Prison By Lauren Westley
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I really advise anyone under 21 not to read my stories. It takes a certain degree of maturity to enjoy my writings without recriminations. And remember, if you are reading stories at this or any other similar site there are many different sensual pressure points. So, if you don't like it, don't read it.) fundipity@yahoo.com
For Years I've been asked by many of you to write a Prison Story. This is the first part. It is very XXXXX so please don't read it if forced and feminized by men, etc. bother you. I get some hate mail from time to time but I don't write this to hurt anyone nor to interfere in those who are not interested. Writing is imagination. Just like Science Fiction or a Novel. For those who love my writing, thank you so much for always prodding me on. I know very few will ever read this but for those of you who do and enjoy it.... Kisses.
Prison - PART 1
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My face stung as John held my shirt in his clenched hand pulling me forward towards him. His other hand came around suddenly, slapping my face so hard that the sting didn't come till a few moments later.
He was sitting, with me standing bent at the waist towards him. Well, I actually teetered almost about to fall from the impact of his hand. I didn't feel the heat until after the stunning pain had me scream. Only John's grasp of my shirt kept me from keeling over. I finally knew what it was to be 'knocked senseless'.
"That is the last time you'll scream cunt. From now on you can moan or cry. Now, you don't have a choice regarding your life other then to just lower your pants and say, "I want to be a girl."
"Well I guess she could have her teeth knocked out and beaten until she will begs to be a girl," John laughingly said to the other men.
"Maybe, we should just knock her teeth out. It's a good start," the brute that met me when I arrived said.
I didn't have a choice. My face, red-hot from the smack, burned my brain as I undid the waist tie to my orange jumpsuit. My pants floated to the ground and my cock was showing.
"The girl doesn't have any panties on," John said as he grabbed my balls and pulled me closer and then spanked me hard on the ass as he held my cock.
"This is a nice clit, John said as he pulled me with his other hand towards his face again, his breathe filled with testosterone aroma.
"Look you little cunt. You will respond to all feminine names. You will do whatever any man asks you to do. You will do these things because if you don't I'll cut off your balls and make you swallow them. I'll knock your teeth out and then we'll still use you. There is much for you to learn."
I couldn't understand why I started getting an erection. It wasn't much but I knew John could feel it. Embarrassed I looked at him as he slapped my ass and commanded me to say, "Yes Sir."
"Those will be two words of the four words you are allowed to utter unless asked or given the freedom to speak. Now go over to Mike and bend over. He's going to fuck your cunt and fill it with spunk."
And with that John took his hand and lightly smacked my other cheek a reminder of his power over me. I shimmied over to Mike with my pants restricting my movement. I knew I was crying inside but only one tear fell across my cheek.
But let me take you back to yesterday. It was after I had been convicted and finally sentenced to life in prison. I'm 22 years old and I had been busted a couple of times before for cocaine and pills but this time the solution wasn't just detoxing and doing community service. No, this was not so easily solved. My parents had died about 3 years ago and I had just struck out on my own. No relatives. Having just moved to this state a few months earlier I had yet to make friends, just acquaintances. After my parents were buried, there was less then $1,000 distributed to me. So, I had started working, traveling around the country looking for work and getting into trouble, as I mentioned.
Here it is 2015 and the same drug laws had caused me a record but they were the least of my trouble. I live in the most unpopulated state in the country. It's a very gun toting unforgiving citizenry and I had crashed my car while drunk into a group of women and children sitting on a curbside bench. Two mothers had died and one child was severely injured. An accident but under the law I could be convicted and put to death or a life sentence without parole. The prosecutor had given me a choice and as the trial wasn't going well I chose to plead to murder and take the life sentence without parole.
Being 5'6' with fair skin and shoulder length blond hair (I hadn't cut it since my parents died) I was a bit worried about going to prison. I asked if I could get a haircut but was informed that would all be handled once I got to the prison.
From the courthouse I was flown by helicopter to this remote location where the prison was situated. The helicopter landed outside the prison walls near a small building that came out from the prison walls to where the heliport was.
Before we landed I saw the walls and a garden, which looked like several acres surrounded by an inner wall and an outer wall.
The helicopter landed and I was escorted to a corridor and into a room where there was just a chair with two metal walls forming a V. The room was wider at the end I came in but narrowed to just a steel column at the other.
"Sit," the guard from the helicopter said and then he walked out and the door I came in and I was sealed shut in this steel trap. Suddenly the walls floor and therefore the chair moved in a circle darkening until stopping after ninety degrees. It was a moonless dark and a voice began to echo on the steel.
"You are now at the most maximum security prison on earth. This prison currently holds 86 prisoners. Men who are all serving life sentences without parole and, like you, none of them have any living relatives. Unlike any other prison, this one has no guards. The prisoners run the entire prison. No one can escape. You cannot dig under the wall since this is built on solid granite. Nor go over it. Besides it height of 50 feet there are many other security measures. Those who have tried have been succumbed by just one of these security measures, an electronic pulse to their brain. As you enter just remember you are past the point where civil society cares. You are now a prisoner guarded by men like yourself."
Then I moved again until I came back into a dimly lit room with another metal door. The door opened and a group of men stood on the other side.
"John wants us to bring you to him," Mike said. I learned his name on the way to John. Whoever John was. But there was no doubt these men were not going to let me go elsewhere. Silently I walked with Mike on one side and another guy they called Shovel on my other side and someone behind me. I was wearing the orange jumpsuit but noticed these men were all dressed in leather, jeans, and chains showing their individuality.
It wasn't long before I was standing in front of John.
Now, I'm bent over, naked from the waist down with Mike inserting what looked like those plungers you use for liquid medicine but a bit larger.
"You are getting a break bitch 'cause I'm lubing your cunt. You'd better remember to always have a fresh supply on you or you'll be dry humped and that won't be a good thing," Mike stated.
Before long he was pounding my ass as the others watched. John saying things like, "sometimes it's your ass and sometimes you cunt depends on what the men on board the lost spaceship want."
One guy in the back said, "yeah, I love to ass fuck and this girl has a sweet little ass."
Mike suddenly started tensing and I felt his semen ooze from his dick into my ass. He pulled out saying, "Now don't lose a drop." When I didn't say anything he slapped my ass and asked, "Do you know what the other words are?"
He mouthed them and I knew, "Thank You Sir," my shaken voice exclaimed.
"Every time a man enters your hole you are to get down after and suck his cock clean and lick his balls, Mike said as he put his hand on my head and pushed a bit until I lowered myself to my knees and cleaned his cock."
"Good girl," Mike extolled, "now go with Jimmy there to Mary who will get you all ready for the rest of your life. And take your clothes off first. You won't need them anymore.'
I was mortified as I walked away naked with Jimmy escorting me.
When I got to Mary's little enclave I knew why she was called Mary. She was as gay as they come. Her little feminine room with all the accoutrement of a woman's needs.
Jimmy had instructed me to do everything Mary said to and if I didn't, well there'd be more then just 'Mike's spunk up your ass."
Mary taped something over a patch of my pubic hair and put a shower cap like thing covering all my hair and told me to get into the upright tube. Stepping in the door closed. I was in the dark. I heard some electrical noise but didn't feel anything and then I felt some warm lotion stuff sprayed all over my exposed skin.
In about 5 minutes I emerged and I was completely hairless and smooth.
"Every week we will do that. Now sit down there while I do your hair and we can talk."
I looked up afraid to say anything but the few words I was given permission to say but Mary just waved her hand in understanding and said, "You are always allowed to talk with me."
My first word was, "Why?"
Mary hushed me and said, "Why doesn't mean anything to you anymore."
"But Mary, you are the perfect girl for them, why me?"
"Ah, because I'm gay and they don't want a swish. I have a couple of men friends here but the majority of the men aren't gay. But they still get horny and only certain type will do. They've waited nearly a year for you to come. The last guy/girl began to object to some of the things she was asked to do. So John, cut her balls off and made her eat them. Then another insolent moment and John hit her so hard she fell and cracked her skull open."
"Wait," I said as Mary finished washing my hair, cutting it a bit, and then putting in aluminum foil. The smell was very strong. "Why didn't they put John in solitary?" "Girl, I'm only allowed to call you that, this prison is not monitored. It is a new way to cut expenses on caring for life without parole prisoners. The economy got rough about 6 years ago and so this idea was hatched and in this state they figure this is both economical and humane. Anyhow, they are really excited that they have a new girl. BTW, don't ever answer back. Don't ever try to enjoy it like I would. In 5 or 10 years someone new will come along and you can live the rest of your time here in peace. There's one guy they've let do that. He lives by himself. You'll get to meet him someday."
Mary continued, "Now spread your fingers into this machine and your toes in the one below. Look at the screen, it will show some styles and colors. In time you'll enjoy choosing but for today," Mary leaned over and pressed the one label fuchsia, "this is the best for what you'll be wearing."
A few minutes later Mary had me take my hands and feet out and I looked and saw I had a perfect manicure and pedicure. The bottom of my feet felt so soft.
"Those are French tipped and pink nail polish, very bubblegum girlie. A good way to start and what I was told to do. Remove the taped heart on you pubes."
I took it off and I could see I had a very groomed small heart above my dick and on a slant four letters were made from removing hair inside the heart. It said, CUNT.
"Isn't it cute?" Mary cooed, "Modern science for girls."
My stomach ached and I felt some of Mike's cum ooze out of my ass onto the cloth seat. I knew Mary would see it and I didn't want her too.
You'll learn how to do all this yourself in time but I'm always here to keep you looking your best. So until you learn the only thing you need to remember is your lipstick and pussy stick."
"Pussy Sticks! What are you talking about? I asked as Mary directed me over to a table that looked like a massage table or something and had me lie down. The next thing I remember is coming out of grogginess with my chest hurting a little.
"Oh, good girl you're waking up. So you don't freak out, you were put under and given a magical set of A cup tits," Mary giggled.
"What the fuck have you done to me," I cried out.
"Hey, would you prefer to eat your balls?" Mary sternly asked.
Sulking back I could see these new tits and my new areola. They were pink with a puffy girl nipple and tits. I did start crying then.
"It may be from your first dose of hormones girl," Mary said as she held my hand and helped me up. She walked me over to a full-length mirror and I stood there shocked.
Just hours ago I was a young man. Now, everything about me was girlie except for my dick. I looked and saw I was wearing pierced earrings. My eyebrows had been reshaped and even my eyelashes were longer. My hair was completely girl blond now with curls falling to my shoulders. There was a tattoo of a long stemmed rose on my inner left thigh and a belly ring shaped in a girl symbol. You know the one that is a cross below a round head.
Looking closer I noticed my lips were fuller with a light pink shade to them when Mary said, "Yes, we made your lips a bit fuller added a bit of permanent color which will help you and the eyelashes are a new genetic formula. The eyeliner is permanent. Someday they may want some piercing but not today. You may feel a bit more hormonal since you have taken a once a month estrogen booster. If you are lucky in a few months you'll be a BB. But the guys don't want you big chested. Some long ago voting etc."
"Ok, we should get you dressed now since you must be presentable to meet everyone at dinner."
Mary grabbed my hand and nearly dragged over to the closet. Before long I was wearing a pink blouse with a loose and draping opening over my tits. It had puffy sleeves and then I handed me a crinoline skirt. The waistband was a bit of a tummy tucker thing and the skirt was very short. The she helped put on some black thigh stockings and attached the garters, which were built into the skirt. Of course I had pink panties matching my blouse but no bra.
Next, she showed me how to put lipstick using the lip liner, lip-gloss, and a spray of some very sexy feminine perfume and an hour of training in the black high heels.
I know you wonder why I didn't complain more. But I did and each time Mary would go into what it was like watching the guy chew and swallow his balls. She explained that John was in here for murder and the details she said were suppose to be beyond gruesome. Also, I could feel some drug was in my system, something making me more docile. I didn't know what it was but I wondered why I wasn't having rage. Of course I was scared of John but I should have also screamed. No, I'm not allowed to scream. What should I do? I started to cry.
"It's ok girl, I understand," Mary said as she handed me a small black beaded purse which she opened and showed me had four syringes, lipstick and some tissues.
"That's all you'll need tonight I was told earlier. Now let's get you back to John so he can take you to dinner. Oh, I know you leaked a little man juice earlier, try not to do that since if your panties are wet you'll get a spanking."
"I need to take a piss Mary."
"Listen girl, never say piss again. It's pee or peepee. And the other is poop or poopie. Also, A small secret, the other girl they eventually started using bathroom control on her."
"What's that," I asked?
"Never mind we'll be late and that won't do at all." And with that Mary grabbed my hand and started leading me back to John.
"Psst...I forgot to tell you. Always curtsy. Watch me when we get there. You take your thumb and forefinger and hold the sides of your skirt. Well just watch me and do it. You don't want a good spanking before dinner. Then you won't be able to sit at the table.
"Mary, I look like a slut," I whispered as we walked down the hall. The hour of training helped me walk but it was still hard.
"That's the idea Girl," Mary said and then we were back where John was.
Mary stopped, curtsied (I watched her) and said, "Sir may I present Girl." And then put her hand behind my back touching me forward.
"Yes, come here puss lips," John commanded.
I hesitated since I wasn't sure if he meant Mary.
"Look you cunt, just so you know, Mary is always Mary. All the other names are you. So if someone says, get you little cunt over here it means YOU."
I walked over. I could feel my tiny tits rubbing against the soft satiny blouse. It was a sensation my brain couldn't comprehend as my nipples hardened from the feeling.
In front of John I just couldn't hold back. But I knew I couldn't scream or yell so I begged.
Please, Please can I just please be allowed to go to my cell. I won't bother anyone, I promise. I'll do anything and then I started to cry.
John rose from his chair. He towered over me in both mass and height. I was about 140 lbs and as I told you 5' 6" tall. Anyhow, he didn't scream or yell at me. Instead he put his arm around me as if to console me.
"Listen sweet cheeks, there is no going back anymore. You are who I want you to be. Now because we are going to dinner I am not going to spank you now for not curtsying and for using words you aren't allowed to use. Each infraction is 50 swats so later you're up to 100 before bed tonight."
John brushed my hair to the side and he must have motioned to someone because shortly thereafter he put a collar on me. The he held a mirror so I could see. The collar was pink leather with flowers and a metal plate in the front that said, "I'M A CUNT".
"Every time you doll yourself up you'll read that and know who you are," John said as he then turned me and put his hand on my waist saying, "Now we go to dinner. And you will only eat the food you are served. No snacks. If you're a very good girl you may be given a treat. If you are bad you will eat from a bowl like a dog. But you will learn more of the rules over the days. Today is a celebration. It's Pussy Day and you are the pussy."
With that I started walking with him and his hand suddenly lowered and then I felt his fingers under the skirt touching my ass through my panties.
As he rubbed and felt my ass he asked, "Did you enjoy Mike's cum in you?"
I knew what I had to say. I was shaking and a weak "Yes Sir" pushed out through my lips. My lips being a little fatter made it sound a little different then my voice before.
"And, would you enjoy being our favorite cum girl?" he asked.
I hesitated and he slapped my ass.
"Yes Sir."
We entered the cafeteria like dinning room and John stopped and said, "Girl, meet half your new boyfriends and masters. Now curtsy and tell them what Mike did to you and how you liked it," John said and then whispered, "this is when you can say something other then those four words."
I curtsied. It was more like a semi plie and told the men how Mike had cum in my pussy and how I liked it and hoped they would like to do it to me too.
The men started laughing and some were shouting "WOOT." Other's said things like, "I have a year of cum for you babe in my balls," or "I hope you like giving blow jobs."
Then we walked over to what must have been John's table since there was a nice chair for him and next to his chair was a metal stool, which had been shortened by about six inches.
John said, "Now my little cunt you will wait for the men to sit down and then you will sit but not on your skirt," and with that John sat down and finally I did too, my ass feeling the cold of the metal and my face barely higher then the table.
"Sir, I need to go pee."
" Well that's another 50 swats," John said. And, I saw another man pull out a small notepad and write something down.
"You will also learn about bathroom control and how to ask or wait for one of us to take you. But it won't be now. Do you understand?
"Yes Sir."
Then food was brought out. Everyone had a nice meal in front of them bur I only had a large wedge of iceberg lettuce.
"Would you like some dressing with that," the man to my right asked?
"Yes Sir," I replied
Then he got up and unzipped his fly saying, "Ok then, give me a good blow job and at the end you can hold your salad and I'll cream on it for you. Doesn't that sound great," he asked?
Men were laughing when I answered yes. I didn't know anyone's name so they are just 'men' to me.
"Ok then. First thing you do girl is to stick your face in my crotch and smell my balls. Take a deep inhale. Then take my dick out and start. I'll tap you on the head when it's time for you to get your salad and then you can take my dick out of your mouth, hold the plate of salad and I'll drop a load of dressing on it. Ok?"
'Yes Sir."
His crotch smelled nasty to me. I had never smelled a man's crotch before. Then when I went to get his cock out I could see yellow stains on his briefs.
"Go on girl, start licking and sucking my dick or you won't get any tasty salad dressing," he said as he put his hands through my hair touching me with a feeling that was just nasty to me.
I pulled his cock out and could smell it; a rancid smell reminding me of when I went hunting with a bunch of men once. I could remember them pissing, spitting, drinking. I hated it.
"Good girl," he cajoled and then he took hold of my ears and started fucking my mouth. His pubes rubbing against my nose and with my mouth stuffed I could only breathe in through my nose. I breathed in air and his scent. I heard the other men laughing and asking him if I was a good 'cocksucker?"
"She's a great little girl. She can really Hoover," he replied.
And then suddenly he simply said, "Girl, get your salad. It's time for dressing," pulling me off his dick and he then grabbed his own cock. I took the plate with the wedge of iceberg and he pushes my hands down a bit while he jerked his cock. The he started to moan and this first little squirt shot out. Some of it hit my face and he told me to keep my eyes open. Then he aimed his dick and a big white glunk of sperm shot onto the salad. A few more jerks and some stringy cum and he finally said, "Girl, clean the tip of my dick."
Holding the salad plate, I licked the last bit of cum off. I had never tasted cum before. I wanted to throw up. But that wasn't all. Before it was over six other guys had come forward and spunked they're cum onto my salad. Some were yellowish. Others were more liquid. But when they were done my salad was covered.
"Doesn't that look delicious," John laughingly said reminding me to make sure I "eat slowly, daintily and describe the taste between each bite."
I picked up my knife and fork, my face at the same height. I was so scared and worried about my life going forward, I felt a little pee come out into my panties. Just a tiny accident, no one would notice. But it did make my dick, which seems small next to the few I had just seen, sensitive.
"What are you waiting for," John asked. Then he said he had been Googling sperm before I arrived and did I know a man ejaculates about a teaspoon or two and there is about 7 calories of protein in each teaspoon. So I was eating around 50 calories plus the lettuce in this meal and that would keep me fit.
"With 84 men here, a couple aren't going to want you, feeding you each day, that would be around 600 calories of protein for you. Tomorrow you'll need to find out how many calories you need to ingest each day so you reach 125 pounds. And then we'll find the right balance of other foods for you," John stated with this authoritative look.
The men thought that was so funny. Some said they could cum twice a day. But another wanted to know if cum was in my ass was that also considered part of the daily needs. Everyone thought that was funny.
I cut a piece of salad but John had said, "NO,' and wanted me to take a small piece with the most gunk on it. I was to cut pieces about the size of a grape and then smell it, put it in my mouth, savor it by chewing slowly and commenting.
I brought the first piece to my nose. It smelled like Clorox. It looked disgusting. I think they all enjoyed the painful expression on my face as I put it in my mouth. When I started to gag I saw John warning me not to. I chewed and I felt this chunky yogurt tasting sauce mixed with the crisp lettuce. Looking at the salad in front of me I could tell I had another twenty mouthfuls. Then I swallowed.
I reached for my water but John moved it away and said, "When you are all done."
"It tastes like cum and smell like Clorox," I said.
"Well, this girl knows what cum tastes like. That's a sure sign a great little pussy girl. Keep eating."
When I was half through John started rubbing my tit closest to him and put a hand on my inner thigh just above where my stockings ended.
"Before long you'll learn to have a pussy orgasm when a man wants you too. Also, you will learn how to have an orgasm by a man playing with your clit or you rubbing up against a man. But you may not ever pleasure yourself without permission again."
His fingers moved up and touched my panty. "Did you have an orgasm or did you pee girl," he asked?
"Pee Sir," I replied in an embarrassed whisper as I finished with my salad, "Now may I have some water?"
As we left the dining room John took me to the bathroom. It was a very conventional white tile floor, ceilings with a row of 6 urinals and six stalls. Only one thing was different. The first stall had one side and the front side removed. You could see the places where it connected on the floor. The wall on that remained had been painted pink and had pictures of naked men glued in a collage fashion over it. The toilet had no seat cover. The urinals were attached to a low wall with the showers on the other side.
"This is your toilet girl. I'd advise you to sit as deep as you can so as not to pee on the floor. Because if you do, your punishment will be toilet room cleaning and your equipment will be your tongue. Btw, you will be the toilet room maid. Which means twice a day a time has been set for you to come in and clean this room. The equipment is behind that door," John said and pointed.
Men were coming in and pissing in the urinals and leaving. A few stayed to watch me pull my panties down and then sit deep into the toilet and pee. So as not to look at them I looked at the wall of cocks and cum splattered faces of girls, Cream pies and more. I shuddered and when I almost finished peeing John said,
"So here are your bathroom rules. Each day you may come here anytime the first hour after you wake up and you may come again after dinner. If you poop, you will take the enema bag from that cabinet, fill it with at first a pint of water mixed with a teaspoon of this. He showed me a bottle filled with some liquid. But by the end of a week you will use a quart. The temperature should be around 100 degrees, there is the thermometer and hang the bag there. Then let it flow into you. Remove, clean and put away. Have the timer set for 15 minutes. You may want to do it twice if you think you will be licking your shit off a guy's dick because you aren't clean. Once a week Mary will give you a full Colema. If you have to go at any other time of the day you will come here and in the lower cabinet there is a leash and knee and footpads. Put them on and kneel by that first urinal. Make sure you are naked and have the knee and hand pads on. Then perhaps a man will take you for a walk outside for you to relieve yourself like the bitch you are now. You will sniff around trying to find the freshest man piss scent you can and then you will squat like a bitch dog and pee. If you need to shit you will then nose around again and squat and crap. When you return to this room and the leash is unclamped, you will say, "Thank You Sir" Then you will wash your shitty ass only. There's a little squirter enema bottle you can clean your hole with, then wipe your hole clean and get dressed again. And as a girl you always wipe front to back and never touch your pussy stick or sac. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
While we headed back to the room where John holds court he told me that now I would get my punishment, one hundred and fifty spanks on each cheek. I was to pull my panties down, lie on his lap and I could sob or cry but no screaming and if I squirmed or put my hands back I would receive and extra ten each time.
By now, I was feeling more submissive then ever in my life. Oh I was never testosterone man but I wasn't a wimp either. When I pulled my panties down in front of John he lifted my skirt up and looked and said,
"I like your clit and the blond heart patch with the word CUNT is nice. What a nice job Mary did. From now on when you are asked to rub your clit you will do as a girl, either a finger or your open hand. No wrapping your fingers around anymore. Now get over my knee."
He set me up in a position where my toes didn't touch the ground, so I just hung there. Before he started he put his hand under my blouse and started playing with my tit, pinching the nipple and asking me if I liked it. I could feel the sensation and my nipple start to harden.
"Yes Sir."
The he started spanking me. It was a real spanking. I was sobbing by the time he got to 60 and sniffling sobs most of the way past a hundred. When it was over I got up and said, "Thank You Sir." And John instructed me not to pull my panties up till the little time on his table went 'ding'. Also, I was not to rub my bottom at all and when dismissed I would go and find Mary.
Do you have any idea how it feels to be crying, your bottom red, hot and in pain and not to touch? To have men looking at me while I waited crying with my panties around my knees?
Finally John said my first day was over and I could go back to Mary. I curtsied and turned. I didn't pull my panties up because he hadn't said so. And I thought he would. But instead, he let me hobble out of the room just the way I was. A couple of men near me felt my ass. One rubbed my titty and another said he couldn't wait to "stick my dick up your warm ass and shoot my load so far up it comes out your mouth."
I got to Mary's room and she was there.
"Rough day hun," she asked.
I nodded and then we talked for nearly an hour as she commiserated with me over my predicament. When I talked about escaping she told me the walls were nearly 50 feet or more into the ground and poured and steel reinforced super strong concrete. There were also many levels of concrete, stone, razor wire etc below the entire prison. Apparently these expenses were cheaper then having armed guards and also more secure. There was no way out. Supplies came and were loaded through that Steel thing I cam in by. There was some sort of monitoring device the outside world had too.
"How do you know all this Mary," I asked?
"Well I don't know all of it. You learn things from others. Oh, and don't try to commit suicide, because if you do I've heard John say they'd save you and then he'd cut your hands and legs off and you'd still get fucked. Also, there are video cameras all over the place that are always monitored. They were put there in case someone had a heart attack but now they are used by John to monitor you. There was agreement among the men about this.
I trembled as the depth of what has happened to me. My inability to do anything other then what these men wanted was so unjust but that didn't matter. These were hardened criminals. You don't get locked up here unless you've killed someone.
"Mary, why are you here," I asked?
"Girl, you do not want to know but I belong here and am lucky I live the life I do now."
During this time Mary helped clean me up as best she could. She showed me where I would be sleeping. It was a small room off of Mary's workshop. Her room was on the other side and was the same as mine. She wiped my tears and helped me undress and put the babydoll jammys that were on the bed. Then, she offered me a small piece of chocolate. I thanked her profusely and ate it in small bites savoring the taste and the sweetness which helped me wash away the taste from the cum covered salad I had had for dinner.
"You will need to know a few things girl," Mary said, "First, there are 80 some men here who haven't had a woman for awhile. They can't all fuck you everyday but they all like to beat off everyday. An average man can spurt at least one tablespoon of cum. There are about 7 calories in each tablespoon but you already know that since I could hear Mister John telling you at dinner. Cum is very nutritious and so they plan to have about 20 men cum at each meal into a glass for you. I tested how much it is and it's over a full cup of cum you'll be expected to sip at every meal. You will be given vitamins and other nutrients to bring your body weight to about 125 pounds."
My brain throbbed with the thoughts of Mary's conversation.
"That will still leave over twenty men who will cum in or on you every day," Mary continued. "I tell you this since I was told to do it but I also tell you so you will know what tomorrow will be like and getting to many spankings for unnecessary disobedience is just foolish. Also, when you are cleaning the bathroom you will only be allowed to wear whatever you find in the cleaning closet. If there is nothing there then you will proceed naked. These men have many, many years of perverted fantasy, which you will be bring to life for them. But don't kid yourself they know they are in charge and they know how to mete out pain. But, they also all talked about you and how they could let jealousy or anything interfere with having you. Apparently there is no young man up for a sentence like yours and if you had gone to trial it could take five years before you were sent here."
"No way," I muttered under my breath, "I could have remained in the regular cell I was in for several more years if I had gone to trial? And maybe even being put to death would have been better than what I've gotten myself into now. I'm here and I can't escape, refuse or even commit suicide.
Sleep came as a peaceful tide washing over a white sand beach and when I awoke the next morning, like that beach I had no footprints. But, that false dream turned rapidly to reality when Mary said, "Good Morning Girl. Time to get ready for your first fill day."
Mary showed me my schedule.
6:00am wake up, shower, makeup, dressed, toilet use during this hour, enema 7:00am go to cafeteria for breakfast 7:30am - 12:30pm wander and satisfy any man who asks and clean bathroom 12:30pm go to cafeteria for breakfast
1:00pm come to see John
4:00pm - 7:30pm wander and satisfy any man who asks and clean bathroom
7:30pm go to cafeteria for dinner
8:15pm toilet use and enema if needed.
8:45pm wander and satisfy any man who asks. 10:00pm report for punishment and final dismal for bed
Mary explained different parts of it to me. I had to go to the toilet first. As I sat there naked, peeing and pooping some men came in and two used the urinal and one went into the stall. It was what you'd expect of a men's bathroom that had not been cleaned since I'm not sure when. The men would ask me questions when they came in, like, "would you like to suck my cock? How would you like me to cum in your face and on and on and I had to say to everyone of them, "Yes Sir."
Walking naked to the showers I felt self conscious of my penis/clit. I held my hands on my breasts. As I walked naked past men smiling at me with my hands over my breasts I didn't know for a moment if I was a girl or a boy.
When we got to the showers Mary suggested I go potty and then take my enema and shower at the same time since there was a lot to do in one hour. And being late meant being punished later in the evening. So, I sat down and I really did have to go. My poop smelled funny and I wondered if that was from the cum still in my ass for the whole night. Mary said she didn't know.
Then came the enema bag and soapy water. Mary showed me how to mix it and how to stand so it would all go in me. "Especially once you start taking a quart," Mary said and also told me her job was to make sure I took the whole bag and held it the required time and report back if I did or she would be punished.
With my insides gurgling with soapy water I went to the showers and noticed there were six more urinals on this side.
"Does bathroom cleaning mean this side too?" I asked.
"Yes it does Girl," Mary said as she handed me some scented soap and shampoo. "But you can get it done in an hour if you pay attention. Each urinal should take only 3 minutes and the toilets the same. That leaves you 6 minutes to mop the floor. It can be done but you'll probably have a few times you don't or you don't do a good enough job. I'd try to get here a few minutes early so you can change into cleaning clothes. Your change time does not count against you. You have 5 minutes before and after to do that."
With that Mary turned off the shower and directed me to go sit on the potty again. I was sitting splattering the enema out when three men came in. They were naked. All three must have been at least six foot tall. One had a big belly and a skinny little ass. The hairiest one had muscular thighs and a hard ass.
"Good morning Mary," one of the men said.
"Good morning Sir," Mary answered.
Then they started to pee and moan "AHHHHH." One of the men said, "I've got to take a morning dump," and went into the stall. Mary told me to rush along so I finished and wiped best I could.
"Don't worry Girl," Mary whispered, "we have water to clean you up better at our quarters."
We went back to our, well area, and Mary got me ready for the day. "This is what you'll wear today Girl. John selects your wardrobe for the day and sends me the list."
It was a little French Maid's uniform. The skirt wasn't puffy but instead fit tight and short, about eight inches above the knee. Although it stretched it was a tight stretch so I could bend but at the same time my walking was restricted. Also the white bid part was actually cut and the black shear so my tits were readily accessible. The shoes were higher then yesterday but they had ankle supports and the perfume was a nice like springtime scent. Lipstick was full red and nails too.
We were ready to go to breakfast. Mary said I was to go on my own and reminded me of the lube, lipstick and perfume in my pocketbook.
"Oh, one sec, I forgot the jewelry," Mary said and came back and put a necklace on me that flickered in rhinestones MAID TO SERVE and a bracelet with two charms made of same rhinestones. One said, FUCK and the other ME.
So, I walked down the hall and arrived at the cafeteria. When I entered there was another man (I was surprised how many were all new faces and being told not to remember names unless told to, like Mike's and John's, it was more confusing.
He was about my height with Sandy long hair. And he was a full heavy set man and a bit fat but not like some of the others. He was wearing just a pair of jockey shorts and a dirty t-shirt and he walked up to me and pulled me close to him and then proceeded to kiss me and stick his tongue in my mouth as he played with my ass.
Another man came in and said, "Aww, Bill, are you falling in love?" And he released me from his embrace and took me to my table. This time the table was higher then all the other and I must have been about 5 feet off the floor. The seat was a bit small for my ass so I had to balance. A cloth curtain was open and twenty men were standing there facing me. I looked and saw the 8th man was jerking off into a large glass and the glass was nearly half full.
"It's your protein shake girl. A real Smoothie," the man who kissed me said. I wanted to throw up but knew I couldn't
Bill put a large glass of water on my table and said I could not drink it until I had finished everything else. Then I realized the men were looking up my skirt as they jerked off.
A few minutes later I had a large glass of spunk, two scrambled eggs with sperm sauce and a slice of wheat toast buttered sperm. A little card showed the nutritional and caloric intake of this breakfast and next to the glass of water several pills were put Vitamins and Estrogen.
The men at breakfast things morning weren't the same men from dinner last night. As I looked around I realized there must be two seatings of each meal. I could feel the eyes of them looking at me. I felt those eyes heatedly on my thighs and I could hear the murmur of men discussing me as if I was a centerfold model who suddenly had teleported into their prison for their benefit.
I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip. There is no way to explain how the stomach reacts to something that smells like Clorox, tastes like expired milk and has the consistency of snot and yogurt mixed. Also, the smell of my feminine perfume, fresh washed hair (set by Mary), nail polish, lipstick, creams, makeup and even my clothes were being assaulted by the odors of unwashed, sweat dried, male testosterone bomb with at least 40 times the molecules of aroma to my little one. A whiff of bad breath would sneak by my perfume and my nostrils crimped. The glass of sperm was constantly invading my nose as I drank.
Once when I pulled the glass away a man shouted out, "Hey honey, you look like that commercial, "I've got cum," and the room all started laughing. Someone suggested photos. My stomach filled with 90% sperm, 5% eggs and 5% toast. I had no appetite for this but my stomach growled for food. It was a small breakfast in comparison to what I was use to but it took my appetite and executed it. I only finished knowing a punishment was more severe if I didn't.
Right after breakfast as I was walking down the hall a man came up to me and said, "Girl, bend your ass over, I've got a load of jism I've been holding for a month for your sweet little pussy. I hope you are tight and hand me a you pussy wetting stick."
It was barely eight in the morning and in the next few moments I was bent over with this man sticking the plunger in my ass, pushing the lube in and then his cock. At least he wasn't as big as Mike. He grabbed my waist and started fucking me. His balls must has been huge because I kept feeling the sac banging against my ass.
"Girl, I have so much cum in me that when I shoot it will be like a stream of morning piss, he moaned and then started to slap my ass.
Before to long I heard his "AHHHHHH" and felt the warm liquid begin to fill me. I had no idea what piss in my ass was like but this was definitely a load. When he was finished he slowly pulled out and told me to squeeze his cum into me. Then he had me turn around, kneel and lick his cock clean. I wanted to cry as he left me there with his slimy spunk up my ass. I pulled my panties up and started to walk away when I heard his voice say, "I didn't say to pull your panties up. I'll note that for tonight and you forgot to curtsy and say thank you. That's three infractions."
I pulled them down around my knees and hobbled away towards the bathroom. I figured I should go clean it now. Did it mean I would get 150 spanks on my bottom tonight? I cried.
As I rounded one of the halls towards the bathroom another man came towards me and said, "Hey cunt, why are your panties down around your knees?"
I stopped. I didn't know what to say but I did curtsy.
"Good girl, I am giving you permission to speak."
I explained how I had just had a man cum in me and how I had forgotten to say "Thank You", curtsy and had pulled my panties up without permission.
"Well you may pull them up now. And I want you to play with your pussy as the girl you are now . You know only an open palm. You can finger if you want. Just like a girl. While I play with your tits. If you cum for me in the next five minutes I'll get your punishment reduced."
So there I was playing with myself like it was my clit and him teaching me how to moan as he cupped and played with my tits and nipples. Of course I didn't cum in time but he was hard and nearly ready to cum. He made me pull my panties open and he shot on my cock saying, "Now your little clitty will be happy all day."
After cleaning his cock with my tongue, curtsying and saying thank you I was on my way again with his spunk in my hole and on my dick. As I walked I started to think like, down there, I was a girl and the cum squishing on my clit and the load in me didn't feel so bad. But I had been here less then 24 hours and my life had changed. As many times as I had wanted to yell or say no I couldn't. I didn't want John to cut my balls off and make me eat them. Most of all I didn't want to die. Life was all there is, whatever it is. If I was to live like this I would find time in my privacy to think of myself as a man and not 'girl' as so many called me already.
In the bathroom I opened the closet. There were instructions for me to take off my blouse and skirt and to put the kneepads on and I was to clean in that get- up. When I was done I was to find the black square and wait there for approval. Also I was to clean number 2 and number 4 urinal by hand since they were broken and to make sure all the toilets and urinals were spotless and not jammed. There were cleaning supplies. I started cleaning the showers first putting off the other until later. I had nearly finished scrubbing the showers when this big hairy man walked in. His stomach hung over his cock and he had a dark beard with speckled grey running through. His hair was mostly white and gray.
He walked over to one of the showers I had finished cleaning and started to step in and then stopped saying, "Girl, did you clean this shower?"
"Yes Sir," I answered promptly.
"Come over here and look down there. Get on your knees and see if you see what I see bitch," he said gruffly.
I got down and saw a curly pubic hair and picked it up.
"Put it in your mouth."
I did and then he spanked my ass really hard a few time. I had to give him a blowjob. Even when his dick got hard his belly rested on my head. He didn't pay any attention to me except to tell me when he came I shouldn't swallow.
It didn't take him long to cum. I guess it had been so long. His cum didn't shoot in my mouth. It more just plopped onto my tongue. My nose was so in his pubes I didn't taste anything but felt the thick snotty consistency.
Then he instructed me to get up and open my mouth and show him his spunk. When I did he spat in my mouth and said not to swallow until all the urinals was clean, spanking me on my ass again and dismissing me. I could only mumble "Yes Sir."
Cleaning the urinals was disgusting. I had to pick the butts out of urine. The best way was with my long fingernails like tweezers but still my fingers went into the dark urine yellow man piss . I didn't feel like a man doing this. I felt I was in the wrong bathroom.
I couldn't believe it. When I was done that man was still showering and now I really had to pee badly. All the cum and water (I started drinking lots of water since I was allowed as much as I wanted) was pushing on my bladder. Ashamed in my mind and of my body I got the leash, took off my bra and when I lowered my panties it was sticky slimy and I went and knelt by the urinal as John had said.
Of course I was hoping someone else would come but of course that wasn't the case. Instead, pubic hair man came over and looked at me. He had me turn and face the urinal as he peed long and hard and I had to show him his cum in my mouth. He smiled with his dark tobacco stained teeth.
Then he said, as he peed, "My little bitch needs to go out to relieve herself?"
I nodded my head. While, he peed some splattered back in my face. When he finished my face was pee wet and he took the leash leading me through the hallway in a different direction.
"You remember the rules bitch, right?" he asked.
I shook my head yes and tried to answer but he said shaking my head was more like the bitch animal I was right now and then he gave me permission to swallow his gunk. I nearly choked as it slithered down my throat. We came to a door and he opened it and I was sort of outside. It was a giant greenhouse.
I started sniffing the grass but he pulled the leash and said, "Men like to piss on trees," and led me to a tree.
I sniffed and smelled stale urine.
"No not this one. It isn't fresh, he laughed as he bent down stroking my hair and slapping my ass once taking me to the next tree. I couldn't tell how big the place was but figured if it was a greenhouse it wasn't too big.
"This looks promising," he said and then I saw it. The tree had fresh pee on it and the ground had a pee puddle.
"Get your nose in it bitch," he coaxed me on.
I started sniffing but he wanted me to sniff right into the piss. When he was satisfied he said I could pee like the girl bitch I was so men would want to fuck me.
Trying to get into position to squat and pee with him pulling the leash was difficult. Finally, with my legs spread so I would kneel in the piss I squatted but he made me squat more until my clit/dick actually was sitting in the cold urine.
"Hurry up, I don't have all day."
And because I had to go so badly I started to pee right into the other pee. Someone came by and said smile and took a picture of us both.
I heard smile, saw the flash and then wondered what did I look like with my long curly blond hair squatting and peeing with my little teats just hanging there. I just felt so vulnerable.
When I was done the man led me back to the bathroom and just left me, walking away laughing. The rest of the day was consumed with cum to drink at lunch and dinner. Cum in my hair. Cum on my face, six or more blowjobs and several pumps of cum up my ass.
Then came time for punishment. John said I only had 200 good slaps on my ass today but tonight would be a bit different.
"I am going to spank you until you really cry. Not like last night. This will be a real girlie submissive cry. A cry you can't really stop or control. And when I feel you are truly submissively crying I will spank you fifty times more over my knee. It was then I learned the man who ratted me out (turned his list of my infractions) got to spank me.
So, I went to this man first and went over his knee for a spanking. Then to the next man and somewhere during the spanking I simply lost control and started to cry. By the time I went to John for the last fifty my tears were streaming and some dipping on my tits.
John grabbed my wrists and pulled me close and then took his fingers and pushed my hair back wiping my teardrop cheeks with his fingers.
"There, now you are learning how to be the right girl/boy," he said and then turned me over his lap and spanked me. I cried and sobbed and kept crying but he didn't stop. He seemed to enjoy it and I'm not sure he gave me only fifty.
When he was finished he had me stand in front of him saying, "Play with your clit. If you can get your pussy stick to cum you can have tomorrow off to relax."
I so wanted the day off I rubbed with my palm. I got myself hard but I couldn't Cum but I couldn't understand why I had even gotten hard but it didn't matter.
"It's Ok girl," John said, "one day you will finally be able to cum for us as the pussy boy you are and will be."
Then he had me walk around to the other men and say, "Thank You Sir," and let them touch me. There were about nine men around. Some played with my tits. Some just touched my whole body. Some had me touch their crotch as they played with my clit while it was still hard. The last man made me sit my 'pussy' on his finger and turn side to side, several time, to show the other men. That brought a great round of laughter. Finally I sucked his finger clean and was sent to my room with Mary for the night.
END OF PART ONE _(hope you enjoyed it. Lauren Westley)