“Let’s go to the shower,” Bethany said and I nodded. She pointed to the door and followed me out as I left. I followed the various signs until I reached a shower room. It was just sort of a big room with a bunch of shower heads. It kind of freaked me out because it looked like the shower rooms in like a Holocaust movie. But I walked in anyway. Bethany the guard walked in after me.
“Okay honey,” she said sweetly, “take off your clothes.” Now I felt awkward. Like my entire life was based on, you know, trying to keep people from seeing me naked. My parents had both seen me naked, but I didn’t let people see me naked. But, when you’re in prison, they don’t so much ask you things as tell you things. So I unzipped my baggy county lock-up jumpsuit and threw it off. I kicked off my shoes as well, and I was in my bra and panties in the shower room, the guard with her arms crossed watching me. I noticed a little glint in her eye at that moment, like she might be enjoying this. But I was too scared to think about it. A lifetime of covering my body was about to end now. Someone was going to see me naked.
“Come on, we ain’t got all day,” the Guard said disinterestedly. So I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra, letting it slide off my arms. Like I said, my breasts are small but they are perky and have that nice teardrop shape I like. My skin is sort of a light color but my areolas are dark and about the size of nickels. My nipples are sort of long, but not bizarrely. I crossed my arm across my tits for a second, and then realized that I was being absurd and reached down to my panties. This is where the real scare was. Someone was going to see my dick.
I shimmied out of my panties and looked down. There it was, the little lump of flesh that caused all my problems. Given my small stature, the hormones I took for most of my life, and my Asian ancestry I have like zero body hair, so it looked even more stark there. It isn’t really big or small, kind of small-ish at like 5 inches. My balls are kind of big (I guess it would have to take big balls to think I could get away with pretending I was a girl forever… sorry, bad joke). I looked up. The guard was staring at my cock. I put my hands over it and turned around and faced the shower head.
I waited a second and then cold water rained down on me. It hit my head like a shock, I even screamed out. Hey, remember when I said what my nipples look like? Did I mention that ultra cold water makes them razor blades? Remember when I said my dick was smallish and my balls are big? When 45 degree water cascades on my package it all shrivels up into something even less impressive.
Finally, after gasping a few times, I managed to grab some soap and quickly wash my body and hair (no shampoo, it seemed). The worst part was sticking myself back under the water to rinse off the suds. But, finally, I was completely clean and the water shut off. Then I was just standing and shivering in the shower, my arms wrapped around my chest and my balls in my throat.
I was waiting for Bethany the guard to hand me a towel or something. But then, instead, I felt her hand on my shoulder. Then a shove. I started to fall forward, so I put my hands out, catching myself on the wall. I was sort of leaned over now, my butt sticking out. And her hand was on my shoulder. For a second I was totally confused, was she getting me in a good position to dry off or something? Then she leaned over and breathed into my ear.
“I don’t give a shit what the warden says,” she said, “You animals are absolute degenerates and I make it my personal quest to make sure you know you’re in prison.” I turned back to look at her, but she shoved my head forward with her hand. I didn’t move, I just stared at the wall. My heart was beating a mile a minute.
“What are you doing,” I managed to whisper and she laughed. Her voice echoed around the empty shower and I never felt so alone in my life.
“Don’t worry about that,” she said, and I heard her slide her Billy club out of its holster. She rubbed the hard wooden object against my back, then let it slide down my leg. She pried my legs a part a little with the club, and then tapped my balls with it. It wasn’t a very hard tap, but it hurt like hell. My stomach ached and I wanted to throw up.
“Fuck,” I groaned, on hand moving down to gently massage my balls. She wracked my hand and I moved it away.
“You little fags hate your cocks, but you always take such good care of them,” she said, “Okay, you don’t want to play with your dick? You want to pretend you’re a girl? Well girl’s get fucked, that’s what we do. I am going to show you how a girl takes a cock.” It doesn’t take much imagination to figure out what she was suggesting.
She slid her baton up my balls and planted it between my ass cheeks. She put just a little bit of pressure at first, spreading my cheeks and rubbing against my asshole. I was still wet from the shower and it slid there easily. But it felt huge, like it had a diameter of about two and a half inches. It was going to tear me apart.
“Tell me you want my cock,” she said and I was crying now. But it was so strange, I still, to this day, don’t really remember this like it happened. It is sort of an out-of-body thing, where I see this stuff happening to me outside my body. And the next thing I see is her slap me in the face about as hard as she can, “say it!”
“I want your cock,” I said, the pain hot on my face, the raise red area burning harder for my tears. This was exactly what I’d been afraid of in prison, but it was coming from such an unexpected source.
“I knew you were a little slut the first time I laid eyes on you. I saw you on TV, you are disgusting,” she said, and for some reason it hurt almost as much as her slap. But not as much as what happened next. She leaned in and started to push that big baton into my ass.
If you hadn’t gathered already, I was a virgin at this point. No one had ever put anything into my ass. It wasn’t even a part of my masturbation ritual. It was totally new and totally horrible. I remember screaming, until she hit me. The pain was so blinding. The cock slid, inch by inch into my asshole. It felt like it was completely filling me up, like it was going to come out of my mouth. After a few inches, I was actively thrusting into it, just trying to get it all in my body so it would stop.
And the guard was relentless, she just kept pushing the baton into me harder and harder. I was moaning lowly and she kept telling me to be quiet. My cock got hard. I can’t explain that, it was so strange, but it was involuntary. And then, something even stranger happened. I mean, it isn’t strange, it is mechanical, but it felt strange. She must’ve hit my prostate in just the right way. I didn’t know that’s what she did, I learned that later. But suddenly, mixed with all this humiliation and pain was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever felt in my life.
It built from inside my asshole, it felt like the most unholy pressure, all over my body. Then, it just sort of broke; it broke so hard that I thought I’d died to something. And when the tension released, the pleasure poured out of me. And so did the cum. Big, thick strands of cum shot out of my dick, spraying the wall in front of me. The whole time the guard kept plugging away at my asshole, she was even reaching around and grabbing my nipples now. But for a few seconds of transcendent bliss, all I could feel was the orgasm. And that was enough. Finally, the orgasm subsided and she appeared to get bored. She cruelly yanked the baton out of my ass.
“Clean this off,” she said and she shoved the baton into my throat. I didn’t really have time to react, it pushed through my teeth (not knocking any out, but hurting nonetheless) and against my tongue. It was covered in my ass, but I licked it off, hoping I could get it her stop.
“There,” I said in a shaky voice. My knees felt weak.
“What’s this?” she said, pointing to the cum on the wall, “you’ve made a mess all over my shower. Clean it up!” And as she finished she wracked the back of my knees with the baton and I feel into a kneeling position, like I was about to pray. There looked to be about two or three ounces of sperm sliming down the wall. I looked at it for a second, having never tasted the stuff. I knew what she wanted from me. I was powerless to resist.
I leaned forward and opened my mouth. I wondered for a moment about how dirty the wall was, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I sniffed the cum, but I couldn’t really smell anything. Then I stuck out my tongue and pressed it flat against the wall. The taste was salty and slimy and… pleasant. I sucked the sperm into my mouth and let it roll around on my teeth and tongue. The flavor was strong, but not bad. It was kind of sexy. I knew why people gave blowjobs. I leaned back in and licked up more of the cum, savoring its taste. By the time I lapped the rest of it up, I loved it. I wouldn’t waste another drop of it in a tissue when I masturbated, I wanted the cum. My tormentor must’ve sensed I wasn’t averse to eating sperm. She yanked me to my feet.
“You’re disgusting,” she said. Then she walked away and turned the shower back on, “clean up again.” She said. I was being punished for liking parts of my punishment. The water was just as cold and terrible as the last time. I was shivering, and now my asshole hurt. But at least I hadn’t given her the satisfaction of hating every second of it. She’d made me harder somehow, more ready for prison. As the water shut off again, I heard the door to the shower room open.
“Bethany, you finished with this chick? I need this room,” a voice said, I looked back and saw another guard. Bethany rolled her eyes, but she grabbed a towel and threw it at me.
“Hurry up, we’re done here,” she said and I wanted to run over to the other guard and give her a big cummy kiss. But I didn’t. I just wiped myself down and then walked over to Bethany. She handed me a pair of blue sweat pants and a white t-shirt. There was a pair of white panties and a pink bra as well. A uniform I guess. I got dressed quickly and we went outside. The other guard went into the shower room and Bethany led me away.
“You are lucky,” she said, “that was about to get a lot worse.” I felt my blood run cold. I didn’t want to think about the inventive torments this person could invent for me. But then we were just walking, making our way through the prison. Guards were everywhere, but there weren’t any prisoners, that I could see.
Then I could hear noise. A lot of noise. It was just talking and stuff, but it sounded terrifying. I realized that it was lunch. There was a large group in the lunchroom, talking and I was about to be thrown into the middle of it. It was like the first day of junior high all over again. I was in a narrow hallway, and I was walking towards the noise. Bethany kept pushing me further. Finally, we passed a door on our left; I looked inside, and saw the lunch room. Bethany handed me a folder, pushed me into the lunchroom and turned away. I was alone.