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I had been a Bad girl the police had called me prostituting myself on the street corner
I was sent to prison where I knew I was going to suffer and be in trouble as a feminine little slut I knew those big strong man we going to target me. It's hard to hide what you are with my totally smooth feminine body long hair and blow job lips.
Inside I tried to keep myself to myself and hide who and what I was. I couldn't help it
I was soon ridiculed, I was a loner, called every derogatory name under the sun. It should have hurt, but it didn't I enjoyed it. I had always been an attention whore. I couldn't help but smile when I was called a slut, or a cock suck. I knew that's who I am. People soon found out I was inside for prostitution. Being paid to suck cock and take dick up the arse. It was my fault i deserved to be here. Lots of men had threatened me, violence or sexual abuse.
After a few weeks my life inside changed, im not sure if it was for the better or worse. I returned to my cell to find my possessions had been destroyed my clothing had been ripped or cut up. On my bed was a new outfit. a very tiny black mini dress stockings and little panties with very high heel stilettos a blonde wig and some basic make up. It made me fearful I was terrified but also excited I longed to be dressed like a slut that I am. Once I had stopped crying I slowly started to dress. I don't know why but I had kept my body smooth so my stockings slipped up my smooth and legs. I stepped into my panties and wriggled into my dress that barely covered my bottom. I looked in front of the mirror and knew that this was who I am. I'm khloe. I did my foundation and thick bright red lipstick before my dark smoky eyes and putting on my wig. I looked into the mirror and a passable dirty slut looked back.
Then I heard a noise I very quickly snapped back into reality remembering where I am and what I am wearing. I'm dressed like a cheap little whore surrounded by prisoners |
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Then I heard a noise I very quickly snapped back into reality remembering where I am and what I am wearing. I'm dressed like a cheap little whore surrounded by prisoners
All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. I froze. Suddenly the door swung open. Three men were stood in the doorway. They began laughing at me, calling me names, sissy, slut, whore, faggott, tramp, skank etc.. My heart was pounding, I knew I was in trouble and I'm not strong enough to fight them away. They walked into the room and slammed the door shut. As the door slammed I jumped. I knew what was coming.
The men were all much bigger and stronger than me. One man grabbed me by the throat, choking me as they continued to call me names. His grip was so strong, I felt myself becoming weak, I feared for my life. He suddenly let go and I fell to the floor. Another man grabbed my arms and positioned me on my knees. He held my arms as another man unzipped his flies and moved towards me. Without command or hesitation I opened my mouth. He pushed his flaccid cock in and shouted for me to suck. He tasted like he hadn't washed for days. But I loved it. I could feel his cock growing hard as I sucked on him. His cock was big, I could feel it stretching my throat, my gag reflex kicking in as he violently skull fucked me. All of a sudden he slapped me hard across the face, this coupled with the choking immediately made my eyes water. The men loved it, laughing at me, saying I was a pathetic worthless whore. He forced the full 8" down my throat, I couldn't breath. Suddenly he withdrew and picked up pace, fucking my face faster and harder I was covered in my own spit and tears. Suddenly he pulled out and shot wave after wave of hot cum all over my face. I knew I looked a mess. One of the men pulled out his phone and took pictures. Saying the boys on the wing are going to love seeing what a disgusting pathetic cum slut I am. I know I should hate it, but I didn't. I loved it. This is who I am. This is what I am. |
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As I tried to get my breath I was violently thrown on the bed. My dress was roughly pulled up and my panties exposed. Suddenly I felt a hard whack across my arse. Then another, and another. The pain was intense as blow after blow rained down on my arse. The men were taking turns to hit me, each man trying to outdo the others. The blows becoming harder and harder. I had to concentrate hard, I didn't realise I was screaming and begging for them to stop. In hindsight this wasn't a good idea. It drove them wild, my arse was on fire. Tears streaming down my face. I felt like I was going to lose consciousness from the pain.
When it stopped I was crying, I was in pain, my arse was so hot. The men found it hilarious. The 2 men who hadn't cum then took off their trousers, one had a huge very thick cock. I immediately had it in my mouth, concentrating on sucking and opening my throat so I could take him much deeper. I loved them calling me a cock sucking slut. I hadn't noticed the mother man moving behind me until he forced his cock in my ass. He wasn't wearing a condom and did you use lube. The force he entered me with made me choke on the huge cock, I immediately choked and a bit of vomit came up. For this I was hit hard in the face, the pain was intense but I soon had the monster cock back in my mouth, sucking off my own vomit. I was getting fucked hard from both ends. I had cock in both holes and I was in my element. Dressed like a whore and being fucked very hard.
I could feel the guy fucking me building up speed, pumping his cock in my arse faster and harder, his breath was speeding up and I suddenly felt him cum deep inside of me. It felt so good. If I didn't have cock in my mouth I would be grinning from ear to ear. As he pulled his cock out I felt cum dribble from my gaping arse. The men were loving it, calling me a nasty cum dump.
The guys then swapped positions the rough man who just fucked my arse wanted his cock cleaned. I immediately began sucking him, licking from his balls to the top of his cock. It tasted good, spunk and my arse. I felt the bigger man with the huge cock get behind me. I wiggled my arse to tease him. Or maybe to stop him fucking me. I'm not sure. I felt his powerful hands grab my hips, the sent pain through my body after the tough spanking. Suddenly I felt his cock against my arse. I knew it was going to hurt. He slowly pushed the tip of his huge thick cock in my arse. God it stretched me, even after I have just been fucked. Luckily I was full of cum so it acted like lube. I begged for him to be gentle. He laughed as I pulled me into his cock, forcing it deep inside me until his heavy balls hit my arse. I thought he had split me in half. I was sure he had torn me. He didn't care about my screams, they just made him fuck me harder, pulling his huge cock all the way out then forcing it back in my gaping hole. I don't know how long he fucked me for. I had no notion of time. I just knew he was violent. He told me he was going to cum them pushed his massive cock as deep as possible in my well fucked hole. I felt him cum, so much cum as I felt his cock twitch inside me. He was so deep it felt like he came in my stomach. When he pulled out I knew I was gaping, I felt his cum dribbling out of my hole. |
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"Wish I could be banged up... Is that euphemism Cathy? X  "
I meant it 100%... Both interpretations are valid for a kinky sub slut who is 'anything goes - no limits' like me.
Very few men seem brave enough to utilise me though... |
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The next morning I hurt all over. Last night felt like a dream. But my arse was telling me it very much happened.
Then it dawned on me. They took all my male clothes! All I had was the outfit I was roughly fucked in last night. Stained with cum. I didn't want to get up. I wanted to stay in bed. I'm my sanctuary. I thought about calling the guards for help but I knew I would get no help. I contemplated my options. I only had one. That was to be the slut I know I am. To make the most of my situation. To embrace it.
I soon was up and carefully shaving myself. Ensuring I was totally smooth all over other than my eyelashes. I then expertly applied my make up. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but smile. I loved the heavily made up slut looking back at me. I then dressed, my clothes smell like sex, my dress was stained with cum. I stepped into my heels and I was ready. I was a slut.
I had to leave my cell. I was terrified. I was surrounded by criminals, violent men, dangerous men. My heart was pounding. I stood behind my door and took a deep breath. I opened the door and stepped out into the prison. Immediately I felt eyes on me, everything seemed to stop. Then the name calling, slut, whore, tranny, queer, freak. I wanted to hide. I wanted to run back into my cell. I took another deep breath and walked out. My head held high and a big smile. I confidently walked to breakfast. Making sure my arse wiggled as I walked.
At breakfast I tried to find a quiet table to myself. I was soon joined by one of the older prisoners. He was like the prison boss. As soon as he joined me all the name calling and wolf whistling stopped. He'd never spoken to me before. But I knew he ran things and wasn't to be crossed. He was very domineering and powerful. I instantly fancied him.
He told me this was his idea. He complimented me on what a slut I looked. Well I took it as a compliment.
He made it very clear he was he was in charge. That he was in charge of me. Last night was a test, too see if I was the willing whore he thought I was. I passed my test.
He said I was now the prison whore. I would be available 24/7. He explained that he had rules and they must be followed precisely. These rules were -
I was only ever to be seen fully dressed.
I had to have full make up at all times.
I was never allowed to say no.
I was to earn my wardrobe.
My food was to be rationed so I became a size 8.
I was never to cum.
I was to knock on his door at 7am every day and ready to please him.
I was always to say thank you whenever I was used.
He asked if I understood, which I did. He said I wouldn't be physically hurt unless in a sexual way. He said he would pretext his whore. He commanded i opened my mouth and he spat in my open mouth. I felt disgusted and turned on. As I swallowed he told me fuck off back to my room.
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"The next morning I hurt all over. Last night felt like a dream. But my arse was telling me it very much happened.
Then it dawned on me. They took all my male clothes! All I had was the outfit I was roughly fucked in last night. Stained with cum. I didn't want to get up. I wanted to stay in bed. I'm my sanctuary. I thought about calling the guards for help but I knew I would get no help. I contemplated my options. I only had one. That was to be the slut I know I am. To make the most of my situation. To embrace it.
I soon was up and carefully shaving myself. Ensuring I was totally smooth all over other than my eyelashes. I then expertly applied my make up. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but smile. I loved the heavily made up slut looking back at me. I then dressed, my clothes smell like sex, my dress was stained with cum. I stepped into my heels and I was ready. I was a slut.
I had to leave my cell. I was terrified. I was surrounded by criminals, violent men, dangerous men. My heart was pounding. I stood behind my door and took a deep breath. I opened the door and stepped out into the prison. Immediately I felt eyes on me, everything seemed to stop. Then the name calling, slut, whore, tranny, queer, freak. I wanted to hide. I wanted to run back into my cell. I took another deep breath and walked out. My head held high and a big smile. I confidently walked to breakfast. Making sure my arse wiggled as I walked.
At breakfast I tried to find a quiet table to myself. I was soon joined by one of the older prisoners. He was like the prison boss. As soon as he joined me all the name calling and wolf whistling stopped. He'd never spoken to me before. But I knew he ran things and wasn't to be crossed. He was very domineering and powerful. I instantly fancied him.
He told me this was his idea. He complimented me on what a slut I looked. Well I took it as a compliment.
He made it very clear he was he was in charge. That he was in charge of me. Last night was a test, too see if I was the willing whore he thought I was. I passed my test.
He said I was now the prison whore. I would be available 24/7. He explained that he had rules and they must be followed precisely. These rules were -
I was only ever to be seen fully dressed.
I had to have full make up at all times.
I was never allowed to say no.
I was to earn my wardrobe.
My food was to be rationed so I became a size 8.
I was never to cum.
I was to knock on his door at 7am every day and ready to please him.
I was always to say thank you whenever I was used.
He asked if I understood, which I did. He said I wouldn't be physically hurt unless in a sexual way. He said he would pretext his whore. He commanded i opened my mouth and he spat in my open mouth. I felt disgusted and turned on. As I swallowed he told me fuck off back to my room.
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