The cell guard hollered to the block captain, and my door slid shut with a loud clank.
No sooner had the guard turned to return to his post, but my new cellmate advanced on me. His fist drove up into my stomach with a dull thud. My ribs erupted in pain and the air whooshed out of me as I doubled over in pain, not sure whether to vomit, pass out, or cry. I'd been in my cell for a grand total of forty-five seconds before he set upon me. As I fell to the ground, he quickly slid behind me, and put arm across my neck and began to choke me. My vision began to narrow and lungs began to spasm when he released me just enough to catch a fast breath before he reapplied pressure.
I felt his hot breath on my ear as he spoke quietly to me, "Listen closely Susie, you're mine now. I don't give shit what your name is, what your story is, or why you are here. What I do know is that you're in my space, which makes you mine. From now on you will call me Daddy. You read me?"
I tried to get some leverage against the bunks and kick out. He gripped my neck harder, pulled me away from my foothold and began to squeeze in earnest. I clawed at his face as my vision narrowed and I passed out.
Several minutes later I stirred aware with a screaming headache, and realized that I was naked. The sick fuck had taken my clothes. I also felt a revolting pain in my ass, like I had soiled myself. My hands were tightly tied to the corner of my bunk.
"Oh hi beautiful, you're awake," my cellmate cooed at me as if we already knew each other and were an item. My stomach turned and I glared.
"You sick fuck, what the fuck did you do to me?" the words came tumbling out of my mouth as panic set in. My rectum had something sticking out of it, my clothes were gone, and I was tied naked to a bed.
My cellmate smiled.
"Well, since you're mine now, I went ahead and had a look you. When I saw how tight your little playhole was, I figured I would begin getting you ready to fuck. What you feel back there is a little gift from me. It's a soap dildo, and you'd better believe that it's a lot smaller than the things you'll be riding soon. I expect you to keep that in place until I tell you release it. Now, are you going to be a good little bitch, or do I need to put you down for a nap again?"
This was my first stent in state prison. I kept fucking up and I finally hit the jackpot. I earned a stay of three to five for repeat theft offenses. I can't say why I liked stealing, but I did, and it had finally cost me everything. My girlfriend, my job, even my family. I had a decent life before, same struggles as most, but now that was all gone, at least for the next few years. And now here I am, helpless, hurting, and violated.
I guess I didn't answer quickly enough for him because he set on me again. This time I defended myself by pulling my legs up to my chest and try to kick him. When I did, I felt the soap dildo slide out of my rectum and his hand latch onto my balls. I managed to kick him in the chest, and bring my ass some relief, but when I kicked him he didn't budge, which was probably good since he was now holding my testicles with a lasso grip. He spread my legs to either side of him, kept my balls in his hand and moved in close. My eyes were wide with fear as he squeezed. Hard.
I squealed and my eyes began to water, and my forehead began to sweat. He kept squeezing until I started retching. I noticed that he was wearing his prison denims with the shirt open, and I could smell mint gum on his breath as he started to talk. He let go enough that I could listen to him without squealing.
"Now I'm not sure how long you're here, but it's going to feel like forever if you don't start getting with the program. You are mine now. That's good news and bad news. The good news is that I got a bit of juice up in here, and other guys aren't going to mess with you unless I give the order. The bad news is that you're gonna do who and what I want, when I want. I am now your Daddy. You got that?"
I shuddered at his calm tone, and tried to slide backward, but had nowhere to go. He kept holding my testicles, but extended a couple of fingers down to my asshole and gently rubbed them back and forth along the puckered outside. I had never been touched by a man in a sexual way before, but I had to admit that at least it didn't hurt. In fact it felt good. My cocked jumped a little bit and began to stiffen, and he pulled his fingers back and smirked.
"Heh. I knew I had you pegged. You are going to be a good little toy aren't you?"
I didn't respond, so he squeezed my balls, "Aren't you?"
I felt humiliation and pain like I never had before, and I had to make the pain go away. "Yes sir," I said, and then he reached back free hand and slapped me.
