A Susan Story - Jailhouse Whore 2

(EDITOR'S NOTE: This is Part 2 of a standalone story about Black Cock Whore Susan who is depicted in my Fantasy Out of Control stories. In this episode, she accidentally ends up as a whore in a men's maximum security prison. Her cunt, ass, and mouth get well used daily over years. This is pure sex. She's a whore doing what whores do. All characters of 18 years of age.)

The warden stood by the window, staring out at the prison yard below. Inmates milled about, some engaged in games, others clustered in groups, their eyes scanning for potential trouble or opportunity. His fingers drummed lightly on the windowsill as he contemplated his next move.

"It's time to see what she's really made of," the warden said to himself.

He picked up the phone and dialed the head guard, his voice calm and cold.

"Send her out to the yard today. Let's see how she handles it."

There was a pause on the other end, a moment of hesitation before the guard's voice crackled back.

"Understood, sir," said the guard. "Should we... prepare her first?"

"No. Let her go as she is. I want to see what the inmates do without any interference," the warden replied. "Just keep a close eye on the situation."

"Yes, sir."

Susan was led out of the cell she'd spent the night in, her heart pounding as she realized where they were taking her. The yard. She had heard the stories, the whispered rumors from other inmates about what happened there, especially to someone like her--a small, naked, vulnerable white woman in a prison dominated by hardened criminals. She knew she was a black cock whore. She understood what she was meant for. But sometimes being used hard was scary. Sometimes the cocks were too big. Mostly they weren't.

As the heavy metal door clanged shut behind her, Susan felt the eyes of the inmates on her immediately. Her cunt was still swollen and red from being fucked half the night. The yard was a sprawling expanse of concrete and dirt, surrounded by high fences topped with razor wire. Inmates were scattered throughout, some lifting weights, others playing basketball, but now, all attention was on her.

She hesitated for a moment, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Her naked tits bounced as she walk, the red and swollen nipples hard from being sucked, twisted, and bit. The sun beat down on her, adding to the uncomfortable heat already radiating from the concrete beneath her feet. The guards who had escorted her out moved away, leaving her alone in the center of the yard.

The first to approach her was a group of three men, their bodies rippling with muscle, their skin dark and glistening with sweat. They circled her like predators, their eyes raking over her form with barely concealed hunger.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Fresh meat in the yard?", said the first inmate.

"Looks like the warden's letting us have a little fun today," the second one piped in.

Susan took a step back, her throat dry, but there was nowhere to go. The yard was filled with danger, no matter which direction she turned. The men closed in on her, their hands already reaching out to touch, to grab. The men looked up at the towers for permission and got nods. Good to go.

Suddenly, a loud whistle cut through the air, and the men halted, turning to see a larger group approaching. This was a gang, clearly the dominant force in the yard. Their leader, a massive black man with tattoos covering his arms and neck, walked with a swagger that spoke of absolute confidence and control.

"Back off. She's mine," said the gang leader.

The three men stepped aside without protest, recognizing the authority of the gang leader. He stepped up to Susan, his dark eyes boring into hers, and for a moment, she saw something flicker in his gaze--something between amusement and lust.

"Looks like the warden's given us a gift," the gang leader said. "Let's see what you're made of, whore."

He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her towards a shaded area where several other gang members were lounging. They watched with interest as their leader pushed Susan down onto her knees in the dirt.

She knew what was coming, her body already trembling in anticipation. The leader unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, erect cock. Without a word, he grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth onto him, his grip unyielding as he thrust deep into her throat.

Susan gagged but fought to keep control, using the skills she had been forced to develop over her years in prison. The taste of salt and sweat filled her senses as she worked her mouth up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips sliding over the shaft.

The gang leader grunted in approval, his hips moving faster as he used her mouth, his hands gripping her hair tightly. The other gang members watched, some of them starting to touch themselves as they waited for their turn. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mixing with the leader's harsh breathing and Susan's muffled gasps.

When he finally came, he held her head still, forcing her to swallow every drop. The taste of his cum was bitter and strong, and Susan struggled not to choke as he pulled out of her mouth. She barely had time to catch her breath before the next gang member stepped forward, unzipping his pants and presenting his cock to her.

Later that afternoon the warden watched the events unfold on the security feed, a satisfied smile on his face. He had expected chaos, but the gang leader had quickly asserted control, turning the situation into something even more twisted than he had imagined.

"Interesting... she's stronger than I thought," he mused.

By the time the sun had set, Susan was a wreck. Her body was covered in bruises and scratches, her knees raw from the rough concrete. She had been used repeatedly, her mouth, pussy, and ass all taken by the gang members until she was left barely conscious, her mind a haze of exhaustion. And a dozen orgasms that shook her body time after time.

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The prison's common area buzzed with an uneasy energy as the inmates gathered for the evening's event. The warden, a towering figure with a steely gaze, presided over the assembly, a cold smile playing on his lips. Beside him stood Susan, her small frame and pallid skin starkly contrasting with the grim surroundings. She was completely naked, her humiliation on full display.

She was a whore, worthless in all ways but for what was between her legs. Her cunt was what gave her any value -- that and her mouth and asshole. In all her time there, nobody had asked her how she was, involved her in conversation, or checked to see if she felt okay. She was fucked through several cases of the flu, pneumonia, a broken ankle, pregnancies, and her menstrual cycle.

Inmates were grouped in a semi-circle, their faces a mix of anticipation and cruelty. The warden held up a large glass, the bottom covered with a thick, opaque liquid. Two guards had jerked off into the glass. He made sure that every inmate could see what was inside, the glass catching the dim light of the prison's harsh fluorescent bulbs.

"Tonight," the warden announced, his voice echoing through the space, "we have a special challenge for our guest of honor."

Susan's heart pounded in her chest. She stood silently, trying to suppress her growing dread. The warden continued, his tone almost cheerful. "Susan here will be participating in a rather unique experience. She will be drinking from this glass, but first, she will earn every drop."

With a curt nod, the warden signaled for the first inmate to step forward. The inmate, a burly man with a menacing grin, approached Susan. He reached for her, guiding her to her knees before him. The other inmates watched eagerly as Susan's expression shifted from fear to resignation.

One by one, the inmates took turns. Susan sucked them off, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and exertion. After each inmate's turn, they contributed to filling the glass, adding to the already substantial volume of the liquid. The process was methodical, almost ritualistic, and the atmosphere was charged with a sense of grim satisfaction.

As the final inmate finished and stepped back, the glass was nearly overflowing. The warden held it up, his gaze fixed on Susan with an unsettling mix of expectation and dominance.

"Now, Susan," he said, "it's time for the final part of the challenge."

Susan's stomach churned as she took the glass from the warden. She knew what was expected of her. It's not as if she didn't suck cock and swallow cum every day of the week. With trembling hands, she lifted the glass to her lips. The liquid was warm and viscous, a taste that was both familiar and, in such quantity, unpleasant. As she drank, the taste was overwhelming--bitter, salty, and acrid. Each swallow felt like a physical violation, a testament to her complete lack of control.

Her body reacted instinctively, a combination of revulsion and an unexpected, involuntary arousal coursing through her. The liquid settled heavily in her stomach, a reminder of her debasement. But she knew it would be digested quickly and in some cosmic irony, the seed from the inmates would become part of her, feeding and nurturing the cells that made up her body. The experience was both physically and emotionally draining, each gulp a reminder of her powerlessness.

The warden watched her closely, his satisfaction evident as Susan finished the glass. She stood there, naked and exposed, her face flushed with a mix of shame and exhaustion. But her always engorged cunt was glistening and a droplet formed and plunked on the concrete. The inmates clapped and cheered, their approval a bitter echo of her humiliation.

As the final echoes of the evening's event faded, the prison's common area returned to its usual somber quiet. The warden had left, leaving Susan to face the aftermath of her humiliating ordeal. The inmates, still buzzing from the spectacle they had witnessed, looked at Susan with a mix of anticipation and eagerness.

Susan was led to a corner of the common area, her naked form still trembling from the ordeal. The guards, following the warden's instructions, began to disperse the remaining inmates throughout the cell blocks, leaving Susan in the care of a select few.

The selected inmates, their satisfaction evident in their demeanor, approached Susan. They were granted a limited amount of time with her before lights out, a final opportunity to assert their dominance and pleasure. Each interaction was designed to further humiliate and objectify her.

As the inmates took their turns fucking her cunt and ass, Susan experienced a range of sensations, both physical and emotional. The physical acts were a continuation of the earlier degradation, each touch and penetration a reminder of her lack of control. The psychological impact was even more profound--she was subjected to a continuous barrage of humiliation, her body and mind pushed to their limits. What bothered her most was that she enjoyed it. She lived to orgasm. Food and orgasming. Food to give her the energy to orgasm.

Susan's responses were a mix of involuntary reactions and mental turmoil. The constant stimulation led to a series of overwhelming orgasms, each one a manifestation of the extreme situation she found herself in. For the inmates, the experience was one of asserting power and domination, their pleasure derived from both the physical acts and the emotional control they wielded over her. And big black men cuming in a tiny white whore was the ultimate experieince. You never knew if your seed would take or not.

Throughout the night, the sense of powerlessness and degradation intensified for Susan. The physical sensations were compounded by a deep sense of shame and humiliation. Each encounter was a reminder of her complete lack of autonomy, the cumulative effect of the evening's events leaving her emotionally and physically spent. She hated it. But she loved it. Or at least her body loved it and couldn't get enough cock.

As lights out approached, Susan was left in a state of exhaustion. The constant degradation and forced stimulation had taken a toll on her, leaving her in a vulnerable, disoriented state. The inmates returned to their cells, their expressions a mixture of satisfaction and indifference, while Susan was left alone briefly with her thoughts and feelings.

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Susan had learned quickly that the warden's control over her extended far beyond the confines of his office. Each day, she was paraded through the prison like a prized possession, her body offered up to the inmates as a reward for good behavior. The warden decided who would get their turn, his cold eyes always watching to ensure that his orders were followed to the letter.

It started in the common area. A large, open space where the inmates gathered during the day, was filled with tables, benches, and a few exercise machines. At first, Susan had been horrified when the warden made her kneel in the center of the room, naked and exposed for all to see. But the shock of being on display had quickly been replaced by something else--a twisted sense of arousal that she couldn't control.

Inmates gathered around her, their eyes gleaming with anticipation as they waited for their turn. The warden stood nearby, his arms crossed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the scene. He picked out the ones he deemed 'deserving,' those who had kept their noses clean or had done favors for him.

"She's all yours, boys," the warden announced, his voice dripping with authority. "Make sure you show her the proper respect."

The first inmate stepped forward, his rough hands grabbing Susan's head and forcing her mouth open. There was no hesitation as he pushed his big cock past her lips, groaning as he felt the warmth of her mouth envelop him. Susan gagged slightly but kept going, her hands bracing herself on the floor as she focused on pleasing him. The warden had made it clear that her performance would dictate her treatment, and she couldn't afford to fail.

As her mouth was occupied by a big, black cock, another inmate knelt behind her, his hands spreading her thighs as he positioned himself at her cunt. The stretch was familiar by now, and Susan couldn't stop the moan that escaped her throat as he filled her, the sensation of being taken from both ends igniting a shameful arousal deep within her.

It didn't stop there. Throughout the day, Susan was passed from one inmate to another, her body used in every conceivable way. Her cunt, mouth, and even her little asshole became tools for their pleasure, and despite the degradation, she couldn't help the way her body responded. Orgasms ripped through her with increasing frequency, each one more intense than the last, until she was a quivering, sweaty mess, barely able to think beyond the next wave of pleasure.

There were no private rooms for her encounters. The common area, the showers, even empty cells--all became places where Susan was made to service the inmates. The warden would sometimes watch, making notes on her performance, a twisted grin on his face as he saw how thoroughly she had been broken.

By the time night fell, Susan was exhausted, her body aching from the relentless use it had endured. But there was no rest for her. Each night, she was sent to a different cell, where a new inmate awaited her, eager to claim his prize. She knew what was expected of her and complied without hesitation, her mind a haze of submission and arousal.

And each night, as she lay there in the dark, feeling the inmate's hot breath on her skin and the weight of his body pressing her into the thin mattress, Susan couldn't help but wonder how much more she could take. Deep down, she knew that this was her life, her body no longer her own, but a tool for the warden's control--a means to maintain order in the prison, one orgasm at a time. She realized belatedly that she would always have become a whore. One way or another. She knew now that when she was created, her destiny was to lay on her back with her legs spread in offering. She tried to remember what her husband Jack looked like, but she couldn't conjure up his face.

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Every few days, Susan was led to the guards' lounge--a dimly lit room with worn-out sofas and a lingering scent of cheap cologne. The guards would be waiting, their eyes gleaming with anticipation as she was brought before them, naked and vulnerable.

The warden had made it clear that keeping the guards happy was just as important as maintaining order among the inmates. And so, Susan had become their plaything, a reward for their loyalty and hard work. As she entered the room, the door clicking shut behind her, she could already feel the heat building between her legs, a shameful response to what was about to happen.

"Get on your knees, cunt," one of the guards growled, his voice rough with anticipation. He was a towering man, his skin dark and glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. Susan obeyed without hesitation, dropping to her knees on the cold, hard floor.

Her pussy was already wet, the slickness between her thighs betraying her arousal. She hated how her body responded, but after years of being used, she couldn't help it. The guards knew it too, and they took full advantage, their hands immediately diving between her legs to feel the warmth and moisture there. Everyone knew what she tasted like. It was talked about in numerous conversations. Her pussy juice was coveted as much as her milk.

"Look at how wet she is," another guard chuckled, his thick fingers sliding easily into her dripping pussy. "This slut loves it."

They passed her around like a toy, each one eager to have a turn with her mouth, pussy, or ass. The first guard unzipped his pants, his cock already hard and throbbing as he shoved it into her mouth. Susan could barely fit him all in, her lips stretching around the girth of his shaft as he began to thrust, forcing her to take him deeper with every stroke.

"That's it, bitch," he groaned, his hands gripping her hair as he fucked her mouth. "Take it all. You know you want it."

Susan's eyes watered as she gagged on his cock, but she didn't resist. She had learned long ago that resistance only made things worse. Instead, she focused on pleasing him, her tongue swirling around his length as she sucked him eagerly, her arousal growing with every degrading word he spat at her.

Behind her, another guard positioned himself at her pussy, his cock pressing against her wet folds. He was large--much larger than any of the inmates she had serviced--and the stretch was almost painful as he pushed inside her. But the pain quickly gave way to pleasure, her cunt clenching around him as he filled her completely, the slickness of her pussy making it easy for him to move in and out.

"Fuck, she's tight," he grunted, his hips slamming against her ass as he drove into her again and again. Susan moaned around the cock in her mouth, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through the guard she was servicing. She was caught between them, her body used by both men as they took their pleasure from her, one thrusting into her cunt while the other fucked her throat.

The other guards watched, their phones out as they recorded every second, capturing the sight of Susan being thoroughly used. They took selfies, grinning as they posed with their cocks buried deep inside her, their hands gripping her breasts or pulling her hair. The videos would be shared later, spreading among the guards as a reminder of the fun they had with the warden's favorite toy.

Hours passed as they took turns with her, making sure to use every part of her body. Her pussy was stretched and slick with their cum, her ass sore from the relentless pounding it had taken, and her throat raw from being fucked so deeply. But through it all, Susan's body continued to respond, her cunt dripping with arousal as orgasm after orgasm tore through her, leaving her a quivering, breathless mess.