Author's Note: This is the first part in what I'm hoping will be a longer series taking place in the same prison. Most parts will be longer and more extensive than this one; think of this as a prologue and tell me if you want me to continue.
The alarm rang at 6AM as it always did. Before becoming an inmate, I was never a morning person, but the prison had changed me- at least every other day.
The metal chains that bound me spread-eagle to my top bunk receded, as they always did, at exactly 6AM. I stretched my arms and legs, still slightly sore from the relentless pounding from the phalluses at the foot of my bed- one for my pussy, and one for my ass. I had gotten used to them slightly since entering the prison, but every night on the top bunk, they pounded just a little harder, just a little deeper, and the dildos were just a little thicker and longer. Some of the girls who had been here longer were consistently fucked by dildos roughly the size and length of the guards' forearms.
The little vibrator on my clit, which had been buzzing nonstop since 6:30 the previous morning, started to die down a little. This was the cue to wake my roommate; if I did not succeed in doing so, I would be forced to endure the same torture for another 24 hours.
I slowly climbed down the stairs to the bottom bunk to find my roommate still asleep. She was a heavy sleeper; no matter how loud the alarm was, she was always back to sleep within seconds. At first this presented a significant challenge, but after all this time in the prison, I had gotten to know her, and know what worked to wake her up.
The first thing I did was take advantage of her slothfulness and drag her out of bed and into the top bunk. Being a foot shorter and at least twenty-five pounds lighter than me, she was easy to lift. By the time she started to come to and squirm, I already had her arms and legs stretched out, and pressed the button on the side of the bed for the cuffs to reappear, binding her completely.
