Penal Reform

Chapter 1

Most of all, you feel loathsome.

She betrayed you with another.

You killed them.

The judge sentenced you to sexual reprogramming.

The press gave it the moniker, "Penile Reform."

You sit jostled by the prison van, and your breasts vibrate like gelatin from the rough road. You can't see beyond the white metal sheet put over the window. You and the other prisoners look like a motley group of denim and white cotton.

Moans fill the van as the other prisoners jerk off. A rumor exists that cocks are bound in a chastity cage.

A Latina sits next to you. Her cock is big enough for her to slip between her voluptuous breasts such that the tip pokes out between them so she can suck herself. You wish you had as big a cock and tits to do that yourself.

Between drinks of orgasms, she asks you the basic information. Why you had been arrested, where you came from, etc.

You tell her about your lover and she says,

"I have a subbie back home. She likes the pain of my cock in her pussy. When she's naughty, I make her spit on it before I ram it up her ass. I'd kill her too if she cheated on me... but I guess that relationship is over now. I'm not getting fucked. I've never given a blowjob, I've never taken it in the pussy, and I will never ever take it up the butt!"

You say,

"I'm sure there are ways they force you to submit."

The Latina looks down at her tits. Her cock hid in them like a prairie dog in its burrow.

She says,

"They don't hire guards unless their cocks are at least seven inches long. I've never had it in any of my holes before."

You ask her what she was sentenced to and she says,

"Butt and mouth."

You say,

"I was sentenced to triple. Twice a day for each count."

The Latina says,

"Damn! I've only got it once a day! I can't imagine twice!"

Her glans peaks out from between her breasts again, and the Latina resumes blowing herself.

You unzip your jeans, pull out your dick, and spit in your hand and rub to the sight. You work your fingers inside your pussy to trigger your g-spot.

A blast of bliss goes off in your head as bolts of cum lay siege to the back of the chair in front of you.

The van stops and the door slides open and guards come in screaming. They flail cattle prods about and zap everyone whose genitals are exposed.

Screams and groans erupt from the prisoners and you stuff your genitals back in your pants quick.

The Latina is not so lucky. A guard grabs her cock and says,

"So we've got a big one here!"

The Latina says,

"Hey boss! Don't do anything! I'll be good!"

Another guard holds her in the seat, as the other drags the cattle prod up and down the belly of her cock and then pokes her balls.

She says,

"Dios mio! Stop!"

The guard says,

"If you like cumming so much, why don't you cum for us now?"

She says,

"It hurts too much!"

The guard presses the prod into the Latina's balls again, holding it there until a huge load erupts out of her.

They force everyone up and down the walkway of the van and down the steps to a hallway. Fetters rub your ankles raw as you all run while the guards threaten with prods.

To your right is cement and to your left is black glass. Above, lights which look like they belong in a mine shaft keep the dark in the margins of the tunnel in soft dusty shadows.

You see prisoners are removed from their chains and taken to a bright white room.

Eventually it is your turn, and as she unlocks your bonds, the clerk says,

"Just do as you're told prisoner!"

A couple guards pull you into the room.

A read head orders you to strip, and you do so in fearful haste.

A muscular blond presses her hands on your back to bend you over a metal table in the room.

You hear the redhead say,

"I'm gonna look for contraband. Don't you dare shit on me!"

You feel cold gel rubbed about your asshole and vagina. Fingers enter your vagina, and then stretch its lips.

As abruptly as they got in, the fingers leave, and poke into your ass.

You gasp from the feeling of defecation this gives you, and you worry that you shit yourself.

The guards laugh at your gasp, knowing what it was for, and the blonde says,

"If you've been brought to this block, get ready for a whole lot more of that feeling!"

The redhead says,

"I can't wait for it to be my turn to be in this tight butt! Hopefully it won't be loosened by the time I get to you!"

She pulls her fingers out, and the blonde grabs hold of you and forces your mouth open, and slips her fingers around between your lips and gums and shines a light while holding down your tongue with her thumb, and you taste the latex.

She says,

"No contraband inside this one!"

The blonde pours ice water over your cock.

You yelp and try to get away, but the redhead takes hold of your arms and locks them behind your back with hers so you can't escape.

You feel a cold steel device slipped on your cock and hear a click.

You look down at the stainless steel cage which is a series of rings gripping your cock held together by bars which curve down so your limp penis hugs your balls.

A ring too small for even one testicle to slip out of, pinches your scrotum under your cock. You can't get your genitals free.

The blonde guard says,

"Now you can't bust a nut without our permission!"

She smacks your ass as she pushes you into the custody of another guard who puts a steel collar around your neck and fastens it in place. This one is an Asian woman with blue eyes and thick black hair put up in a bun.

She leads you up a flight of stairs which seem eternal, only to make you descend another flight just as arduous.

Finally, she takes you into the courtyard and you get your first look at your new home.

You dance about on the concrete as it burns your soles which angers your escort and she orders you to stop being a pain in the ass.

You see you came from a tower and around you are cells with glass doors glowing with light. You try to count how many stories there are. Sixteen it looks like. The sky blares with the presence of the noon sun. Nearly all the cells are full of prisoners who completely naked like you.

You look at your collar and it reads,

"BD16098"

The guard pulls you up the stairs and you see others put into cells as you ascend the tower, and you get tired, but the guard yells at you to keep going or get shocked.

Finally you reach the very last level of the prison, and the guard drags you around the cell block until you reach a room above which is an engraved number matching that on your collar.

She throws you in and shuts the glass door behind you, and all noise and the heat of the sun are all taken away in an instant.

At first you think about how pleasant it is to be out of the heat, but you notice how small your cell is -- then you think about how long you'll be there, and your gut sinks.

You nearly have a panic attack.

The prison curves gradually, and the cells which are in your line of sight are too far away to actually see the prisoners inside them.

You cannot avoid the tower's direct gaze with its shaded windows. You cannot see inside, but you realize someone can see you in your nakedness.

You try to see the sky, but an overhang blocks your view.

You touch the steel cage fastened around your penis, and you try to find a way to open it, but there is only a small hole where a key goes, and you'd have to spaghettify each testicle to fit them in the ring shackling your scrotum.

You look around your cell. There is a foam mat glued on the floor to your right. There is no pillow or sheet or blanket.

The left wall bears a square nook which you look into to see two steel tubes protruding from the top over a steel sink bowl.

You put your hands under the spout on the left and a foamy soap comes out. The one near the center lets out a laminar stream of water cold enough to sting your hands which throb from the constriction of your blood vessels.

To the rear of the cell, a metal toilet sits, and a roll of toilet paper hangs from a steal holder fastened to the wall with the sink.

You put your hands under the sink and drink the water.

You lay on the foam mat which hardly protects you against the concrete floor and try to rest, but have to cover your eyes from the bright white light which glows from the whole ceiling.

You stand back up and tap the light. The same bullet proof glass that keeps you in the cell protects the ceiling from your knuckles if you were to try and break it.

This is your life now.

You lay face down with your forearm over your eyes and exhaustion takes you to sleep.

You wake the loud buzz of an alarm.

A voice says,

"Take a handful of soap and go out to the shower!"

You put your hands under the soap dispenser, and the cell door opens outward.

You notice the heat of the day and how fast the glass doors swung.

You step out into the walkway and the doors of the cells make walls between you and the other prisoners.

The one to the left is an African and the one to your right is another Latina.

Neither notice you.

The voice says,

"Lather up and get ready for the water!"

You hastily rub the soap all over your hair and body, and are surprised by how much it lathers. You are able to cover your whole body and lather it into your long hair.

A glass door slides down, locking you out of your cell, and water comes out of the overhang. It hits you at high pressure and freezing temperature.

You bang against the glass, panicked by the cold relentless rain.

You can hear the muffled laughter of your neighbors as they watch you flail about, but you notice they shiver and shake from the cold as well.

You rub the soap off your body.

Just as you finish, the water turns off, and the cell reopens and you go in.

The main door swings back slamming in place leaving no time to go into another prisoner's cell, which you fear someone will do to you.

Then you see them.

The guards go to cells and open them.

You can tell the guards are bare assed and thrusting.

You wonder when it will be your turn.

Just as you wonder this, the muscular blonde stands in front of your cell, and opens the door.

You see she has a sizable erection which proves seven inches must be the lower bound for guards here.

She throws you a towel and holds a bag and tube and says,

"Get dry. It's time to get you prepped for a real rough fucking!"

Behind her you see the Asian and the redhead who also have erect cocks just about as sizable as the blonde's.

The blonde says,

"I am Officer Rhonda, this is Officer Kim, and the beautiful ginger is Officer Marla."

You say nothing.

Officer Kim and Officer Marla walk into the cell and heir jack boots clomp on the concrete. They take hold of your arms and hold you face down on the mat as Officer Rhonda sticks something in your ass.

She says,

"Hold the liquid in until I tell you to release!"

You feel cold water go in your ass, and you let out a cry as you cramp.

Then you feel the urge.

Rhonda says,

"Okay, get the bitch to the toilet!"

Kim and Marla pick you up and sit you on the toilet.

You let out the liquid.

Rhonda says,

"Hey bitch! I told you to hold it 'till I said!"

You say,

"I'm sorry."

She grabs your chin and looks into your eyes with her burning blue irises and says,

"Shut the fuck up, and get your ass back in the air! You've got two more flushes before we get this party started!"

Marla and Kim shove you back down, but this time in a prostrate position with your ass up.

You feel the tube and the water again.

You feel the urge again.

This time you wait.

Then you squirm on the toilet.

Rhonda mocks you asking,

"Is it hard to hold it? Do you want to release... Well too bad! Hold 'till I say!"

You panic and say,

"Please! I can't hold it!".

Rhonda looks down at her cock and says,

"Okay, fine. We've got fucking to get to, so let it out bitch!"

You moan as the water comes out, and as soon as the sound of trickle stops, Kim and Marla have you back in position for another enema.

Rhonda orders you to let it out as soon as the others set you back on the toilet.

Rhonda slathers lube on her cock which glistens in the ceiling light.

She lays down on the mat with her head rested on her hands and the others grab your legs and pick you off your feet and hold you over her cock.

You protest saying,

"I've never been sodomized before!"

You feel Rhonda's hot glans press through your sphincter and into your rectum.

You let out a cry as her girth stretches you wide and her length straightens your rectum.

You gasp saying,

"Your impaling me!"

Marla renders your words incoherent with a ring gag.

She moves her cock in position.

You can't shut your mouth and Marla slips her penis down to your throat. You taste she sodomized someone before this session. You begin to wretch, but she holds your head steady, and goes all the way down to her balls.

She pulls out of your throat and you pull air from your nose.

A set of hands fondles your caged cock and balls to move them away from your pussy, and Kim puts herself inside your vagina.

The three guards buck their hips. Their cocks bruise your insides. All you can see is Marla's red trimmed pubic hair heave in and out of your face.

The girls pull their cocks out after half an hour, and Rhonda says,

"We're not done with this stupid bitch yet! Hold her down!"

Kim an Marla pin you prone to the cell floor.

Rhonda unlocks the cage on your cock and slides it off.

You feel cold thick lube pour all over your cock. Rhonda pulls your dick behind your buttocks and strokes with firm slow thrusts.

You feel her bend your penis towards your ass, and tug fast.

In your shame, blood flows to harden you cock.

The soaked sound of the tugs bring you close -- then it all stops.

Rhonda says,

"Look at that precum! Oh! You are close bitch!"

You squirm, but you can't steal the orgasm for which you ache.

You can't comprehend how long she makes you go through the cycles of tugging and teasing before you feel your cock pulse against the concrete as throbbing pleasure deafens your ears to the sound of the faucet.

Cold water ruins the orgasm. The guards take turns heaving hand fulls of it on your genitals.

You cry out and say,

"Please! Let me finish!"

Rhonda slips the cage back on your shrunken male parts and locks it. Your cock can't throb sufficient to bring about orgasm.

She holds you down and says in your ear close enough for you to feel her humid breath on your skin as she says,

"Don't try to cum in that cage, or we'll put you in a straight jacket for a few weeks, and we move up your test with the warden by another year!"

The guards leave you in the silent place with an aching body.

You take stock of your injuries.

You can't close your ass, and have to run to the toilet as soon as you have the urge. Your vagina is sore and you can't wash Marla's cock or her previous victim's asshole from your mouth. Your balls ache from being teased and the hateful secret stare of the tower disheartens you from any attempt at ejaculation.

As you lay on the mat in wait for the next session, stress piles on top of you. The small cell. The cold water. The violent rape. The blue balls -- and not knowing how long you'd be here.

You smell the ocean from the salt in your tears and the convulsions in your diaphragm tighten and then relax over and over as you weep.

Chapter 2

You cry for a long time.

The guards return and open your cell.

You scream at the sight of their erect penises.

Kim and Marla lung to seize you, but you kick Kim's balls, and punch Marla's nose, breaking it.

Kim falls to her knees groaning while clutching her scrotum. Marla falls back holding her bleeding face.

A full body cramp doubles you over to the floor.

Rhonda shot you with a taser.

As you convulse, she fastens black box cuffs to your hands behind your back. The iron box digs into your wrists.

Marla pulls out some gauze from one of her fanny packs and stuffs her nose with it and Kim slowly rises cradling her scrotum and limp penis.

Rhonda says,

"So, you don't want to take your punishment like a good girl?"

She grabs your hair while the other two prepare a body bag which they all help stuff and zip you in.

They carry you above the ground while you thrash inside the dark of the bag until terror calms you down.

You hear muffled groans, shrieks, and yells.

You hear torture.

You go weightless for a moment and then land hard on concrete.

You try not to decipher the tortures.

You hear, "Please! No!" as the mode of phrases uttered, but what sends chills down your spine is when one woman screams, "Not that! Not there!" The up-pitched squeal in which the last syllable splits the air infects your belly with dread and your mind with thoughts of blood.

The door opens and the zipper goes down. A blare of incandescent light from the ceiling of a cell which is as large as four of yours, but it has only walls, the lit up ceiling plad with bars and a drain in the middle of the concrete floor.

Three guards wield oil slick cocks erect to the proportions of forearms. They pull you out of the body-bag like so many clothes from a suitcase.

One puts you in a full-Nelson and squats down to drag your body back to the floor.

Another gets down and grabs your ankles so your body squeezes lemon-wise, while the third positions the cock of the first so that when the second lets you down, you feel the horrible stretch and internal straightening -- but it keeps going in.

You scream,

"You're impaling me!"

Indeed you feel the entire length of your descending colon sheath the cock which even presses the bend of your transverse gut.

The second guard grabs your cage and pulls your balls and cock away from your vagina which she invades with her penalty sized cock stretching your cervix.

You can see the two cocks work and weave under your abdomen as the two torturers fuck you, and you scream in agony.

The third guard inserts a device in your mouth, and it spreads your jaws open and holds it painfully agape by means of a ratchet.

Her cock smothers your screams as it goes deep into your esophagus and her tight scrotum presses into your nostrils cutting off all hope of drawing breath.

Suffocation distracts from the rework of your guts, and when the guard finally extracts her phallus from your gullet, a reserve of vomit follows.

Without a word on the matter, she resumes plumbing your stomach with her dick, cutting off your coughs brought on by acid singed airways.

Death's possibility haunts what few thoughts your mind can manage as you choke and cough on cock reeking of an aromatic blend of wet dog and raw seafood.

Like a soul released from Naraka, a new life fills you when the three pull out of you. Your gut feels like a tube sock pulled inside out. Both ends of your digestive system unleash a deluge of sewage.

You lie in your own muck reeling for a moment before a rope of water under brutal pressure assaults you and washes everything off and into the drain.

You run, but the hose follows you to the wall and along it.

Two of the guards grab you and hold your back to the wall so the third can blast the soft of your body. They bend you over, and the water violates both orifices.

After hosing you clean, the guard takes the cruel burlap snake away and returns with a duffle bag which makes a clank as she sets it on the floor.

She brings out cords of rope and fastens metal eyes into the floor on the wall. She holds what looks like a pull up bar between the eyes in the wall and slips a few fasteners to hold it in place.

They rig you into a strappado so your toes lift from the ground.

You scream as tension from your bound ankles and wrists stretch the ligaments of your shoulders.

The strain your body weight puts on your ribs by how your wrists are held up behind your back makes your breaths shallow and miserable.

From between your spread legs, a guard grabs your cock and balls, and strokes you with unlubricated friction between your skin and her rubber gloved hand while delivering firm taps to your nuts with the tips of her free fingers.

You grow erect and as you do, the taps against your balls become slaps and a dull cramp forms in your lower abdomen and your balls feel as though they will burst. Your head explodes with a migraine.

No one took out the ratchet gag, so you drool on your tits and hiss lecherously as the tugs bring you closer to climax.

Just as your cock starts to pulse, the guard ceases her strokes and you feel your urethra open.

Shock and pain illicit a poltergeist screech from your compressed lungs.

The object invades further in and your orgasm dematerializes.

You notice the outlet of your dick span wider as the device invades.

The guard spits on your dick and rubs your glans to revive your erection.

The guard lets go of your cock and it swings up into your hunched view and you see the kind of back pin from old toys protruding from your cock.

The guards haul a device to an area just beyond your peripheral vision, and one of them brings up two wires with alligator clamps on them.

You scream while she clips them on the wings of your sounder.

No charge enters you but you know it will happen and you panic against your bonds in vain.

A hand cranked whirl excites the air and you finally feel the electricity you so feared punch the entire length of your urethra.

The guard resumes stroking your cock, careful not to touch the wings or the clamps while her comrade whirls battery charger's crank.

After an eternal hour of this kind of treatment, the guards take off the alligator clamps and pull out the sounder which leaves the inside of your dick dull and sick. They finally take out the ratchet gag and you close your mouth.

When the ropes come undone, you fall to the ground as limp as a discarded sweater.

The guards pack up the battery charger, the rope, unscrew the eyes and take away the bars.

They tie your hands behind your back and your ankles together and leave locking the cell door behind you which locks with an industrial clang.

You feel an urge to go, and worm your way to the drain before discharge at an attempt at sanitation.

You fail.

In spite of the horrific smell, hunger and thirst still scourge your body. They haven't fed you yet, nor have you had a drink of water since your arrival.

Hours pass, and you manage to scoot yourself up on your butt.

You sit and wait for more torture.

You hear it happen to others.

A guard unlocks a door, and a prisoner begs for mercy.

Then screams in anticipation of imminent pain.

Then screams at a higher pitch from realized pain.

The sounds pull dark clouds over your thoughts and mixes pangs of dread with pangs of hunger in your stomach. You have an emotional break down and stain your knees with tears.

Many hours pass, and a plate slides from the gap under the door.

It's mashed potatoes.

You fling your body to them and eat off the plate with your mouth.

They are cold and crumbly and crusted stale. Worst of all, the stench of the place mingles with the taste, but your are so hungry, only their tendency to clog your gullet slows your devouring them.

What you wouldn't give for a glass of milk!

Hours pass again, and you worry about how long you are to be kept here.

The guards return and give you the same treatment as before, and it feels as though mere minutes intervene before the session after that.

The lights never go out and the dull blue light drills migraines into your head. There is no way to know what time it is, or what day it is, or if you'll ever be let out.

The screams never stop.

There is always someone being tortured.

An eon passes before another plate of mashed potatoes is slid under your door.

You fall asleep, and can't distinguish dreams from reality.

Sometimes the screams wake you up and you are alert, but when you drift off, they mix with nightmares about what you did to wind up in prison.

You bought a shotgun.

You went to the apartment.

You thought,

"My life is over anyway. So what if I spend the rest of it in prison!"

You try to stop yourself.

Your past self turns to you and says,

"What? No! I've already done it! I can't take it back! I can't take it back!"

Your past self is covered in blood, and you look into the room.

Gore filled bed sheets.

A giant black widow crouches in the corner of the bedroom behind a shadow.

It jumps out at you, saying,

"I've got you!"

You wake up.

A guard is tells someone,

"I've got you."

You remember the blue sky in your dream.

Though it was a nightmare, you feel the pain of waking up from a dream where your problems were solved only to find them leering at you in your waking life.

This dream is recurs many nights.

You don't know how many times you've had it.

Sometimes you see the spider in the corner of your cell and it jumps at you scaring you from the cusp of sleep.

You don't know how long its been.

Days at least.

You try to count how many sessions you've had.

Two per day... More than six.... Many more than six! No less than three days.

The door unlocks.

You turn expecting the three brutish guards for a ninth, no tenth time -- and you see Rhonda, Marla, and Kim standing there instead.

Rhonda holds the tube and bag in her hand and says,

"If I let you out of that rope, will you let us administer your penalty fuck without violence?"

You shake your head and say,

"Yes! I have to get out of here! I'll do anything!"

Rhonda smiles and says,

"Kim, get the hose. We need to clean this filthy pig before we get dirty with her.".

The hose flips you about the floor and rinses all of your filth down the drain.

You watch blood go down, and realize you had your period.

You shiver from the ice cold water beaded on your body as Rhonda unties you.

You look at your rope burned wrists and dare not touch the torn skin.

She makes you put your hands on the wall and bend so she can administer the enema.

This time there are not tricks.

She makes you squat over the drain and let out the liquid.

Kim says,

"I get her butt this time."

She lays down on the floor and makes you sit on her cock which fills your rectum.

Marla slips on a purple condom and penetrates your pussy.

Rhonda grabs your head and forces a ring gag in your mouth before she crawls on top of your face, and puts her cock in your mouth.

It feels almost pleasurable compared to the inhumane lengths you took previously.

Rhonda slips her hand into her black latex glove and squeezes gel onto it while Marla and Kim hold you against the wall of the cell.

Rhonda opens the chastity cage.

Your cock stands quick like a water balloon when the faucet is cranked.

Rhonda rubs your cock and balls gently.

She tugs.

Your balls quake.

She squeezes and strokes slow holding you close to climax.

You beg for release.

Rhonda holds your cock against your belly and lifts your balls above your thighs.

Kim and Marla take turns spanking your testicles with their free hands.

You cry out begging for it to stop, but Rhonda says,

"Take it!"

You lose your erection, and Rhonda puts the chastity cage back on.

You cry with defeated sobs.

They take you back to your cell, and you are happy to be there.

You are most glad to see the toilet, and the view of the courtyard reveals itself as a pleasure. The best thing is that when the door shuts, there are no screams.

Chapter 3

You got used to the hard sex.

The guards rotated holes each day, so you could tell what day it was by the color of pubic hair in your face.

Blonde hair twice, then black hair twice, then red hair twice. Six days of nine. You still had no idea how many days you were in the punishment block, or what day of the week you were let out. You made up a new calendar. Six days make a week instead of nine, and a month is eight weeks. A year will still be six months. You yearn for the year's end so you could enter the next phase of punishment, get it over with, and leave this terrible place.

Sometimes one of the guards would bust a nut by mistake.

It was always the one in your ass.

Marla would squeeze your arms and growl as she climaxed.

Kim would whine and pick up the pace of her bucking and let out high pitched squeaks.

Rhonda never came. She always scolded the others saying,

"You still have a butt to fuck in a few minutes! I hope you'll be hard enough to punish her!"

You hated it too. There was no way to get the cum out and you hated them for their privilege.

Rhonda did not make you cum once in spite of how close she got you with her hand.

Sex has consumed your mind.

At night, you thought about your wife.

You thought about the first time you met, which though it was a few years ago, you could recall easily.

She was at a club you frequented called the Cockatoo.

You never had good luck with other women.

The best you could get was a sixty-nine here and there.

Very few let you fuck them and none let you have anal sex, though you understood since you were never fond of sodomy, but you did like a cock to trigger your g-spot.

Most of the pleasure came from the other person's warm and wet hole wrapping the tip of your penis.

You stopped going to the club regularly and only went on eventful nights because the sex was scant and disappointing and the only reason to be there. The alcohol was expensive and they stopped selling food when it got late.

On New Year's Eve, you saw her.

Matilda.

She had big breasts, a perfect ass, and beautiful full lips, but not the duckbill injected kind. Real lips -- full, red and glistening in the strobe-light of the New Year's celebration.

She danced on her own. No one approached her, and when duets came on, she sat at the bar sulking.

You had a few glasses of complimentary champagne, and so had enough courage to walk up to the bar an ask if she wanted a drink.

She looked your body up and down and her face lit up when her eyes met yours.

The first words she said in her soft voice were,

"Sure you can buy me a drink! I'll have a cosmopolitan!"

You don't remember what you ordered for yourself.

She asked what you did and you told her about your shitty job, and she said,

"No, I mean, what do you like to do."

You told her your hobbies.

She said she liked literature, and she began to quote something and you were able to finish it for her, and then you tried to pinch yourself. She was perfect.

The sex was great.

She let you fuck her and her ass bounced off your hips with elastic vigor.

You tugged on her small cock while you fucked, and your balls slapped into hers with each thrust.

When you were ready to cum, she said,

"In my butt!"

You shoved her into the bed and dominated her with sodomy.

It was the best orgasm since the one you stumbled on when you first discovered masturbation.

Then you sucked her off, and her cum tasted sweet.

You thanked her for letting you have her asshole, and she thanked you for sucking the cum out of her.

You said,

"It's the least I could do for such a beauty."

When you woke up the next morning, she was still in your bed.

You got up and made her eggs, and she stayed to eat them.

It was the weekend so you went out with her to a place you liked to hike, and hadn't for some years. You were disappointed that it was paved. The last time you saw the path it was a dirt road.

You made so many memories with her in such a short period, you decided to give her your ring which was studded with diamonds made from the ashes of your parents' cremated bodies.

She said yes and gave you her ring as well.

The day before the marriage, you came down with an illness, and went to the doctor.

She took blood and told you that she'd have the results in a few days.

You got married in front of your friends and families -- scant as they were on both sides, and all interested, but slightly shocked by the abrupt happening of the wedding.

You butt fucked her and she shot her load without touching herself that night.

The day after, you received the results. You had a venereal disease.

That is when you knew.

She was the only one who could have given it to you and it was the kind of disease that only lasted a few days.

She liked to take alone time every so often, and as the wedding approached, the alone time became more frequent.

You could have forgiven that, but it continued after the wedding.

You followed her one day.

Her and another woman -- some blonde whore.

You listened, an heard them fuck.

You learned her schedule. You knew her spot. You had enough to buy a gun.

Now, you are in this cell.

Now, you can only tell night from day by how the sunlight saturates the lights from the other cells and how the cells seem to glow extra bright when the sun is down.

Now, you wait to be fucks and teases. In the interim, lust tortures your brain with vivid fantasies. You imagine your cock the size of the torturers and how Rhonda would sound with it buried in her asshole.

Only grief cools the lust in your mind.

Matilda's last word was just,

"No!"

You can't remember what the whore's last words were.

Every day you wake to enemas, fucks, teases, tormented memories, and tormented dreams before it starts all over the next day.

A month passes from your first day.

The guards give your your morning fuck.

After, Rhonda says,

"It's time for your monthly visit."

You ask,

"Who is it?"

Rhonda says,

"I don't know. All I know is someone put in to visit you. It's that time of the month, so my guess is, it's your fucking lawyer."

You follow her down the stairs and watch her bare round smooth ass shake and pulse with each step.

Your cock throbs against the cage wanting to rape Rhonda and cum in her guts.

She takes you to the tower in the middle of the courtyard and you go up and down the stairs. Sweat coats both of your faces.

At the base of the tower there are a few doors.

She takes you to the prisoner outgoing door and tells the clerk it's a visit.

The clerk gives you an orange jumpsuit to wear, and you put it on before following Rhonda down the hall who has covered her ass with a pair of gray slacks which allude to her perfect powerful rear end.

You see two doors at the end.

One says,

"PRISONER VISITING"

The other says,

"PRISONER RELEASE"

You go through the first door which reveals a hallway of booths.

A clerk looks at your collar and points to a booth.

You sit down.

Behind a glass window, you see your lawyer, Angelica.

She picks up the phone and you pick up yours.

Rhonda says,

"You've got five minutes!"

Angelica says,

"I've seen your file. You punched two guards?"

You say,

"I couldn't just take it. This new penal system is psychotic! They fuck me twice a day in all my holes! That one who took me here edges me after. I haven't cum this whole month, but I've been brought to the edge two times every day here!"

Angelica says,

"That is the nature of the sexual rehab."

You say,

"After I fought, they threw me in a hole where they starved me! Three other guards with huge cocks fucked me and tortured my balls and cock! There was just a drain to shit in! Even in the normal cell, the water is cold all the time! I am normally naked! They just gave me this jumpsuit for the visit!"

Angelica says,

"You relinquish your right to humane treatment when you fight -- especially the guards. I'm shocked they only kept you in there for a week. Normally hitting a guard is a month. Hitting two is two months."

You ask,

"What is the day of the week?"

Angelica tells you it is the first day of the week, and you've been in custody for one month.

You tell her about your chastity cage.

Angelica tells you that's part of the "reforming punishment."

You ask,

"How do I get the hell out of here?"

Angelica asks,

"Have you thought about why you are in here?"

The blood flashes in your mind's eye and say,

"It's all I think about other than sex."

Angelica says,

"Good."

You say,

"What is the test at the end of the year? Can I get out of here then?"

Angelica says,

"You will be released from the cage. If you masturbate, it will go back on and you will start over until you can go a year without jerking off. After that year, all orgasms will be prohibited, even if stimulated by the guards. Each time you cum, your final phase will be advanced three months. Finally, You'll be trained to cum on command, and when this is achieved, you'll be released.

Rhonda says,

"Time's up sixteen o' nine eight!"

You and Angelica say goodbye and hang up the phone.

Rhonda takes you back down the hall form the visitor area and you give back your jumpsuit.

Rhonda says,

"I'll be seeing you again in a few hours!"

You sit and wait.

She returns with Kim and Marla.

You just put your ass in the air to take the enema.

You get on top of Rhonda because it's her turn to get your butt.

Kim cums in your mouth by mistake, and Rhonda scolds her.

You keep track of time and get happy when you correctly guess the day your next visit with Angelica is.

You tell her things are normal. Boring. Humiliating.

A year passes. After your afternoon fuck, Rhonda takes you to the tower. You take your monthly dose of sky for a few seconds before etering the tower.

Rhonda takes you to a different hallway. You go up another flight of stairs which leave you both panting.

You stand before a room called,

"WARDEN."

Rhonda knocks on the door.

An older blonde with brown eyes and a very fit build opens the door.

The office is round and paneled with windows from which you could see the whole prison if Rhonda didn't hold you by the dick to keep you from the view. Pleasant rays of sunlight come through the polarized window panes.

The oak floors give off a musty smell.

At the far end of the room a great bureau sits with intricate carvings.

You can tell she had a little work done.

Her lips puff out a little and her breasts are far too firm for a woman of her age.

She says,

"Is this another one ready for her test?"

Rhonda says yes.

Brandi ushers the two of you into her office and takes out a key and unlocks your cage.

Your cock gets erect.

She says,

"Normally, I'd jerk you off, but you assaulted two of my officers your first day, so I'm just going to edge you."

Brandi spits on her hand and tugs your cock, and within seconds, you get to the edge.

She takes her hand away.

You want to grab your cock and finish yourself off, but you control yourself.

Rhonda takes you back to your cell.

Your erection doesn't go away the whole night, and you find it difficult to pee.

Lust dominates every thought at all times.

You find your hand grab your freed cock without thought.

The temptation tortures you.

In the morning, the three guards come in on schedule to fuck you.

Kim puts her cock in your ass, Rhonda makes you suck her cock, and Marla puts on a condom to fuck your pussy.

Kim's cock presses against your prostate, and Marla's rubs your g-spot.

The bondage by human limbs and asphyxiation by Rhonda's dick makes the orgasm inevitable.

You think about what Brandi said, but you cum.

The level of pleasure torments you. Every muscles quakes and you choke on your own saliva as Rhonda continues to push her cock in and out of your throat.

Your brain feels as though a firework actually went off in your skull.

There are no more words.

There is only an unbearable climax, and you feel long bolts of cum shoot through your urethra almost feeling like pee from the quantity.

Your load hits your tits.

By the punishment's end, you are ready to bust a second tim, but the women eject themselves from your body before you can.

They see your cum and Rhonda says,

"Did you cum without my permission?"

You say nothing.

She picks you up to your feet and the others hold your arms. Rhonda presses her knee into your scrotum and then jolts it up.

You cry out.

You never lose your erection, and Rhonda edges you.

When they leave you, you fall to your hands and knees, cock throbbing.

You dare not stroke yourself.

But the temptation is so powerful, you scream in pain to resist it.

Your erection dies down for the first time in a while, and though the evening session brings you close, you don't cum, and Rhonda spares your balls her knee.

The next day, it takes you twenty minutes into the first session for you to cum, and the loads are smaller.

The next day, you cum just as the women take their cocks out of you. It is torture to not save the orgasm with your hand, and the guards stand around and laugh like school girls.

Day after day, you cum.

Rhonda knees your balls sometimes. Other times she squeezes them. Others she spanks or flicks them.

You complain about this each meeting you have with Angelica, but she says it is normal prison policy and warns you to stop cumming. She says,

"Remember, every time you cum after the end of this year, your final phase will be moved up by three months, and you'll have to start again until you can go a year without cumming."

You say,

""That's not fair. They control my body."

She says,

"You control your body."

The year ends.

There is no meeting with Brandi. Rhonda informs you that the new phase begins.

You take your penalty..

You focus on stifling the erection. You breath between strokes in your throat, taking a breath before Kim dips down again and then out when she comes up.

Your cock gets hard.

You focus on the three months of torture you will endure if you cum.

Your balls quake and you grow frustrated as the session lasts.

You get close.

You have no idea how much time is left.

You feel the first pangs of climax.

Finally, they pull out.

Rhonda releases you and you run to the sink to put cold water on your dick before it explodes.

Rhonda says,

"Look! She had to take a cold shower!"

Rhonda grabs you by your collar and lays you on the mattress saying,

"We've got edging to do!"

Rhonda spits on you cock but does not put on her glove.

Instead, she licks her lips and wraps them around your glans.

You hold your head as Rhonda's wet warm lips slide down your cock, down to the base.

She massages your balls with one hand and puts the other inside your pussy to finger your g-spot.

You beg her to stop, but she sucks harder and strokes your cock with her tongue.

She gets it all the way in and holds it there and licks your balls.

You can't help but look down at her.

Rhonda's eyes go red and tear up from the lack of oxygen.

You say,

"Please stop! This isn't fair!"

Rhonda chokes herself even more on you before coming up for air.

Her lips glide against your cock, and she suckles your tip.

You feel the cum quell inside your balls.

It's about to happen.

She removes her lips and tugs you over the edge, milking bolts of cum from you.

She says,

"See you in a few hours! I bet we'll tack on another nine months just in that session!"

You spend the time in tears.

When the three enter for the end of day fuck, all three of them go their hardest.

Rhonda spits on your cock and strokes you the entire time.

The fact you've cum before helps your stamina during the normal fuck.

You don't cum by the time the fuck ends.

Rhonda seats her asshole over your tip and lets her body slide down on your cock.

You cry as your balls fill with cum again.

She rocks her hips back and forth.

You've desired this the entire time you've been here, and you cum after only a few minutes.

Rhonda keeps going, and you get hard inside her and get close.

She stops.

Your cock jumps and another spurt of cum drools out.

Rhonda kicks your balls and you turn away holding them.

She says,

"You didn't have permission! I felt you cum in my asshole! She gets on you and takes your balls in her hand and whips her fingers across them.

You beg her to stop.

She laughs at you and continues for a while.

She mocks you as you and leaves, walking away with three months of your life in her rectum. Another three months pool around your navel.

Chapter 4

You have added seven years of prison by the time you meet Angelica.

She picks up the phone and you say what you have rehearsed.

"Officer Rhonda is using her asshole to make me cum. They've added seven years to my ordeal! This has to be illegal!"

Angelica says,

"Look, I don't like this either. Sentences should be definite things, not variable, but the sad truth is that it's the law, and frankly, double homicide would've gotten you forty years in the past. Sometimes when we try to go somewhere else, we can distract our bodies from what we are experiencing. Think about the worst thing in your life and it might take away your urge to cum."

Rhonda ends the call before you say goodbye.

You wait again for the end of the day. You were able to keep yourself limp during the morning before your meeting with Angelica, but you have been aroused ever since. Even during the visit you couldn't stop your thoughts about fucking Angelica.

You take the afternoon fuck.

It ends with no incident.

Rhonda spits on your cock and sucks it with her asshole.

You think about killing Matilda.

Your stomach churns, and you lose your erection.

Rhonda humps faster and says,

"Come on! Just give in! You've already tacked on seven years! You'll never get out of this place! Did you know you are the only bitch I let fuck my ass? You can have this every day for the rest of my career!"

Her body temperature is familiar to you.

You get hard.

You think about that day.

Rhonda thrists up and down.

You think about that day.

Rhonda puts her fingers in your pussy.

You think about that day.

Ten minutes pass, and Rhonda fails to make you cum in her ass.

She gets up and your cock is still erect and your balls are still full.

Rhonda says,

"I see you've grown a bit used to me."

She stands and thinks. Then she smiles and says,

"Tomorrow, we're going to play a little game!"

She leaves.

A sense of accomplishment tries to work its way in you, but all you feel is guilt for Matilda. You even remember the whore's eyes, and you don't feel hate for her. You feel pain.

You also worry what Rhonda meant.

You think,

"What did she mean by game?"

The next morning, you notice Rhonda brought a cattle prod.

The sight of it sends a torrent of dread into your gut as you wonder what it's been brought for.

No one explains it to you.

After the fuck, Rhonda crawls on the mat on her hands and knees and says,

"You're going to butt fuck me hard and fast, or Kim is going to zap your ass!"

You are horrified.

Marla spits on your cock and Rhonda's asshole.

Kim presents the prod so you insert yourself inside Rhonda.

You thrust lightly. The sensation is so much better with your hips in charge instead of hers.

Kim presses the nodes of the prod into your ass cheek and says,

"If you don't fuck faster, then I will pull the trigger."

You fuck Rhonda who moans and cries out as she takes your cock.

In a mocking tone she says,

"OW! You're hurting me! You're so big!"

Kim says,

"Fuck her harder! Punish her for all the years she's taken from your life!"

You fuck harder and you feel your balls fill with cum and you stop.

Kim pulls the trigger, and it feels as though your ass has been punched.

You take the pain for a few seconds before crying out for mercy and resuming your pace and intensity.

Rhonda groans from genuine pain.

You feel your balls fill further and your cock twitches, so you think about the blood and gore and the remorse and everything.

Your cock shrinks a little.

Rhonda feels this and says,

"Kim! She's getting soft! Give her a hit!"

Kim zaps your right ass cheek, but you keep getting softer.

She pulls the prod away, and Rhonda says,

"Don't stop Kim! The bitch is still going flat!"

You cry out as Kim strokes your leg from ass to knee with the prod.

Rhonda says,

"You will cum for us, or we'll make the time you've accumulated already, a living hell you fucking murderer!"

The time goes off and you run to the corner saying,

"It's over! You have to stop!"

Rhonda says,

"I'll be back in a few hours. You will cum today!"

You lay down in your cell and cry.

A little later, the Warden comes to your cell.

She says,

"Prisoner sixteen o' nine six! Come with me."

The door opens and you follow Brandi.

You climb up and down the stairwell of the tower and ask her why it was built like that.

She tells you it is to make escape harder.

You go down to the elevator.

The smell hits your nostrils and you panic realizing Brandi has taken you to the torture dungeon.

You say,

"I did nothing wrong! Why would you take me here!"

Brandi says,

"You are not being punished."

You follow her down the hall and enter a room where you see three asses bent over.

It's Rhonda, Kim, and Marla.

Brandi picks up a paddle.

She says,

"As much as I hate murderers, I am a woman of honor when it comes to games. These bitches cheated. I want you to watch me punish them."

Marla says,

"I had nothing to do with it! It was Kim!"

Kim says,

"It was Rhonda's idea!"

Rhonda scoffs at her cowardly comrades and says,

"They are right ma'am. I will take the beating for them."

Brandi says,

"No. You will hear them take the beating first."

Brandi starts with Marla who begs for mercy.

She pulls her body back, and swung with her hips, shoulders, and elbow to deliver the strike which burst through the air when the oak wood cricket bat made thunderous contact with Marla's pale buttocks.

The redhead lets out a cry.

Brandi cocks her body back like a ballerina, and swings again.

She does this eight more times before walking towards Kim, leaving Marla sobbing.

Kim breathes heavy stress stuttered breaths as her boss approaches with the instrument of her penalty.

You watch Brandi fasten a rubber lasso around Kim's scrotum. Its thong is attached to a butt plug without a flared bottom.

Brandi pushes the butt plug in Kim's ass, and the device lifts her balls in line with her butt.

Brandi takes up the paddle and bashes it into Kim's ass -- and balls.

Kim screams with all attempts to keep a front of strong dignity abandoned.

She gets twenty in all, and Brandi leaves Kim babbling, "My balls! My balls!"

Rhonda is in a full stress induced sweat by the time Brandi makes it to her.

Brandi takes away the device from Kim and fastens it to Rhonda.

You watch her pick up a few steel wafers with a convex side and a screw on the other side and Brandi screws them into some circular depressions in the cricket bat.

She positions the bat so the metal studs face Rhonda's flesh, and she cocks herself back and whacks her.

Rhonda lets out a deep groan and huffs as though lifting a great boulder.

Brandi lays down another strike, and then another.

Fifty strokes.

Rhonda cries in the manner of a teething child, face red, blonde hair stuck to her sweat drenched forehead, tears drip from her chin, and her open mouth bellowing cries.

Brandi says,

"You see prisoner, we have rules of our own, and I will maintain our moral superiority over your kind. I promise you, no one will bring a cattle prod into your cell again, nor will they compel your orgasm with anything but pleasure."

She takes you back to your cell in a wordless hike.

For several months, Rhonda tried all she could to make you cum. She convinced Kim and Marla to use their asses and mouths.

You find it hard to celebrate on the first day your sentence decreases. Years are yet to be suffered.

Grief, guilt, shame, and regret all poison any pang of joy you can ever feel.

You go back to the fucking.

You don't cum.

It's been a year.

It's been two years.

It's been three years.

The guards stopped using her butts and mouths.

They didn't like giving you their holes just to get nothing out of you so Rhonda went back to a latex gloved hand to try and squeeze the semen out of you.

You grew numb and limp to her.

You felt no more pleasure.

The fucking stopped hurting years ago.

The final day came.

After not cumming that morning, Rhonda takes you into Brandi's office.

Brandi says,

"I see you've made it to the final challenge."

You don't say anything.

She says,

"You will cum on command. You will learn to control whatever you are doing to suppress your arousal, and bring yourself over the edge without any stimulation except by my command. If you can achieve this by the end of this year, you will be released."

Brandi motions for Rhonda to go.

Rhonda shuts the door behind her.

Brandi stands up and takes off her blazer and unbuttons her white dress shirt revealing an intricate black lace bra. She unzips her formal black skirt, and lets it drop to the floor, and she sheds the shirt.

Brandi stands before you in her black heels, black fishnet stockings, connected to a garter belt that wraps just under her navel.

You see she wears briefs which bulge with her cock and balls.

She peels them down, revealing her penis and a thong which cups her balls.

Her cock is uncircumcised.

It pulses to life standing straight up in line with her solar plexus.

She says,

"Suck."

You get on your knees and wrap your lips around her cock.

You notice it tastes fragrant unlike the guards.

You gag on the full length, but can even manage to touch her scrotum with the tip of your tongue.

You choke, and look up at Brandi who looks down on you with a stoic expression.

You pull away for air, but give her a proper blow job, bobbing and choking.

Her cock stays hard and her face stays unmoved.

You try choking yourself again. You look up at her as tears well up and spill out of your eyes.

She does and says nothing. She just looks down on you.

She takes her cock out of your throat and lays down on a couch propped against the wall.

Brandi says,

"Get my dick in your ass and follow my instructions."

As you mount, Brandi says,

"Reverse cowgirl."

You get on the couch and take hold of Brandi's dick, and let it spear your ass.

You grunt because you haven't had a cock this big since the punishment block, and you feel your rectum and colon straighten out as Brandi's dick fills you.

Brandi says,

"Your ass is going to suck my dick. Grab my cock as though you have to go to the bathroom and are trying to hold it."

You squeeze your sphincter around her base.

Brandi says,

"Now pull all the way up until you feel only my tip -- and keep squeezing."

You press against Brandi's shins and pull up, squeezing her shaft with your sphincter the whole way until you feel almost empty and pulled out like a sock.

Brandie says,

"Now, push like you've reached the toilet and drop back down into my lap -- it should hurt."

You push, and impale yourself on Brandi's cock.

Your ass impacts her hips with a smack, and you cry as the cock almost knocks the wind from you as it pushes your colon into your diaphragm..

Brandi says,

"Good. Do it again, but faster."

You do, and eventually you fuck yourself with deep long strokes.

You can hear the friction between your insides and her skin.

After a while, she says,

"Get off."

You obey and see her cock is not throbbing, but still hard.

Brandi gets off the couch, and pulls down her thong, and leans on her hands so she bends a little.

She says,

"Eat my ass and finger my pussy."

You crawl over to her full buttocks and shove your face into its cleft and reach her hole with your tongue.

You slip your fingers into her pussy and look for her g-spot.

You find it.

As you do this, she tugs herself and you hear her stoic character break with a little moan.

This goes on for a few minutes before Brandi turns around, and ejaculates on your face.

She says,

"The only one who can get me off is me. When was the last time you touched yourself?"

You think and realize you haven't since the van all those years ago.

Brandi says,

"It's been about nine years hasn't it?"

You realize that it has.

Brandi says,

"Spit in your hand and stroke yourself hard."

You spit and when you squeeze your cock, it hardens.

Brandi says,

"Stop."

You do.

For the first time in years, you feel desperate to cum.

Brandi takes hold of your nape and guides you to your feet and says,

"Spread your legs shoulder width."

You do.

She walks around her desk and opens the a drawer and produces a riding crop from it.

She goes behind you and puts her left hand on your shoulder and taps it with her index finger.

She rubs your balls with the leather flapper and says,

"Do you feel my taps?"

You say yes.

She says,

"You will stroke every time I tap your shoulder -- now."

You stroke your cock to the rhythm of Brandi's taps.

One -- one -- one -- one...

Brandi presses the flapper into your balls just enough to remind you of it.

She says,

"If you miss a stroke, I'll swat those balls. If you give yourself an extra stroke, I'll swat those balls. If you cum without my command, then I will add another three months to your sentence. If you don't cum, then I'll beat your balls until you do. Do you understand the game?"

You say yes.

Your heart flutters.

Brandi says,

"One more thing. If you get out of position or try to get away, I'll throw you in the hole for three months."

You focus on Brandi's finger.

You stroke up when you feel it leave, and down when you feel it strike.

One -- one -- one -- one...

You know she will change the beat without warning.

She does. A rest.

You stroke,

First you feel the flapper's absence, and then it strikes you.

You cry out and want to run from Brandi as your lower abdomen cramps and you feel the pain signal drag through your spine and explode in your head leaving it feeling as though your skull had cracked like glass exposed to the high pitch of an opera singer.

Through the pain, you remember the threat of three months in the hole and stay put.

Brandi resumes tapping, but faster.

One -- two -- one -- two -- one -- two...

You stroke to the beat for a while then Brandi changes the beat.

One -- two -- three -- one -- two -- three...

You feel your balls fill with cum.

She stops.

You don't stroke.

Brandi rubs your balls with the crop as though to congratulate you.

The break lasts a few seconds and then Brandi taps slow.

One -- rest -- one -- rest -- one...

You edge.

You loosen your grip to keep yourself from cumming.

Brandi says,

"Squeeze it!"

She swats your balls again.

You grab and say,

"Please! I'm so close! It's no fair if you make me cum!"

Brandi smiles and says,

"I am keeping the tempo slow. If you bust your nut, it's your fault."

You concentrate on holding back.

You think about the murder.

You go soft.

Brandi says,

"Get back up!"

She smacks your balls over and over she even grabs them so they bulge against your scrotum for better strikes.

You drive away the murder from your mind and resume stroking.

You plead saying,

"Mistress! I can't get hard in this much pain!"

Brandi stops hitting you and grabs you by the nape and pulls you to a chest under the window behind the bureau.

She opens it and forces you inside.

You have to curl up in the fetal position to fit.

She slams the door on you and locks it.

You try to bang on it and say,

"Let me out!"

Brandi kicks the chest and threatens to put you in the penalty block if you don't shut up.

She says,

"If you ever go limp again, you'll be really sorry! For now, you get a time out -- for the rest of my day and until I come back tomorrow!"

You weep.

Brandi orders you to be quiet.

For a time the only sound is the clack of keys from her typing. You feel a breeze against your spine. There are air holes in the chest.

You hear the office door open.

Some guard says,

"Hell block is ready."

Brandi says,

"Good. Send the less cooperative prisoners there and check in on them in six months."

The guard says,

"Yes ma'am!"

You wonder what horrible things could be in hell block and hope you aren't going there.

A few hours later a guard comes in and you hear a prisoner is there as well.

The guard says,

"It's time for this one's interview!"

You hear Brandi say,

"Now, be a good girl this time and don't jerk off!"

You hear the click of the chastity cage.

The prisoner asks,

"Mistress... Please... Last time you..."

Brandi says,

"Not this time. Bad girls don't get tugged."

The prisoner began to weep.

The guard says,

"Let's get you back to butt block! I've still gotta give you your noon punishment!"

A few hours pass and Brandi says,

"Well! My work here is done for the day! See you in the morning limp dick!"

You hear the door shut, and feel the lack of presence.

You are alone in the dark for the first time in nine years.

Chapter 5

You wake up from the first good night's rest you've had in a while, though you can feel your muscles cramp from the constrained position you've spent who knows how many hours.

The office door squeals open, and you hear the clack of Brandi's steps clack louder and louder as she approaches the chest.

You hear the lock click and then light and fresh air assault your senses.

She says,

"Get out."

You pull and push yourself up as your muscles feel like stone when you stretch them and step out of the chest.

Brandi takes you by the nape with one hand and brings you to your knees, an shoves your head into the floor.

She says,

"Reach your hands out, and keep your ass up."

You do and look like some servant from the ancient world.

Brandi says,

"This is position two. When you want something, you get in this position and wait for me to acknowledge you.

"When I say, "What is it?" You say, "Mistress, may this slave have..."

Brandi toes your pussy and scrotum and says,

"Then I ask if you are willing to suffer for it. You say yes. I say something specific, and you get in position for the torture and take it until I am satisfied -- then you get what you want."

Brandi pulls your nape and forces you to a kneel and says,

"Put your hands behind your head and pull your elbows back."

You do so and she taps your knees with her boot and you pull your legs apart.

"This is position one. When you hear me approach the door, you will get yourself in this position."

She looks at your genitals and says,

"Get hard."

You stroke your cock with your hand and Brandi says,

"Slut! Get your hand back in position! Get hard without touching!"

You put your hand back, and blood flows into your cock.

Brandi grazes your scrotum with the lases of her boot and says,

"You are being so disobedient. I think a little punishment is in order."

She tells you to look at her.

You do.

"My eyes!" She says.

You look into her angry brown eyes, and then you feel her tap your balls with her boot toe in a one -- one -- one tempo.

You cramp and feel a skull shattering migraine.

You keep eye contact and your position, but let out a cry.

Brandi says,

"This doesn't stop until that cock is rock hard."

You plead for mercy, and she says,

"That's up to you. It ends when you make it."

"Ow!" You cry.

She stops.

You look down and see you have an erection.

Brandi says,

"Now, keep that thing hard until I let you cum."

Brandi walks close to you so your face is inches away from her skirt.

She pulls it up revealing she is only wearing the ball cupping thong and her penis hangs limp over her supported scrotum.

Brandi says,

"Now get me hard with your mouth."

You grab her flaccid penis with your lips as though it were an ice cream and work your tongue around it.

She grows until her cock is hard and fills your mouth, and it fits in the back of your throat.

Brandi pulls her cock away and says,

"Spit in your left hand and rub your cock with it 'till it's wet."

You do.

Brandi positions her cock to the right of your face and you see it in your periphery.

She gently slaps your cheek and says,

"Every time I hit your head like that, you stroke."

You play the same game from the night before except Brandi beats you about the face with her cock when she makes you tug triple time.

She says,

"Tell me when you're at the edge."

You say in whips of breath,

"I'm at the edge now."

She says,

"Just as you are over the edge, take your hand away and put it back behind your head -- don't cum until I say."

You beat until feel the first contraction of orgasm and stop.

The urge to hump or stroke tortures you as the disappointing climax takes your body.

Brandi says,

"Hold!"

You scream from the agony.

Brandi says,

"Hold!"

You look at her to convey that you can't as you feel the signal from your brain to contract the pelvic muscles drag down your spine.

Brandi says,

"Hold!"

Your cock twitches. It won't be long.

Brandi says,

"Cum!"

You let out a load which shoots across the room.

Your body shakes and your muscles shiver.

You let out shivering moans.

Your hips convulse as your cock wags and pulses in the air.

The orgasm lasts a full minute and by the end you want to slump over but dare not.

Brandi says,

"Go clean up your mess -- with your tongue."

The order disgusts you but you fear Brandi, so with tears in your eyes, and still high from the orgasm, you crawl up to the streaks of cum darkening the office floor.

Your semen tastes like salty snot mixed with the taste of cut wood from the dust of the floor.

There is so much of it, your stomach can tell a substantial amount of something has entered it.

You weep as the high goes away, and the gravity of the degrading act presses on you.

Brandi cuts your breakdown short by saying,

"Get over to my ass!"

You cry into her big firm white butt cheeks as you lick her butt which leaves a numbing tang on your tongue.

Brandi makes you take her semen in your mouth. It fills your mouth.

She orders you to swallow it.

You gulp it down in one horrible shot like a spoiled oyster shooter.

Brandi bounces your balls with her boot toe and says,

"Get hard again! I've got a game for you."

Your cock grows hard again with an amazing immediacy.

Brandi opens her phone and dials someone and holds it to her ear, waiting for someone to answer.

She says,

"Bring in the new girl."

You two sit in silence for a while.

You focus on staying erect to avoid being put in the chest this early in the day.

Brandi takes out some files and ignores you.

You hear the tromp of boots and an officer opens the door and pulls by the arm a young girl with a terrified expression.

Brandi says,

"This one just aged out of the juvenile unit."

She takes the girl by her nape and strokes her youthful puffed lips and says,

"Officer, has she taken dick yet?"

The guard says,

"She will."

Brandi dismisses the guard who shuts the door behind her.

The girl says,

"Please! I was convicted as a minor! They said I'd be spared this!"

Brandi says,

"That's only during your time as a minor. Now you are an adult in the eyes of the law. Tell me, is today your birthday?"

The girl says,

"It was yesterday."

Tears well in her eyes.

Brandi smiles and asks,

"Which block are you in again?"

The girl says,

"D."

Brandi says,

"That's dick block. Sixteen o' nine eight here is from there. She's been in for nine years now."

The girl says,

"But I've already spent two years in juvie!"

Brandi says,

"Now you see what the final stages of your incarceration here will be like -- if you have the will to make it as far as sixteen o' nine eight."

Brandi looks at a file and says,

"Oh, you killed six people by purposefully driving your car into another."

Brandi turns to you and says,

"That means this little thing's gonna get fucked six times a day! Three times by day shift. Three times by swing shift."

You ask,

"Triple penetration?"

Brandi says,

"That's why they call it dick block."

You look at the girl whose terrified blue eyes look to you for comfort, but you can't communicate any. You think,

"Six times! That little thing? Those brutes!"

Brandi says,

"Sixteen o' nine eight, give the poor girl a welcome present. Get her hard."

You crawl to her and she avoids you, but Brandi shouts at her and says,

"Put your hands behind your head and stand straight!"

Brandi walks up to the girl and takes her by the chin and says,

"Look at me while she sucks you."

You get to her penis. It's small. You spit on it and suck her cock like its a pacifier. It only grows a little, but you can tell she is hard.

Brandi looks down at your work and laughs at the girl's small size.

She says to you,

"She's even littler than you!"

Brandi reaches into her drawer and takes out a deck of playing cards and says,

"The rules are simple. You get a card. It's suit tells you what to do to the other player and its number is how many minutes you have to make her cum. A page means you have to make the other player cum twice in fifteen minutes, a dame is thrice in twenty, and a queen is four times in twenty-five. Do you bitches understand?"

Neither of you answer.

Brandi drops a die at your knees. It shows a four.

She drops another at the girl's knees. It shows a five.

Brandi says,

"Winner picks who draws first."

The girl asks,

"Does the one who draws have to give or get... dick?"

Brandi says,

"She gets."

The girl nods to you and says,

"You draw."

You draw a ten of butts.

Brandi asks you,

"What do you think that means?"

You say nothing.

Brandi says,

"Good! Make her cum in your ass before this alarm goes off, and she'll get punished instead of you."

Brandi lays the girl on the couch and you get in position to fuck her.

Brandi holds the stop watch in your face and says,

"Go!"

She clicks the watch, and you take the girl's little dick between your fingers and feel a little poke beyond your sphincter.

You hump up and down, and the girl squirms under your butt.

She says,

"I can't take ten minutes of this!"

She moans and cries.

It's not long before you feel her shoot her load inside you.

The girl pants as pleasure enraptures her.

You keep humping so she can enjoy herself fully.

Brandi shuffles the cards and says,

"Now little loser, take a card to tell me your punishment."

The girl looks away from the cards as she takes one between her fingers.

Brandi snatches it and looks it over and then turns it.

The symbol on the card is of genitals.

The face is of a queen.

Brandi says,

"You've drawn the worst card. Forty strokes to the balls."

The girl's eyes flash with horror and she squirms under you.

You get up.

She tries to run away, but the door won't open.

The girl screams,

"Let me out! She's insane!"

Brandi takes the girl to the couch and bends her over, and then mount's her back.

Brandi reaches forward and grabs the girl's balls, and pulls them in between her buttocks, and strokes them with the flapper of her crop.

She comes down on the girl with it and the girl screams saying,

"I can't take anymore!"

Brandi laughs and says,

"That's only the first one!"

The girl screams louder when Brandi hits her a second time.

Brandi says to you,

"Fetch a ball gag in my drawer. This one's a little too much for my ears."

You open Brandi's drawer and see an assortment of toys ranging from dildos and butt plugs to cuffs and gags.

You take the ball gag out.

The girl protests as you bring the gag to her face.

Brandi hits her again, and she screams.

You take the opportunity to put the gag in her mouth, and fasten it tight so it's behind her teeth.

Her scream on the fourth strike is still loud, but the red rubber ball does take the ear piercing pitch away.

Brandi hits the girl and waits for her scream to lose force before striking again.

The spectacle lasts a horrible amount of time.

The girl sobs are exhausted by the time it ends.

Brandi gets off her after the fortieth smack and drags the girl down to her knees.

She looks at you and says,

"Now it's your turn to draw."

You pick a card.

It's the three of genitals.

You let out a relieved sigh and lay down on the couch.

The girl faces you and straddles your dick.

She holds her balls and when Brandi signals her to fuck, she does slow and cautious humps to spare her nuts from smacking your crotch.

Her tight pussy squeezes you and you notice her cervix only a few inches in and think,

"How is she going to survive a seven inch or eight inch if she can't take my dick?"

The girl cries the whole time, and though you remain hard, the alarm goes off, and you are nowhere near ejaculation.

Brandi says,

"Looks like sixteen o' nine eight wins again! Pick a card little girl!"

The girl whines through her gag and snatches a card from Brandi and looks at it.

It shows a bust of a woman rubbing her breasts together.

It's a page.

Brandi says,

"Twenty to the tits!"

She goes to a wardrobe to the right of her desk and opens it revealing lashes and paddles. She takes out a whip.

You have to hold the girl on your lap and lock your arms around hers so they remain behind her back.

Brandi swishes her whip and cracks it against the girl's petite breasts.

She squeals and pulls against you, but you squeeze her arms tighter so she can't escape.

You turn your head to avoid the whip and the girl's shrieks.

Twenty long strokes, and the girl is spent, wailing with a grief which has the depth of an some abyssal ocean.

Brandi calls a guard to escort the girl back to her cell.

Brandi makes you a personal plaything the rest of the night. She edges you and make you edge yourself. She orders you to hold orgasms in when you are beyond the threshold. The fear of another three months in this limbo prods you to obey, and somehow, even against the most primal and automatic functions of your body, you find that control and hold back until ordered.

It isn't until the evening, around six, when Brandi finishes up with you. It's your tenth orgasm, and your balls feel like acid has dissolved them to raisins.

You sit on your bruised knees as your cock surges, but not ejaculate comes. You haven't been ordered yet. Stress makes it impossible for you to track the time since Brandi's hand brought you all the way and the current moment of torturous discipline.

Finally, the salvific word,

"Cum!" Brandi orders.

Your cock throbs, but nothing comes out, and every contraction feels like a kick in the balls.

Brandi calls a swing shift guard to bring you back to your cell.

You lay on your foam which is old now. They changed it a few times past, and it was that time again for sweat and tears dyed the foam with a dark silhouette of your body.

The next morning, the guards fuck you.

Rhonda edges you.

You stay hard the entire time.

She gives you the order.

You ejaculate.

You stay hard and Rhonda gives you the order again, and with strained contractions, you ejaculated again.

She orders you again and again and again until you cum dry.

Every day you suffer the routine.

Fuck. Edge. Milk.

A year passes.

Rhonda takes you to the hall and you go through the door which says, prisoner release.

It's over.