Hey this is probably going to be the last chapter, I haven't received any feedback or comments on the last couple, I can only assume for lack of interest.
Chapter 5 - Jail
Officer Wilkens
We really kicked the shit out of that white sissy. I was having a shitty shift and I really gave it to him good and I am the nice one out of the two of us. I have zero respect or sympathy for faggots out there and even less for a white one. I kicked it to teach it to keep its white trash faggot ass out of my city. If it was up to me I would have made it strip and then knocked it out in the weeds, make the white boy wake up confused and naked and in the hood. The fucking bitch had a collar on, someone owned this white whore. I figured the worst thing I could do to this white boy was to run him in, young white faggots don't do so well in our jail. I knew his life was going to get very hard soon, and with that in mind we booked the faggot down at the station and then went to eat and laughed our asses off about what was going to happen to that little white punk.
faggot
After going through the booking process, which seemed to take all night, I was eventually brought to a group holding cell where prisoners were temporarily kept before they were given an actual bed in the larger jail.
I was instantly singled out and harassed for being white and a faggot.
Some of the Men were calling me she and her, some were laughing at me openly, and some just looked at me like they hated me without even knowing me. I didn't know what to do, everyone was either Black or Mexican, I was the only white person in sight. I was still in the clothes I had been booked in minus the collar they had removed, so I was barefoot and shirtless. I was trying to look down and not be noticed or offend anyone but it seemed everyone else in the cell was talking about me, openly calling me punta and punk. When the guard came to the cell door and called my name I almost didn't respond, it had only been two days but I had already been conditioned to not respond to my old name.
The officer sort of chuckled when he saw me and heard all the other inmates calling me female names. I was given prison clothes, a blanket, a pillow, and a tooth brush and walked down to a cell. As the guard pushed me into my new cell, he said we don't protect punks in this jail.
In the cell was an older Black man who looked at me like I was his worst enemy, I had only been in the cell for a few minutes and hadn't even worked up the nerve to speak to my new cellmate when another older Black man showed up at our cell door and entered. That is when my cellmate came up behind me and grabbed me in some kind of a choke hold, he squeezed until I thought I was going to pass out, then he let go a bit and asked if I was fixing to resist, all I could do was shake my head no a little bit.
Vince
When the young white punk was put into my cell I almost couldn't believe my luck. Before I could even get anywhere with the punk West Side J showed up like a dog to a barbecue. He must have seen the punk come in and knew it was going to happen fast. We hadn't had a white boy in here in a long time so everyone was interested when this young weak looking one was brought in. When West Side showed up I grabbed the punk in a choke hold and squeezed the fight out of him. I asked him if he was going to fight, he shook his head no and I threw him down on the bed. I grabbed his pants and tore them right off his white ass. Seeing that exposed pale vulnerable ass made me hard as fuck. I pulled my pants down, spit on my cock and mounted the punk faggot. I told the faggot this is how we do faggot white punks in G block. The white boy hadn't been here an hour and he was already getting raped, I grabbed the bitch by his hair and pulled his head back as I fucked him. Most punks in here have to be broken before they just allow us to fuck them, this faggot didn't put up any resistance, just took the dick and moaned a little. I fucked him hard, I didn't care how loud the slapping sounds were or how much damage I was doing to the bitch. I wanted everyone in the block to hear what was happening to the white boy. I tore his bitch ass up, then I busted in him. As I got up off him I punched him in the back of the head and said welcome to G block.
West Side J
I had to laugh, the white punk didn't even try to move when V got up off him. I could see nut leaking out his pale ass. V had gone guerrilla on him and torn his pants and underwear completely off, I picked up what was left of his pants and tore it till I had a nice long strip and then tied it around the bitch neck so I would have a leash to hold onto. I pulled the leash hard at the same time as I shoved my dick in the faggots ass, I heard a popping noise and the faggot cried out. I started fucking in and out and I could tell the punk was in pain, I didn't give a fuck about some worthless white punk and what happened to him. I took my pleasure and tore that ass up, and the white punk had shit to say about it. I was pulling up hard on the leash trying to choke his ass, telling him he better learn to show some respect to the superior race. I rode that skinny ass like a dirt bike, pounded him with no mercy. When I nutted in him I pulled back extra hard on the leash, by the time I had finished nutting I noticed the faggot had passed out from the leash. The punk lay there on the bed limp, with nut oozing out of his ass and a leash tied around his neck. It goes without saying that everything the white boy had we took for ourselves, his blanket and pillow and toothbrush, even his prison slippers and socks. I told Vince to get out the cell phone we kept hidden and had him take a pic of me wiping my dick across the faggots face while holding his passed out head up by the leash.
faggot
I woke up confused, I was in my cell alone and everything hurt. My pants and underwear were off and I had a piece of cloth tied around my neck.
My asshole hurt so bad I didn't think I would be able to walk, and there was white stuff caked around it and also all over my face. I tried to get over to the sink to wash myself up but couldn't stand up. I had nothing to do but lay on the hard mattress with no pillow or blanket or anything even covering my bottom half. From time to time inmates would walk by my door and laugh or call me princess. The Men that would walk by would refer to me as she or her, and I knew it was going to be bad.
After awhile my cellmate came in and laughed when he saw the condition I was in. He told me the block had given me the name of princess and that I had been turnt out and everyone knew it, I was now a punk. Then he told me that a gang had claimed me as their property and he was going to take me over. He grabbed me by the leash and started pulling me out into the hallway, I couldn't even walk and I was barefoot and half naked. I managed to half crawl half walk my way down the hallway naked on a leash while all the other inmates went crazy laughing and yelling. I was lead in front of everyone, I tried to just keep my eyes down and be humble. I didn't see another white person in the whole block. I was lead down a hallway with empty classrooms on either side and around a small corner at the end. In this small isolated hallway stood four Black Men. I saw them give something to my cellmate and he walked away, leaving me kneeling surrounded by my new owners.
Andrew
Most of the time it takes some work to make someone into an owned punk, but this faggot white boy came in trained. As the punk kneeled in front of us I told it that its new name was princess, that is was now owned property of the gang and that if it didn't do what we told it to that it would be beaten severely. The punk bitch just looked at the floor and listened to everything I told it. Then I asked if it understood and it said "yes Sir." I liked that respect right out of the gate. Then I told the punk to stand up and bend over, I could see it struggling to move, but got in the position anyways. Then I got behind it pulled my dick out and raped the white faggot bitch. I showed it no kindness, I raped it hard and rough. I could hear the little faggot crying and that just made me go harder. After I slammed it for awhile I nutted in it then pushed it down so the punk fell into the corner of the hall. The other guys were all laughing and congratulating me, as the punk lay in the corner with cum dripping out of it crying. I told the punk not to forget it was owned now and then I said see you later princess and we left the bitch laying in the corner, used and crying.
faggot (princess)
The Black Men in here not only had really big dicks but they fucked so hard and rough. My asshole felt torn and it seemed like each cock that raped me was thicker than the last one. After the last one fucked me he pushed me as I was bent over taking his cock, I fell into the cement wall head first. The Men all laughed and said bye princes and left my crying in the corner. After some time I knew I had to get up and try to make my way back to my cell, but I was still half naked and my asshole felt like it was ripped and was hurting really bad. I tried to stand up but felt dizzy and fell back down. I started crawling back to my cell with the leash still tied around my neck and no shoes or sock on. That is how the guard found me and cuffed me up and took me over to some kind of office.
In the office were two Men who sort of chuckled when I was brought in by the guard. One of them asked the guard before he left what block I was coming from and when the guard told him G the two Men laughed and the one said "jesus who did this kid piss off." After the guard left the Men asked me what had happened, I told them everything, about being raped three times and being owned now. That's when I heard for the second time since getting here "we don't protect punks in the jail."