Penal Reform

Chapter 1

Most of all, you feel loathsome.

She betrayed you with another.

You killed them.

The judge sentenced you to sexual reprogramming.

The press gave it the moniker, "Penile Reform."

You sit jostled by the prison van, and your breasts vibrate like gelatin from the rough road. You can't see beyond the white metal sheet put over the window. You and the other prisoners look like a motley group of denim and white cotton.

Moans fill the van as the other prisoners jerk off. A rumor exists that cocks are bound in a chastity cage.

A Latina sits next to you. Her cock is big enough for her to slip between her voluptuous breasts such that the tip pokes out between them so she can suck herself. You wish you had as big a cock and tits to do that yourself.

Between drinks of orgasms, she asks you the basic information. Why you had been arrested, where you came from, etc.

You tell her about your lover and she says,

"I have a subbie back home. She likes the pain of my cock in her pussy. When she's naughty, I make her spit on it before I ram it up her ass. I'd kill her too if she cheated on me... but I guess that relationship is over now. I'm not getting fucked. I've never given a blowjob, I've never taken it in the pussy, and I will never ever take it up the butt!"

You say,

"I'm sure there are ways they force you to submit."

The Latina looks down at her tits. Her cock hid in them like a prairie dog in its burrow.

She says,

"They don't hire guards unless their cocks are at least seven inches long. I've never had it in any of my holes before."

You ask her what she was sentenced to and she says,

"Butt and mouth."

You say,

"I was sentenced to triple. Twice a day for each count."

The Latina says,

"Damn! I've only got it once a day! I can't imagine twice!"

Her glans peaks out from between her breasts again, and the Latina resumes blowing herself.

You unzip your jeans, pull out your dick, and spit in your hand and rub to the sight. You work your fingers inside your pussy to trigger your g-spot.

A blast of bliss goes off in your head as bolts of cum lay siege to the back of the chair in front of you.

The van stops and the door slides open and guards come in screaming. They flail cattle prods about and zap everyone whose genitals are exposed.

Screams and groans erupt from the prisoners and you stuff your genitals back in your pants quick.

The Latina is not so lucky. A guard grabs her cock and says,

"So we've got a big one here!"

The Latina says,

"Hey boss! Don't do anything! I'll be good!"

Another guard holds her in the seat, as the other drags the cattle prod up and down the belly of her cock and then pokes her balls.

She says,

"Dios mio! Stop!"

The guard says,

"If you like cumming so much, why don't you cum for us now?"

She says,

"It hurts too much!"

The guard presses the prod into the Latina's balls again, holding it there until a huge load erupts out of her.

They force everyone up and down the walkway of the van and down the steps to a hallway. Fetters rub your ankles raw as you all run while the guards threaten with prods.

To your right is cement and to your left is black glass. Above, lights which look like they belong in a mine shaft keep the dark in the margins of the tunnel in soft dusty shadows.

You see prisoners are removed from their chains and taken to a bright white room.

Eventually it is your turn, and as she unlocks your bonds, the clerk says,

"Just do as you're told prisoner!"

A couple guards pull you into the room.

A read head orders you to strip, and you do so in fearful haste.

A muscular blond presses her hands on your back to bend you over a metal table in the room.

You hear the redhead say,

"I'm gonna look for contraband. Don't you dare shit on me!"

You feel cold gel rubbed about your asshole and vagina. Fingers enter your vagina, and then stretch its lips.

As abruptly as they got in, the fingers leave, and poke into your ass.

You gasp from the feeling of defecation this gives you, and you worry that you shit yourself.

The guards laugh at your gasp, knowing what it was for, and the blonde says,

"If you've been brought to this block, get ready for a whole lot more of that feeling!"

The redhead says,

"I can't wait for it to be my turn to be in this tight butt! Hopefully it won't be loosened by the time I get to you!"

She pulls her fingers out, and the blonde grabs hold of you and forces your mouth open, and slips her fingers around between your lips and gums and shines a light while holding down your tongue with her thumb, and you taste the latex.

She says,

"No contraband inside this one!"

The blonde pours ice water over your cock.

You yelp and try to get away, but the redhead takes hold of your arms and locks them behind your back with hers so you can't escape.

You feel a cold steel device slipped on your cock and hear a click.

You look down at the stainless steel cage which is a series of rings gripping your cock held together by bars which curve down so your limp penis hugs your balls.

A ring too small for even one testicle to slip out of, pinches your scrotum under your cock. You can't get your genitals free.

The blonde guard says,

"Now you can't bust a nut without our permission!"

She smacks your ass as she pushes you into the custody of another guard who puts a steel collar around your neck and fastens it in place. This one is an Asian woman with blue eyes and thick black hair put up in a bun.

She leads you up a flight of stairs which seem eternal, only to make you descend another flight just as arduous.

Finally, she takes you into the courtyard and you get your first look at your new home.

You dance about on the concrete as it burns your soles which angers your escort and she orders you to stop being a pain in the ass.

You see you came from a tower and around you are cells with glass doors glowing with light. You try to count how many stories there are. Sixteen it looks like. The sky blares with the presence of the noon sun. Nearly all the cells are full of prisoners who completely naked like you.

You look at your collar and it reads,

"BD16098"

The guard pulls you up the stairs and you see others put into cells as you ascend the tower, and you get tired, but the guard yells at you to keep going or get shocked.

Finally you reach the very last level of the prison, and the guard drags you around the cell block until you reach a room above which is an engraved number matching that on your collar.

She throws you in and shuts the glass door behind you, and all noise and the heat of the sun are all taken away in an instant.

At first you think about how pleasant it is to be out of the heat, but you notice how small your cell is -- then you think about how long you'll be there, and your gut sinks.

You nearly have a panic attack.

The prison curves gradually, and the cells which are in your line of sight are too far away to actually see the prisoners inside them.

You cannot avoid the tower's direct gaze with its shaded windows. You cannot see inside, but you realize someone can see you in your nakedness.

You try to see the sky, but an overhang blocks your view.

You touch the steel cage fastened around your penis, and you try to find a way to open it, but there is only a small hole where a key goes, and you'd have to spaghettify each testicle to fit them in the ring shackling your scrotum.

You look around your cell. There is a foam mat glued on the floor to your right. There is no pillow or sheet or blanket.

The left wall bears a square nook which you look into to see two steel tubes protruding from the top over a steel sink bowl.

You put your hands under the spout on the left and a foamy soap comes out. The one near the center lets out a laminar stream of water cold enough to sting your hands which throb from the constriction of your blood vessels.

To the rear of the cell, a metal toilet sits, and a roll of toilet paper hangs from a steal holder fastened to the wall with the sink.

You put your hands under the sink and drink the water.

You lay on the foam mat which hardly protects you against the concrete floor and try to rest, but have to cover your eyes from the bright white light which glows from the whole ceiling.

You stand back up and tap the light. The same bullet proof glass that keeps you in the cell protects the ceiling from your knuckles if you were to try and break it.

This is your life now.

You lay face down with your forearm over your eyes and exhaustion takes you to sleep.

You wake the loud buzz of an alarm.

A voice says,

"Take a handful of soap and go out to the shower!"

You put your hands under the soap dispenser, and the cell door opens outward.

You notice the heat of the day and how fast the glass doors swung.

You step out into the walkway and the doors of the cells make walls between you and the other prisoners.

The one to the left is an African and the one to your right is another Latina.

Neither notice you.

The voice says,

"Lather up and get ready for the water!"

You hastily rub the soap all over your hair and body, and are surprised by how much it lathers. You are able to cover your whole body and lather it into your long hair.

A glass door slides down, locking you out of your cell, and water comes out of the overhang. It hits you at high pressure and freezing temperature.

You bang against the glass, panicked by the cold relentless rain.

You can hear the muffled laughter of your neighbors as they watch you flail about, but you notice they shiver and shake from the cold as well.

You rub the soap off your body.

Just as you finish, the water turns off, and the cell reopens and you go in.

The main door swings back slamming in place leaving no time to go into another prisoner's cell, which you fear someone will do to you.

Then you see them.

The guards go to cells and open them.

You can tell the guards are bare assed and thrusting.

You wonder when it will be your turn.

Just as you wonder this, the muscular blonde stands in front of your cell, and opens the door.

You see she has a sizable erection which proves seven inches must be the lower bound for guards here.

She throws you a towel and holds a bag and tube and says,

"Get dry. It's time to get you prepped for a real rough fucking!"

Behind her you see the Asian and the redhead who also have erect cocks just about as sizable as the blonde's.

The blonde says,

"I am Officer Rhonda, this is Officer Kim, and the beautiful ginger is Officer Marla."

You say nothing.

Officer Kim and Officer Marla walk into the cell and heir jack boots clomp on the concrete. They take hold of your arms and hold you face down on the mat as Officer Rhonda sticks something in your ass.

She says,

"Hold the liquid in until I tell you to release!"

You feel cold water go in your ass, and you let out a cry as you cramp.

Then you feel the urge.

Rhonda says,

"Okay, get the bitch to the toilet!"

Kim and Marla pick you up and sit you on the toilet.

You let out the liquid.

Rhonda says,

"Hey bitch! I told you to hold it 'till I said!"

You say,

"I'm sorry."

She grabs your chin and looks into your eyes with her burning blue irises and says,

"Shut the fuck up, and get your ass back in the air! You've got two more flushes before we get this party started!"

Marla and Kim shove you back down, but this time in a prostrate position with your ass up.

You feel the tube and the water again.

You feel the urge again.

This time you wait.

Then you squirm on the toilet.

Rhonda mocks you asking,

"Is it hard to hold it? Do you want to release... Well too bad! Hold 'till I say!"

You panic and say,

"Please! I can't hold it!".

Rhonda looks down at her cock and says,

"Okay, fine. We've got fucking to get to, so let it out bitch!"

You moan as the water comes out, and as soon as the sound of trickle stops, Kim and Marla have you back in position for another enema.

Rhonda orders you to let it out as soon as the others set you back on the toilet.

Rhonda slathers lube on her cock which glistens in the ceiling light.

She lays down on the mat with her head rested on her hands and the others grab your legs and pick you off your feet and hold you over her cock.

You protest saying,

"I've never been sodomized before!"

You feel Rhonda's hot glans press through your sphincter and into your rectum.

You let out a cry as her girth stretches you wide and her length straightens your rectum.

You gasp saying,

"Your impaling me!"

Marla renders your words incoherent with a ring gag.

She moves her cock in position.

You can't shut your mouth and Marla slips her penis down to your throat. You taste she sodomized someone before this session. You begin to wretch, but she holds your head steady, and goes all the way down to her balls.

She pulls out of your throat and you pull air from your nose.

A set of hands fondles your caged cock and balls to move them away from your pussy, and Kim puts herself inside your vagina.

The three guards buck their hips. Their cocks bruise your insides. All you can see is Marla's red trimmed pubic hair heave in and out of your face.

The girls pull their cocks out after half an hour, and Rhonda says,

"We're not done with this stupid bitch yet! Hold her down!"

Kim an Marla pin you prone to the cell floor.

Rhonda unlocks the cage on your cock and slides it off.

You feel cold thick lube pour all over your cock. Rhonda pulls your dick behind your buttocks and strokes with firm slow thrusts.

You feel her bend your penis towards your ass, and tug fast.

In your shame, blood flows to harden you cock.

The soaked sound of the tugs bring you close -- then it all stops.

Rhonda says,

"Look at that precum! Oh! You are close bitch!"

You squirm, but you can't steal the orgasm for which you ache.

You can't comprehend how long she makes you go through the cycles of tugging and teasing before you feel your cock pulse against the concrete as throbbing pleasure deafens your ears to the sound of the faucet.

Cold water ruins the orgasm. The guards take turns heaving hand fulls of it on your genitals.

You cry out and say,

"Please! Let me finish!"

Rhonda slips the cage back on your shrunken male parts and locks it. Your cock can't throb sufficient to bring about orgasm.

She holds you down and says in your ear close enough for you to feel her humid breath on your skin as she says,

"Don't try to cum in that cage, or we'll put you in a straight jacket for a few weeks, and we move up your test with the warden by another year!"

The guards leave you in the silent place with an aching body.

You take stock of your injuries.

You can't close your ass, and have to run to the toilet as soon as you have the urge. Your vagina is sore and you can't wash Marla's cock or her previous victim's asshole from your mouth. Your balls ache from being teased and the hateful secret stare of the tower disheartens you from any attempt at ejaculation.

As you lay on the mat in wait for the next session, stress piles on top of you. The small cell. The cold water. The violent rape. The blue balls -- and not knowing how long you'd be here.

You smell the ocean from the salt in your tears and the convulsions in your diaphragm tighten and then relax over and over as you weep.

Chapter 2

You cry for a long time.

The guards return and open your cell.

You scream at the sight of their erect penises.

Kim and Marla lung to seize you, but you kick Kim's balls, and punch Marla's nose, breaking it.

Kim falls to her knees groaning while clutching her scrotum. Marla falls back holding her bleeding face.

A full body cramp doubles you over to the floor.

Rhonda shot you with a taser.

As you convulse, she fastens black box cuffs to your hands behind your back. The iron box digs into your wrists.

Marla pulls out some gauze from one of her fanny packs and stuffs her nose with it and Kim slowly rises cradling her scrotum and limp penis.

Rhonda says,

"So, you don't want to take your punishment like a good girl?"

She grabs your hair while the other two prepare a body bag which they all help stuff and zip you in.

They carry you above the ground while you thrash inside the dark of the bag until terror calms you down.

You hear muffled groans, shrieks, and yells.

You hear torture.

You go weightless for a moment and then land hard on concrete.

You try not to decipher the tortures.

You hear, "Please! No!" as the mode of phrases uttered, but what sends chills down your spine is when one woman screams, "Not that! Not there!" The up-pitched squeal in which the last syllable splits the air infects your belly with dread and your mind with thoughts of blood.

The door opens and the zipper goes down. A blare of incandescent light from the ceiling of a cell which is as large as four of yours, but it has only walls, the lit up ceiling plad with bars and a drain in the middle of the concrete floor.

Three guards wield oil slick cocks erect to the proportions of forearms. They pull you out of the body-bag like so many clothes from a suitcase.

One puts you in a full-Nelson and squats down to drag your body back to the floor.

Another gets down and grabs your ankles so your body squeezes lemon-wise, while the third positions the cock of the first so that when the second lets you down, you feel the horrible stretch and internal straightening -- but it keeps going in.

You scream,

"You're impaling me!"

Indeed you feel the entire length of your descending colon sheath the cock which even presses the bend of your transverse gut.

The second guard grabs your cage and pulls your balls and cock away from your vagina which she invades with her penalty sized cock stretching your cervix.

You can see the two cocks work and weave under your abdomen as the two torturers fuck you, and you scream in agony.

The third guard inserts a device in your mouth, and it spreads your jaws open and holds it painfully agape by means of a ratchet.

Her cock smothers your screams as it goes deep into your esophagus and her tight scrotum presses into your nostrils cutting off all hope of drawing breath.

Suffocation distracts from the rework of your guts, and when the guard finally extracts her phallus from your gullet, a reserve of vomit follows.

Without a word on the matter, she resumes plumbing your stomach with her dick, cutting off your coughs brought on by acid singed airways.

Death's possibility haunts what few thoughts your mind can manage as you choke and cough on cock reeking of an aromatic blend of wet dog and raw seafood.

Like a soul released from Naraka, a new life fills you when the three pull out of you. Your gut feels like a tube sock pulled inside out. Both ends of your digestive system unleash a deluge of sewage.

You lie in your own muck reeling for a moment before a rope of water under brutal pressure assaults you and washes everything off and into the drain.

You run, but the hose follows you to the wall and along it.

Two of the guards grab you and hold your back to the wall so the third can blast the soft of your body. They bend you over, and the water violates both orifices.

After hosing you clean, the guard takes the cruel burlap snake away and returns with a duffle bag which makes a clank as she sets it on the floor.

She brings out cords of rope and fastens metal eyes into the floor on the wall. She holds what looks like a pull up bar between the eyes in the wall and slips a few fasteners to hold it in place.

They rig you into a strappado so your toes lift from the ground.