her face lighting up the same shade of red as her suit. Now Ryuji was flirting too? Ryuji? He’d gotten more mature as they’d grown up but he was still usually blunt. Both he and Shiho were. Were they teasing her on purpose? Was this a prank? Did Ren coach them in how to be flirty bastards? Oh, she was never going to hear the end of this if they found out how wet they were making her.
“I—I mean, I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, Yukari Takeba exists. That makes me a distant runner-up at best,” the blonde model argued, her fangirl excitement calming her nerves a bit as she spoke of her and Futaba’s shared number one Featherman character and actor. “There’s rumors that she’s coming back for the anniversary special in two years, and I’d kill to be… involved in… that…”
Her voice trailed off as Ryuji circled around to her back while Shiho saddled up against her front. The former massaged her shoulders while the latter flashed a sultry smolder and danced her nimble fingers down Ann’s hefty chest.
“W—What’s gotten into you guys?” she stammered, confused if she’d fallen asleep without realizing it and gotten stuck in a wet dream. “I—I mean, weren’t you saying you were here on official b—business?”
“Oh, we are. Sadly,” Ryuji sighed, his hot breath washing over Ann’s ear. “For real, it’s just like you to do anything to help a friend.”
“But Haru really did go too far with her little scheme,” Shiho teased, cupping the underside of Ann’s mountainous mammary as her glossy pink lips neared Panther’s blushing maw. “We love you for how loyal you are to her… but now we have to collar this kitty.”
Ann blinked, her mind too overloaded to fully process the words. “Huh—Wah!”
Combat instinct burned through her confusion, but it was too slow to save her. Shiho’s teasing grope transitioned into a vicious squeeze and a swift punch to the stomach. Ann gasped up spittle from the surprise attack, leaving herself wide open for Ryuji to seize her bright pink gloves.
The voluptuous blonde Phantom Thief was marched across her trailer, the dark maroon high heels clacking against the floor until she was mercilessly bent over her makeup table. Her muscular arms strained against her tight red catsuit as they were twisted behind her back, the buxom actress wriggling under the policeman’s weight as frigid steel handcuffs fastened around her wrists, ratcheting so tight that they painful squeezed into her perfect creamy skin.
“Ann Takamaki, you’re under arrest for first degree burglary and breaking and entering!” Ryuji announced, pinning his rapturous friend over the smooth metal tabletop as his pelvis ground against her enormous pillowy ass. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. William!”
Skull’s Persona, a pirate atop a floating ship with electricity crackling around him, appeared beside him. Ever since Ren stopped that Holy Grail thing from merging Mementos with reality (he’d always been sparse on the details of how, but come on, it was Ren! If anyone could pull a last-minute trick to save the world from an invincible cup that erased the rest of them from existence, it was him) five years ago, personas could be summoned in the real world at will. Makoto had even come across another persona-using black mask killer in her vigilante work (a woman, so not Akechi). But they were only visible to other Persona-users or those with significant Persona potential. Everyone else’s minds just sort of filled in the blanks of what was happening in a way they could mentally comprehend.
“Hecate!” Ann yelled.
Yet, her Persona did not materialize at her summons, for the first time in five years. Her handcuffs vibrated at the attempt, only allowing the specter of soul to appear as a transparent, ghostly figure beside her.
Leaving her rear wide open for William to slice a hole in her crimson catsuit, exposing her pussy and asshole to the air.
“Do you really think we’d make it so easy for criminal Persona-users to escape?” Shiho taunted, sashaying up to Ann’s face as she pulled a ring gag from her police uniform’s belt. “We can’t let you get away with robbing those museums. But we also need to make sure the bad apples in the department know we have first claim on you. Besides, wouldn’t you prefer we fuck you instead of them?”
“Robbing?! Museums!? Fuck—uuummccckkk!”
Ann’s panicked squeaks were muffled as Shiho stuffed her ring gag into the thrashing model’s jaws.
“Tut, tut, tut, what did the lieutenant just say about resisting?” the uniformed policewoman scolded her, silencing her best friend’s squeals by tugging the gag’s leather straps around her blonde hair and buckling them taut around her head. “Don’t make your rap sheet any worse than it already is. With your looks, we’re already gonna have an uphill battle keeping them from calling you a foreigner criminal slut. I mean, just like at… Mmm…”
Panther’s frightened blue eyes widened as Shiho’s hand caressed down her face, to her throat, to finally slip into the gorgeous model’s boob window. The policewoman’s deft fingers kneaded the actress’ enormous tits, massaging her malleable flesh. Sensation sparked through Ann’s nerves, her nipples spiking erect as her best friend unzipped her uniform pants to expose a glistening pussy.
Meanwhile, behind her, she heard Ryuji’s fly come undone. Her face went pale with terror as she felt warm bulbous top prod against the rim of her misty snatch.
She couldn’t believe what was happening. She knew her friends! They’d never arrest her so brutally, and they’d certainly never rape her—Aaaaahhh!!!
“Aaaaahhhh!!!” Ann howled into her ring gag, her muscular body bucking back as she was impaled on Ryuji’s bulging flesh rod. Her arresting detective seized her shoulder and sensual hips and smashed the gorgeous femme fatale across the table, burrowing his gargantuan cock through Panther’s pink pussy. His hard shaft pumped through the bombshell actress’s snug quim, her velvet walls instantly seizing around the stiff ridges of his spear. “Ah! Gah! Ryuji—Eee! Egh! Agh—Mmmm!!!”
What muffled pleas escaped her ring gagged maw were silenced as Shiho grabbed her twintails and yanked the beautiful blonde into her gleaming snatch. The sentai villainess’s eyes widened as her nose smashed into her childhood friend’s dark bush, her spread lips forced to submerge in the policewoman’s dripping petals. Ann couldn’t help but mewl as the professional athlete’s nectar leaked into her maw, the sweet taste of her slickness tantalizing her tongue.
“That’s it, Ms. Takamaki, that’s a good criminal kitty,” Shiho cooed, grunting with pleasure as she smushed the handcuffed Lovers Arcana into her quim, the volleyball ace’s musk scrambling the blonde’s senses. “You were born to be a jailhouse breeding bitch.”
“Sucks we can’t go easy on you for this,” Ryuji shrugged, squeezing Ann’s six-pack abs through her catsuit as he drilled slick womanly oil from her cavern, his hips smacking against her globular rear. “But you’re so much of a badass, we’d never be able to take you down if we didn’t break you going all out.”
“What duhs that mehn—AH?! Aaahhmmm!” Ann tried to query, only for ecstasy to overwhelm her as her toned muscles locked up with orgasm, her spasming arms helplessly yanking at her tight handcuffs. The model’s thick thighs trembled as her folds clenched around the bulging policeman cock reaming her Phantom Thief pussy, her mind intoxicated by the hearty smell of the lady officer forcing her to devour her gleaming cunt.
The alluring actress struggled to make sense of her harrowing situation, terror tingling through her bones as her closest friends called her a criminal and arrested her out of the blue. Pinned over a table, helpless and handcuffed, the buxom blonde was at the mercy of her uniformed captors, her legs kicked wide to allow Ryuji to thrust deeper in her quim. The greater force of his savage bludgeons made the gorgeous Panther purr with pleasure, the ravishing model driven her further forward into Shiho’s grasp. The patrolwoman’s palms sank deeper into her girlhood friend’s succulent tits, squeezing and groping Ann’s plump, creamy milkers until her pink nipples were pushed erect and pointed by the sparks of sensation.
She didn’t understand it, fear and fury swimming through her veins. Only to be mixed with a warm cocktail of bliss boiled over by the fact that, slandered and violated she might have been, the people doing the violating were the two she’d dreamt of having their way with her most.
It was a taxing situation for her mind, her makeup table creaking with every barbarous thrust back and forth across it. The musk of Shiho’s black bush battered through her nostrils only for her body to buck back onto Ryuji’s throbbing dick, the voluptuous actress pierced to her core with every hard jab of his bulbous tip. Her trailer could not shield her from the rigors of her impending incarceration, the superstar model singing with unwanted rapture as her gushing mound was rammed full of policeman shaft over and over again. Ann shrieked with ecstasy as her bright blue eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lapping up another woman’s juices as her bountiful ass bounced in her skintight scarlet catsuit, smack after hard smack nailing her rear with the hips of the detective who put her in handcuffs.
Handcuffs that the sultry Phantom Thief tugged taut as Ryuji seized her shapely hips, mounted her on his shaft, and erupted with bubbling semen magma.
“Ryujjiiiiii!!!!!” Ann squealed, her lascivious legs snapping their thigh-high high heel boots wide as she was nailed on a spike of throbbing manmeat, her glamorous face shoved into her other captor’s gushing pink cunt. The fashionable woman drank the liquid fruit of Shiho’s orgasm as her own made her curvaceous body convulse. The voluptuous handcuffed model bucked her babymaker hips as Ryuji smashed his rumbling shaft through her spasming pussy and flooded her full of blazing seed. The blonde bombshell moaned with rapturous euphoria as her skintight scarlet catsuit stuck to her sweaty, muscular form, the arrested actress drooling down her ring gag as she was stuffed to bursting with swimmers set to knock her up.
Shiho released her hold on the gorgeous thief’s tits, the sensuous lady’s head and chest smacking down to the tabletop. Ann quivered as saliva leaked from her lips and pooled on the tabletop, her brain struggling to trudge out of the swamp of ecstasy as Ryuji unplugged her quim, thick, goopy creampie squeezed out of her pussy to gush into the crevices between her thighs and her costume.
“W… Wh… Why…” Ann tried to whimper, but to words wouldn’t come to her gagged lips before her arresting officers put their hands on her again.
Shiho wrapped a dark cloth blindfold around her head, the handcuffed beauty’s bright blue eyes hidden from the world as her vision was drowned in night. The scarf was wrapped around the model’s head, her blonde twintails tied flat against the sides of her skull. Ryuji snapped her legs together, heavy steel leg irons clasping shut around the ankles of her maroon thigh-high boots. The alluring actress yelped as a black leather police hobble belt was slinked around her thick thighs and yanked as tight as possible around her juicy muscle; her character’s whip tied around her neck as the striking, powerful Panther was muzzled and collared for her trip behind bars.
Ann whimpered as she was hefted up to her feet by the handcuffs around her bright pink gloves. The blindfolded burglar shook her head in a desperate plea to her friends, but Ryuji just delivered a hard spank to her bountiful rear, gripping her bound arms tight as her juicy cheeks jiggled. Shiho yanked the end of her whip as a leash, tugging her best friend out of her trailer by the makeshift collar around her throat.
A bombardment of camera flashes slammed the bound blonde as soon as she was shoved outside, the darkness of her blindfold unable to shield her from all the scathing shines. Or the scathing questions from the press that accompanied them, each reporter ravenous to get the scoop of the Featherman villainess arrested in real life.
“Ms. Takamaki! Ms. Takamaki! Why’d you do it?!”
“How long have you and Haru Okumura been partnered in this criminal activity?! Did it inform your femme fatale performance on the show?”
“How do you expect your fans to react to your arrest? Shame at your despicable burglaries or admiration for your devotion to your friend that you’d even turn to crime to help her?!”
“H—Haru?” Ann mumbled through the steel ring spreading her glossy pink lips as her thick thighs strained against the hobble belt binding them together with each step. “What does this have to doo wihth Haru?”
Alas, the journalists provided no answers as the actress was marched to her latest limo—a police cruiser with its red and blue lights already flashing. Ann gasped as she was shoved into the backseat, her handcuffs and leg irons jingling around her wrists and ankles as was forced to sit upright against the frigid leather. The blindfolded burglar mewled as a pair of seatbelts strapped her into the vehicle, tightly restrained for her journey to jail.
Shiho leaned in once she was seated, shoving her fingers into her girlhood friend’s creampied cunt. Ann squeaked as her tenderized folds were wriggled apart, the woman she loved most plunging her up to her knuckles in full view of the press. The blonde had no idea why there wasn’t any acknowledgement or gasp of shock from the reporters at the celebrity actress being blatantly sexually assaulted, but she wasn’t in a position to inquire as gooey creampie was churned out of her pussy. Her best friend’s hot breath washed over the cuffed woman’s face, the remnant’s of the policewoman’s release tingling across her flesh.
“We’re going to rehabilitate you into the sexiest jailhouse slut, Ms. Takamaki,” Shiho gleefully promised, licking her own fluids from Ann’s paling cheek.
“For real,” Ryuji concurred, sliding in to nimble and kiss the blindfolded beauty’s other cheek as camera flashes captured her frightened, debased visage.
Eventually however, the two cops shut the backseat door and piled into the front of the vehicle. The engine roared to life and pulled away from the still chattering journalists demanding just one question for their frontpage articles covering The Panther Queen’s real-life arrest.
Meanwhile, Ann was strapped down to her seat so securely that she couldn’t even press her sweaty head against the car’s cool window as the sultry Phantom Thief was driven away to jail by officers who shouldn’t possibly have thought her guilty.
What was going on?! Why had Ryuji and Shiho, of all people, raped her? Why had the press not even noticed the obvious signs of her sexual assault? And what the hell did Haru have to do with it?
And how in the world was she going to keep from going to prison for crimes she didn’t commit?
“The defendant will rise for the verdict.”
The time of reckoning had come.
“Ann Takamaki,” the old man on the judge’s bench spoke. “On one count of grand larceny and one count of second-degree burglary, this court hereby finds you—guilty!”
“What!?” Ann exclaimed, smacking her hands down atop the defendant’s desk she stood behind. Adorned in a red button-down blouse and sleek black pencil skirt for her day in court, the actress’s sensual dark tights and fashionable high heel pumps only heightened the spitfire fury that warped her gorgeous face, unheeding of the uniformed bailiffs looming behind her with handcuffs drawn. “That’s ridiculous! You admitted I didn’t rob the other museums, why in the world would I be the one who robbed this one?!”
“Your DNA wasn’t matched to the culprit’s blood found at the scene of the other five burglaries, Ms. Takamaki,” the judge snarked, nodding to his officers. “Bailiffs, restrain the defendant.”
“What—Hey!” Ann cried, noticing the men approaching her too late as they seized her arms. The muscular model yelped as her limbs were viciously twisted behind her back, helplessly stamping her high heels as frigid steel bracelets wrapped around her creamy skin. Dozens or reporters in the gallery bombarded her with camera flashes in a race to see who would take the first photograph of the famous Featherman actress being handcuffed as a newly convicted felon. “Get off me! Get off me! This is insane—”
“Sentencing will now begin for Inmate 77053 – Ms. Ann Takamaki!” the judge announced, drily moving on from the panic of the buxom woman below him. “On the charges of second-degree burglary and grand larceny, this court hereby sentences the defendant to a term of imprisonment not less than eighteen years in prison.”
Ann’s fury flickered out, her thrashing paused as her bright blue eyes widened in terror. “E—Eighteen year? You—You can’t be serious. That’s way too much!”
“I assure you, Ms. Takamaki, it is within maximum sentencing guidelines given the fortune you stole. If you disagree, feel free to have your excellent attorney file an appeal at a later date,” the judge rolled his eyes, smacking his gavel upon the bench. “Until then, sentence is to begin immediately at the prefectural correctional facility for women in Tokyo. Court is adjourned.”
“Tokyo Women’s…” Ann voice trailed off, her face paling with horror at the bailiffs began hussling her around the defendant’s desk.
“Let’s go, ma’am,” one of the uniformed men insisted, he and his partner shoving the convicted blonde forward even as she tried to gain purchase on the marble courtroom floor.
“No, no, wait, wait, wait, you can’t do this. You can’t send me there!” Ann shouted, her eyes gleaming as terrified tears spewed down her cheeks. Her frantic struggling returned full force, twisting and turning in the bailiffs’ grip, shooting one last pleading look back at the defendant’s desk, where her lawyer was calmly packing up her briefcase. “Sae, do something! Please, you know what it’s like there! Please! PLEASE!!!”
But the silver-haired defense attorney merely slung her designer purse over her shoulder as her beautiful client was dragged off to prison. Ann pleaded and sobbed in her formfitting red blouse, stamping her high heel pumps with all she had, but she couldn’t stop the press from bombarding her with cameras or the bailiffs from manhandling her out of the courtroom to begin her sentence as a convicted criminal slut.
Joker took no joy from the sight of his friend’s public undoing, the TV in the Velvet Room shifting to a newscaster reporting on the story, the lower third reading: Featherman Femme Fatale Convicted of Cat Buglary!
“Ann Takamaki, actress of the popular villainess, Panther Queen, on the hit Featherman TV show has been convicted of the burglary of the Tokyo Regional Art History Museum. Takamaki, twenty-two, stole a painting worth over eight hundred million yen, which has since been recovered, and thus was sentenced to serve a sentence of eighteen years in prison, though her attorney, the legendary Sae Niijima, is expected to appeal to clarify parole opportunity,” the newscaster recounted. “One can only speculate how the loss of the leading villainess lady to real-life criminal activity will force this season of Featherman to pivot…”
Joker tuned out the rest of the anchor’s words, focusing on the photographs juxtaposed over either of his shoulders. One was a promotional photoshoot Ann had done for the previous season of Featherman, posing confidently in her Panther costume, her whip pulled taut behind her back as the scarlet catsuit showed off both her bountiful chest and her bulging biceps, the picture of sultry amazonian sensuality.
The other was her prison intake mugshot, the beautiful blonde’s confidence nowhere to be seen as she stood in front of a height chart and fought back frightful tears, shakily holding an Inmate ID placard in front of the skintight orange convict jumpsuit struggling to contain her buxom breasts: Inmate 77053 – Takamaki, Ann.
It was ironic that no one suspected that the true cat burglar had been in that courtroom the entire time, sitting next to Ann from arraignment to trial to sentencing.
Sae, in her latest mission as his Arbiter, had donned a copy of the Panther costume and a blonde wig to carry out the museum robberies. Ryuji had ran the police sting, while Futaba and Sophie had both alerted the security footage to show Ann rather than the elder Niijima sister and the DNA analysis from the bullet graze to match the Featherman actress.
Ann, rattled by Ryuji and Shiho’s brutal treatment of her, had reached out to Sae, who’d won more cases than any criminal defense attorney in Japan’s history, to defend her. And Arbiter had performed as skillfully at her reputation warranted, getting the gorgeous former Phantom Thief acquitted of most of the charges against her and getting the ones she did go down for lowered a degree. Even Makoto, diligently trying to understand who’d framed her friends, would never suspect Ms. Takamaki’s lawyer had been in on her being sent behind bars.
“Turn back, Trickster.”
Joker glanced away from the TV, his gaze turning across the Velvet Room prison to the only solid steal cell door, one that read: COSMIC LOLI! DO NOT FREE! DO NOT FUCK! Seriously she will kick your ass if you try.
“And why would I do that, my former warden?” he teased.
“You’ve framed your friends for crimes they did not commit, the same unjust hell that was inflicted on you. And because of how your chains have warped your chariots, they have inflicted that hell upon the one they love,” Lavenza accused, her opaque door only able to muffle her sharpness so much. “Fight the essence of The God of Control within you! His instincts will lead you nowhere good!”
“Violent crime down ninety-eight percent, government corruption down ninety-nine percent, universal healthcare, the biggest standard of living increase in history, and, since Mementos’ radius of influence just hit Beijing, the Uyghur genocide has come to a grinding halt,” Joker shrugged. “I’d say that’s some compelling highlights of the good to come from my usurpation of the collective unconsciousness.”
“Compelling enough to have your dearest friends violated?”
“If there was another way, I would take it,” Joker said. “I must put my friends under my control in order for my world to be secure. Once they are, they’ll be able to partake in paradise like all the rest.”
“I will break free of this prison!” Lavenza shouted. “No matter how long it takes, I will escape and rid you of Yaldabaoth’s corrupting influence!”
Joker chuckled. “Careful, Lavenza. Your Caroline is showing.”
“Shut up!”
“You should be telling your sister that. She doesn’t seem to know how to keep quiet when Minato’s laying into her,” Joker sniggered, turning away from his imprisoned guide’s cell and back to the TV.
Ann’s mugshots stared back at him, as if he hadn’t been in the intake room plowing Haru while she was being processed. She’d tearfully looked at him, Futaba, and Yusuke pleading for one of them to show some semblance of compassion to her as they always had, that they stop acting as her wardens and go back to being her friends, maybe even hold back Ryuji and Shiho from pounding her pregnant in her new prison cell.
Alas, the horror was his way to be kind to her. His power as the Demigod of Control was based on his ability to control Mementos. Persona users and those with persona potential could resist such changes in the public cognition, thus they needed to be brought under his control more forcefully to join his paradise without being an intolerable threat to it. He’d used up the original seven Sin Chains Yaldabaoth had created, and the artificial ones Maruki, Ichinose, and the rest of the research team had been able to create only worked on males… and Shiho.
Apparently, the despair the volleyball player had faced that led her to try to take her own life at Shujin created a tethering for an artificial Sin Chain to latch on to. Joker had inquired if they could replicate it in others, but the research team had confirmed it was an anomaly due to Shiho’s unique experiences.
The rest would have to have to be bound the hard way, their Shadow selves fucked into lustful devotion to Joker or one of his chained allies and then incorporated into the main person’s soul by becoming their Personas. Which, in the case of people who already had an activate Persona, would require that Persona to be broken back into a regular shadow, which required rigorous, brutal, and, crucially, prolonged despair. They had to be dominated until their spirits shattered utterly.
Fortunately, the psychological horror of facing a prolonged prison sentence was perfect for that need.
Maruki, Futaba, and the rest of the research team thought it’d vary from person to person how long it took them to break behind bars. But save in the most extraordinary circumstances, so long as pressure was maintained from all sides, it shouldn’t take longer than five years.
With any luck, Ann wouldn’t have to spend too long behind bars before getting an early parole to paradise.
December 27th, 2021
After spending more than a year in prison, Ann had no idea who she could trust.
Ryuji and Shiho brutally arresting her had just been the tip of the iceberg. Futaba and Yusuke, the warden and vice-warden of her new prison, had done nothing to stop her arresting officers from fucking her to their heart’s content, nor raised a hand to keep Ren from doing the same to Haru, treating their convicted friends like just another pair of convicts to be contained. When Ann had applied for a phone card to use the penitentiary’s payphones, only her parents and her lawyer’s numbers were approved, the former Phantom Thief barred from trying to call Makoto or Zenkichi for help. Not that they’d visited while she was serving her sentence.
Or at least, Futaba had never told her they’d come to visit her before Makoto had ended up in prison again herself.
Sae had worked on appeal after appeal, but nothing had ever come of them, just the repeated humiliation of Ann being brought before a panel of judges in chains and her orange jumpsuit and informed there was no new significant evidence to merit a reevaluation of her case. No one even seemed to register when she tried to speak up about how her, Haru, and a few other inmates were being raped behind bars daily. To the rest of the world, she was a guilty cat burglar and if she didn’t want to do the time, she shouldn’t have done the crime.
The fact that she hadn’t committed the crime she was incarcerated for was an irony of no comfort. Not when her parents answered her phone calls only to tell her how, despite how they loved her, they were so very disappointed in her and she’d have to pay her debt to society to earn back their trust.
“Move it, 77053!” Shiho, now a guard sergeant of Tokyo Women’s Correctional, barked, making Ann yelp with a solid smack of her truncheon to the incarcerated model’s hefty rear. “You know the rules, inmate. Exhaustion from the day’s hard labor isn’t an excuse to slack.”
“Y—Yes, ma’am,” Ann mewled, lowering her head in submission as her former best friend marched her back from the prison rec room after watching the latest Featherman Christmas Special with the rest of the inmates. There were barely any convicts in Tokyo Women’s Correctional compared to its size (the massive drop in crime around Japan had forced most prisons to close), but Fubata was always eager to ‘aid their rehabilitation’ with the latest entry in one of her favorite franchises.
To think that a little more than a year ago, Ann might have been acting in that special, dominating screens across Japan in her sensual scarlet Panther catsuit. Now, her only costume was the skintight orange inmate jumpsuit and black leather high heel convict boots she and Haru had been forced to don at their prison intakes, ‘INMATE’ stamped over her bountiful right breast while ‘TWCF’ was printed on her coverall’s back in the same blocky black letters. Around her throat at all times, blocking her ability to call down her Persona, was a black metal prisoner collar, the disgraced actress’s prison registry information, her criminal record, shining from its view screen.
Name: Takamaki, Ann
Age: 23
Inmate ID: 77053
Former Occupation: Actress/Model
Crimes Convicted: Grand Larceny, Second-Degree Burglary
Sentence: 18 Years
Ann was tugged through the cellblock by a guard holding a leather leash attached to her inmate collar, the blonde wincing as the steel choker closed around her throat when she couldn’t keep up with the pace. The curvaceous convict clutched at her chilly handcuffs as her black leather high heel boots scampered across the concrete floor, Sergeant Shiho’s truncheon swatting her meaty backside whenever the actress flagged.
Most of the cells they passed had felons cheerily hanging out or funneling back to their own rooms as lights out neared. Still, it wasn’t just the lingering Christmas cheer that made so many smiles abound. The members of the prison population who weren’t subject to ‘sexual discipline’ (and seemed physically incapable of perceiving it even when Ann was spit-roasted in front of them during hard labor’s lunch break), no matter what heinous crime they were incarcerated for, were genuinely happy and content doing their time, industrious in bettering themselves in therapy and gaining skills they could use to reintegrate into society through the facility’s many classes.
But not all the convicts were so lucky. A handful, Ann included, were subject to the prison’s harshest discipline. Even the restfulness of their sleep stolen from them as they were trapped in a prison called The Velvet Room in their dreams, ravaged from sunset to sunrise and back again.
She’d heard whispers of some, The Detective Prince doing life in solitary for trying to assassinate the prime minister and a cop from Ren’s hometown of Inaba catching a few dimes in protective custody for corruption. Others, she’d met in the prison yard and witnessed growing plump with pregnancy as they did their time. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d walked past Risette’s cell only to see the disgraced singer and others getting piledriven into a mating press by the silver-haired Detective Narukami.
And of course, one of those insidious inmates was Ann’s cellmate. As the voluptuous actress was tugged to her incarcerated home, the glimmer of a familiar black metal inmate collar’s viewscreen flashed her with the prison registry information of a buxom, dark-haired beauty.
Name: Togo, Hifumi
Age: 23
Inmate ID: 77121
Former Occupation: Shogi Player
Crimes Convicted: Second-Degree Burglary, Possession of a Controlled Substance
Sentence: 7 Years
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck the queen! Oh! OH, dragon of lightning and law! Ravage the quim of this queen of sin—OH!” Hifumi Togo moaned, the gorgeous shogi player’s arms locked in handcuffs behind her back as Ryuji railed her over the steel toilet built out of the back wall of her and Ann’s cell. The twice-disgraced imperious vixen drooled with ecstasy as her arresting officer drilled her heartland with rabid ferocity, her sultry form rippling with sin beneath her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit. The incarcerated Venus of Shogi spread her sensual legs wide, sweat gushing down her glistening, collared neck as the refined convict had her pregnant pussy drilled by her arresting officer. “Take me as your—Ah!—Criminal harlot—Ah! AH!—So I might repent before the law of this land and the paradise it offers—Aaahh!!!”
The elegant woman’s black leather high heel boots smacked against the wall and floor as Ryuji delivered a hard spank to her succulent rear and slammed his throbbing shaft down to her core. Hifumi’s expression twisted with more bliss than her flowery words could ever convey, the refined felon yanking her handcuffs taut as a hot creampie of rich, goopy swimmers was pumped through her pussy. The glamorous criminal’s thighs quivered in her tight coverall, the round heft of her pregnant belly ensuring the hose of cum filling her to bursting was forced back by her womb, gushing and oozing from the tiny gaps between her jailer’s stiff spear and her stretched snatch.
Ann gulped as the uniformed guard handed her leash to Shiho, the guard sergeant marching the ex-model inside the door of iron bars as her cellmate was gored with a few more barbarous thrusts over the toilet. The blonde grew more and more terrified over the months as she stopped being able to control the moistening of her loins whenever she watched Ryuji breed Hifumi, the dignified shogi player quickly consumed in false confessions of guilt and pleas for her sentence to be served with babies in her belly.
And it wasn’t just because of the pregnancy hormones of her own slightly round stomach, the second child of her sentence steadily growing from Ryuji’s insemination. She’d been knocked up with her first baby back during her arrest, giving birth to her daughter after nine months in prison, handcuffed to a cot in the infirmary as the kid’s father and Shiho earnestly cheered her on through the agonizing labor.
“Against the wall, 77053,” Shiho commanded, shoving Ann into the coarse concrete and slapping her thick thighs apart, the guard sergeant snapping blue latex gloves over her skilled hands. “Spot search. Can’t be too careful with a brilliant smoke show of a femme fatale like you, Ms. Takamaki.”
Ann whimpered as her best friend subjected her to a swift patdown, the uniformed woman feeling up the convict’s bombshell body from her sensual calves up to the back muscles she’d toned into a true panther’s over a year of shattering rocks with a sledgehammer in the prison yard. The guard spared no expense checking her over, never underestimating her, never holding less than the highest view of her capabilities. Not once since they’d put her in handcuffs had Shiho or Ryuji thought less than the world of her, always lavishing her in praise and adoration even as they lashed her in shackles for eighteen years behind bars.
The contradiction confounded her to not end, filling her with bamboozled terror as far back at her prison intake, the concrete walls seeming to close around the newly convicted actress as she was marched off the prison bus in handcuffs, fetters, and a waist chain lashed to Haru’s. Having already knocked her up in jail before her trial, Shiho and Ryuji commanded the curvaceous model strip out of her professional court clothes, divesting her of her buttoned red blouse, her sleek black pencil skirt, and dark high heel pumps. As she unclasped her crimson bra and slid her panties down her robust legs, Ann found herself bombarded with lustful leers and genuine compliments for how careful the officers had to be with her, lest the intelligent, badass cat burglar find a miracle way to escape custody. With her crushes as their source, the buxom blonde found herself biting down bashful blushes as much as spitfire snark.
She couldn't regain her balance throughout the entire affair, Haru’s wanton cries as Ren drilled her deep not helping comprehension of the situation. Yet, as the naked Ann was held down and tattooed with ‘penal tattoos’ of her name, inmate number, and a bar code across her left asscheek and above her womb (she’d never heard of such a practice in the prison system), she found her own voice chorusing with the incarcerated CEO, the tattoo gun’s needle threading fire through the former Phantom Thief’s creamy flesh as dark ink inscribed her criminal record across her skin. From there, the beautiful blonde had donned her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit for the first time, her fingerprinting and mugshots soon to follow.
And of course, after that…
“Cavity search time,” Shiho announced, ripping Ann’s mind back to the present as she unzipped the privates zipper of the collared model’s prison uniform. The sergeant’s blue latex-coated digit swished around the rim over her arrested bestie’s slit, flicking the blonde clit before poking inside. “You may feel some pressure.”
The guard’s finger jammed up into Ann’s quim, gorgeous felon biting her lip as the familiar spike spread her folds. She’d lost track of how much times she’d been fingered since first being thrown in jail, uniformed men and woman alike unwilling to miss the chance to put a Featherman villainess through the most harrowing cavity search they could. Perhaps they imagined they were their favorite sentai heroes as their frigid gloved digits flew through sultry actress’s walls, her velvet heartland dribbling her womanly honey as she was made to seductively gasp like the femme fatale she’d played on TV.
When no contraband was found, Shiho yanked her claw from the clenching cunt, her blue latex palm delivering a solid spank to Ann’s rippling rear before invading her asshole.
The busty blonde couldn’t help but purr as her puckered sphincter was impaled on a gloved digit slick with her own juices. Her uniformed athlete assailant palmed her plump rear and ground the incarcerated Panther Queen into the wall, her massive MILF mammaries mushed into the harsh stone. All while the guard sergeant’s finger fleeced her tight anal tunnel, pressure plunged through the handcuffed former phantom thief as her friend’s knuckle shoved her coarse anus apart, her tightest cavity searched for hidden unlawful items. Just like always, none were found.
And just like always, as soon as that was confirmed, Ann was whirled around and thrown down to her prison cell’s futon, barely able to orient herself on her back atop the thin fabric as Shiho loomed over her.
The volleyball ace adorned herself with a belt, one of Futaba’s prized ‘Hentai Villain’ strap-ons mounted at her front. Over the course of her thirteen months in prison, Ann had been subjected to the artificial shaft many times, some strange metaverse cognition psience allowing Shiho to feel the sensations of pound her as if it was a flesh and blood cock. Panther couldn’t even pretend to understand it, no matter how many times the warden had enthusiastically “villain monologued” about it.
But she understood exactly what was coming as Shiho wrapped her arms around the cat burglar’s thick thighs. Ann mewled as her lascivious legs were bent up and over her body, her sculpted muscles stretching beneath her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit as the flexible model was forced into a mating press, her wet, dripping slit prodded by an artificial dick tip.
Ryuji hefted Hifumi off the toilet, carried her across the barred cell, and plopped the sweaty shogi player down on her own futon next to the opposite wall from Ann’s. With practiced ease, the policeman twisted his collared beauty into a mating press of his own.
“First to ten reps wins pick of their Velvet Room uniforms for New Year’s?” he challenged with a grin.
“Ten? That’s amateur numbers, Sakamoto,” Shiho smirked back. “We switch criminal sluts at ten. First to twenty reps wins.”
“You’re on.”
Ann shuddered at the athletes’ brazen joy at friendly competition with each other, wishing she didn’t find their indomitable drive so irresistibly sexy. Their ‘reps’ were her and Hifumi’s orgasms after all.
The first rep of which Shiho drew instantly from her as her thick strap-on rammed through her drooling snatch.
“Aaaaahhh!!!” Ann shrieked, her voice mixing with Hifumi’s ecstatic wail as their heads flexed back into their futons. Where the shogi Venus’s toned calves ably bent over her baby bump and bountiful bust, only Panther’s lithe femme fatale flexibility allowed her legs to link behind her head, her black leather high heel boots hooking together beneath her pale blonde mane. Her handcuffs dug into the back of her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit as Shiho’s shaft jackhammered through her cunt. “Ah! Ah! AH! Shiho—Aaahh!!!”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Shiho wagged her finger, not slowing her strap-on’s sundering spikes as her uniform-covered six-pack abs keeping her best friend’s thighs smushed down in a mating press. The sergeant reached back into her belt and withdrew a bright red ball gag, leaning down with the scarlet sphere. “You know the rules, Ms. Takamaki. You can’t address an official by name. You clever minx, trying to slip that past me.”
“No, ma’am! Please, ma’am, I wasn’t trying to—Mmm!”
Ann yelped as the smooth rubber orb was shoved between her glossy pink lips, her bright blue eyes torn between tearing up for mercy and swooning at her arresting officer’s domination. Her head couldn’t decide whether to shake or nod as the gag’s black leather straps were wrapped around her vibrant blonde locks, the buckle clasping tight against her skull. Her tongue flailed against the inside of the scarlet ball, its slobber slipping through the cracks between it and her mouth, growing with each blissful moan plugged up from her impaled core.
“Over a year in this place and you’re still struggling with your daily confession,” Shiho shook her head, hilting her shaft through the beautiful convict’s convulsing walls as she lustfully licked her cheek. “But you can get it down, inmate. You’re a master of English, you can master this phrase.”
“I’m sure 77121 would be happy to tutor you,” Ryuji piped up, his hands reaching down to grope and squeeze Hifumi’s buxom chest through the handcuffed beauty’s skintight orange inmate uniform as his throbbing fleshrod. “Ms. Togo’s a kickass queen at her daily confession.”
“Ah! Ah! Yes—Ah! Yes, my conquering—AH!—dragon!—Oh!—officer!” Hifumi squealed, her stately visage crumbling as her dark green eyes rolled back in her head, her tangerine jumpsuit’s ‘INMATE’ labeling stretched over her breasts as her legs spasmed in the mating press position. “I am Hifumi Togo, Inmate 77121 of Tokyo Women’s Penitentiary, a guilty criminal slut who let pressure of rebuilding her shogi career drive her to drugs and break into an opponent’s hotel room to steal their strategy secrets. I freely confess to second-degree burglary and possession of a controlled substance—OH! Please ravage me into repentance, my dragon—Ooohh! Defile and impregnate this fallen star! Breed my convict womb for my entire seven-year sentence—OOooHHH!!!!!”
The curvaceous shogi player convulsed with bliss, her black metal inmate collar jingling around her throat as her toned body stretched the mating press as flat as possible. The dignified woman’s fluids spewed from her soaked snatch, blowing past her clit like a geyser as Ryuji nailed her down to the futon. A thick creampie syrup was shot into her slit, bubbling over the top as the pregnant felon was filled far past capacity by both her own and her captor’s orgasm.
Ann tried to keep watch after that, make sure Hifumi had a friendly eye watching over her as she was subjected to heavenly torture, but the sensuous model was soon far too distracted by the rapid-fire torment of her own scorching ecstasy.
“AH! AH! AH! Aaaaahhh Sheeehooo!!!!” the curvaceous cat burglar cried, her cunt walls clenching tight around her jailer’s artificial shaft, the guard sergeant’s sweltering heat no less sundering than the real thing as she railed the busty blonde down into the bedding over her prison cell. Electrifying euphoria burned up from Ann’s pregnant pussy, through her spine, and across every nerve in her rapturous form, the convict’s toned muscles spasming as they failed to fully process the bombarding sensations. Her slushing slit was speared full of sin over and over again. “Sheeho, Sheeho, Sheeho, fuuuhhhccckkkk!!!!”
Pleasure slurred her senses together, the magnificent model ground into her futon as her arresting officer yanked at her leash, the frigid collar around her throat tugging the gorgeous convict’s chest up against her bent-over legs. Time flew by in a haze, sweat pouring down her creamy flesh and glistening under the cellblock’s fluorescent lights. Drool gleamed over her bright red ball gag as the bars of her prison cell blurred through her gaze, orgasm after orgasm shredding through her soul with the sharpness of despair.
She and her cellmate must have reached their tenth orgasm, because before she knew it, the prowling panther was unfurled from her mating press and flipped over onto her knees. Ann’s eyes widened as the penal tattoo over her womb peeked through the privates flap of her disheveled orange jumpsuit, ‘TWCF’ scrunched over her coveralls back as familiar callused palms took hold of the alluring actress’s handcuffed wrists. Familiar callused male palms, Shiho’s strap-on vacating the bombshell burglar’s quim as the former volleyball star hurried across the cell to smash it down into Hifumi puckered asshole.
Meanwhile, Ryuji aimed his bulging bulbous cockhead at his fellow Phantom Thief’s treasure trove, ramming inside with the force of a cannonshot.
“Fffuuuhccckkk, Ryuggeeee!!!!!” Ann howled, her vaginal heartland pillaged by the pirate policeman’s pulsing meat pole as he pulled back her handcuffed wrists as reins. Like his seafaring persona, the buccaneer bludgeoned the beautiful cat burglar without mercy, his collared maiden made a woman again and again by the barbarous thrusts of his battering ram. The sultry femme fatale actress bit down on sinful scarlet ball gag and purred with unwanted pleasure as her gushing silken pussy was stretched by the ridges of arresting officer’s thick cock. “Ryugee! Ryugee! Fuhck, fuhck, FUHCK MEH! I’m Inmate 77053 and I wahnt yuu tuu FUHCK ME! Breed my crihmihnal puhssy! Cum and pound another baby into my convict womb—Oooooommmbbbbb!!!!!”
Since she was arrested, Ann had spent more than a year behind bars, first in jail awaiting trial, then locked up in prison as a convicted felon, sentenced to eighteen years in handcuffs and a permanent criminal record for a crime she’d never committed. Her burgeoning career was destroyed and those she loved most had turned on her for no reason she could conceive, spreading her toned, sensual legs wide and plowing her pregnant in penitentiary orange. Her child-bearing belly swung beneath her as her thick thighs struggled to keep her stable, her knees buckling in doggystyle as the man who’d arrested her, the father of her daughter who was responsible for making the bombshell actress a convict MILF, thrust through her pussy and made her round, tattooed rump ripple beneath her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit.
She didn’t understand it. Back when she’d dealt with Kamoshida, when the world had slandered and outcast her then, she’d at least known who she could trust, who her real friends were. Now those real friends were the ones pinning her down and locking her away, even others who’d suffered the same fate like Haru and Hifumi coming to earnestly praise their captors for doing so. After more than a year in prison, Ann had no idea who she could trust.
Including herself, with how she shrieked for more from behind her bright red ball gag.
Like a shadow in the corner of the prison cell, the voluptuous Panther glimpsed the ghost of her persona, white-hot cracks spreading all across Hecate’s elegant form. Just as Ryuji slammed his dick down her vaginal gullet and delivered his own white-hot deluge.
“Moorrreee!!!” Ann moaned, her bright blue eyes pleading as her tight, clenching pussy was pumped full of rich, goopy seed. Her muscular form twisted in her skintight orange inmate jumpsuit, the gorgeous cat burglar purring for more as she was stuffed full of more kitten-making cream, only her already pregnant belly preventing her womb from being knocked up again as she yanked her jingling handcuffs taut, the beautiful felon pulling her collar down to her cell’s futon as her black leather leash flexed rigid. Her high heel boots kicked wide to welcome the euphoria, her arresting officer’s pulsing cock blasting the buxom blonde convict full of hot semen magma. “Moooreeee!!! I’m Ann Takamaki, Inmate 77053, guilty of burglary and grand larceny and I want mooorrrreeee!!! I’m a convict slut of Tokyo Women’s Correctional! Please officers, I need your help to serve me eighteen-year sentence!!!!! Ahhhh!!!”
As she submitted to the rapture of her incarceration, Panther felt something snap in her soul, a muscle fiber pulled so far it cut. And the white cracks across Hecate spread so far, the persona shattered into a thousand tiny shards.
“Ha! New best time!” Shiho cheered, her sweaty arms thrust in the air as Hifumi slumped down to her bedding. “They’re going to be in velvet blue jumpsuits for the Velvet Room!”
“Dang,” Ryuji sighed, withdrawing his shaft from Ann’s pussy as his churning creampie gushed own of her slit and down the thighs of her convict uniform. “But the stripes are classic.”
“Then you should have gotten in the reps faster,” Shiho teased, gently petting Hifumi’s dark mane. “But, if you want to go double or nothing, Inmate 77053 is gonna be pulling double duty since it’s Ms. Togo’s birthday tomorrow. Whoever gets more reps out of her wins and her newly returned shadow wins?”
“You’re on!” Ryuji grinned. “It’ll get her broken in and ready for parole all the faster.”
“Pah… roll?” Ann slurred, slobber leaking past her ball gag and streaming down her chin.
She was sentenced to eighteen years. At the absolute earliest, she could only apply for a parole hearing after serving twelve years. How the hell were they planning to get her out after barely more than a year on the inside? How deep did this conspiracy go?
Alas, what terrified her most was that the mention of both her loves, Shiho and Ryuji, railing her nonstop while Hifumi got to rest for her birthday, only made her loins flood with anticipation. It was more than her leash that kept the beautiful Panther collared now.
And even if she did get a miraculous early parole, she didn’t think any rebellion could free her from being Inmate 77053 of Tokyo Prefecture Women’s Correctional Facility.