Making A Bitch - Part 1
Author: Silas
Selling drugs was a
stupid thing to do. That point was driven home for me when
the judge sentenced me to a year in prison, no parole. Just
like that, everything I had was gone. After the jury found
me guilty, we had a thirty minute recess. It was more
than enough time for my fiancé to tell me she never wanted to
see me again. My boss at the newspaper had been there to
offer his support. When I was convicted, he wished me well
but told me not to expect a job waiting when I got out.
The judge rapped his gavel and a guard in a snug tan uniform came
over and snapped handcuffs around my wrists. I followed him
out of the courtroom without a word. He put me in a small
cell with gray iron bars and I sat there alone, my hands still
secured behind my back. The enormity of my mistake washed
over me and I cried silently. The guards footsteps
were loud as he came back down the hall and I stifled the
tears. If he noticed the wet streaks on my face he
didnt say anything. For that I was grateful.
I was led out of the cell and loaded into a prison bus with
several others who had been convicted. When I was seated, a
different guard shackled my ankles and chained both my hands and
feet to the floor. The chain was long enough so that I
could hold my hands in my lap. After awhile, someone
started the bus and drove onto the highway. I knew that the
DC prison was in Lorton and I figured it would take forty-five
minutes to get there. I hadnt counted on rush hour
traffic. It was nearly two hours by the time we arrived.
Halfway through the ride I abruptly noticed that I was the only
white guy on the bus. I figured the prison would be
similar. I looked around some more. Six other guys
two Hispanic, the rest black. I was
good-sized, about six-foot-one and two hundred firm
pounds. I was suddenly glad Id spent so much time in
the gym. If things got rough, Id be strong enough to
handle it. One of the black guys dwarfed me. I could
see his massive shoulders as he slouched against the window
asleep. I made a note to stay on his good side.
When we arrived at the prison, my fellow inmates and I made a
line on an asphalt area. Everything was surrounded by tall
fences topped with barbed wire and uniformed men carrying
rifles. An involuntary shiver went down my back.
Someone who seemed to be in charge yelled some things at us,
though I would be hard pressed to remember what he said, then we
were marched inside. We went down a long corridor, through
another door and into a shower room. Two men were standing
in the far corner near yet another door. One had on a
prison guard uniform, the other an inmate uniform. The
prison guard was tall and well built. He had a buzz haircut
and his skin was pale, as if he never got out in the sun.
Those of us whod gotten off the bus stood in another line
as they talked and pointed. Finally, they stopped talking
and one of the prison guard came over.
You, he snapped, pointing at me.
Lets go.
I hesitated. The alarm bells in my head were
clamoring. I knew that leaving the group wasnt a good
idea. The other guards snickering only made it worse.
Now maggot, the guard shouted. I didnt
have a choice so I followed him. He walked fast and I had a
difficult time keeping up with my hands and feet shackled.
We went through some doors down some stairs and through some
bars. His uniform fit snugly over the thick muscles
covering his body. The inmate stayed with us. His
skin was a light brown and he was short and slim. Every few
strides hed glance back and leer at me.
The three of us entered another shower room and the guard tossed
the inmate a key.
Unlock him, he growled. The guy quickly undid
the cuffs. I was rubbing my wrists when the guard spoke
again. Strip, he said.
I hesitated again, and the guard grabbed me by the shirt and
shoved me against the wall. His breath was hot on my face
and smelled of onions and garlic.
Listen you piece of shit, he snarled.
When I tell you to do something, you do it right goddamn
now or so help me Ill break every bone in your body.
Yes sir, I said. As quickly as I could, I
removed my clothing and set it on a pile. I stood naked
facing the two men. The inmate snickered and I knew
why. The fear and tension of being in prison had shriveled
my penis. It was barely visible through my dark thatch of
pubic hair.
Turn around, the guard said. I did. After
perhaps a minute, he told me to turn around again. He
ordered me into the shower and I scrubbed myself clean as the two
men watched. I came out and stood dripping on the concrete
floor. The cool air instantly chilled me and goose bumps
popped out all over my body.
Cavity search, the guard said.
What? I said.
Come over here, he said gesturing at a table.
In spite of the early threat, I hesitated. Swiftly, he
smacked me on the thigh with his night stick. I screamed
and a fiery red welt popped up almost instantaneously. Just
as quickly I realized he hadnt hit me full force. I
moved fast to the table and stood next to it. He grabbed
the back of my neck and pushed me face first onto it. The
inmate with him slapped cuffs on my wrists then cuffed them to
the legs of the table. Then he came around and cuffed my
ankles the same. I was spread out and locked down bent over
the table and there was nothing I could do about it.
I heard noises behind me, but was unable to turn far enough to
see what they were doing. A hand touched my ass and
brusquely opened my cheeks. I felt pressure against my anus
and then a lubricated finger poked through. It pushed hard
into me and withdrew. Something larger penetrated and I
realized it was two fingers. The sensation wasnt pain
exactly, but I didnt like it. Id never had
anything up my ass before.
Stop, I said.
Shut up, the guard said.
Tight? the inmate said.
Yup, the guard said.
He pulled his fingers out and then I felt more pressure.
Something larger again. Three fingers? It had started
to hurt now and I gasped audibly. The guard pumped them in
and out slowly and I felt every inch of his fingers. They
felt like they were ten inches long. He pulled them out and
momentarily the pressure returned. It was too much. I
thrashed about on the table and shrieked again and again.
The pain was beyond anything Id ever felt. The object
being shoved into my ass rotated and I was suddenly aware of
its size. I felt sure it was his hand.
No, I gasped. Please stop.
The pressure increased and I could feel my sphincter opening and
stretching around his hand. He grunted from the exertion
and pushed even harder. High pitched screams were coming
from my throat and I fought desperately to break free. The
chains held firm. I thought the pain could get no worse but
somehow it did. Every muscle in my body flexed as I tried
to resist.
Suddenly, just at the point where I was sure I could take no
more, the pain subsided a bit and was replaced with an oddly full
sensation. It still hurt, but I could feel the guards
fist deep in my ass and I could feel my sphincter wrapped around
his wrist. He began moving his hand inside me and slowly
the tension eased from my muscles. The sensation was unlike
any Id ever experienced. I felt a fluttering in my
bowels and in spite of it all a stirring in my groin. I was
glad to be down on the table so that no one could see my arousal.
I felt a different kind of pressure as the guard began withdraw
his hand. I squirmed and cried out as the pain began
anew. Suddenly, his hand slid out and the acute pain
died. It was replaced by a strong aching sensation and an
oddly loose and empty feeling in my asshole.
No contraband, the guard said with an audible
smirk. Tight little asshole for such a big guy.
The boys will enjoy it. The guard and the inmate
shared a laugh. Like everyone, Id heard stories about
prison rapes. I was determined to not let that happen to
me.
Behind me, I heard rustling clothes and the sound of a zipper
being undone. I craned my head around but couldnt see
anything. I was helpless and growing frantic at the idea of
being fucked while chained down. I heard a different sound,
familiar to me, but seemingly out of place. Slowly, I
recognized it. I hunched up on my elbows and peeked back
under my arms. I could only hold the position for a moment,
but it was long enough to see the inmate on his knees giving an
expert blow job to the prison guard. I heard some gasping
and slurping sounds and then the zipper again.
Unlock him, the guard said. The inmate undid my
feet, then came around and released my hands. A drop of the
guards cum was on his cheek. I shuddered
involuntarily. My hands were cuffed behind my back and the
guard led me from the room. I had no idea where we were
going. Probably to get my prison uniform.
We passed through a door and were buzzed through a set of
bars. I suddenly realized that we were in the main
prison. The cells rose up on all four sides, ten floors in
all. The center was essentially a large open area made of
cement. Everything was painted gray. Each floor had a
narrow walkway that wrapped all the way around. The shouts
and catcalls cascaded down from above.
Hey baby, one guy shouted. Bring your
pretty white ass up here and Ill show you what a real
mans like.
Damn, another called. Look at the fat
round ass.
My face was flushed with anger and embarrassment. My
fiancé had always liked that I had a firm rounded bubble butt,
but Id been teased about it since junior high school.
I didnt appreciate showing it to the entire prison
population my first day in prison. I followed the guard up
three flights of stairs and down a long corridor. Inmates
reached out between the bars and grabbed at me. I walked
close to the edge, my hip bumping against the railing and they
couldnt reach me. The catcalls and shouting
didnt stop. We reached a corner cell and the guard
stopped.
Open three-six-zero, he shouted. There was a
buzzing sound and the cell door opened. Inside,
he said to me. I moved swiftly into the empty cell I
didnt want another swat with the night stick.
Close it, the guard shouted and the door slammed shut
behind me. I turned around and looked at him.
Turn around, the guard snapped. Stick
your hands out between the bars. I did so and he
unlocked the cuffs. I was now free inside the cell.
The guard started to walk away.
Wait, I said. He stopped and looked back.
Where are my clothes? I said. Which one
is my bed?
He laughed softly to himself. Were not going to
waste the money to put clothes on you, he said. My
stomach jumped and I felt queasy. Bed? If
youre smart youll stay on the floor. If
not
he shrugged. Top bunk on the left
doesnt have an occupant.
He turned and walked off without another word. I watched
him go with an ever increasing feeling of dread. Something
bad was about to happen, but I didnt know what. I
climbed up onto the top bunk and lay down on the thin
mattress. I wished for a blanket or sheet, but I
didnt have one. I curled up and in a few minutes
drifted off to sleep.
-- more to come --