"You are going open your mouth and keep open until I pull my cock out of it. Now get on your knees Prud."
It used to be that we'd call girls who slept around whores. Then we elected a president by popular vote who, by the time his four year term was up, had completely eliminated the idea of "for the people by the people". Our democracy had been dismantled and now our government is run by a bunch of boot licking men who do our Supreme Leader's bidding. The first thing the SL did was clean up the streets by legalizing prostitution. He took all the whores, put them up in high end low rent apartments and subsidized their income. Suddenly it was cool to be a whore. So much so, that now, if you want to legally sell your body for money you have to apply for a permit through the federal government. By the time penial code 12.907.2 was past the newest derogatory name for a woman was not cunt or pussy, but Prud. Society had fully embraced the ideal that woman who were not openly sexual and willing to bow to the desires of a man were "less than."
I push myself up and holding back the tears open my mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed. The officer pulls himself out then reaches over to the table and picks up the small paper cup that holds several unidentifiable pills. He pours the pills into my mouth than slams his cock into the back of my throat. I gag and try to escape his assult but his fingers are woven through my hair and quickly changes from jamming himself into my mouth to shoving my head back and forth on his member. I have to close my eyes as the shaking of my noggin starts making me dizzy. As soon as he has cum he pulls out. Pinching my nose shut he quickly covers my mouth.
"Swallow it!"
I stop fighting and work the pills and his cum down my throat. He lets me go and I sink to the floor in a kneeling position.
"I can feed your pills like this every meal until your court date or you can simply swallow them with the accompanying glass of water. Your choice. Now, back to your corner."
When he finally leaves I turn around and find that he has taken my cup of water with him. I was hoping to sip it until lunch came. I go over to the sink and try to turn on the water but he has turned the valve off. The only water I have access to is in the urinal and although I don't relish the thought of the taste of this guy in my mouth all day, I'm not that desperate.
I sit on my hard plastic bed all day and stare at a large red clock clicking down the minutes. When I had crawled over to the cot and pulled my abused self up I noticed it for the first time. The clock read 74:07. When the next knock comes the clock reads 64:37. It's been nine hours of sitting here waiting for what is presumably my dinner. I am famished.
As the guard leaves he says, "I was told to remind you to finish everything." As he emphasize the word "everything," I realize this is a completely different guard than this morning. They must work in shifts.
Dinner is exactly the same as breakfast. Yay, three more days of tasteless food. I swallow the cup of water in a single gulp then decide to test a theory. I eat my grits trying to pretend that they taste like maple and brown sugar oatmeal, and leave the cup of pills behind. I'm not keen on taking pills I know nothing about. I try the sink before returning to my corner. Still nothing.
When the guard enters I hear him walk to the table and retrieve the tray then the clicking of hard soled shoes head away from me. Excellent, it's only the bruiser that plans on shoving my pills down my throat via his ego.
"You are not released. Keep your face in that corner until you are told you can do otherwise." The door clicks shut behind him.
I wait for what seems an eternity in my corner until the door opens again. Heavy heels click across the room and fingers tangle themselves in my hair before yanking. When I'm finally released I'm looking up at my morning guard. Best laid plans. I should have know better. I raise up on my knees ready to receive my force fed pills.
The guard grabs my jaw and pinches so hard I have no choice but to open my mouth.
"So, you made your decision then. Well, it seems my hands are full. Reach up and unbuckle my belt then pull out your new friend," he jeers.
With shaking hands I do as I'm told and as soon as I have member out of his pants, he pours the pills in my mouth and proceeds to face fuck me. When he's finished and satisfied that I have swallowed his cum, he pinches my jaw open again and runs a finger around the inside of my mouth.
"Need to be sure that an ill behaved Prud like you isn't cheeking her pills," he says pulling his finger out of my mouth and wiping it on my cheek. He lets me go and I drop to the ground. "I'll see you in the morning. I know my cock is looking forward to it." He says and walks out the door.
Because I was stupid enough to try his limits, his penis will become my new best friend over the next three days. I'm given water with my meals but my pills don't show up until after I'm done eating. No matter who brings me my meal the bruiser always shows up with his little paper cup and rock hard member ready to ram my pills down my throat and leave me with the taste of him in my mouth until my next meal.
