New story for you all, connected to a few others (Won't mention any names). All characters are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction and these are acts of fantasy and does contain an element of reluctance and dubious consent however, it is all complete fiction. This story is a property of copyright owned by Wolf Hunt. Don't try to copy and sell it. I've got a lot more stories on the way. So read and enjoy.
Chapter 1
Archie Willis
Here I am, on all fours, my body completely shaved, makeup covering my face, wearing a denim skirt that's hiked up past my waist, a black thong pulled to the side as a big fat black cock slides in and out of my big white ass while I moan like a bitch. My own little cock was as hard as a rock. I see myself in the small mirror on the wall and I look like a girl I'd be attracted to. Even though my long blonde hair is a mess and my makeup is a little blotched, I look like a model.
The guy fucking me, Varrien Booker, he's my daddy and I'm his prison wife. Before I came to prison, I was just a nerdy straight white boy college student, racking up a lot of debt trying to become a software engineer. I was attracted to women, and I acted like a man. I even had a girlfriend.
So how did this white boy college student become a big black man's sissy bitch? Well, in prison, sometimes you have to do things you're not proud of in order to survive. Varrien offered me protection as long as I'm his sissy wife.
You see in prison, little nerdy feminine white boys like me are easy targets. Guys either try to extort us, rape us, or turn us out. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, I got a cell with Varrien Booker. The toughest, biggest, and meanest black man in the prison. No one messes with him.
Maybe it's because he's built like a freighter. His arms are the size of tree trunks and yet there's not an ounce of fat on him. Pure muscle. He could easily break me in half. And yet, I've come to actually enjoy being his sissy wife. I worship his dick and keep our cell clean. He protects me and keeps me safe. He's actually quite sweet when we're alone. Takes care of me and my needs. As long as I will be his sweet little girl, he's my big stallion.
It wasn't always like this. No. Not at all. The first time he fucked me, I cried like a little bitch. Even though he was as gentle as he always is with me, I was so humiliated at the fact that I was getting turned out by a big black man that I sobbed. Even though he didn't rape me, thank god, the start of our relationship was a bit rocky.
I bet you're wondering how a so-called straight nerdy white boy like me ended up in prison and owned by a big black man... Well, let's go back to the beginning.
There I was, in college, drowning in debt, broke, and it wasn't a joke. My mother had medical bills that needed to be paid. Even though I had a beautiful girlfriend named Marissa Jordan, she loved to go out, and that costs money. Not only that, but I was constantly behind on rent.
Now here's where things take a turn for the worst. As a giant computer nerd, I took a deep interest in hacking. That's when I discovered some loopholes in the banking system. I found out that there are constantly these transactions between banks. So what did I do? I siphoned a few pennies off each transaction. You know how many transactions there is a day? Way too many to count. Millions.
Within a week, I had millions of dollars. I racked over a billion dollars in all. So then I took most of it and paid a lot of people's student loans and medical bills. I didn't just hoard it all to myself. I did, however, hide a lot of money all over the place. In foreign banks, cryptos, and all over the internet.
However, you can't steal that large amount of money without someone noticing. It took them a month to trace it to me, however, after a month I was finally arrested. However, it wasn't all that bad at first. The media called me a modern-day Robin Hood. I took that as a compliment. I did after all steal from the rich and gave to the poor. They weren't able to take back the money that I gave away and neither could they find the money I hid. At least not all of it. I had a good few million dollars stashed away. Of course, I was sentenced to 10 years in prison with a chance of parole with good behavior. I should've gotten twenty for my crime, but the judge took pity on me. I think he also had a relative who had some college debt I paid off.
Now here I am, dragged off to prison. However, something went wrong with my transfer papers and a mistake was made, sending me to maximum security prison instead of the typical low-security prison someone with a non-violent crime like mine would get sent to. And that's how I ended up in a cell with a straight-up killer like Varrien.
My heart raced as I was introduced to my cellmate. Varrien is a mountain. I barely come up to his chest. He takes a glance at me and licks his lips. "Let me explain how things go in here, white boy. A little femboy like you won't last here. They're going to extort you, rape you, and turn your ass out. Luckily for you, you were put in a cell with me. I'll make you a deal. You can be my prison wife. My little sissy bitch, and I'll protect you. That means you belong to me. I own your ass. You'll dress like my little girl. You'll eat from my hand. Keep my cell clean. Sleep in my bed and worship my dick. In exchange, no one will hurt you. No one will even look at you without fearing my wrath. Everyone knows if they mess with me, they end up dead."
I swallow the lump in my throat and pull at my collar. He stares at me up and down. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you some time to decide. But if you get hit up by some gangbangers and come to me for help, I'll take it you made up your mind and accepted the role of my bitch. Now, I'm going to chow hall. It's lunchtime and I'm hungry."
With that, he left the cell, leaving me all alone. I raced out to follow him to get some food. I was starving. I wasn't sure if I should tell him that I have millions of dollars hidden away or not. I was afraid for my life. As I walked down that hallway, passing cells, men cat call at me. Whistling and calling me all sorts of emasculating names. "Hey baby, you want some dick?"
"Look at this girl?" A big Mexican man said.
I looked up and a crazy-looking white man steps up to me. "You need a man?"
I quickly shook my head no and rushed past him to catch up to Varrian. My hands were shaking at this point as we entered the chow hall. I got in line after Varrien as we got food.
A man who I came to know as Dailyn Morris, the leader of the Savage Mafia gang who was just as big as Varrien but with a big fat gut walked up to me. A girl with a black eye is next to him. No. Not a girl, but a femboy like me dressed like a girl. She looks terrified as she holds onto this man's turned-out pocket. Her eyes never leave the floor. He looks over at Varrien and then at me. "Is this your white boy, Varrien?"
Varrien smiled. "Not yet, but he will be."
"Is that so? He's a fine-ass thing. Got a nice booty. Why don't you drop them pants and show me that ass?" He steps up to me and my heart leaps out of my chest. I look around as most of the other people in the chow hall stop to look at us. Does he seriously want me to drop my pants in front of everyone? This is insane.
I look up at Varrien, pleading for help. He only shrugs. The look says it all. If I asked him for help, I'm essentially submitting to be his bitch. "Well? You gonna show me that ass or am I going to pull them trousers down myself and teach you your place?"
With tears in my eyes, I pulled down my pants and showed him my ass. He rubs his hands together and smacks his lips together. "God damn. You're coming in my cell later and I'm going to bust them cheeks. Fuck you good. I need another whore like you. You'd make me good money when I turn your ass out. Come sit by me. I'll take good care of you. Ain't that right, Eva?"
The girl holding his pocket quickly looks up and frantically shakes her head. "Yes, daddy will take care of you."
"So? What'll it be? You gonna come sit on my lap and be my little sissy girl?" the man asks as he steps up to me. Tears covered my eyes as I looked around for help. I met Varien's glare and pleaded for help. I realized I had to make a choice. Either be this man's whore and end up like the girl holding onto his pocket. God only knew what she's gone through. Or I could accept Varrien's deal and become his wife.
