Part 8 Over the next few weeks Tiffany decided we needed to be outside as much as possible. When not working, we need to be out. I was ok with this, but thought it a little weird since she liked to stay in the cell usually. When I asked her about this she said that I needed to get to know everyone and learn who to flirt with and who to stay far away from. Being polite costs you nothing she said, give everyone respect until they show you they don’t deserve it. There is some need to know guys here and if you’re approached by them, you need to show the deference. Even though you can have most of these guys wrapped around your finger, you have to remember that to try to get above yourself could get you killed. Certain guys are homophobic. They need to be avoided like the plague. A good percentage of Homophobes could be turned out. They are really just scared of their own sexuality, she said, but some are just sadists. Because there is no way to tell between the two, you need to avoid them at all costs. Just remember she said, to some people you are just a fuckboy and they consider you lower than shit.

After my experiences at Sumter Correctional Institution, I feared most inmates. Tiffany had brought back a semblance of respect and I needed that more than anything. She took what was my life of sexual slavery and degradation and gave me balance and control. Albeit small control over my actions, but huge control over my sexuality.

She knew everyone. She introduced me to so many people. Even the guards were introduced and they genuinely seemed to like her. When she introduced me to white people, I noticed most of them were older inmates. She didn’t seem to talk to young whites guys unless approached. Whenever we were approached by anyone she was very polite and always used a hint of flirtation. I think she used it to gauge a person’s intent. We made our way to the weight pile and told me to wait a little distance away. She came back with two guys, both black. One of the guys was a monster, huge. His muscles were so big and tight I wondered if he could close his arm all the way. The other was a small skinny guy with tight sinewy muscles. She came back with them, holding hands with both of them. This was a Tiffany I had never seen before. She was overly flirtatious and submissive. She introduced them to me and the smaller of the two walked over to me. He looked into my eyes and then walked around me eyeing me. It was making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. He said, no wonder Mike was so upset to see you leave Sumter. Your ass begs to be fucked. How do you get your bottom lip to do that permanent pout thing? Is that something you were born with or did Tiffany teach you that? He turned back to Tiffany and said, I will need to try that. He said to his friend, you want a piece of the white pony. He smiled and said he loves to ride white ponies, and laughed. Tiffany got between them and I and poured on the charm. What you guys are tired of me, she said? You would do an inexperienced white girl over me. The smaller guy said fuck, I never see you Tiff. I haven’t seen you in months. She smiled while shuffling me away and said that way you can’t get tired of me (giggle). We were about 10 steps away and I heard the small guy say Society. I stopped and turned. He said, what you did to Thye was fucked up. That is a debt that will come due one day. Hopefully it isn’t a price you can’t pay. I was going to reply that he treated me like shit and he deserved everything he got, when Tiffany said, she can pay, just a little at a time. I know that you wouldn’t take anything from me, she said. I have always had a giving nature, wouldn’t you say? They both laughed and we left.

I had no idea what had just transpired but I was more than a little scared. I asked Tiffany what was going on and she told me that T (the small guy) and Kenny (the big guy) were the leaders of the Miami clique here. They know what happened with you at Sumter she said. By all rights they should have either killed you or has someone else do it. They obviously don’t know what happened at Sumter, because if they did they would know Thye got what he deserved, I said. She gave me a look, and then said it doesn’t matter to them what Thye did to you. It is what you did to their homeboy is what matters to them. Don’t worry she said, you will probably have to give them both sex at some point. I will hold them off for as long as I can, but in the long run you will need them.

Holding them off didn’t go so well for Tiffany. She got word that I was to meet T on Saturday morning. Tiffany seemed nervous, which in turn made me nervous. She told me that I would have to sneak into T’s dorm. You need to meet him outside and he will get you in without getting caught. Society she said, I am sorry that you have to do this. This won’t be the same as the johns I have been selecting for you. T can be aggressive and the best you can do is just be submissive. Don’t try and direct how it will go, just do what your told and do it immediately. That’s the reason they haven’t seen me in months, they just use you with no regard for your feelings she said. She started to cry and I told her it would be all right. I have been treated like that many times and I can handle it. She smiled and said I know you can, but I hoped to keep you from that. After everything you endured at Sumter, I didn’t want you to be used again.

That Saturday I went to T’s dorm. He was waiting outside with a group of his friends. He smiled at me when I arrived and grabbed my arm and pulled me in the middle of his friends. He asked them what they thought. Do you think she likes cock he said? Do you think she can take it all he said while holding himself through his pants? One of his friends said, don’t hurt her T, she looks like she is scared of your package. Another of his friends said, I like it when they look scared. I was scared; they were touching me and smelling me. I felt like I was a bitch being introduced to the pack. He told one of his friends to see where Telly was (the guard). The guy ran off and came back a few seconds later. In his booth, he said, reading a magazine. T brought me into his cell. I didn’t like these cells immediately. C dorm, where I stayed, had doors on the cell. These had doors also, but a large window was on the door. Ours had small windows.

He brought me in his cell and told the guys to hang out outside and let him know if Telly starts moving. They didn’t even shut the door. Anyone passing by would be able to see inside. They hung out right at the opening as if they were talking to someone inside. T told me to take my pants off, but leave your pretty little panties on. He laughed and told his friends that Tiffany always has the best panties and Tiffany’s little plaything would be decked also. I pulled off my pants and stood there while everyone looked at me. The guys commented on how the pink panties looked on my ass. They said no way T. She won’t be able to handle you. It’s trying, is what is fun he said. He told me to move over to the door next to his friends. I did and they started to touch my ass and legs and make remarks about my skin and skin color. White bitches always have the smoothest skin, one of them said. T told me to get on all fours. I did and that was an open invitation for his friends to see my ass from behind. Fuck, that looks good, one of them said. T told me to crawl over to him. I started to crawl and he said it was too fast and to go back and try again. I stood up, keeping my eyes down so not to make eye contact with his friends. They took this as being very submissive and made remarks about fucking that ass and mouth. I got back down on all fours and slowly and submissively crawled over to T. I kept my eyes down until I was right in front of him and I raised my eyes to his. I hadn’t noticed that he had stripped to his boxers. He told me to take his cock out. I pulled it out of his boxers and he was starting to get aroused. It was growing in my hands. His cock wasn’t really thick, but it was already longer than both my hands put together. He pulled my head down on it. I started to use my tongue on his head and came off of it. Holding it with both hands I lick up that shaft letting the friction pull on my bottom lip. He and everyone else loved that. They called me a freak, cum crazed white bitch and other things I can’t remember. I did this several times, before spreading his balls apart with my tongue. Fuck, one of his friends said, she fuckin loves your cock T. After several minutes of teasing his cock, he told me to stand up. I did and he positioned me against the wall, facing the wall. I swayed my ass as seductively as I could and he moved my legs further and further away from the wall. I was holding the wall with my fingers and standing on tiptoes when he stopped. He pulled my panties down then off and spread my legs as far as they would go. I was glad I was taped so tightly, all of my plumbing was in my abdomen. This position didn’t allow me to move at all, it was all I could do to stay in that position. I was facing away from T and all his friends and one of his friends said T, I just need to feel that ass. Look how perky it is. T told him to go ahead, touch it. He walked over to me; I couldn’t turn to see because I was stretched to the limit. The guy started to caress my ass and I heard him spit on his finger and push it inside me. I didn’t have to clench because the position had me clenching just to stay upright. Fuck T, he said, you’re going to tear this white bitch up with that thing.

The next feeling I had was T’s cock pushing against my opening. He pushed his head in and I felt like I was going to puke, this position had me clenching so tightly that when he finally put his head in, it felt huge. I tried to relax, but he didn’t give me a chance. He rammed his long cock into me. He laughed and said nope, she can’t take it all. I started to cry out with every thrust. I asked him to stop for a second and let me get used to it and he pushed harder. Normally the foreplay I gave him by teasing his cock with my mouth, would have hastened him to cum. He was really taking a long time to get off. He rammed his cock in and out of me for what seemed to me like hours, but was in reality about 5 minutes. I couldn’t say anything to try and bring him to climax faster, because I was doing everything in my power not to scream. I suddenly felt his balls slapping up against me and realized how far he was inside me. It felt like he was doing real damage to my insides, when he pulled out. I heard him grunt and realized he was getting off. He grabbed my hair and turned me toward him. He pushed me to the floor and said he had heard that I liked licking cum up off the floor. Clean this first he said, and showed me his cock. There was a strand of cum hanging off the head of his dick and I used my tongue to catch it. I moved up and licked the shaft clean. I took the head in my mouth and sucked it clean. When I was done I moved to the floor. He didn’t cum in one area, he had shaken his cock as he got off and it was all over the floor. His friends moved in the door to watch me search and lick his cum off the floor. They laughed at me pointed out globs that I missed and one guy stepped on some to show me where it was. The cum now had dirt mixed in with it but I cleaned it anyway.

I finished up, holding back tears. I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry in front of these assholes. Walking back to my dorm was painful, not just physically painful, but mental torture. It felt like he had fucked me up inside, both my stomach and my brain. I thought these feelings we over with. All the time I spent healing with Tiffany, was just clouds in the sky. Self worth was as easily held onto as the clouds were. I walked into our cell trying to keep control of my feelings, but when I saw the look of pity in Tiffany’s face, I cried. She held me and rocked me, told me it was going to be alright, but I knew that I would never be alright.

The next day Tiffany came back to our cell with bruises on her face. I jumped up and asked her what had happened and she told me it was nothing and not to bother her about it. She asked me if I could give her some space for a little while, so I left. I went to Apache’s cell and asked him if he knew what had happened to Tiffany. He said that she had lit into T with that viperous tongue of hers and got slapped for her trouble. He said for someone who wants to be a chick, she has huge balls. I told him it was my fault. I shouldn’t have cried when I got back to the cell. He told me that he wasn’t sure if that would have made a difference. She knows what T is like and even if you hid what happened, she had an idea what took place. T likes her though, Apache said, He wouldn’t really hurt her. Some of what she said to him might have stuck. You never know, maybe she talked some sense into him. I didn’t think so, but I didn’t say anything.

The next 6 months went by like a whirlwind. There were occasional johns, but not many. I think Tiffany was limiting them because T was still calling on me. The times with T were basically the same as the first; he would parade me in front of his friends, degrade me and hurt me. I endured this because I always went back to Tiffany and she was like a rock. Tiffany took care of Apache, I guess, because I didn’t have to spend any time with him.

The news came that rocked my world. Tiffany was informed that she was transferring out to a minimum security prison. She only had 3 months left before she was to be released on parole. They like to send you to minimum security to open beds for the more severe offenders. She was to leave in three days. Tiffany only seemed to be concerned about me. She tried to fill my head with everything she had taught me. She was frantically trying to get all my affairs in order before she left. I couldn’t function at all. I wasn’t afraid of my exposure once she left, like she was. I didn’t know how to go on without her. She wouldn’t have sex with me; she just wanted to hold me every night.

The morning she was leaving she gave me everything she owned. She gave me her panties, her makeup, her radio, her pillows and even had two hundred dollars transferred to my account. She handed me an item wrapped in newspaper and told me to only use this if I don’t have any other choice. It was a shiv (knife). We both started crying and hugged. I asked her for an address or phone number I could get to contact her once she got out. She smiled at me and told me that we both have to go back to our lives. We can love each other in here, but the world outside is different. I told her she was crazy, I would love her forever. She told me she would love me forever also, but not together.

She left, she was gone, I was alone. I didn’t have any feelings about it. I didn’t have any feelings left. I didn’t care about anything. They moved a guy into her cell with me and I didn’t say anything to him. He said some stuff to me but I really didn’t listen. Apache stopped by a couple of times and asked how I was doing; I told him fine, everything is fine. I didn’t wear panties or makeup or do my nails. I just didn’t care about anything.

I got messages that T wanted me to visit him, but I didn’t even listen. If someone was to ask me when I was to meet with him, I wouldn’t have been able to tell them. I was totally lost. Apache came to tell me that he had put a transfer request for me to be moved to his cell. He said it doesn’t have anything to do with sex, Tiffany would want me to look out for you. I told him whatever. If he wanted me to move to his cell, I was ok with that. At night I would cry for long periods. Losing sleep didn’t help with days of daze. A couple of weeks went by, I think and I got order to pack my gear, my transfer was approved. I packed my gear to move to Apache’s room only to find out I was moving to E dorm. The dorm T lived in. I figured he probably put in the transfer request as soon as he found out I was alone. The messages I had to meet with him were probably to tell me that I was moving in with him. I could have refused the move, but I didn’t care. I moved my stuff to T’s cell.

It was right after the supper count that I moved into T’s cell. I got there and he had all his friends there and they were remarking how they could all have some of that pretty white ass. I just made my bed and pushed through them and walked to the recreation room. It was there that T found me looking at a magazine. I couldn’t have read it if I tried, I couldn’t concentrate long enough to read. T grabbed me and stood me up, he told me to go back to the cell. He said we need to have a talk. I spit on him and sat down. He slapped me across my face and told me to get the fuck up. I spit blood on him. If the guard’s booth wasn’t right outside the recreation room, I think he would have killed me. I could see him trying to hold his rage, he looked like an outraged chimpanzee. I found that funny, so I laughed. He punched me on the side of my head. He said bitch, I am going to kill you. It hurt, but not like I expected it to. I looked him in the eyes and said, T, if you’re going to kill me, could you get to it. I really don’t want to hear you bitch. I said, I don’t fucking care if you kill me. Fuck, I hope you do. His reply was that he was going to kill my little slut ass and he would make it slow. I said good, let’s go do that now. I stood up and walked back to his cell.

He followed me in and shut the cell door behind him. He asked me what the fuck my problem was. I told him less talking, more killing. He punched me in the face. I looked up and told him I was still alive. He punched me again, once in the gut and once in the face. I fell on the floor and he kicked me. I started to cry, not because it hurt (even though it did), but because I hurt. He took that as submission and stopped. He left me there. That night I expected him to try and have sex with me and I figured I would fight him off until he killed me. I lay awake waiting. A long time passed and I heard even breathing. I got up and went to my locker. I grabbed the newspaper with the knife inside. I pulled it out and went over to his bed. I put the knife to his throat and grabbed his hair. I shook him awake and told him that if he fucking breathed wrong I was going to push this into his brain. His eyes got big. I asked him while I was sobbing, why he didn’t fucking kill me, you told me you were going to fucking kill me. I took the knife, turned it around and put it in his hand. He said bitch, you are fucking crazy. He put the knife behind him and asked me why I wanted to die. I told him, I don’t have anything to live for anymore. He said, wow she really had you twisted up, huh? Don’t you know you can’t fall for anyone on the inside? Tiff told me you were innocent and naïve but fuck, you have to go on girl. I started to cry harder and he hugged me. That was a shock. He said look, try and get some sleep and we will talk some more tomorrow.

The next day I dressed and went to work, I was still in a daze all day. I went back to the cell and went to bed. I hadn’t eaten in days. T came in with some food after supper and sat on my bed. He told me I had to eat something. I sat up and told him I wasn’t hungry. He said look at you, you are not the cute little blonde that I met last year. When was the last time you showered? He prodded me until I went to the shower room. The shower was full. I had to wait a few minutes. When a shower head opened up I went in. I heard the remarks from the guys in there, but I didn’t care. When a guy came over and touched my ass, I backhanded him. He came at me, but Kenny (T’s friend) stopped him and told him I was T’s girl and he left me alone. I finished and went back to the cell. When I got there, T was waiting. I was getting dressed when he said look, we are going to have to figure something out. I asked him what he meant. He said I know you’re hurting, but I can’t have you just disrespecting me and everyone you come in contact with. Sooner or later you will get your wish and someone will kill you. I liked Tiffany he said and I don’t think she would appreciate it if I let someone kill you. I snapped. Disrespect! Disrespect I said, I am a fucking person I yelled. Ok, Ok he said, keep it down. I dropped my voice and said; you have treated me like I am less than human and you have treated me like a piece of shit. You want to talk about disrespect. The first time I had sex with you, I tried to treat you with honor, like you are some kind of prince or something, I said. You in return degraded and hurt me and then you laughed about it. Who fucking treats people like that, not even animals do that. If I learned one thing from Tiffany is how to treat people and how you should expect to be treated. Don’t you understand I said, you act like you care about my feelings, but you’re so fucking caught up in your image you think you have to treat me like dirt. I will tell you right fucking now that I would rather die than be treated like that again. He sighed and said ok let’s talk about it quietly.

We talked for a long time. I told him that I would stay with him if he treated me like his girl, not like an animal. He told me that he expected me to start looking pretty again. He said you know, like Tiff showed you. I smiled, it wasn’t really genuine, but I knew he was trying. I told him I would tell him if he was becoming an asshole and he said, fine, privately thought. I told him I would need a few days; I still had some feelings I had to work out. He asked me to do it in the cell. Let people think that I am keeping you here. I agreed.

It took another week before I started shaving and dressing like I should. I really didn’t feel any better but I knew for appearances sake, I needed to look the part. When T saw me dressed and with makeup on he came over to tell me how nice I looked. I thanked him and said yes, yes I know, you want to have sex. He smiled and said of course he did. I told him that he needed to let me participate. I told him he would enjoy it much more. He laughed and said as long as I don’t think he would touch my cock, I could do anything I wanted. Good, I said, you have a freakishly long cock. You can’t just plunge that into me. Let me take it a little at a time and maybe it won’t be so terrible. He laughed and asked me if I was always going to be a nag.

That night after last count he jumped down from his bunk and sat on mine. I was in yellow panties and had just put some perfume in my hair. Mmm, he said, I could smell that from my bunk. I told him that I got it from Tiffany. Yea he said, now that you mention it, it does smell like her. I moved to the floor in front of him. I looked into his eyes and said, just relax, let me please you. I started kissing his balls. They hung low in his black sack. I used my tongue to part them and breathed hard on his cock. I smelled him and he smelt like baby powder. I kissed his cock and felt it stir. Moving my tongue around the head of his dick brought him to life. I had a strange thought about how much blood it took to get this cock hard. He was getting harder and harder as I teased him. When he was completely hard I started to lick up his shaft. Precum was pooled and dripping off his head. I transferred it to my upper lip. Looking him in the eyes, I gave him an evil smile and licked it off. He groaned while watching. His dick quivered. I suspected he really got turned on watching someone eat his cum. I would have to finish him in my mouth I thought. I told him to lie down. I attempted to climb on top of him, facing away. I couldn’t manage it because there wasn’t enough room between his strait standing cock and the top bunk. He had to angle it down. When I got his head in my ass I squeezed. I could hear his pleasure groan and it started to turn me on. I moved him in further and started to message it with my muscles. I felt him jolt and asked if he was ok. He said he was fine, but what was that. I told him it was something Tiffany and showed me, do you want me to stop? NO! Don’t stop. I messaged him some more and pushed him if further. He was deep by this time, but by no means buried. I started to rhythmically move in an up and down side to side motion. I not only wanted to start fucking him, but I also wanted to take more of him. It worked, I felt him go deeper. I swear I could feel him in my stomach when I finally had him buried. By this time he was breathing really heavy, and of course I was breathing heavy just because he was all the way inside me. I started to do long strokes, squeezing on the way out and releasing on the way in. I must say that he has stamina. I told him to tell me when he was going to come for I wanted him to cum in my mouth. He readily agreed. I moved up and down on him until I started to feel the grease dry up. It was just starting to hurt, when he said, I am going to cum. I moved off him and turned quickly. I grabbed his cock and stroked it. Without warning he blew. It was long steams of white cum, more contrast due to his really black cock. I let him cum all over his own cock and balls and with that evil smile, I clean him off. I would pause to open my mouth so he could see how much I had gathered before I swallowed it. He said ok, you can be in charge of this from now on. I smiled at him. It felt good to please someone again and to do it while in control.

Over the next few weeks, my mood improved. I missed Tiffany so bad it hurt inside me, but I made the best of my situation. I did become quite the nag with T. Not in public, but when we were alone. He was a slob and he didn’t tell me when he would be around. His timing was terrible; he walked in on me once while I was using a douche. He brought his friends in once when I was shaving my legs and ass. He showed his friends my balloon. He told them that if I continued to practice with the thing, I would break his cock off. He was like a teenage boy with his sex drive. His aim sucked with that long ass cock of his, I constantly had to pay extra for sheets to be washed. He complained about the money I needed to spend on surgical tape, makeup and special wash for panties. One day I was thinking about all of this and realized that I was ok. I still missed Tiffany. T could never turn me on the way she did. Talks were never intimate with T, but I was ok. Hell the only thing T ever talked about was sports, his homeys and girls. He would say sorry to me if he spoke of girls, like I was jealous or something. Walks around the compound were still intoxicating, having so many people desire you is a rush. I couldn’t do any flirting because T was jealous. It was just as well, because Tiffany would have frowned on it.

I spent 4 years there before I transferred to minimum security and another year before I got out. All together I spent a little under 7 years on my 15 year sentence.

I am married now, to a beautiful woman. We had three children and they are all over 18. My wife knows what happened to me when I was in prison. She is a very understanding woman. We have a great sex life and always have. Fantasies galore! Maybe I will write about them someday. I never had sex with a man after leaving prison. The only guys I get turned on by are really nice looking shemales. I often wonder what happened to Tiffany, but to be honest I can’t remember her real name. Writing this series was never intended to be about an erotic story. I put some of the hot stuff in to make it interesting for the reader. I glazed over a lot of the bad stuff (I know it didn’t seem that way)so not to turn the reader away. I want to thank anyone who read it and would welcome any questions or comments.

Society

 

All i can say is congrats man, on the new life you have and for giving us this story !
if only more people would read and comment lol

i only spent about 1 year locked up for minor offences and it was hell. How you managed this is incredible

 

Thank you for reading.

Your right, I didn't get many comments on my story. I think it is because people don't know what to say. I do like to hear comments though, so if anyone else has anything to comment or questions, I would encourage them.

Thank you again.

Society

 

Now that your story has come to an end I will miss reading about you! I can't imagine how it would be like to have to go through what you did! I am bisexual and enjoy sucking cock but even though I have had anal sex a few times, I don't really enjoy it like I do sucking cock!

 

I have read the whole 8 parts tonight. Once I read the first part I could not stop. What a tough gritty story horrific, but compelling.

 

Thank you for your comments

I wish you guys would have commented before. I had 4 more years

 

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Only seen it for the first time tonight.

 

You should post the parts under the true stories section of the XNXX stories section. (stories.xnxx.com)

You'll get way more comments than on the forums.

 

Your story was a testiment to the human spirit and self preservation. You did what you felt you had to for survival. Anyone who doesn't understand the term, "I WANNA LIVE": FUCKEM ALL UP AGAINST THE WALL WITH SUPER GLUE ON THEIR LIPS!!!! You have a powerful spirit and you did fight back in your own way. You're a winner

 

yeah great story

 

hmm

nice

 

This is the story I love the best in this site.
Congrats, really.

 

I only recently found this story, someone bumped it and started reading and reading. I liked the earlier chapters, it lost me a little in chapter 6 or 7 but once T entered the scene it picked up again. I hope u write some more
All the bet anyways.

 

Wow! Great story! I have been a submissive CD since I was about 10. I went to prison at 19, I was afraid of such a fate myself so I never let on any of my kinks, sub nature or bicuriousity. I sometimes fantasize of what could have been. You lived through horrors. Congrats you made it through.
Kisses,
Heather