Bottom Bunk Bitch Ch. 04

It was late morning and I was outside in the courtyard. It was officially exercise time for the inmates, but my Daddy -- Rocco -- had other ideas for me. It was the time in which he could illustrate his power over me in front of his crew and the other prison whores. As such, we were made to stand beside our masters, dressed in our panties and bras, whilst the real men like Rocco talked to one another, making various trade deals.

Today Rocco was sat at the table alongside other members of his gang. Dwayne was one of his closest friends in the prison, with their friendship going back to when they were kids. Dwayne was larger than Rocco and a couple of inches taller. Then there was Nattson: smaller, toothier, with facial hair. They were talking about bringing in cigarettes to trade with the other gangs.

I couldn't really follow all their conversation. Because my job was stand beside Rocco and "look pretty." And so, there I was, in my red panties which exposed the cheeks of my ass, and my push-up bra. My little titties were beginning to bud, with it being several weeks since I'd started the pills that Rocco ordered me to swallow. My nipples were incredibly sore and tender, although that didn't stop Rocco from thumbing them every night and suckling on them whilst laid down on my bottom bunk. He kept one of my little boobs in his mouth whilst I stroked his head to sleep. This was, of course, after he had fucked and cummed in my poor asshole minutes before.

I was adorned in other items, too. I stood in a pair of pumps and long stocking socks. Luckily it wasn't cold outside, although that never prevented Rocco from taking me outside to parade me about. Around my neck was a gold chain -- one of Rocco's -- and my hair, now dangling at my shoulders, highlighted my reduced feminine status. My ears were now pierced, with bangles dangling down, and even my wrist -- ordered to be limp at all times -- was covered in a cheap bracelet. The biggest addition was the tattoo sprawled across my lower back just above my ass: ROCCO'S BITCH.

I fidgeted in my spot. The tight chastity cage remained wedged onto me, suffocating my poor penis. It had been weeks since I had last held it and seen it, and I often thought of how the cage was doing irrerapable harm to my cock. If I was ever to escape this hell and regain my freedom I wondered if my manhood would ever be able to regain its former strength. I rarely felt the same rush of blood to that area and perhaps Rocco's cruel torture method was making me impotent.

I wasn't dumb -- I knew this was all part of Rocco's plan to fully feminize me and turn me into his little obedient whore. But there was nothing I could do but to go along with it, with the hope that something might change. However, things were now bleak, especially with all the bribed guards turning a blind eye to my plight.

"Quit moving, bitch," Rocco told me, pulling at the rope.

And yes, I almost forgot, the last humiliating element of this ordeal: Rocco had a leash placed around my neck, with the handle placed in his hand. I was his dog. There was nothing I could do without his authority.

"Sorry Daddy," I mumbled in the best feminine voice I could muster. That was another of the changes in recent weeks: there could only be one man in our cell. All elements of my masculinity had been stripped away. All of this was humiliating, of course, but it kept me safe from the others within the prison. I was Rocco's bitch and as such I was off limits in terms of unwanted attention from the other prisoners and the perverted lust of the guards.

"That bitch been moving about all day," said Nattson, looking at me dismissively. "If that was my hoe I would give her a beating."

Rocco looked up at me. "Best behave, bitch."

I nodded meekly, biting my lip.

Dwayne chuckled. "That girl is afraid of her own shadow."

"That's the way it should," said Nattson. "White bitches need to know their place. Best way to achieve that is through a few nasty slaps."

"Naw man," Dwayne said, shaking his head. "That girl right there is a fine piece of ass. No point in slapping her around and messing her up."

Rocco commented, "I've had to give her a slap on a couple of occasions. But I'd rather not hurt that little delicate face of hers. Plus, she bruises real bad. Ain't that right, bitch?"

I nodded. "Yes, Daddy, that's right."

"Good thing she don't step out of line too often," said Rocco.

"How's those titties getting on?" Nattson asked Rocco, whilst starring at my chest.

"Great to suckle on," said Rocco laughing. The others joined in. Rocco then ordered me: "Get those tits out, bitch."

I did as I was commanded. I lowered my bra exposing my nipples. Dwayne whistled appreciatively, while Nattson licked his lips and grinned. My nipples remained on show to them and the whole courtyard. In the corner I could see two of the guards nudging one another, pointing at me, and smiling.

"And that ass?" asked Dwayne.

"Getting nice and big," said Rocco. He then tugged at my collar. "Bend over, bitch. Show my boys your big fat white ass."

Again, I did as instructed. I turned around and bent over. My cheeks were fully exposed, with only a little bit of cloth between my cheeks on my asshole.

"Can I touch it?" Dwayne asked Rocco.

"Of course," he was told. "But be gentle with my bitch."

I felt a hand painfully pinch my left butt-cheek. I instinctively moved forward.

"Come on, bitch," Rocco said, tugging at me to pull me back. "Be nice to Dwayne."

"See, that bitch needs to be taught a lesson," Nattson said. "She still thinks she has power over her own body."

Rocco pulled the leash tighter, bringing me down to my knees until my face was at his crouch looking up at him and his superior strength. He looked me straight in the eyes whilst continuing to talk to the others.

"No, this girl is doing fine," he told them, whilst still eye-balling me. "She will do whatever I tell her."

"Show us, then," Nattson said, goading my Daddy further. I didn't want to hear this. I wanted Nattson to shut up. He was just escalating the situation and it would end up with Rocco pushing me further and further to make a point.

Rocco let go of the lead.

"Okay," Rocco told them, "I will show you that this bitch is completely mine."

I didn't know where this was going. I looked up at him unsure. Was he going to beat me into a pulp just to prove a point? Or worse, was he going to get Nattson to slap me to the ground?

"Bitch," he said to me, "stand up."

I stood up.

"Now bitch," Rocco said, "dance for me."

I was unsure. What did he mean?

"I said dance!" Rocco shouted.

I knew that I couldn't mess with him. I couldn't defy him a second time. And so I started moving my hips around. I hadn't danced since my teenage years, and even then I couldn't dance properly, but I knew that my well-being was on the line if I didn't do as I was instructed.

"Dance like a silly white whore," Rocco instructed, smiling.

And so I continued to move about, my legs starting to move in time with my hips.

"Smile, girl," Rocco said.

I forced a smile whilst moving my body next to him.

"I think she likes it," Dwayne commented, grinning. "Dumb whore."

Meanwhile Nattson starred at me with eyes of hatred and lust.

Rocco started slow-clapping at my humiliating state. He then ordered: "Give me a strip tease."

By now the other prisoners had noticed me and had stopped what they were doing. They crowded around to see me take off my bra, letting it flow to the ground. Then, whilst continuing my dance, I took off my panties.

"That whore has got a cage on," I heard some of the prisoners say.

"Fine piece of ass," said some of the others.

There I was: completely naked, but for my cheap jewellery, collar around my neck, stockings on my legs, and that suffocating, embarrassing cage welded to my crotch.

"Now," said Rocco, "get on all fours."

I got onto the ground, getting onto my hands and knees, whilst still attempting to wriggle my butt to a tune in my head.

Finally Rocco ordered: "Bark like a dog, bitch."

I looked at him, tears filling in my eyes. There was no use in resisting. He totally owned me. So I swallowed the last ounce of pride remaining within me and started barking. A crowd of prisoners, and by now a couple of guards, were chuckling at my plight.

Rocco turned to Nattson. "You see, this bitch is completely mine."

Yes, completely his. He had dominated me and now controlled every aspect of his life.

"And now it's time for little doggie's treat," Rocco said, unzipping his pants. His large cock and bulbous head flopped out, already hardening no doubt at being turned on by my humiliating plight. "Come on, doggie, eat up."

I inched toward him on my hands and knees. I opened my mouth, allowing the head of the cock to slip onto my tongue. I knew what to do. I started sucking on him, feeling him becoming hard. All the while I sucked I heard the laughs and taunts of the men around me. Some started applauding Rocco's fine art of control over me.

"Gobble it up, girl," Dwayne laughed.

I looked up to see Nattson starring straight into my eyes. He had his hand on his crouch. I looked to the others around me, spotting a couple of others who had their own erect cocks out.

The lead around my neck pulled me back into position, starring up at Rocco.

"Get ready to swallow," he told me.

I felt his mighty cock start pumping his heavy load into my mouth. Just like all the other times I knew what to do: to keep my lips on his cock and keep swallowing until there was nothing left. As I sucked and swallowed I heard the claps of the prisoners around me. Were they applauding me and my act? Or were they simply applauding Rocco's mastery of me.

There was no doubt: I was his bitch, his woman, his servant, and even his dog. There was no escape from his clutches.