Hi

You could not have read my story a few years ago because I only wrote it last year! You might have read a prison story, but I am very angry that you suggest it is not written by me!

Let me know what you have written? Or do you  simply critisise other people?

Thank you to all those people who have encouraged me to write more.

Hi guys, sorry it has been so long since I last wrote, but in this hell hole I don’t get hardly any time to write. Sorry for the delay, I hope my story will be worth the wait.

I am still madam’s handbag, although she manages to pack much more in these days,  she has been using fisting for the last three months, her drug dealing needed more room more than the money she makes pimping me out to the guards. You could say I am a beautiful handbag, given that there is not one area of skin below my collar line that is free from tattoos. However if you look closely among the pictures there are many words, such as fuck pig, whore, piece of shit. I know what I am, what I have been reduced to, just a handbag who carries drugs and a phone around the prison for Madam.

A couple of weeks after I wrote my first account, I came back to the cell to find two wardens in there. They had handcuffs and leg chains and they told me that I had broken some sort of regulation and was going to be confined to solitary for a while. At first I was actually relieved, I thought it would be a break from being in the cell with Madam, what a naive fool I was. I could see she had a roll of notes, she was being paid to keep quiet while I was out of my cell for God Knows how long.

It was humiliating walking in the chains, I could only take silly dolly steps, and the wardens weren’t going to allow me to go slow along the corridors. We stopped just outside a isolation cell and they unlocked the cuffs so I could strip. I knew enough about prison by then to just do as I was told, without question so it only took a couple of seconds to take off the prison uniform and the underwear that had been worn by other prisoners before me. The first indication that something different was happening was when the cuffed my hands behind my back and then just stood back checking me out. I felt humiliated, again. Normally they just stay sort of glazed over, when you have to shower naked in front of them but this was different. They had a look that implied they had plans for me, and I began to feel some trepidation as one lent forward and slowly caressed me with his night stick, tracing the outside of my thigh, upwards to my waist, then over to my left breast. He poked it pushing it upwards, giggling it about eventually slapping my tit hard with the side of the stick. Then he continued down, across my tummy until he was pushing it hard against my pussy lips. I knew enough not to move a single muscle, let alone speak. He continued rubbing it hard against my clit, like he was going to fuck me with it. Surprisingly and to my shame, I began to feel aroused, soon the stick was glossy and wet with my juice. He smiled then, and in those eyes I could see a mean streak. I was scared. Suddenly, the cosy cell with Madam seemed a much safer place to be.

The isolation cell was quite small, about half the size of a normal cell, but it had sort of cushions over the floor, rather than furniture. I was shoved inside and pushed until I fell forward onto my knees, I had to use my head to stop the momentum as my hands were behind my back. He knelt behind me then, rubbing the night stick against my clit, once again I was aroused, and I felt ashamed. I heard a zip come undone, and then the other warden pulled my head up by my hair, and shoved his cock in my mouth. Soon his pubic hair was scratching my chin, and his scent filled my nostrils, which were flaring trying to gain some air, as his cock was down my throat and I could not breathe. It was then that the warden behind thrust his cock into my cunt, at the same time shoving the other guys cock further down my throat. I could not breathe, I was going to choke. I was beginning to see black spots, and I really did think I was going to die. I looked up at the warden, trying to plead with my eyes, while the guy at the other end pumped hard on my pussy.

“that’s it, beg with your eyes, you piece of shit, you want to breathe, then beg” I rolled my eyes as far as I could go, and then I became light headed. He must have done this before because he saw the signs and pulled out his cock enough for me to take a huge gulp of air. It felt so good to breathe.

Suddenly he slapped me round the face, the force of the blow sending me sideways causing the guy at the other end to lose the pussy, which made him swear.

“for fuck sake Harry, what did you do that for?”

“she didn’t thank me for letting her breathe, ungrateful cow. Go on slut, thank me for letting you live, you piece of dirt” he slapped me again.

“Thank you, Sir, for letting me breathe” I gasped, my lungs hurt I was breathing so heavy. I felt light headed and disorientated. My face was on fire he had hit me so hard.

Satisfied, they picked me up, placed me back in position. They had definitely done this before because they got into some sort of rhythm, the guy from behind would shove my face onto the other guy’s cock and then he would push me back so my pussy speared the other guy’s cock. Except after a while the guy behind decided he wanted my ass, as my pussy was useless.

“like fucking a bucket” he laughed, as he shoved his cock up my ass in a single brutal thrust. The guy at the front had a wide cock and it was beginning to make my jaw ache, but I kept my mouth wide open, because he warned me that if he felt teeth he was going to beat me with his night stick so hard, I could not leave isolation for a month until the bruises had gone. He then reached forward, grabbing a tit in each hand and using it for extra pulling power as he impaled me on his cock. I thought my tits would come off in his hand he was pulling on them so hard.

Just when my knees were about to explode from the shoving the guy in my ass suddenly stopped and I felt him pump all his come in my ass. The guy at the front grew impatient and began to pull harder and faster on my tits eventually stopping to pull out his cock and come in my face. When he was done he rubbed his cock all over my eyes, nose and mouth so that no part of my face was free from his sticky come.

“Thank you Sir” I learned quickly. In prison you don’t get told twice.

They both moved away and I just fell onto my side, unable to break my fall because my hands were still behind my back. They both stood watching me for a while, as they zipped up their trousers, and readjusted their uniforms. Eventually they left the cell, laughing as their words echoed in the space.

“boy it is going to be fun for the next couple of weeks. Did you tell the other guys on the shift we had a toy?”

“Yes, and their waiting their turn” laughed the other.

Hi guys,

thanks for the comments, will write more when I get the time!

hugs

Scarlet