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|10-14-2010, 07:00 PM||#1|
Join Date: Oct 2010
Forced To Be Female Part 3
Part 3 During those days other inmates constantly made fun of me, spit on me, groped me and told me that soon everyone will be getting some of that pussy. I was asked if I liked it, has Mike split you in two. Donít you want some white cock or is dark meat all you enjoy? It was constant and the only time I could get away from it is when I was alone. I was always scared, scared of what Mike may do, scared that someone will find me alone and rape me and scared that this would never end.
After those 3 days Mike decided I was healed enough to fuck. He came down to my bed after lights were out and had me dance for him. When my ass was facing him he started to pull my panties down. He lubed himself and finger lubed my ass. It hurt with just his finger, I hated to think he was going to stick his cock back in me. He spoke to me gently and told me we were going to take it real easy. He said that he wanted me to enjoy it. I thought to myself that I could never enjoy this, but I didnít tell him. He lowered me on to his cock slowly, he told me to make soft moans, so I did. As it pushed against my asshole, I reactively tightened and he told me to be easy, if I am tight it will hurt. Try to loosen up for me. I tried and it worked somewhat, it went in slowly and didnít hurt as much.
He held my hips and made me get into a rhythm. He kissed the back of my neck and rubbed my bare legs. I could tell he was getting ready to get off, because he picked the rhythm up. Finally he stiffened and shot his load inside me. It felt like he had gotten off a lot, because it felt hot when he got off. I was so grateful it was going to be over. When he finally pulled me off him, I was facing away from him and he punched me in the kidney. I doubled over in pain. He started to ask me something about the mustard bottle. He asked me if I had used it. I had actually forgot about the mustard bottle (for douching) and I said no. He grabbed me by my hair and put something sharp against my throat. I couldnít see what it was but I was scared. He told me to get on my knees and I did it immediately. I could tell he was really mad. He said look at my dick, I looked at it and it was flaccid by now, but if had shit on the head and mixed with cum and grease. It was gross. I told him I was sorry and that I would use the mustard bottle from now on. He still had a hold of my hair and he told me to clean it. I started to look around for something to clean it with, and he pushed my head closer to his dick. I said Mike, I canít do that. Please donít make me do that. He said clean it, and pushed me closer. Mike, please no Mike, I said. He told me to open my mouth and put the sharp object next to my ear. I opened my mouth and put his whole dick in. I closed my mouth with my lips and drew back to bring the mess into my mouth. When I pulled off his dick he grabbed a wash cloth and made me clean what was left off. I still had this mess in my mouth and wanted dearly to spit it in the toilet. He held my head with one hand and put the sharp object next to my eye. He said that there was cum in my mouth with that shit and we donít waste cum. Swallow it. I couldnít say anything, I shook my head and he said again swallow it. You donít need this eye to be my bitch, so swallow it or lose the eye. I swallowed it and started gagging he then let me go so I would not gag on him. I puked in the toilet and when I went to the sink to wash my mouth he grabbed my hair and threw me on the bed. He said I think I want you to learn a lesson from this, so lay there with that taste in your mouth until I decide you can wash. If you puke, you will clean that up to, so I wouldnít puke. I laid there trying not to taste the inside of my mouth. I could feel it in my teeth, stuck in my throat, and all over my tongue. I didnít move anything in my mouth. Saliva started to form in my mouth and I had nothing I could do with it except to swallow it. Finally after what seemed a lifetime, he let me wash my mouth. This took a very long time. I couldnít get rid of the taste.
The next morning while I was making Mikeís bed, he told me that I need a new name. My new name will be Society. If anyone other than a guard calls me by anything but Society, I need to ignore them. Everyone needs to learn your new name. He also told me to see one of the queens and ask how to use the bottle, if what happened last night ever happens again, I would be eating shit for a week. Another thing he said, training starts tonight. I asked him what he meant and he said he didnít want to ruin my surprise.
After supper I rushed back to our cell and used the mustard bottle to douche with. I needed to make sure I was clean. I didnít want to go through a repeat of the night before. I finished just before Mike came back for evening count. After count Mikes 3 closest friends came to our room and I served coffee and a pack of cookies. He made me dance for everyone. They were grabbing me, pinching my nipples and pulling my hair. Two of the guys left the room and stood outside the door talking. Mike told me it was time to train. The other guy pulled my briefs down and pulled his cock out. Mike pulled his cock out and told me to get on all fours. He got on his knees and grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth on his cock. The other guy was lubing my ass with his finger, I felt his cock push slightly against my asshole, just before he slammed it into me. I wanted to scream but Mike just pushed his cock deeper in my mouth. The guy was fucking me hard and tears was coming down my face mixed with makeup when I was abruptly pulled off Mikes cock and the guy pulled out of me to shove his now ejaculating cock in my mouth. Mike took the other guys spot in my ass. My asshole was burning and the pain was shooting into my stomach when the first guy finished buckled his pants and left the cell. Another guy came in and pushed his cock in my mouth. Again I was pulled off the guy I was giving head only to have Mike push his cock in my mouth. He blew his load all over the back of my throat and on my tongue, when I felt the next guy enter me from behind. Mike didnít leave the room he watched as the next two fuck me and shot cum in my mouth. When they were done, I went to the shower room. Twelve shower heads in a single room. I was showering and crying when this big black guy came over to me and told me that he had heard that I had some training tonight. He said that I would need that training for when it came time to take his cock and he grabbed my hair and made me look at his cock. It was huge, it was huge while it was soft. He let me go and I finished quickly and went back to the cell.
It wasnít bad enough to have used me like they did, but they made a point to make fun of me. They asked me how they tasted, who came the most, which dick hurt the most and if I could taste my ass on their cocks. Mike told me that it was a good thing I used the mustard bottle. I would have been licking up quite a mess if I didnít. I went to my bunk and didnít say anything. Finally after they left and lights went out, Mike sat on my bed and asked me if I felt sexy. He said that all of his homeboys want to fuck me and they think I am sexy. I lied and said that I did feel sexy knowing everyone wanted to fuck me. He made me give him a massage and when I was done he started stroking his cock. He told me to bend over so he could see my ass, pose for me he said. I did and swayed my hips for him. Surprisingly he got off quickly, but when he did he made me lick the cum off his hands and fingers. He said remember cum is yours, none ever goes to waste. I knew you would be a good bitch he said. I think I will keep you.
The training went on for two weeks or about that. Every night 3 or 4 guys fucked me, rarely the same ones. They started playing games and instead of cumming in my mouth they would shoot it on the floor or on the toilet seat or on their own feet and make me lick it up while they laughed. It was explained to me that they couldnít get off inside if someone else was going to use my pussy. It wouldnít be right.
After the training was over, I was told that it was time to make some money. Society is going to make some money he said. I was to go to my room after count and get ready (put on panties, makeup, shave, and douche.) One of Mikeís homeboys would be outside my door to take money and watch for the guard. I was to have a pair of sweatpants handy incase a guard was coming, but most of the guards could care less what was happening as long as they didnít have to do anything. I would service the customers $3 for head and $5 for a fuck from 6 to 10 weekdays and 6 to midnight on weekends. My first customer was the guy from the shower. When I saw him come in the door, I was immediately scared. He came over to me and his first question was if I had sucked any cock that day. I told him that I hadnít and he grabbed me and kissed me hard, putting his tongue in my mouth. I was shocked, but I responded and kissed him back. He stepped back and told me to pull his cock out of his boxers. I moved closer and reached my hand into his boxers and held his cock. I pulled it out, it was partially hard and huge already. I told him that I wasnít sure that he wonít hurt me with that. He said we would go slowly. He made me lube him up, but not with the hair grease that we usually used. He had a bottle of baby lotion. I squirted the lotion on his cock and rubbed it all over, making sure to use a lot. He had me bend over the bottom bunk and squirted some up my ass. He was true to his word. Slowly he pushed in, pulled out when I couldnít take it and tried again. After 6 tries he was able to get it in. I thought I was going to die. He started slowly and didnít bury it. He went easy, talking to me, telling me that he knew he was big and how he gets turned on by seeing how much pain his dick causes. He started to pick up the tempo, going deeper and it really started to hurt. I told him it hurt and he asked me how much. I said it was really bad and he started to really fuck me hard. He said that he uses baby oil instead of grease because it tends to dry up and he really likes to see his bitch squirm. I started to scream, telling him that I couldnít take in anymore. He laughed and kept on until finally he pulled out and squirted all over the floor. I went down on my bunk in pain, I was sobbing at this point. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head on his cock. I was choking, I couldnít breathe and he finally let me go. He pushed me on the floor and told me to clean it up. He put his foot on my back while I did. When I was done, he pulled me up to look at him and told me that he would be a regular customer. I like that pussy and your squirming. I will be back tomorrow.
I had two other customers that night. One fucked me and I could barely stand it. When Mike arrived I told him what had happened and I didnít think I could do it again without it ripping something inside me. He told me he would make a rule to use grease. The next night I was surprised when Mike told me I had the night off. He told me that he didnít want me to have to go to the infirmary. I was relieved. He made me stay in the room to rest my pussy. I was there about an hour or so under my covers so anyone coming by couldnít look at me through the window in the door. I started to feel a stirring in my groin. I had not masturbated since I got to this prison. I closed my eyes and thought about my ex-girl friend. I couldnít seem to keep her firmly in my mind, she kept getting replaced by black cocks in my mouth and in my ass. I stopped masturbating and started telling myself that the stress of all this is the problem. I went to sleep.
|07-10-2012, 04:16 AM||#2|
Mike has become your pimp.
good story keep it up.
Society is becoming compliant to her new life as Mike's girl.
One question not much anal creampies yet. Or is it to come
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