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Forty-Seven
Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only. rache696@yahoo.com
Story Codes: Transgender, Teen, Femdom, Oral, Anal, NC, BDSM, Humil,
Enema
Synopsis: When Paul is wrongly convicted of raping an 11 year old
girl, little does he know his prison sentence will include the
perverted debauchery and forced feminization that the transgendered
staff of The Rockville Institute has planned for the man.

Note: I'm really bored and girls with dildos are just so predictable.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


Forty-Seven
By rache

Prologue


I was walking my dog when eleven year old Daphne Taylor was raped. A
neighbor coming home from work found her half naked and beaten and
called the police. She was in shock and couldn't give the police much
help. She said a monster had hurt her. I was almost home when a black
and white pulled up to the curb and I was asked a few questions. Who I
was, what I was doing, if I'd seen anything suspicious or unusual. I
answered as best I could and went into my house not knowing exactly
what had happened, but knowing that something had. I thought they were
looking for a burglar and I explained that to Rebecca, my wife of some
two years, as we got ready for bed.

I was called at work the next day and invited to the police station to
see if I could be of any further help to the investigation. I agreed
of course and spent my lunch hour answering questions, only finding
out then that Daphne had been raped. I had little real help to offer
unfortunately and I felt bad for the little girl, although I couldn't
say I knew her at all. I returned to work sincerely hoping they'd
catch the animal responsible for such a thing and I called my wife at
home, telling her what had happened and warning her to be careful as
there was a rapist running around.

Three days later I was once again invited to the precinct, this time
by two detectives who showed up at the bank where I worked as a loan
officer. They assured my boss and me that it was just routine. I was
questioned for several hours and it was soon obvious that I was the
prime and perhaps only suspect in the case. They asked me if I'd take
a polygraph test and provide a DNA sample. When I mentioned getting a
lawyer the detectives told me I wasn't under arrest, so why would I
need a lawyer? It made me sound guilty, or so they implied.

I was questioned further without a lawyer present, wishing to appear
as innocent as I was. I took their polygraph and allowed the police to
take hair and blood samples from my body. Late that afternoon I was
led to a room in which five other men were being lined up on a little
stage. I joined them and I was slow to realize it was a lineup, but I
caught on quickly as I faced the one way glass in front of us.

We turned left and right and each of us stepped forward in turn to
reading from a hand lettered index card, "Yeah, baby! Give daddy some
of that little cunt!"

I very nearly choked on the words and after the line-up was concluded
the two detectives arrested me for the rape and sexual battery of
Daphne Taylor. I was read my rights, processed, and detained in a
holding cell. I had one phone call and I called my wife, telling her
what was happening and we were both in shock. She told me it would be
alright; she knew a lawyer, a good one from college, and she would
call him.

My wife's lawyer friend, a young man named Steven, seemed confident
and knowledgeable. There was little he could do immediately however
and at my bail hearing I was dismayed when the judge set my bail at a
quarter million dollars. Such things had seemed reasonable to me
before when I watched the late news on TV, but it was a different
feeling altogether realizing I would never be able to get that sort of
money together. A bail-bondsman would charge ten percent. Our house
would almost be worth it, if it wasn't already mortgaged to the hilt.
Rebecca and I had gotten married out of college and we were
practically newlyweds. We were 24 years old and the world was ending.

My trial was quick and painful. I'd been under a lot of pressure to
make a deal. To plead guilty and get a reduced sentence, to spare the
little girl the trauma of having to testify and relive the experience.
In truth, I almost did plead just for that reason alone. I felt
genuinely sorry for Daphne, but I also felt sorry for myself. Steven
told me that the prosecutor had a weak case, however, and that we
could beat it. The DNA evidence was inconclusive. The girl had
identified me by voice alone, not by sight since her attacker had worn
a nylon stocking over his head. I'd been in the wrong place at the
wrong time, my lawyer said and my wife agreed; we would beat the case.

I was sentenced to fourteen years in the state penitentiary at
Rockville.

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Chapter One


All I knew about prison was what I saw on television. I also knew I
didn't want to be there and if I had any doubts, they were quickly and
ruthlessly dispelled.

"SILENCE"

It was a very large sign and I couldn't miss it, so I decided to be
quiet as I entered a rather large and dull room. I was dressed in
orange coveralls with Velcro closures, no buttons or zippers or
strings, not that I could have used any. My hands were manacled to my
waist and my feet chained together so that all I could do was shuffle
along awkwardly, waddling like a tall, rather thin, and bright orange
penguin.

"Robinson, Paul T. 24 years of age, Caucasian, 5'10" tall, 155 pounds,
blonde hair, blue eyes, near sighted, 20/80 left eye, 20/100 right
eye. No scars, tattoos, or birthmarks. No allergies. No medication.
Blood Type A+ and..." The man, a rather husky fellow dressed in a black
uniform complete with a peaked cap, lifted the top page. "...Convicted
child rapist and confirmed sexual predator. Hmph."

He reminded me of a character from Schindler's List, one of my
favorite movies. I always cried at the end of it.

"I have two daughters," he spoke to me conversationally and there was
no one else around. "My Polly, she's going to be fifteen next month.
She wants a boyfriend."

He chuckled and I didn't move a muscle.

"My little Emmy," the man sighed. "She's just turned twelve, such a
beautiful girl. She's my Princess."

I nodded slightly at that news.

"I bet you'd like to fuck her, huh?" The guard drew a deep breath.
"Probably like to slam your prick into that little cunt hard, wouldn't
you? Go on, you can tell me. Nobody else is down here, just us. Come
on, you'd like to pop my Emmy's cherry, wouldn't you, Paul? Wouldn't
you?"

"N-No..." I shook my head and he hit me hard in the gut, driving the air
out of me like a sledgehammer. I dropped to the cold floor, trying to
breathe and cry and puke all at the same time.

"Now, you may think I hit you because I don't like you, Paul," the man
was talking again. "But that's not it at all. I don't like being lied
to. That's the first thing and you need to remember that. The other
thing, and this is very important, Paul...Prisoners don't talk."

I got his point.

"There we go..." He helped me to my feet slowly. "Curling up doesn't
help. Bend over a little, there we go. Now breathe slowly, through the
diaphragm...That's it. Now, let's try again, and remember what I told
you, Paul. Would you like to stick your cock inside my little girls?"

I blinked at him, bent over slightly and my stomach hurt so bad I
thought I'd be pissing blood later. I shook my head slowly and waited
for another shot of pain from his big right hand. Obviously there
would be no correct response, but I'd be damned if I'd ever admit to a
lie like that.

"What do we have here, sergeant?" a woman's voice saved me, or so it
seemed at that moment and I heard her heels click-clacking towards us.

"Prisoner transfer, Lieutenant," the man righted himself smartly and I
got the impression that I ought to do the same, but it was painful
standing straight again.

"One of mine?" her voice was light, almost humorous and I turned my
head a fraction to see her. "I heard I was getting a new one today."

She was tall and blonde and if the man looked like a Nazi, well, so
did the woman actually. She was pale as snow and dressed in black,
leather in her case, and I almost smiled at the absurdity of it. She
wore black thigh-high stockings that left a good three inches of
creamy flesh exposed below the hem of her mini-skirt, which covered
her ass and sex and little else. Gleaming black leather boots to her
knees. A black tunic, tightly fitted to her proud and impressive
breasts, closed about her throat with stiff collar. Her lips were red
and her eyes were blue, with prominent cheeks and a slightly pointed
chin. Her golden hair was loose, falling to her shoulders, and she
wore a black peaked cap, cocked jauntily to the left.

The only thing she was lacking was a bullwhip, or even a riding crop
would have completed the outfit nicely.

"I hadn't gotten that far yet, ma'am," the sergeant gave her an
apologetic smile. "We were still discussing the rules."

"I see." She was in front of me now, standing beside the man and so I
was free to examine her as I pleased. "He looks like one of mine
anyway."

"I'm sure he is, Lieutenant," the man nodded and he flipped another
page. "Here we go, prisoner to be remanded to the Rockville Institute
for psychiatric evaluation and treatment...He's all yours. I just need
some signatures here and here..."

"Of course." The woman clicked her fingers and I suddenly realized she
hadn't arrived alone.

Two other women were there, young women, and I couldn't help but stare
at them. They were girls really, teenagers it seemed to me, perhaps
fifteen or sixteen years old, but no more than that. Probably even
younger, because the clothes they wore could only make the girls
appear older, I thought.

They were dressed like the Lieutenant, with leather skirts and tunics,
boots and stockings. One was raven haired, the other blonde, or brown
haired perhaps, but with her hair pinned neatly under cap it was
impossible to tell. They looked at me with some interest, but it was
cold at best, and while they were certainly attractive, exuding an
almost surreal sexuality, I felt nothing but revulsion at seeing them
dressed as they were. It seemed a corruption to me of something
innocent, especially their eyes which were dark and malevolent
somehow, as if the color, the personality they must have once
possessed, had been stolen away.

"Thirty days in solitary," the Lieutenant said, handing the clipboard
and pen back to the sergeant. "I'll work up his diet later, after he's
been examined."

I blinked at her and opened my mouth, almost forgetting the sign and
my recent lesson. What had I done to deserve solitary confinement? I
wasn't exactly sure what that was, but in every movie I'd ever seen it
was a punishment, and a harsh one at that. I'd been in prison for all
of half an hour and I was going to solitary? If my face showed any
sign of my concern or confusion, none of them seemed to notice or
care.

"What number is he?" the man asked. "I'd like to see him again when
you're done."

"Forty-Seven," the Lieutenant actually smiled. "And you know us...We're
never done, Sergeant."

"You say so, ma'am," the man laughed and gave me a look. "See you on
the flip side, forty-seven."

"Take forty-seven to his new home," the Lieutenant said to the two
girls. "I'll catch up."

"Let's go, this way..." The raven haired girl, who was perhaps my height
in her boots, but rather delicate seeming beneath her uniform, had
grabbed my left elbow and she gave me a tug so I'd walk with her. She
had a surprisingly strong grip.

"Your name is forty-seven, don't forget it..." The other girl had taken
my right elbow and she was shorter, a bit more athletic seeming, and
her uniform was tightly bound to her body. Her hand was strong as well
and she wasn't tentative in handling me.

"...There will be no talking. You will speak only when spoken to and
your answers will be respectful..." Raven said.

"...You will address all guards as ma'am. All officers will be addressed
as Mistress. You will lower your eyes when speaking..." Blondie was
speaking at the same time.

"...You will be allowed no visitors until your evaluation is complete.
You may be allowed one phone call for five minutes once per week at
the Lieutenant's discretion..."

"...You will keep yourself clean at all times. You will keep your cell
clean at all times. You will be inspected three times daily..."

"...You will not speak to other inmates. You will not come into physical
contact with any person. A guard or officer may touch you in the
performance of her duty; you will not resist any such contact..."

They spoke quickly and mechanically and my mind reeled as I tried to
listen to both of those two girls simultaneously. Some words were
lost, others remained with me and there seemed no pattern or logic to
the sequence. It only served to confuse me further as they led me
slowly down a long corridor that seemed endless at the time. We must
have walked a mile, I thought, and I don't exaggerate. Only when we
finally reached some steps and they led me up and finally out through
a heavy door did I realize that we'd been underground.

We were outside suddenly, under the warm sun and I blinked at the
brightness of it. We had fifty yards or so of walkway ahead of us. On
either side of the cement path were high double fences, the outer
fence marked with warning signs that it was electrified, and both
layers were topped with razor wire. I chanced a look behind me and I
could see a rather large hill through which we'd evidently passed, and
around us a barren scrub of desert that seemed caught in a natural
bowl of sorts, with hills encircling the facility. Wherever we were it
was secluded, even isolated, as if deliberately hidden away from the
rest of the world. Ahead of us loomed a modern building of poured
cement, stainless steel, aluminum and glass and we passed into it
without fanfare. The doors opened automatically and were doubtless
guided by an unseen hand watching us through surveillance cameras.

The girls had finished speaking long ago and we walked silently
through a wide corridor. I saw no other people and it felt very much
as a tomb and I'd hardly expected that. The walls were concrete,
painted white, and the ceiling high above us was laden with bright
lights. We passed several doors, stout and steel and of the sort
intended to hold prisoners behind them. There were no sounds from
behind them however and they were unmarked in any way.

We turned a corner and I found myself entering what seemed to be a
large shower area, as if a room had been constructed, but the fourth
wall was non-existent. There was merely a lip intended to keep water
from escaping, and they stood me in the center of that tiled area,
perhaps twenty by twenty feet with a half-dozen shower heads mounted
on the walls. Beneath the shower fixtures were faucets with thin black
rubber hoses attached and each ended in an odd looking nozzle,
stainless steel with a long shaft and a smooth bulbous head. Quite
honestly, as I looked at one more closely, I thought it resembled a
penis as much as anything else and I wondered what these girls did in
their off time.

The blonde girl held me while the dark haired one picked up the
handset of a phone mounted in the wall nearby. She pushed a button and
spoke softly for a moment and then hung up. I had no idea what we were
doing and I was of half a mind to ask, rules or no, as my patience was
running thin. I'd spent a lot of time in the city jail waiting for my
trial and during it, and while that had been no picnic, it was nothing
like this.

"Ah, good." I heard a voice, a woman's naturally, and I began to
suspect I was the only man in the whole place.

"Prisoner forty-seven," Raven said and I thought she was addressing me
for a moment so I turned slightly.

"Eyes down, forty-seven," Blondie warned me and I swallowed hard.

"Forty-seven already? They do add up," the new woman said and I was
aware that she was near, but I kept my eyes down as I'd been told and
I'd caught no sight of her.

"I have his paperwork," I recognized the Lieutenant's voice. "He's a
bad boy, raped an eleven year old girl."

"Really?" the new woman spoke. "He looks like the man who does my
taxes. Unlock him, clean him up."

There was a jangling of keys and another girl, young like Raven and
Blondie, was unlocking my feet. She was dressed the same as her
erstwhile sisters and her hair was red, pulled into a long straight
ponytail down her back. When she looked up at me her eyes were
beautifully green and she had a sprinkling of freckles across the
bridge of her pert nose, but she didn't smile, she just stared at me
briefly before rising to undo the chains around my waist.

"I'm the Captain. One of the watch commanders here and you are my
prisoner, forty-seven," the new woman said and I took advantage of
Red's efforts to loose me and stole a quick glance at her.

She was older than the others, but still remarkably young to be in
such a position of authority. The Lieutenant couldn't have been much
older than eighteen or nineteen, and this Captain, I thought she
looked all of twenty-four perhaps and she reminded me of my wife
actually. They shared the same heart shaped face, although this woman
had black hair, brushed behind her ears and falling just below her
collar. She was extremely attractive, as all of them were, and again
it seemed like a practical joke, or a particularly bad B-movie that
I'd seen as a teenager. The Captain was dressed as the others,
although I'd noticed silver collar tabs of curious design which
differed by rank apparently.

I wondered why they didn't just go all out and use SS lightning bolts,
but perhaps that would be a little over the top even for a bad script
like this one. That thought almost made me smile and not for the first
time I felt myself cursed by my cynical wit. I'd taken some beatings
for it after church as a child, believe me.

"While under my care you will not be mistreated or abused in any way,"
the Captain continued. "If you feel yourself to be victimized or
exploited at any time, you are encouraged to inform me personally. Do
you understand, forty-seven?"

I almost slipped then, but I caught myself.

"Yes...Mistress," I replied carefully, hoping that I'd gotten that
particular rule correct.

"Very good," the Captain seemed neither pleased nor displeased by my
response, but at least no one punched me in the stomach for it. "Now,
undress the prisoner and wash him thoroughly. He stinks."

"OOOF!" Blondie punched me hard in the gut and for being such a little
girl she packed a wallop.

I went down for the second time that day and I was too stunned to
properly defend myself, but I tried. The three girls, teenage girls,
fell on me, almost literally. Raven grabbed me by the short hair on my
head, there wasn't much of it, and jerked my head back so she could
punch me in the face. Blondie was punching my thighs and arms mostly
as I tried to curl up on my side, and the other girl, Red, that must
have been her punching me in the back. She knew what she was doing
too, hitting me in my kidneys especially, and the entire episode was
both brutal and horrifying.

I'm not sure I would have been capable of fighting back under any
circumstances as the idea of hurting a girl, even one dressed up for
Hitler's birthday party, would have been quite unthinkable to me. As
it was, to be pummeled by three such girls, who I was dismayed to
realize were laughing and giggling happily while they did it, that was
enough to put me into shock. I did nothing except try to protect
myself, which was plainly useless. I was punched in the face
repeatedly until I tasted blood, and I choked as bile rose in my
throat. I was crying and writhing in pain. My back, my kidneys
especially, were in agony and at some point Blondie had been able to
drive her fist into my balls, several times, and this beating
continued well beyond the point of my immediate and total submission.

The abuse stopped eventually, although I couldn't find a specific
moment when it happened. I think I passed out briefly. The girls were
breathless and smiling, undressing my limp form in a rather
disconcerted effort, as if it were game of tug of war. They did manage
finally to remove my sneakers, socks, coveralls and t-shirt, and at
last my prison issue boxers. I lay bruised and bloodied and naked on
the cold tile, unable to do anything but moan and plead with them to
stop, which I only vaguely realized I'd been doing for some time.

"What's that?" The Captain stepped closer as I mumbled through my
swollen and split lips. "Do you wish to file a complaint, forty-
seven?"

I couldn't have answered her if I'd wanted to and in fact she was
merely teasing me, having a little joke at my painful expense.

The Lieutenant had undressed during my beating, which might have
surprised me if I'd been up for it. As it was my interest in anything
other than my own merciful demise was significantly lacking and all I
really noticed was that her toes were painted pink, which seemed
altogether inappropriate for a Nazi bitch from hell. It was a fleeting
thought, granted, and it made as much sense as any other I might have
had right then. I only recall that one specifically because I'd always
liked pink toes on girls for some reason and some small voice in the
back of my bruised brain wondered if I ever would again.

It seemed unfair to have that simple pleasure stolen from me.

"Bring him over here," the Lieutenant was saying. "Let's get this over
with."

Raven and Red duly grabbed me, each of them taking a leg, and dragged
me backward towards the far wall. It was impossible for me to resist
them in any way, although I doubtless moaned my weak outrage at being
so treated. It was only when they pulled me to rest quite literally at
the Lieutenant's feet that I truly appreciated the nightmare into
which I'd entered. I was on my back, looking up at her as she stood
haughtily with her hands on her hips, when I realized the beautiful
and now quite naked Lieutenant wasn't a woman at all.

She was sporting a rather large and obviously excited erection. A
penis to be precise, swollen and ruddy and dripping precum. A heavy
drop of the clear liquid fell onto my face, onto my left cheek as I
stared up at her in disbelief. The Lieutenant noticed my awareness
obviously, and she smiled down at me as she took a moment to grasp her
maleness and stroke it lovingly. Just beneath it, I should note for
the record, the woman also possessed balls, a hairless pink sack very
much like my own, except a little larger perhaps, with the skin drawn
tight around the sperm filled testes within.

"Forty-seven likes me, I think," she chuckled, and it was a cruel
sound. She spoke to me then, as if confiding me with a secret. "Don't
worry; this is my favorite part of the day too."

My natural reaction would have been to get away, but in my present
state there was very little of that going through my mind. I wouldn't
have gotten far anyway, the three teens were still there and I could
hear them giggling and commenting on how much or little I might enjoy
the next few minutes. I had no specific idea of what was going to
happen with me, but it wasn't hard to imagine the possibilities and I
wasn't surprised at all when the Lieutenant turned on the shower so
that a sudden rush of warm water bathed me.

She washed me thoroughly, using soap and a long handled scrub brush.
The bristles were surprisingly soft actually, and despite my bruises,
or perhaps because of them, the shower itself began to feel good. The
water was very pleasant and that soft soapy brush moving rapidly back
and forth over every part of my body seemed to be very much what my
aching body needed to recover somewhat. The fact that the Lieutenant
herself, who was very beautiful despite the obscene presence of her
large cock and heavy balls, was very close to me, touching me with her
hands and indeed her entire body, wasn't unpleasant by any means
either. But I was hardly thinking straight in any case.

"Let's get that cunthole clean, forty-seven. On your knees," the
Lieutenant ordered me and I found myself moving slowly to comply.

"He does like you, Lieutenant," the Captain's voice had a trace of
humor in it. "Forty-seven's clit is getting hard for you."

The three teenagers laughed and I blinked at the realization that the
woman was right, I was getting excited. As I finally got up on my
hands and knees I could look down, beneath my thighs to see that my
own cock, still sore from my beating like the rest of my body, had
nonetheless grown stiff. It was a natural reaction, I suppose, given
my circumstances and meant very little regarding my feelings for any
of my captors, but it was embarrassing and I felt it as a betrayal.

"Well, let's see how much the faggot likes this," the Lieutenant
chuckled and she was uncoiling one of the hoses off the wall.

I stared blankly at the nozzle attachment for a second and thought it
looked remarkably similar in size and shape to the woman's cock. With
some revulsion I realized that she meant to put the thing into my
rectum and for a brief heartbeat I did in fact almost try to escape my
predicament, but perhaps the Lieutenant sensed this, or more likely
she had no small amount of experience in such things, for she grabbed
my neck from behind in a powerful grip and snarled at me to hold
still.

The physical pain was far less than I might have feared, but
emotionally it was almost unbearable. The smooth stainless steel was
cold and hard and the woman worked it quickly past my sphincter,
warning me not to fight it or the pain would only be worse. She held
my neck as if I were a child really, or a puppy perhaps, sliding that
cock shaped tool into my virgin anus so far I imagined I'd be tasting
metal soon. It hurt like hell at first, my body trying to refuse; I
felt my anus stretching and being forced to yield with a sharp burning
sensation that brought a strangled cry from deep in my belly.

My ass ached and throbbed around it, my muscles taut with the effort
to keep the thing out of my most private place, but there was nothing
I could do to stop it. In front of me, just a few feet away the
Captain and those three demonic girls were smiling at my reaction and
my face burned with humiliation equal to the pain I was suffering. I
closed my eyes and soon, after the Lieutenant was satisfied that she'd
planted that nozzle inside my rectum properly, I felt the curious and
not entirely unwelcome sensation of hot water flowing into my bowels.

I'd never had an enema, but this didn't seem so bad really. The pain
of being penetrated anally was giving way to something akin to
pleasure as I began to relax slightly and the warmth that was filling
me felt good. My body had been scrubbed pink with soap and rinsed
thoroughly, and the Lieutenant turned off the shower. Now, while my
ass was being slowly but surely filled with water, she moved in front
of me.

"Open up forty-seven, time for your first lesson in prison etiquette."
She grabbed my jaw with her left hand and held her cock with the
right, pressing the smooth head to my tightly shut lips.

Her intent was obvious and I resisted at first, being a red blooded
man who'd never imagined finding himself in such a situation. The
Lieutenant wasted little breath trying to convince me to open my
mouth, rather she simple beat my face with her heavy cock, which was
just about the largest penis I'd ever seen up close and personal. Much
larger than my own, I must say, and it was thick and heavy and
surprisingly hard. She was literally beating me with it, swinging it
like a nine inch club of hot flesh, and if I hadn't experienced such a
thing I might have found the idea somewhat fantastic and
unbelievable.

In truth, however, being beaten about the face with a hard cock can be
a rather painful experience. The one time I thought that perhaps I
might just punch this crazy nazi trans-whatever bitch in the balls,
she slipped her hand from my jaw to my throat and squeezed so quickly
and painfully that I lost all reasonable resistance. She was stronger
than I was and more than that, she was much more confident in her
ability to control me than I was in my ability to resist her. I opened
my mouth a few seconds later and took the head of the Lieutenant's
cock into my warm and now willing mouth.

"There we go...Nice...Watch those teeth, forty-seven," the Lieutenant
chided me, much to the delight of her three subordinates.

I felt sick to my stomach. Revulsion for what I was experiencing
filled my heart and mind, but I was completely powerless to stop it.
The woman's cock was sliding easily into my mouth, over my tongue far
enough that I would choke suddenly as it touched the entrance to my
throat. She clucked her tongue in annoyance and admonished me to try
harder. I blinked back heavy tears of humiliation and the fact was
that I wasn't trying at all.

"This won't do, forty-seven," the Lieutenant sighed. "I won't turn off
the water until I cum."

Those words sent a shiver through my body as I was suddenly all too
aware of the water steadily filling my bowels. It wasn't uncomfortable
yet, but it soon would be, I realized. There's only so much room down
there and with that long thick nozzle plugging my rectum, the water
would have no place to go except deeper into my body, stretching and
distending soft tissue and muscle. I was no doctor of course, but the
potential for pain if not real injury seemed very real and I swallowed
hard, barely noticing that most the fluid in my mouth was precum by
then.

I had no choice and I closed my mouth tightly around that large cock
the Lieutenant was feeding me. I'd tried to keep my mouth loose
before, but now I wanted her to cum and that apparent willingness they
were forcing me to display was a bitter pill for my ego to take. I
burned with embarrassment as the Captain, and most especially those
three teenage girls, watched and commented on my ability to suck cock.
I had to choke down the bile rising from my belly and ignore the
nausea I felt for my actions. This wasn't my fault, I told myself. It
wasn't my choice. It wasn't me sucking that fat cock like a cheap
whore in a downtown alley.

But of course it was and that was the real pain. I was sliding my
tightly stretched lips up and down the shaft, wriggling my tongue over
and around the smooth glans of the Lieutenant's cock. I felt her long
fingers encircling my head as she took me in her hands, her sultry
voice commanding me to open up, to swallow and keep my throat open for
her. When I was able to do as she asked, blinking at the rather odd
sensation, the woman thrust forward quickly, shoving the length of her
cock into my mouth and open throat until her smooth, clean shaven
balls pressed hard against my chin.

I made weak muffled noises as I found myself unable to breathe. My
lungs heaved uselessly, burning against the pressure as it built
steadily in my chest. I brought my hands to the woman's thighs and she
rewarded me immediately for that transgression. The Lieutenant pulled
her cock from my throat and my mouth as well, letting me draw a deep
breath of cool air before she slapped my face hard with her right
hand. I saw stars and my vision narrowed into a dull dark tunnel for a
moment and then she was back, pressing her cock once more into my
mouth and this time she was not gentle with me.

"You do not touch me, forty-seven!" she said. "Next time you try it,
I'll cut off your fucking hands. Now suck!"

I shivered with terror and I didn't know if she'd actually do such a
thing or not, but I was quite certain I didn't want to find out. I'd
never been so afraid of anything in my life and fresh tears filled my
eyes.

I was being raped. Orally sodomized like an animal, or a rag doll with
the Lieutenant stabbing her cock into my mouth repeatedly until my
throat was literally forced open. She took me then, fucking my face
and giving me only as much air as I needed to stay conscious. Her
balls slapped my chin repeatedly; my nose was mashed against the soft
flesh of her pubis above her cock. My throat felt bruised and torn as
it was stretched over and over and I was dizzy from the experience,
hyperventilating in essence as my body recycled poisonous air in an
effort to remain alive.

The water was running too, stretching my rectum all the while. My
bowels were filled already and I could feel the weight of all that
fluid inside me, pulling down on my back and my lower stomach began to
bulge noticeably. I felt myself getting cramps as muscles that had no
business being stretched were forced to do so. The pressure was
insidious and cruel and no part of my body was immune to it. I was
shaking on my hands and knees, and even with my arms straight and
elbows locked, I was afraid I was going to collapse at any moment. My
legs were rubbery, barely able to sustain me and I was sobbing
pitiably, looking up at the woman with my eyes wide and imploring her
for mercy.

"Ahhhh..." the Lieutenant sighed happily, pulling her cockhead back so
it rested on my weary tongue and then she was cumming. "...Swallow it,
forty-seven...All of it!"

I had no choice and I was broken then, feeling the woman's cock
pulsing rapidly in my mouth. Hot sperm flooded me, salty and slightly
bitter perhaps, with a texture like snot and I did swallow, I'm
ashamed to say. I swallowed quickly and ironically enough the creamy
spend of her manly balls was soothing to my bruised throat. It coated
my esophagus like a balm, sliding into my stomach and I fought the
urge to retch and vomit the stuff back out. The idea that I was
swallowing semen was sickening and there was no question but that I
was doing it willingly. I was eating it as fast as I could while the
Captain watched and her three teenage guards giggled happily.

After a long minute, or perhaps two, the Lieutenant was satisfied and
she pulled her cock from my sucking mouth and wiped it across my face
slowly. She turned off the water then, mercifully, and I looked at her
with genuine gratitude, licking my bruised lips and tasting her still.
I thought I would never be rid of that greasy feeling of sperm on my
tongue.

"You missed some, forty-seven," the Lieutenant told me and she'd left
the nozzle in my ass, of course. "Lick it up!"

I looked down and there were cum stains on the wet tile, sperm that
had fallen from my lips and I swallowed hard, but there was little I
could do. I lowered my face to the floor and used my tongue at first
and when that didn't work, I pursed my lips, sucking up the
Lieutenant's semen with loud obscene noises that echoed around us.

"Oh, he's going to be a good little cunt, isn't he?" the Captain
chuckled.

"Forty-seven has a little sperm fetish, I think," the Lieutenant
agreed with a laugh of her own and I closed my eyes, feeling another
wave of humiliation engulf me.

The nozzle was removed a few minutes later and I could only expel the
dirty water from my rectum right there in the shower. The girls
watched of course, delighting in telling me how disgusting I was.
Another shower followed and I was washed again by the Lieutenant who
was at last satisfied that I was clean enough for her facility. I'd
expected to be allowed to dress again, but I wasn't, nor was I bound
in any way. Raven and Blondie merely took me by the arms, with Red
following close behind, and I was half-led, half-dragged down the
corridor to a door marked "Solitary" which was promptly opened.

I blinked as I looked around and truthfully I'd expected something
like a small cell deep in the basement. Something dark and dirty like
I'd seen in movies. This room was a dozen feet square and brightly lit
from above like everyplace else I'd seen. There was nothing in it
however except a wooden device, like old Puritan stocks I imagine. A
thick vertical construction of wood with holes for the neck and hands.
It was hinged of course and Red went to it, unlocking the padlock
holding the device closed. I watched her open the thing, the openings
suddenly split in halves as the upper portion tilted to one side.

Immediately I was brought over by Raven and Blondie, wordlessly forced
to kneel down on the hard cement floor, and my hands and head were
placed in the appropriate places. I had some small thoughts of
resisting them, but I had no doubt that those three beautiful young
girls would enjoy beating me again. I wanted very much to deny them
any excuse to do so and so a moment later, after Red had lowered the
top portion once more into its proper place and locked it with a loud
click of the padlock, I found my trapped. I was on my knees, leaning
forward with my head sticking through a two inch slab of oak, my hands
useless on either side of me and far enough away that I couldn't even
scratch my nose if I wanted to.

"I wanna go first," Blondie said, breaking the silence and it was if
someone had thrown a switch. The girls became suddenly animated and
even boisterous in their enthusiasm, although I couldn't see them as
they were behind me.

"You went first last time!" Red replied.

"I bet he's a virgin," Raven giggled.

"Duh!" Red laughed. "Did you see the look on his face when he got the
hose?"

"I'm definitely going first," Blondie told her two friends.

"No you're not," Raven said. "It's my turn!"

"I'm not getting sloppy seconds!" Red protested. "You guys always get
to go first. It's my turn."

"No it isn't!" Blondie said. "You haven't been here long enough to go
first."

"I've been here almost as long as you!" Red retorted.

"Almost," Blondie laughed. "That's the key."

"I've been here longer than both of you," Raven announced. "So I'm
going first."

"No way!" Blondie said. "It's my turn."

"Rock, paper, scissors then," Raven suggested.

"I get to play too then," Red told the others. "Come on, be fair."

"Should we let her?" Raven wondered.

"Yeah, fine," Blondie agreed with a theatrical sigh. "But after this
we gotta start taking turns."

"Okay, whatever," Raven sounded bored.

"Cool!" Red giggled.

"One...Two...Three..." they all said in unison and I wasn't exactly sure who
was going to get to do what first.

"Heh!" Red was laughing. "Losers."

"Oh, shut-up!" Blondie grumped.

"Yeah, hurry up. We're all gonna do it," Raven said.

"Yeah, but I'm first," Red said happily.

"Should we gag him?" Blondie asked her friends.

"No!" Raven laughed. "He's gotta clean up, remember?"

"Duh!" Red giggled.

"Yeah, yeah," Blondie muttered. "Hurry up then."

"You wanna tell him?" Red asked the others.

"You're going first, you explain," Raven said.

"Yeah!" Blondie giggled.

"Whatever," Red sighed and then she walked into view in front of me.

"This'll be good," Blondie giggled softly.

"Shhhh," Raven shushed the other girl. "She's gotta learn anyway."

"Ahem..." Red cleared her throat and frowned at me, or sort of smirked
really, but she tried to hide it. "You've been sentenced to thirty
days solitary confinement, forty-seven. That means for the next thirty
days you'll be in this room and locked down as you are now."

She started unbuttoning her tunic slowly and I blinked at her.

"While in this room you may not speak, in fact you'll be gagged and
blindfolded for much of it." She opened her tunic, pulling it out of
her skirt and she wore nothing beneath. "The only time you won't be
gagged or blindfolded is when you are being processed."

I stared as her impossibly young breasts came into view, just bare
handfuls for any man, topped with swollen nipples of the loveliest
shade of red you can imagine. Like fresh strawberries perched on twin
scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her body was so pale it was almost
blinding and I could see thin blue veins branching beneath her skin.
She was thirteen, I thought, at the very most.

"You will be bathed and fed daily by one of the guards. Another inmate
will be assigned to clean up your messes." She hung her tunic on the
edge of the stock to my right. "You won't speak with the guard unless
directly questioned. You will not speak with the other inmate for any
reason whatsoever."

Red was unbuttoning her skirt and then I watched as she unzipped it
slowly. The girl was careful not to let it fall down her thighs and
she lowered it with both hands before stepping out of it in her
leather heels. When she stood up, Red was folding the leather skirt
carefully and she draped it over the top of the stocks before stepping
back and hooking her thumbs in the black bikini panties she wore above
her stockings.

"Do you understand the rules, forty-seven?" she asked me, standing
still as a statue with her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her
panties. Her emerald eyes were filled with cold mirth as they stared
into mine.

"Y-Yes ma'am," I replied softly.

"Goody!" Red moved then, pushing her panties down quickly and stepping
out of them as her erect cock suddenly sprang into view. "We'll begin
your processing then."

She tossed her panties carelessly over her shoulder and grabbed her
cock lewdly in one small fist. Red stroked it slowly as she clearly
enjoyed the shock and dismay evident on my face. Her cock was smaller
than the Lieutenant's of course, but still a good six inches long at
least, with just a thin patch of curling red pubic hair above it. I
seriously doubted she'd had hair anywhere but the top of her head
until a week before. Red's plump balls were smooth and pink, swinging
gently beneath her hand as it worked the foreskin back and forth over
the uncircumcised head of her dick.

"You're going to get fucked every single day, forty-seven," the girl
told me. "And after you're fucked, you get to clean the cock that did
it, understand me?"

I swallowed hard, unable to answer immediately and the girl stepped
close, slapping her cock across my mouth much as the Lieutenant had
done to me previously.

"I asked you a question, forty-seven!" she said loudly. "Do you
understand?"

"Yes ma'am!" I answered quickly and I dropped my eyes then as she
giggled.

"That's better," she was rubbing her hardness all over my face.
"You're going to be a model prisoner soon, forty-seven..."

"Hurry up already." Blondie complained. "My dick's hard too, ya know!"

"...I can tell. A supermodel prisoner, I bet," Red giggled and then she
was moving behind me and I knew what she was going to do.

I closed my eyes tightly and I clenched my asshole tight. I had no
choice, it was instinctive as much as anything else and even if I'd
wanted to relax, I don't think I could have. That just made it worse
though, because I wasn't going to keep Red's hard cock out of my ass
and fighting her penetration just made the pain worse.

"You better relax!" Red warned me and I gasped as her fist found my
balls, squeezing my tender orbs as she yanked them back.

"Ouch," Raven giggled. "You better listen to her, forty-seven. She's
kind of a bitch sometimes."

"Pop one," Blondie suggested. "That'll teach him."

"Should I pop one of your nuts...Oh...See?" Red sounded like she was
grinning as I somehow found the willpower to relax my butt cheeks.
"That's better...Just think about baseball or something."

"Batter up!" Blondie laughed.

"Hurry up, too!" Raven said and Red was already pressing her cockhead
against my now all too vulnerable anus.

"Ugh!" I gasped, feeling her swollen cock stabbing past my tight
sphincter with a sharp burning sensation.

"Yeah, rape that cunthole!" Raven giggled.

"Fuck him hard!" Blondie was laughing too, the two girls cheering
their friend on as Red grabbed my hips and thrust inside me eagerly,
over and over, driving her cock into my rectum until it was a dull
ache deep in my gut.

I was still pretty stretched and well lubricated from that enema at
least, and Red's cock was smaller than the nozzle. She was warm and
the sensation of having a real cock was much different than that of
cold steel. I didn't like it, I'm not saying that, but I have to
confess that after the initial pain went away, the actual fucking
didn't really hurt. It might have been almost pleasant, except my
pride wasn't completely gone yet. I hated what this bitch was doing to
me, riding my ass with her hard cock pummeling my rectum. I was
wrapped around her, helplessly being used like a little girl, raped
the way Daphne Taylor had been, and that seemed a cruel irony.

Red was slapping my ass and telling me to move it, to give her cock a
good hard ride and make her cum. I did move, if only to bring the evil
transsexual off as quickly as I could. I'd do whatever I had to if
they would only finish and leave. Solitary sounded good and I imagined
my wife finding out about this, learning of what I was being subjected
to, and that was another unreasonable terror.

I was crying silently, desperately wishing this was over, that none of
this had happened at all. I was wretched and pathetic, falling into a
bottomless well of depression and these perverted girlish boys were
breaking me completely. Thirty days of this? Of being fucked whenever
they felt like it? Forced to clean their cocks afterward and swallow
their cum on command? What else would they have planned for me, what
unknown horrors awaited me over the course of my long and unjust
sentence? I had no idea and in truth, I didn't want to find out.

"Ahhh fuck, forty-seven! You fuck good...I'm cumming!" Red slammed her
cock inside me, driving my shoulders painfully into the stout stockade
and I grimaced with the realization that I could actually feel her
cock spraying hot sperm against my prostate.

Her orgasm filled me, thicker and warmer than the water I'd
experienced previously. This was something else, a stain in my body,
on my soul it seemed to me and I let out a soft sob which only drew
their laughter.

"Hey!" Red slapped me and I blinked at her cock, ruddy and wet and
covered with a thin froth of semen. "Open up, forty-seven. Clean my
dick off."

I had little choice and even as I opened my mouth reluctantly, feeling
Red's semi-hard penis filling my mouth, Raven was stepping up behind
me and I hadn't seen her cock, but I could soon tell that it was
bigger than Red's. Thicker, longer, and every bit as hard when she
split my asshole wide around it with little more than a contented sigh
of pleasure.

They were giving it to me from both ends, Red and Raven fucking my
mouth and ass at the same time and off to the side I knew Blondie was
waiting her turn. It was going to be a long afternoon, I could tell.
Red's cock wasn't getting any softer and I shut my eyes as she held my
face in her small hands. She was fucking my mouth and I had to take
it. I just didn't have any choice and my eyes filled with tears as I
remembered that I had thirty days of this to look forward to. No...That
wasn't true, was it? I had fourteen years ahead of me.

I really started crying then.


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