Prison Bitch

Feeling his cum splashing inside my bowel sent me over the edge. With another high pitched squeal, I came, my dick shooting cum onto the floor.

Both men stormed to their feet.

I quickly covered my head and scrunched up into a ball.

"That fucking faggot squirted on my boots, Sampson! Make the queer lick it off!"

Sinking a boot into my exposed balls, causing me to retch and almost vomit, Sampson demanded, "Crawl over and lick his boots clean, you fucking queerbo!"

I quickly complied, hoping to avoid further beatings. It was a forlorn hope. As soon as Terry's boots were cleaned to his satisfaction, he and Sampson whaled into me. I was punched and kicked repeatedly.

I don't know how long I survived before I passed out.

Geoffrey, the morning nurse, found me naked but still made up.

Helping me onto a trolley, he rolled me into the infirmary. With surprising gentleness, Geoffrey cleaned my makeup off. He cleaned the blood from the various cuts and scrapes and rubbed soothing ointment into my bruises.

Geoffrey handed me a cup of water and two painkillers, "If you're going to make yourself up like a girl and bring men in here, you need to pick your johns more carefully. I can probably cover this one up for you, for a price, but I won't be able to too often."

Groaning, I knew what the price would be. "Can you please wait until I can breathe without pain before getting your blow job?" I begged.

"Only if I can bring the outfit I want you to wear," Geoffrey stated.

I nodded painfully.

"Good girl," he told me as he patted my shoulder.

The painkillers kicked in, and I drifted off to la-la land.

I spent two days in the infirmary as my body recuperated from its beating.

I had been lucky. Either that, or neither Sampson nor Terry wanted to mess my face up. Who wants to get a blow job from a deformed crossdresser?

I didn't see, nor hear from, either Sampson or Terry, but I'm sure word was spreading.

It may have only been paranoia, but I'm sure that more and more of the guards looked at me with knowing eyes every day.

A week passed without incident. Only Jimmy noticed that I was even more quiet and aloof than usual.

"You doing okay, Michael?" He asked.

"18 years is a long time, is all," I told him.

Another of the prison guards fetched me after lunch one day. "The infirmary nurse says you need to come in for a follow-up check on your injury," he said.

Sighing, I replied, "I don't suppose I could just say I feel fine, and you'd leave it at that, would you, Boss?"

The guard shrugged, "I couldn't give a fuck if you live or die, but I don't want to have to do the paperwork if you die, so off we go, boyo!"

I followed him down to the infirmary. Geoffrey was waiting for me.

He slipped the guard $50, "If you'd like to wait outside, I'd appreciate it," he said.

The guard looked at the $50, shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "On your head."

"We've got about an hour," Geoffrey said. "Don't worry about shaving your body. It is close enough. Shave your face and get yourself made up."

He handed me a more extensive makeup kit than I had used for Sampson.

It didn't take me long to do a full makeup job.

I saw Geoffrey's hand appear from behind the ajar door in the mirror. He held a skimpy bright yellow dress, a black sheer bra and thong set, some filled water balloons to use as breasts, and a long blonde wig.

The door closed momentarily before it reopened, and a pair of thigh-high 7 in. heeled boots appeared.

Dressing quickly, I tucked my cock and balls behind my thighs and then minced out into the infirmary.

Fuck me. There were three people out there. Geoffrey, another male, and one of the female nurses. A bigger buxom girl about 50 years old.

"I invited some friends to the party," Geoffrey smiled.

My inner slut ignited. Licking my lips salaciously, I said, "I will let you all fuck me as long as you promise to cum inside me."

"Deal!" Geoffrey exalted.

He led me over to an examination table. Pushing on my shoulders, he had me lying face down, with my hips and upper body on the table. My feet, in the 7 in. heels, were splayed and on the floor.

The female nurse climbed onto the examination table, hoisted her uniform up, and shoved her hairy cunt into my face. Grabbing me by the back of the head, Sylvia, by her name tag, ground her twat against my mouth and tongue.

It was a nice change from cock!

Sylvia was controlling the action. I couldn't see nor move with my face pressed tightly against her pussy, so I licked everything I could reach feverishly. I was rewarded with a long, drawn-out moan.

Someone took my hand and wrapped it around their cock. I eagerly stroked it. Gripping the skin below the head firmly, I tugged gently on it.

The hem of the dress, which didn't even go close to covering my ass cheeks, was lifted, and my thong was moved aside. I felt a warm breath on my ass before a tongue delved between my ass cheeks.

Now that was fucking good!

The invading tongue probed around my rosebud and tried to force itself inside.

Taking a deep breath before sighing it out, I relaxed my sphincter and welcomed the moist warm tongue into my ass.

The exhaled sigh blew across Sylvia's clitoris. With a groan, Sylvia pressed me more firmly against her twat. My mouth was over her clitoris. Sucking that delicious pleasure nub into my mouth, I swirled my tongue over and around it.

Sylvia stiffened, then exploded into the first of many orgasms she would have that afternoon.

Sylvia was a squirter. Her juices flowed over my tongue and down my chin. I eagerly lapped up as much of her sweet nectar as I could.

The tongue in my ass was replaced with a finger, quickly followed by another when the owner found my ass readily accepted the first one. The fingers probed into my ass and found my prostate.

A surprised grunt escaped my mouth.

The sharp exhalation of breath from my grunt blew across Sylvia's clit. She popped, then squirted again.

Having my prostate fingered soon had me dripping precum. The cock in my hand was removed, and a mouth found my turgid member.

I have a solid 7 inches of cock. The mouth's owner was able to swallow it all.

It was my turn to moan, but the fingers and mouth were removed just as I was about to blow.

"No cumming just yet, pretty girl," Geoffrey admonished me.

Sylvia climbed off the table. The other male took her place.

He shoved his cock rudely into my mouth. I did not mind one bit! I sucked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could reach. Realising I could easily accept more, the cock's owner scooted forward on the table.

Revelling in my ability to swallow even huge cocks, I allowed the cock deeper and deeper until my lips were pressed against the owner's abdomen.

"Fuck, you've found a top-notch cocksucker here, Geoffrey," the man groaned.

"Prison is always the best place to find gifted cocksuckers," Geoffrey told him.

Geoffrey had Sylvia bent over one of the other tables and was pounding her ass just as hard as he could. Sylvia was obviously an experienced anal exponent as she hadn't twitched or moaned as Geoffrey rammed his dick into her ass.

Watching Geoffrey's long thin dick vigorously shafting Sylvia's anal passage had my mouth watering in anticipation. I wanted that cock!

The man I was sucking pushed me off his cock.

"Time to try your boy pussy," he told me.

"Yes, please, Sir," I begged him. "Fill this slut girl with cock!"

Sylvia groaned at my words and pushed back harder at the cock in her arse.

Holding his cock in his hand, Geoffrey's friend rubbed the head across my still wet rosebud. Homing in on the centre, he held my hip and then gently but firmly pushed the head of his cock through my sphincter.

I moaned with delight as his cock slid through my knot and deep into my shithole.

This man was bigger than Sampson and Terry but not as long as Geoffrey. He had a wider circumference than Geoffrey, though. As his hips came in contact with my ass cheeks, the tip of his cock scraped across my prostate.

Jumping in ecstasy, I moved my hips forward as far as the table would allow me, then slammed back at him. Geoffrey's friend got the hint. Gripping my ass cheeks firmly, he began to fuck me.

Whenever his pelvis hit my ass, his cock scraped across my prostate, and I would jump, then hump back at him.

The head of my rampantly hard cock banged against the examination table as Geoffrey's friend drove into me. Added to the prostate scraping, this stimulation had me back on the edge of cumming.

Geoffrey noticed that I was about to blow, "Hurry up and cum in her ass before she loses her load," he instructed his friend.

No oo," I protested. "I need to cum!"

"You'll cum when I tell you you can, my little bitch," Geoffrey told me.

"Yes, sir," I answered submissively.

With a partly strangled moan, Geoffrey's friend pulled out of my ass and shot his load onto my lower back.

"Get up on the table and on your back, slut," Geoffrey instructed me.

I was quick to follow instructions.

As soon as I was on my back, Sylvia climbed onto the table, straddled me, and lowered her juicy cunt onto my cock."

Bliss! Pure bliss! I hadn't had vaginal sex since being arrested for murder. My lawyer was able to have it pleaded down to involuntary manslaughter, which is why I was facing 'only' 18 years.

Sylvia's pussy was soaking wet, as well as red hot. It would be challenging to abide by Geoffrey's 'no cumming' edict. Fortunately, her cunt wasn't particularly tight, so I believed I could manage.

With her hands in the middle of my 'boobs', Sylvia rode my cock as if she was a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco. Lifting her hips until my 7-inch cock was almost out of her cunt, Sylvia would slam herself back down and then repeat.

Geoffrey grabbed me behind my knees. Grunting with the effort, he dragged Sylvia and me until my legs were off the table and my ass cheeks on the edge.

Lifting my legs and draping them over his shoulders, Geoffrey pointed his thin, 8-inch cock at my ass ring. Before I knew what he was doing, Geoffrey buried himself nuts deep in my boy cunt.

Unlike the previous users of my man pussy here in prison, Geoffrey's longer dick hit my prostate immediately. I twitched and thrust up at Sylvia. As I thrust up, she was coming down, so our pelvises met with a solid smack sound. Sylvia seemed to like this. She moaned and instructed me to do it again.

We built a rhythm. Geoffrey would stroke into me, I would twitch and hump up at Sylvia, and she would slam herself down on me.

Just as I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt a cock poking at my cheek.

The second man in the room, I never did learn his name, had dragged a chair over to kneel on and wanted his cock sucked.

That his dick had recently been in my arse didn't bother me. I turned my head, opened my mouth and willingly let him slip in. He held my head firmly before face fucking me brutally.

He was thrusting so forcefully and quickly that I struggled to keep up. Grabbing breaths as I could around his pounding meat. I stopped trying to lick his cock. I just waited passively for him to cum so that I could swallow his ball juice.

Sylvia popped first. With a satisfied groan, she shuddered to a momentary stop, with only the tip of my cock inside her. Her womanly cum gushed from inside her cunt and over my shaft and balls.

She twitched up and down twice more, squirting only a little less profusely each time.

The cock in my mouth was next. Squeezing my head forcefully against his pelvis, with all of his cock in my mouth, Geoffrey's friend dumped a load down my throat. His cock was so deep in my throat that I missed tasting his seed, and I moaned in disappointment.

"Listen to the slut moan," Geoffrey said. "She's gagging for it! I'm going to fill her shithole full of cum."

I shuddered in anticipation.

I tried to hurry Geoffrey over the edge by clenching and unclenching my ass on his long thin dick. I wanted him to cum in my ass. I wanted to feel it splash inside me. All thoughts of my masculinity had disappeared in the euphoria of playing the willing slut for 'daddy'.

Gripping my ass cheeks firmly, so firmly he would leave ten fingerprint bruises on me, Geoffrey slammed into my ass four more times before squirting his seed deep into my gripping rear fuck hole.

Having his cum splash over my prostate drove me wild, and I began to shoot cum out onto my stomach.

"Fuck me, Geoffrey," the man said. "The fucking fairy just came from being sodomised! When you said you had a hot crossdressing slut for me to try, I expected a fat hairy poof in drag. What a delight to find an experienced Tgirl who knows how to dress and play the part.

You should probably rent her out! I'm sure plenty here would love to have a chop at her."

Dressed as I was, I would probably have been willing. But I had 15 more years to get through, and I didn't want to spend them as the prison's bitch.

Letting his cock slide from my ass, Geoffrey said, "The hour is almost up, Michael. You'd better have a shower and get changed. Leave the outfit in the change room. I'll pick it up after you've left.

It was nice to get something out of being used. It was very nice not to be beaten to a bloodied mess after!

I was escorted back to my cell by a different guard.

On the way, this guard, Stephen, according to his name badge, brazenly asked, "I hear rumours you're a queer boy, Michael, is that true? You like to dress in women's clothing?"

"Why, Stephen? Are you looking for some ass?" I retorted.

Stephen blushed, "I just couldn't believe Michael O'Loughlin was a fairy, so I'm asking, okay?"

"Unless you're wanting to fuck a man in the ass, what does it matter?" I sneered.

Blushing furiously, Stephen said, "I guess it doesn't. Let's just drop it!"

"Good idea," I replied. "I'd hate to have to crack your head."

I was in deep shit and knew it. If rumours were percolating through the guards, it would only be a matter of days, if not hours, before the prisoners would hear them, too.

Things drifted along for about three months. Once every 7 to 10 days, Sampson would appear at my cell after lights out and escort me to the showers in the infirmary. There was a new guard with him every time.

After I had serviced both cocks, I was often beaten by the pair of them. Other times, the other guard would slink, embarrassedly, away as Sampson beat me for being a 'queer', a 'faggot', or a 'gaybo', and that real men like him didn't need no 'queer boy' spoiling their view.

It had gotten so bad that I was perpetually covered in fresh and faded bruises.

Even Jimmy noticed, "I thought you dished out the beatings, Michael," he said facetiously. "I didn't think you took them?"

"I'm hearing you say, 'I'd like a beating, please, Michael,'" I snarled at him.

Undeterred, Jimmy followed up with, "The guards tell me you're a crossdressing pooftah, Michael. That you like to dress up all girlie and suck cocks. Some even say that you've given them a blowjob. Others say they've fucked you in the ass as you squealed like a girl."

"That does it!" I exploded. "Call the fucking paramedics because you're going to fucking need them."

I advanced on Jimmy angrily.

The door to my cell opened.

"Leave him alone, Michael," Sampson drawled. "Assume the position."

With no other choice, I turned to the wall and put my hands behind my back.

Full of dread, I followed Sampson along the walkway. He didn't take me to the infirmary showers as I expected.

"Where are you taking me, Kid Sampson?" I sneered. "Got us a motel room, have you?"

You'll see." He replied. "I don't think you're going to like it."

Unlocking the door to the internal exercise yards, Sampson took my shackles off and pushed me through.

Looking around as I staggered into the sunlight, I understood why I wasn't going to like it. This was the area, and the time, reserved for the absolute scum of any prison system: the rapists, the molesters, the granny bashers, the rock spiders.

What the fuck was I doing in here? Like virtually every other inmate, I would bash, trip up, and assault these creeps whenever I got the chance.

Except for one, all CCTV cams turned to the wall and 'died', their lenses pointing downward.

There is a disproportionate number of 'bull queens' among this despicable group. Bull queens are gay men who like to dominate, rape and humiliate other inmates.

When 12 of them, with leering smiles on their faces, moved toward me, I knew what I was doing in there. Sampson had thrown me to the hyenas. That was why the cams had died. Word had been given to the queens that I was fair game.

Not waiting, I attacked. I had three of them out of the game before they had time to react. Two of them jumped on my back. One hit a wall with a sickening thud as I bodily threw him over my shoulder. I broke the nose of the other with a vicious backhand punch.

People don't understand how Muay Thai works. In boxing, they come at you with two weapons. Even kickboxing only uses 4. With Muay Thai, everything you have is a weapon. Fingers, thumbs, hands, fists, edges of hands, forearms, elbows, upper arms, shoulders, your body, your chest, all parts of both legs, and all of your foot, can be used to do damage.

Three more went down. I'd taken out 8 of the 12 sent to attack me.

I thought I was going to make it out, but Sampson had other ideas. Quietly opening the door he had shoved me through, Sampson tasered the back of my neck.

Flip-flopping, I crashed to the ground. My limbs utterly useless from the electric shock spasms.

Four was enough to carry me across to one of the tables.

Helpless to resist, my prison trousers and underpants were ripped down.

Barry, the queen of the queens, slapped his dick against my face until I became aware of him.

Holding a shiv in front of my eyes, he began to pull the front of his pants down.

"I'm going to shove my cock in your mouth, Marie," he told me. "If you try and resist, I will give you a 'Joker' smile from ear to ear, do you hear?"

"Cut me as you will, you fucking rock spider. I'm going to bite, then rip off anything that goes in my mouth," I spat at him. "If you don't believe me, stick your cock in my mouth first. Show these animals how brave you are!"

Three of the men I had dropped joined the four holding me.

Barry hesitated. "Fuck it. I'll use your ass, instead," he muttered.

Moving between my spread thighs, Barry positioned his cock at my starfish. I have no idea how 'big' Barry was, but the head of his cock felt enormous against my dry ass. Not even bothering to spit on his cock, or my ass, Barry tore into me.

I bit down on the inside of my lip hard. There was no way I was giving this scum sucker the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting me.

Grunting like the pig he was, Barry fucked my dry ass raw. Every thrust into my bowel hurt like he was tearing me apart. Every pull back ripped at my innards like fishhooks.

He didn't, or couldn't, last long. With a couple more shuddering thrusts, Barry unloaded the first of seven loads into my ass I would be forced to take.

As soon as he came, another took his place.

Barry walked around in front of me. Grabbing a handful of hair, he hauled my head up and back.

Rubbing his cock across my face, he said, "Feel your shit and blood on your cheeks, Marie Slutgirl. If you'd sucked me, I would have been lubricated, and it wouldn't have hurt so much."

Shaking my head to escape the grasping hand, I viciously snapped my teeth at his cock. I almost had the bastard, too. Unfortunately, my closing jaw only grazed the tip of his cock.

Jumping back, Barry told a glam queen (one who likes to dress en femme) called Mitzy to "Get between his legs and bite his ball sack. Teach the queer to not bite the hand that's feeding him!"