Part 2
"Where do you think you're going??," leering at her predicament. A piteous
mournful expression covers her face as the shock of the afternoon is now
revealing its ugliness, and her complete helplessness to avoid it. "Come
back here bitch, or I'll come in there and get these cuffs back on you for
keeps." As if the tears shed already were not plenty, they erupted all anew
from her trembling body. Gut-wrenching knots compelled her to submit to
this man whom she knew had no intention of providing her safety and
protection. Eyes wide, she moved toward him, her arms but a weakened
appendage offering no defenses against his steely gaze, piercing her torn
soul.
"Get on your fuckin' knees bitch and let me find out if you're good," as he
reaches in the cell and pushes her down to the cold floor. Crying without a
breath being taken, she's swirled into a dreamlike place where blurs and
images seem real or not...nothing appears to make sense. Until she feels
the warm head of his cock pressed to her lips, eyes closed, as her hair is
mangled into his urgent grip...and she opens her mouth slightly...then
passes out.
Hours, days, weeks...her mind swims to the surface of the gloomy darkness
from the depths where she was completely alone. Hyperventilation, shock,
dread, fear...all the negatives crashing into her mind finally gave way to
easing her trauma, and now she's somehow looking down on her body being
covered by this man twice her size, suffocating her all over again. Her
face tossed sideways as his hand covered her mouth, and his hips
unmistakably pummeled her depths with a cock thicker than she'd ever know,
thrusting in and out like a beast-fucking animal. She felt nothing...seemed
and literally was only a spectator watching this surreal movie of herself
being raped in some dank jail-cell by a sadistic guard. Her eyes were
blank, non-registering , from a visage presented as of one who's mind was
not present.
After some weeks, days, hours later she feels a huge weight being lifted
off of her torso. Witnessing this brute of a beast raising off of her,
panting heavily, cheap aftershave mixing with her own cold sweat, she falls
back from her perch overhead in the corner of the ceiling. Tumbling into
herself again, she feels the pain from his savage violation, the sickened
ugliness of the ordeal. Before he's to the cell door, convulsions of bile
retches out of her stomach as she lunges towards the drain in the middle of
the floor. "For a pretty bitch like you, I'll have to make damn sure you
know how to fuck a man proper, before I let you out of here, you dumb
cunt." Matted hair, chills coursing through her, the sick taste of vomit on
her lips, as her hand brushes along a torn lip, she only looks with bruised
eyes blearily in his direction to make sure the door is being locked.
Feeling, realizing now the enormous extent of his assault, she rolls over
onto her back, looking blankly up to a distant ceiling, black and hollow.
Shaking, her arms cross her breasts, as she curls into a fetal position,
and wishes this horror could have some answers to ending. Sometime, much
later, her eyes shut.
Hours past, she noticed the hallway lights remained on all the time, and
there must have been night sometime, for sleep happened, she realized.
Actually, despite being completely nude in a cold, damp jail-cell, she
would have continued her restorative slumber, except for the clamor of
another day where people are caged against their will. The noise outside
indicated breakfast was being "served."
He came again to darken her cell door. She retreated impulsively to the
back of the small enclosure. "Girl, getchur damn ass up here to getchur
damn breakfast...NOW!" The mind strain immediately jumped into her again,
as she barely recognized she was edging forward again, despite all of her
senses telling her to run. But in a jail, no one runs, no one hides ... you
just learn to exist...by their rules.
"I see you ain't too stupid, now," as she timidly reached for the metal
tray. Just as she was touching the edge, he pulls it back. "Now, you fine
piece of pussyjuice, I want what you forgot to give me yesterday. I want
you to guzzle my cum down that pretty throat of your's." She lurched
backwards. "Now one piece of prison garb you might like is this wool
blanket I brought with me, and if you suck this long, thick cock real good,
I'm gonna let you sleep tonight in comfort. You be real good to me, and I
may even get you some clothes...sometime. Either way, you get on your
pretty little knees now, and suck me off nice and hard through these bars,
or I'm gonna make you think yesterday was just a picnic, bitch." She had
enough of this hellish existence being far too real, and she held the bars
as she softly put her knees down on the cold, hard floor.
Moving her hands to his pants, she pulled his zipper to its length, and
gently prodded his massive cock from inside his boxer shorts. Leaping out
at her like a moray eel, she felt his hand grab again into her blonde hair
and roughly pull her towards him as he thrust his hips to the limits of the
steel bars separating them. Without a word spoken, she began to lick the
soft warm head, already evoking the clear juices from his balls. He grunted
approvingly and pulled her head further down his shaft and with tongue
flicking all over, she felt the massive head reach the back of her throat.
The stiff rod gave her cause to gag and she almost panicked, until her mind
again came to her rescue and she concentrated on relaxing her reflexes, her
muscles and just breath. Until he kept pushing down, down, down her throat
even more. Squealing in protest, around this monster, she pushed against
the bars, as she realized her forehead was now against the cold steel bars,
and his grip was much more powerful than she could fight.
Without relief or concern, he poked his member into her face, more and more
savage thrusting, grunting with delight. She felt her lack of oxygen
quickly coming to an end, trying to sniff air into her nostrils, to no
avail. For some reason, which so far had not been the norm of this
nightmare, she felt the head of his cock thicken, his balls tighten into a
leathery pouch, and within seconds thick goo was spewing into her stomach.
He was growling with pain, it seemed, as jolt after jolt of slick, creamy
cum slickened up her insides even more as it threw itself inside its warm
receptcle. She managed, knowing it was almost over, to keep her throat
open, enduring this degradation, just to finally get air back into her
tortured lungs, soon.
With a final growl of pleasure, he pulled her head back, lifting her
painfully to her feet as she stumbled to keep her balance while also
reaching to hold her hair, breathing once again, finally. His sick ego
stroked, lifting her onto her tiptoes, he brings her face to the front of
the bars. Mashing her cum-slickened lips and cheeks against the cold steel,
the barbarian heaves a load of spit and phlegm into her eyes. Laughing he
drops her, and her breakfast onto the floor, shoving the blanket behind
them. "Fucking good bitch...eat up...you're gonna need your strength when I
come back reloaded full of fresh cum this afternoon before I get off."
Picking the putrid bits of food off the nasty floor gingerly, she puts the
first morsels of food into her mouth in over a day, as she wishes she could
wash the taste of his sperm juices away forever.
Finding some warmth in the nasty, tattered wool blanket she kept reliving
how she could have had this happen to her. Gratefully, for some hours, she
was alone, and relatively safe. Back into a corner of her cell, she only
had the drain available to relieve her bladder, not daring to empty her
bowels there. The stench from the cesspool assaulted her sense of smell, as
it consumed every breath of air, almost as much as this beast who was her
source for life. Thinking of his brutality, and shuddering, she suddenly
froze, aware now of the sound of his shoes on the prison floor. Alerted
now, she heard him coming back.
Contorting her knees up to her chin, pulling the blanket to cover her
nakedness, she felt his sneering as he said, "Well, pretty fuckface, ready
for your afternoon exercise?" She refused to answer him, and he opened the
door, without hesitation.
"Seems like you just don't learn," as she slapped her across the face,
reaching and jerking her to her feet. "But now, I got to 'do my duty,'" he
laughed, "and bring you to the judge." Again, she was off-balance in her
mind and body as her clothes from yesterday were thrown on the floor for
her to get dressed in. "We want to make sure you look pretty, for His
Honor, you know, cuntslut. Get dressed, we got places to go, people to
see...and then...ha ha ha...things to do," as he gave her such an evil
sideways glance.
Slipping her tired, bruised body into the skimpy outfit she meant to enjoy
herself, she thought how utterly stupid she felt for ever wanting to entice
any man ever. Within a minute, she was once again quickly moving down the
long cold hallway of prisoners on each side, lowering her head as the
catcalls of the community now had special meaning to her, as she realized
their taunts knew what she'd endured at the far end, in her cell.
Through doors, the maze renewed as she traveled with her jailer/rapist
along places less populated as the precinct buzz of the day before. Feeling
so exposed and violated, she knew to only do as she was told. Already she
was conforming to the role of a sexslave, without cause or reason, except
what others wanted of her. His voice hisses, "GirlFuck, you don't know this
yet, but you were captured...you committed no offense. We have cops on the
street who look for girls like you...fresh, gorgeous, and single. Your car
was reported 'stolen,' but now it's an itty bitty crumbled lump of mashed
metal, sold as scrap. No one has any idea what has become of you, and an
official "missing persons bulletin" is already prepared and waiting for
another two days before it can be issued...if anyone files it, that is.
You, fuckflesh, have been taken into a world where we make the laws, we
make the rules, and we enjoy all the power and privilege that comes with
it. Now, you're going before the head man, the judge, and he's going to
decide if your sorry whorepussy is worth having or not. Anyway if he wants
you or not, till the day you're taken from my hall, I'll still make sure
your ass and cunt are full of my cock, unless he thinks you look a little
too beat up, and that you're just some cheap crack-addict off the street.
Then we'll dispose of you, like we do every week, with our "animal shelter
girls."..those needing to be put to sleep." Nothing could have been more
horribly accurate to finally answer her tormented mind.
Soon, the area got more "official looking" and she realized she had come up
through the labyrinth of the back halls to a court, a judge's world.
Entering the paneled double doors, the room was full of people, the
gallery, the jury, the lawyers, the bailiff, the recorder, etc. She was
ushered down to the very front, as if all these were waiting on her. Again,
her mind reeled as to this impossible dream that seemed to be without end.
Led directly in front of His Honor, she dared not look except to her feet,
so embarrassed and humiliated to be in such a state of disarray and shame.
"Look up at me, young lady." She raised her bruised face slowly, and when
she realized he was squinting at her now from understanding some of what
had happened to her in the last 24 hours, she immediately felt the first
sense of compassion, yet dropped her head once again, instinctively.
"No, don't do that again, young lady...I want to see beyond the surface of
your recent wounds and look into you, to see if your soul bears anything
worth redeeming." She raised her swollen lips, strained eyes, and held his
gaze as directed. For some minutes, nothing seemed to move, as his facade
indicated nothing, his eyes absorbing all of her, barely able to tell if he
moved them at all. What seemed again an indeterminate amount of time
passing, she heard, "Bring her to the platform the ninth hour of this day,"
as his gavel smacked down resounding a silence unprotested among all the
multitudes witnessing. The beast sizzled as he reached seemingly with a
gentle grasp. Yet she felt as if he were trying to break her upper left arm
in an ever-tightening vise that had no limit to its pressure.
Pushed toward the front doors of the courtroom, she found again what seemed
to be a honeycomb of further passages. Almost pushing her ahead so fast
that she stumbled, he grated, "It seems the judge thinks you're worth
saving...and damn if I didn't do my best to fuck you up so bad he'd let me
hide you on my hall for a few weeks, or if you were really a good fucking
cuntwhore...a few months, before I'd broken you into nothing but a crazy
pile of fuckflesh, a babbling idiotwhore." And with that, he shoved her
into a small conference room where he pushed her over a gleaming wooden
table, ringed with plush executive chairs. Without a word, she felt her
shorts pulled off, panties ripped...and his massive erection shoved
deliberately up her dry, tight ass. She screamed as he slapped her
repeatedly, screaming at her to shut up and take it...as he pulled back
out, ran it up inside her battered cunt a few deep strokes, then reinserted
it to its depth back into her virgin ass. The pain was unimaginable as she
passed out again, falling into a blackness of nothingness.
Looking down again, with a chandelier almost blocking the view, she saw her
body being thrust into over and over. Sliding on the shiny oak table, as
this monster cock, red from her bloody ass, continued to assault her,
nothing but blank awareness confirmed that she was watching herself being
raped again, by this animal. Nature itself protected her from feeling this
torture, splitting her mind from her body once again to keep her from going
insane. Her consciousness to him would only give him reason to perpetuate
the brutality, and he didn't care for her welfare in the least, just
getting his evil load of snakejuice again to violate her sense of who she
was as a person, before this ordeal began, only a day before.
Nothing registered...nothing. Finally, she saw him raise his ugly, skewed
face up to the ceiling, not noticing her watching this depravity from her
perch. Screaming his lust-filled victory roar, his cum ran up from his
enormous balls along and into the serpent-like shaft of his cock. He
shuddered and convulsed back over her back as his ass jerked spasmodically
while his essence assaulted her, the one thing that seemed to have power
even over his own Herculean strength. He slowed, panting again...and slid
that six inch wide, ten inch long phallus out of her torn ass, streaked
with a combination of white, creamy cum and fresh bright red blood. The
ugly, smeared cockhead fell out, along with a discharge of mixed fluid.
Pushing her back into the table, he moved off of her...still unconscious.
The vortex of nature brought her instinctively again back into her body,
whirling down from the ceiling, into her body once more. She drew a deep
breath as if coming out of a trancelike slumber. Hearing the sounds of the
room, almost silently now, the senses returned to her immediately. Too
quickly she bit her lips while screaming inside from that searing pain of
her torn rectum. Eyes opening to see the far wall, she dared not look to
see, for she felt him still there, knowing he was waiting for her to
acknowledge his sadism. With only a growling chuckle, he grabbed her shorts
and wedged them up her bottom, stemming the flow of blood and cum that now
ran down the inside of her left leg. "Let's go you worthless, piece of
shitmeat."
Almost feeling the darkness sweep over her eyes again, she was jerked up
again too quickly, standing on her feet. She reeled as the door rushed
towards her, somehow opened and she was again propelled down the hall, the
direction she was in before her sidetrip to the table. Sore and in genuine
pain from this depravity, she stumbled again, not given the consideration
of even walking at a normally fast clip to get where they were going.
Rounding a corner, she heard before she saw...the holding cell for whatever
it was they kept people in there for...women...women's voices. For some
reason, her soul washed in the comfort of her gender.
"Step back, ya damn fuckbitches!," he roared. The keys did their deed, door
opened and she was pushed in before the tide of cramped women swept forward
again to fill the void. He was known by them, and she knew how.
Comfort, safety, sympathy, community...??? No... Death still living, for
when she looked up...she immediately realized who they were. The "kennel
women," the "animal shelter girls," destined to be terminated when and,
even more horribly, as invasive and as deliberately cruel as such beasts
who reigned here preferred. Their eyes were blank, listless. Whatever life
they had before they came to be here, it had long ago been ruined forever,
and instead only the unmistakable look of living death perpetuated these
zombies from one minute to the next. Her next thoughts were..."Was she one
of THEM??? Had the judge cruelly fooled her??? Had the creature who raped
her so horribly been fucking her mind as much as he had been her destroyed
body???
No one said anything as they saw themselves in her. The torn clothing,
blood stained shorts, bruised and cut face, mauled arms and legs, scratched
with ragged nails of animals' paws...all knew the signs. Vacant acceptance
of another member of this secret world in their midst.
