7:00 AM- The horn sounds across the prison yard as a new day begins. My daddy always makes
me give him a good morning blowjob. It's probably the most routine part of my day. It
doesn't make it any easier though. Because he has a 8" cock and likes to face fuck
me. He has also taught me how to deep throat. It usally takes him about 20 minutes
to cum, of course I have to swallow his entire load. After he finishes up I make his bed
while he takes his morning dump.
7:25 AM- After he finishes his crap, he bends me over the bottom bunk and shoves his cock up
my ass. Once he cums he makes me stick a "Prison tampon" up my ass. It is made
out of old t-shirt strips that soak up cum and blood. He loves to ask me out loud at
lunch if I have my tampon in my pussy. All his friends get a good laugh out of that.
7:45 AM- The breakfast bell rings. He puts his arm around me and feels my ass as we walk
to the mess hall. He sits down and makes me go up to get his food. After I sit down
next to him he takes what he wants from my plate. Because he wants me to loose
some weight. As he finishes the horn sounds again for work detail. He usally goes
to the metal shop. I go to the laundry room.
8:00 AM- In the laundry room I am joined by the other punks cleaning thier men's clothes.
One of them is a thin young white guy named Brittney. Apparently his man likes
to feminize his punk like mine. Brit is clearly wearing a stuffed bra underneath his
jumpsuit. He has medium length blonde hair, and some kool-aid on his lips and
eyelids as makeup. I smile and go about doing daddy's dirty boxer shorts and
t-shirts. I casually look over to brit and notice he is washing his panties and bra.
9:00 AM- After the laundry is done I return to the cell to put it away like daddy likes. I also
make his bed and clean up the cell. After he is done pressing license plates for
three hours he comes back to the cell and makes me lick his sweaty body clean.
Usually he gets hot enough to fuck me up the ass before he goes out to the yard
To play basketball or work out. Between now and lunch time I have to go around
To some of the cells to turn tricks for daddy. One of his best customers is a 400
Pound black guy who's dick is so small I have to lift his fat sweaty gut out of the
Way just to suck him off. Of course he also never bathes, so he always smells of
Old sweat and dick cheese.
10:00AM- Recently, my daddy has gotten into a fight with the most powerful man in the prison.
His name is James Owens, he has enough power to get pretty much whatever he
Wants. He runs all the drugs, money and bitches in the pen. He gets first crack at
Whatever bitch he wants, his current one is a young blonde boy who is pretty as
A girl. Since their cell is across from ours, I get to watch him fuck his punk all the
Time. About 4 times a day, really hard too, and when he's done he makes the bitch
Clean his ass slime off his cock with his mouth. He also likes to beat him down a lot.
It makes me feel a little better about being a punk on the other side of the hall. But
11:00AM – I head to my job in the laundry, while daddy goes to the machine shop, there I later learn, he has been attacked and killed by James Owens, so now
everything he owns becomes James' including me. When I'm done with the
laundry I head to my cell, but a guard tells me to head across the
hall. I sit down on James' bitches bunk, gathering my thought, when
James walks in. He says "So bitch, I killed your daddy, and you're mine
now, I want to see what I've got, so give up some pussy." I
instinctively take my pants, panties off and pull my tampon out, bending
over and grabbing the bars. James says "Damn bitch, your daddy done
trained you good, looks like you got a nice tight cunt too, well let's
see" with that he just shoves it in, no lube no nothing.
I scream at first, but then adjust to his cock as he pounds me into the
bars. He keeps calling me a dirty whore, pussy, punk, girl, cum
12:00PM – James makes me pull my panties up as he
drags me out onto the cell run. I feel his load dripping out of my ass
into them, as he drags me by the hair to the chow hall for lunch.
When we get to the mess hall, he sits down and I go get both our trays.
When I get back to the table, he takes my sandwich and soup and leaves
me with some cole slaw. I'm just about to eat it when some big black guy
comes up and takes it from me. Being a bitch I know I can't fight back,
but I expect my daddy to do something, but he just laughs and goes back
to eating my food. Turns out that the guy who did it is one of his buds
from a long time ago who just got sent here. Judging by the way he and
daddy are getting along now, he'll be taking a lot more than cole slaw
from me tonight.
1:30 PM – James and his friend are out in the exercise yard again,
as a bitch I'm not allowed to exercise, I just have to sit by and watch.
The men make us get towels for them or sometimes lick the sweat off
their arms and chest. I learn that James is much less jealous than my
last daddy, although he had me turn tricks, he never like other men
treating me like community property unless they paid. However James is a
member of the bloods, and loves to share with his gang members. It
turns out that two of his friends in the gang have their own bitches,
little white guys like me. Their names are Kelly and Jessica. Both look
to be about my age. One is blond and the other has brown hair, Jessica
is sporting a shiner from her last visit to the shower. As we watch the
men exercise and wait for them to call us, she starts telling me about
the rape where she got the shiner. Apparently her daddy loves to see her
raped by the whole gang every Friday night, and the last time they got
rather pissed because she passed out while servicing this one guy, so
they pounded her face in. As she's speaking, a man comes up and tells
her to stand up. I know from experience that he's planning something
degrading and humiliating, and Jess does too, I can see from the shaking
of her hands and the way she stares at the ground that she just wants
to disappear. The man, who's called T-Bone, pulls down the short shorts
she's wearing and shows off her panties to the crowd. Everyone laughs,
and Jess starts to cry and shake, but this is something all bitches have
gone through, so I just wait to see what else he does to her. He points
out the wet spot from the cum he dumped in her this morning, and makes
the bitch take the panties off. He takes the panties, which are
apparently her only pair and hands them to this huge black guy, about 7'
2" and mean as hell. This is the man all the bitches are scared of, he
makes our daddies look nice. Jessica's daddy say "what the fuck you
think you're doing, not wearing panties, a girl like you could get raped
doing that" which causes everyone to laugh. "Now you stupid cunt, go
get them back from Richard." Jess starts to cry, and I can't help but
feel for her as she goes up to Richard, only to be picked up and dragged
off, no doubt to be raped in a utility closet. Kelly and I look at each
other and know what the other is thinking, at least it's not us.
2:00 PM – Richard returns without Jessica, and thanks her daddy for
the bitch. He says "no problem man, my pussy is yours". Just as James is
finishing up his workout he calls me over. I bring water and a towel,
but he wants me to tongue him off. His sweat is so salty and tastes like
B.O, but I do my job like a good bitch. He tells me to go back to the
cell and wait for him, because he and the gang have some business to
take care of. On the walk back to our cell I pass a closet and hear
someone crying in it. I can only guess it's Jess, and I'm right. She's
curled up in a ball, crying. As I enter she doesn't even look up, she
just starts saying "no sir, not again, please sir no"
I tell her not to worry, and try moving over to comfort her, but she's
so scared she backs away. She starts telling me how much her ass hurts,
and I see that it's torn and bleeding, I know her daddy will probably
fuck her when she gets back to the cell, and then force a tampon into
her pussy. I feel so bad for the bitch, especially since my daddy hasn't
been this mean to me, yet.
I leave the closet, and as I walk away, I see another big guy head in
there, after hearing jess scream, I walk faster, trying to put it out of
3:00 PM – James gets back to the cell and tells me to
suck his cock. I get down immediately and suck him. As I do, he says
that Jess, Kelly and I are in a bad situation. Apparently the gang owes a
debt to a guy who loves to see bitches unprotected. He doesn't like to
fuck them, he just like to know that their lives are a living hell.
Scared out of my wits that I might be the one who gets set free, I start
sucking daddy's dick hard as I can. He moans out in pleasure, but then
tells me how the gang is going to decide. They're going to ask each of
us who they think should be set free. And if two of us pick the same
bitch, they go renegade. He says that they chose to only tell me, so I
could basically pick who goes, based on who I tell. I have no idea which
one I'd rather see get raped constantly, and I hate being put in this
position. But after a quick thought, I decide that if anyone should lose
their bitch, it's the bastard who treats Jessica so badly. I know
she'll have it much worse if I chose her, but at least he'll lose his
claim. I decide to tell Kelly, once I find her she and I both decide
that obviously it would be better for neither of us to risk Jess
choosing one of us, so we tell our daddies that we want her set free.
Later that day, we hear jess being dragged down
the hall towards the end of the run, oddly enough she's not screaming,
she's just bawling, saying no over and over again. The man dragging her
is laughing and slaps her a couple of times. There is a cell that's
kept unlocked down there, where the renegade bitch is held. Any one at
any time can go in there and bust a nut. Life's going to get much worse
for Jess now. In addition to being raped constantly, the accepted rule
is that anyone who tries to help the renegade bitch will take her place.
4:00 PM – James tells me that he's sold my pussy to a new con for
the evening. Instead of going to dinner I have to go service some dude.
Before I go I open up the latest letter from my mom back home. The
letters have been getting ever more depressing lately, apparently she
kicked my dad out after I got sent up, and is now having many black guys
over to have sex with. She mentions in passing that one of them just
got sent to my pen. She ends the letter with a cryptic "Maybe you'll be
entertaining him sometime." From what I gathered, he had told her what
happens to young white boys in the state pen. She mentioned his name was
Tom, Tom Jaspers. It only occurred to me as I was walking to the cell
that this might be the same guy. When I got to the cell, I said I was
Natalie, and he responded right away, telling me to come in and strip.
As I walk in he says "so, punk, what's your real name". Knowing that men
sometimes play with bitches to trip them up so that they use their boys
name, I said, it's Natalie sir. He said "No you stupid fucking cunt,
your name before you became a cum dumpster" and started laughing. I
stuttered out, "Nate, sir, Nate Johnson." He looked slightly surprised,
and said "You know Becca Johnson?" My heart sank, I realized that this
was the very same guy who had been fucking my own mother. I could barely
speak, and whispered, "yeah, she's my mom" He laughed and said "damn
boy, I've been fucking that whore for two months before the man sent me
up here, she told me she had a son in prison, and I said he was probably
some black guy's punk but I didn't ever expect I'd be fucking her kid"
Two Weeks Later.
12:30 AM A siren sounds through
the yard, and right away I know that things have taken a turn for the
worse, which as a prison punk is hard to imagine. I am now living with
the man who had fucked my mother and made my life hell telling me all
about it while fucking me. However in contrast to my earlier prison
daddies, he has been practically nice. He turns over in his bunk snoring
as the siren wails. I hear gunshots outside, I assume that it's the
guards shooting at an escaped con, and I hope that it's one of the black
bastards whose been making my life and my punk friend's lives hell over
the past months. I break one of the rules of being a punk by going over
to the window and peering out. Thankfully my daddy doesn't notice or
he'd beat me up for it. I am shocked to see that it is not guards
putting down an escape. Rather to my horror I see two guards bodies
being thrown from the watch tower by inmates holding rifles. Somehow
they have managed to grab control of the prison and have armed
themselves. After gaining control of all of the guards positions and
murdering the guards, the rioting prisoners unlock all the cells. My
current daddy has obviously woken from all the shooting and yelling of
I’m just getting adjusted to life here in the pen. As you could have probably guessed
I am really popular with all the big cons here. My daddy
told me to ask you for some things to help make me a prettier bitch. It
would be a great help if you could find all these items and send them
to the address I’ll list at the end
1. Some pink and white panties.
2. A skirt or two (preferably Plaid schoolgirl type or miniskirt hooker type things)
3 Some lipstick (because Vaseline and cool-aid only go so far J)
4 Nail polish
5 A bra and some stuffing to give me some nice tits
6 Some razors and shaving cream
And I hate to ask but it would really help. A lot of KY because I can’t sit down now as it is. My “Daddy” here said he would like for me to ask you for tips on sucking cock but I
can’t. I guess I’ll learn on the job. Oh and p.s. some tampons because
my pussy is always leaking blood and cum onto my underwear after I get
Now, before you get upset I just want to say that I don't mind being a prison bitch.
After all, we both knew it would happen when I was sentenced. You know pretty blondeboys like me have to give up their asses to stronger inmates. One thing is that I don't have to fight, only have to bend over. One thing I do dislike is how this is a predominantly blackprison.
about them having big cocks is right. I haven't seen one without at
least 10 inches. I have to leave soon to entertain a group of cons who
have rented me for the evening. Carton of cigarettes
for my ass now. Pretty high price for the white cons to pay for a punk
who belongs to a black gang. I guess it's my feminine ass and face. My
hair is also grownout to shoulder length. The men like it like that. I wonder what I'll have to do tonight.
Probably just fuck and suck but sometimes they get violent. A few nights ago after a particularlyvicious fucking from my "Daddy" and his friends some of the Aryan brotherhood guys came in. One of them had a lit cigarette and a pair of scissors.
He had his pals hold me down while he proceeded to burn my balls and asshole. He used the scissors
to cut little bits of my nipples off. It hurt like hell and then they
fucked me too. I have been passed around like a fucking 2 dollarwhore.
I know you probably don't care about my current predicament but if you are still reading, thanks. I need to get this stuff out.
One of their favorite things to do is make me get on my knees while they all form a circle around me.Then they make me suck them off until they all cum on my face. Then they make me walk around allday
with cum on my face and hair. The main leader of the black gang that
owns me has asked the warden for female hormones to give me real tits.
I imagine he will get his wish because the guardsdon't want trouble. I guess your little baby boy is about to turn into your baby girl. I want to tellyou a little bit more about my new home. As you know it is a maximum security joint in the middleof Arizona.
Most of the inmates here are black or Mexican.
In my cell-block there is only one other white boy. He gets fucked too I
think. My cell is a ten man cell with five bunks. Because it is an oldprison the guards can't see every cell. Even if they could my situation would not be different.
They think that if the gangs have a pretty little white boy in their cell they won't be as apt to riot. Anyway,my cell has ten guys in it plus me. I don't get a bunk because I'm the bitch so I have to sleep on thefloor near the toilet. When the men get up to pee they love to move their cocks over and piss on me while I sleep.
I always wake up with piss all over me. I am also made to sleep naked to show my subservience.
Every morning I have to make their beds and collect their laundry. All
while I'm naked so they get good and hard by the time I'm done.
Afterwards I have to either suck them or give upsome pussy.
Then they go to the toilet. If they have to piss they use my mouth. If they have to takea
shit they use the toilet and then make me lick their asses clean. I
swear that is the worst part of my whole life as a punk. Then they take
me to breakfast in a cutoff jumpsuit with my midriff exposed.
I have to endure jokes about my pussy being sore and things like that. Tonight’s customers have justgotten here so I have to take care of them. My pussy hurts just thinking about it. One of them wantsme to keep writing while he dicks me. He just stuck it in and it hurts like hell.
My pussy has beenfucked so much that only the really big ones like this guy hurt. He finally finished and then made mesuck his cock clean. I
don’t care how many times I’ve done it before, pussy juice still tastes
awful. Once his cock was clean he made me thank him for fucking me.
he got finished, the nastiest fucker in the whole prison decided to use
me for his pleasure. This guy is absolutely horrible, he makes most
hobos look clean by comparison.
can smell him from a mile away, and I’m the only punk he likes to use.
He had apparently been anticipating this day for a few weeks, as he
clearly had not bathed. And it was my job as prison shower whore to
clean him up.
in the context of prison, where bad odors are the order of the day,
this guy made all the other cons stay about 10 feet away from him. I
however accepted my position with my knees on the cold tile floor. As he
walked up to me, he said through his toothless mouth, “Take my pants
down, you little white bitch” I didn’t even argue, I just unbuttoned
his crusty pants and pulled them off. “You know what I like bitch, get
I guess that’s all of my letter. I don’t have much more to say.
Just a little story I've started, comments welcome
My place as sexual release valve for the endless lines of horny old
convicts has not come as completely unwelcome to me. Of course there are
times when i am too sore, or they are too fat, but I am just a punk and
it is my place to take their cocks in my ass as a reception of their
power over me. I also provide them with a good place to hide their
weapons and contraban. I've been found holding their stuff several
times, and as a result have gotten 10 years added to my sentence. It's
really win-win for them, let me take the rap, and they have a bitch for
an extra decade. My girlfriend was going to leave me, but I convinced
her they'd kill me if she didn't keep smuggling heroin into me in her
pussy. She also give me panties and makeup on her visits, and the guys
running the block make her take naked photos of herself in really slutty
poses to pass around the yard. I can't tell you how many times I've
seen a cum covered photo of my girl laying on the dirt in the exercise
yard. Oh well, at least that's a load of cum that didn't end up in my
mouth or up my ass.
My parents know I'm a bitch, and that I
belong to the Black Guerilla Family of cell block F. They still put
money on my books though, all of which of course goes to the gang. I
can't even get cookies or soda without it being taken away. I'm sort of
the block mother in a way, I do all the domestic chores for the whole
row, since it's occupied entirely by BGF members. I do all the laundry,
cleaning, organizing, letter writing etc. At breakfast, I sit by myself
at a table. The guys usually come up and take some of my food, or just
spit on it. I've gotten used to eating food covered in snot and spit, at
least it's a little better than cum.
pretty amazing how available I am to the other inmates. Usually all it
takes is for a man, no matter how fat or disgusting he is, to come up to
one of my gang owners and say something simple like "Hey man, I got a
big load, mind if I borrow the pussy for a while?". I have to demurely
nod my head and stare at the man's belt buckle, then grab onto the back
of his pants as he leads me off to get fucked yet again. The men will
often laugh and joke if I'm being led off by one of the prison's less
attractive men. There is one guy, about 60, with a huge belly and
disgusting beard that is yellow with cigarette stains and food specks.
Every time he comes over I want to scream and run in the opposite
direction, but I smile for him, and let him stick his rotten tongue down
my throat as I lick inside his fetid mouth and let him tongue me. By
the time he's done frenching me to the uproarious laughter of the cons, I
get the pleasure of grabbing onto his dingy old work pants and
following him ever so eagerly to his favorite little love nest, a barely
used utility closet behind some old lawn equipment.
Never will I
forget the feeling of being bent over the hood of a broken down lawn
mower as an obese elderly man slides my red and white panties down to my
ankles and lifts my little prison bitch skirt up so he can slide his
filthy cum encrusted cock deep into my most personal space. The smell of
old diesel fuel and his retched breath mix as I pant and am shoved hard
onto the hood over and over again. Once he cums in me, I have to drop
to my knees and immediately suck his cock clean of all remnants of his
visit to the prison yard's fuck toy. Once he's as clean as he'll ever be
and has shoved his deflated cock back into his pants I pull my panties
up slowly and collect myself as best I can while he lights up a
celebratory cigarette and looks me over. I get the feeling he wants to
kiss me again, forcefully, but the fact that my mouth tastes like punk
pussy puts a stop to his fantasies. Occasionally he'll compliment me on
how sweet I smell, or what a good girl I make. He once confided in me
that he is far happier in prison than he ever would be outside because
"I'd never get pussy as good as yours for as cheap as I can have you
punk" I felt so much shame when he said that, not only because it's
true, but also because the cost is generally free to guys like him,
merely because the gang loves the idea of me having to serve a man so
nasty. I start to straighten up and pull my panties back on when he comes over and forcefully bends me over the lawn mower again. I think that perhaps he's hard again and prepare myself to get raped yet again, but I just feel him sliding my panties off my shaved legs, and shoving them into his pocket as a souvenir of his latest conquest of a prison yard sissy. I know my owners are going to give me a beating for losing my panties when I get back, but because he's a man, I keep my mouth shut and merely put my skirt back on over my sore and bare ass.
I've also been sold a couple of times between gangs when they were short on cash and prison pussy was the best available substitute for money. Usually sales take the form of an auction, an irony that is not lost on me, or my black owners. In a way, I'm happy I can pay back some of the injustices that the men around here have had to endure as a legacy of the same sorts of auctions that took place centuries ago. I have to stand in front of all the gangs that are bidding and suck on something like a banana and show off my prison bitch panties as they all call out bids on me. I know full well that I am going to be forced to do many awful things once I am owned by a new gang.