Feminola Main Prison

CONTENT WARNING: This is a story in six parts about a man in an otherwise all-women prison. The series contains humiliation, filth, body odor, forced sex, sexual punishment, oral sex during the woman's period and other disgusting and repulsive stuff. It gets worse as the series progress. You have been warned!... and some may not like the happy ending.

My legs were shackled to the floor of the van, and my hands to a point above my head. The three other prisoners, all female of course, were shackled similarly. The guard was looking bored, she passed the time staring at me. That was when I realized that I could very well be the only male in the prison, except possibly for a few unfortunate foreigners like me.

The van stopped, and eventually the back door was opened. One by one, our shackles were detached from floor and wall, and we were let out of the van. This was the point where in Hollywood the hero would kick the guard in her face and somehow manage a miraculous escape. Instead, I was meekly led out. My hands were still manacled, and my feed were shackled together by a short chain, so I could only take very small steps.

It was almost as hot outside as in the van, and I was sweating, being overdressed in a jacket and now quite crumbled business clothes. At least I had lost my tie along the way. We were lined up, and a uniformed woman addressed us.

"Welcome to Feminola Main Prison. I am the warden, I will hold no welcome speech, but I do warn you. This is a low security prison, meaning that you will only be shackled when there is a reason for it. Do not abuse this privilege. If you attack a guard, or attempt to escape, you will have a year added to your sentence and will be transferred to the new high security facility in the south of the island. There you will be held shackled 24/7, and will only be allowed out of your cell to work in the mines. You do not want that fate. Few are stupid enough to try to escape, and they mostly fail. Even those rare ones that get away end up failing, the longest one evaded recapture was three days. She now pays for those three days of freedom by six years of hard physical labor in irons. Don't be that stupid."

She looks sternly at us. Then she points at me.

"And you, if you try to escape you will not get one year extra, you will get three. Male escape is punished hard by the law! Enough talk. You will now be unshackled. Don't be stupid!"

One by one, we were freed of our irons. We were in a front yard of the prison, behind us was the tall perimeter wall, the main gate was closed. In the front a building, to the sides were lower walls, probably separating us from other parts of the prison. Escape was not an option. In the middle of the yard there was a table with a laptop, the warden sat down behind it.

She pointed at two of the prisoners.

"You two, come up here. And you two, wait two meters behind them."

The two prisoners stood side by side in front of the table. The last two of us waited two meters behind.

"Put your right thumb on the fingerprint reader... good. Now empty your pockets."

The first woman, a young woman around twenty years of age, emptied her pockets onto the table. The guard registered everything, and put her belongings in a plastic crate. Then she told the other woman to do the same. She was older, perhaps in her late forties. She did as she was told. Her stuff was put in another crate.

"Now both of you remove your shoes."

They both obeyed, the shoes were put in plastic bags and placed in the crates.

"Remove your clothes, and fold them nicely."

They both began removing their clothes. When they were just in their underwear, the young woman stopped but the older one unclasped her bra, folded it nicely, and then removed her panties. The guard stared at the young woman for maybe half a minute without saying a word. Then she took the hint, and removed her underwear, standing stark naked before us all.

A woman in a white uniform, probably a doctor, approached and stood behind them. She put a thin latex glove on her right hand.

"Turn around and face me!"

The two prisoner turned around, showing their naked fronts not just to the doctor but also to me and the fourth prisoner. They were clearly scared.

The doctor looked at the young woman. "Cavity inspection, open your mouth!"

She complied, and the doctor put a finger into her mouth, moving it around. Then she pulled it out and inserted it in her pussy. She was not gentle, and pushed it far inside her, the poor woman got tears in her eyes but did not protest.

"Now you," she said to the older woman. She opened her mouth, and the doctor put her finger in. Then her pussy was searched.

"Turn around, bend over and place your hands on the table."

They both obeyed, presenting their asses to us. The doctor put her gloved finger into the ass of the young woman, and poked her insides for a while. Then she did the same to the older woman. Finally, she removed her glove and discarded it in a bin. Thank God!

Two guards approached. One took the young woman by her upper arm.

"Building three, cell five," the warden said. The young woman was led away, naked.

"Building three, cell two," the warden said to the other guard, and the older woman was led away.

"You two, approach."

We approached the table, she looked at me.

"Where are you from?"

"Norway."

"That's far away. You should have stayed there."

Indeed! Our fingerprints were scanned, and the content of our pockets was registered. Then our shoes. And when told to strip, we both did so. I was standing naked next to an equally naked woman that I had never met before. If this was meant to humiliate us, it worked.

The doctor searched her mouth and then her vagina, before putting her finger into my mouth. It tasted of rubber, and thankfully not of much else. That finger had just been in a stranger's vagina! She moved her finger around in my mouth, it was most unpleasant. Then she stared at my dick.

"Turn around and bend over!"

We complied, again she searched the woman's ass first, before sticking the same finger into mine. Finally, the ordeal was over, two guards came to lead us away.

"Building one, cell seven."

The guard grabbed my arm. I assumed being marched around naked was some kind of hazing, I refused to give them the satisfaction of protesting against it. I was led into a corridor in the building, then straight ahead until we reached another door. We stepped out into a courtyard where I had the bad news. Three naked women were walking together, carrying some kind of crates. Two other naked women were walking in the opposite direction. A uniformed guard was watching over the courtyard. Shit!

There were three long two-story buildings, I was led to one of them, to a door labelled "7". The guard used her fingerprint to unlock the door, and opened it.

"Your new cellmate."

"But it's a man!"

"Get used to it."

She pushed me in the back and slammed the cell door behind me. I was in a small cell with a tiny glass-less window with bars, illuminated by a bare light bulb in the ceiling and the minimal daylight from the window. There was a single bed and a toilet without lid. Three naked women were sitting on the bed. One was my age, the other perhaps ten years older and slightly chubby, and the third was very young. She looked like a teenager, but I knew that Feminola did not imprison minors together with adults.

"Sorry about that outburst, I was just surprised. I am Moira, welcome to cell seven," the middle-aged woman said. She was white, with light brown hair, and large somewhat sagging breasts.

"Magnus. From Norway. I understand, getting a man in your cell was probably not what you expected."

"We did not expect it, but we are not going to complain," the woman my age said with a grin. "I am called Aida, by the way." She could certainly be Arabic as her name hinted, her skin was brown and her hair was black.

"I have never seen a naked man before, at least not in real life," the young woman said.

"And the youngster who has never seen a dick before is Juanita. Juanita, if you ask him he might let you touch it."

"May I?" she asked.

I did not know what to say, but for some reason I stepped closer. She reached out and touched my dick, first carefully then she held it in her hand.

"It is nice and soft," she said.

"Believe me, normally it gets bigger and harder when a woman touches it. But I am too freaked out for that now. I did not know that Feminola kept it's prisoners naked!"

"They say we don't need any human dignity, unfortunately," Moira said. "Does it scare you to be naked in a prison full of women?"

I nod.

"If we leave the cell tomorrow, and two women from another cell were to attack me, what would you do?"

"I would defend you," I answered.

"Yes you would, although you hardly know me. Because in prison, you defend your cell mates. If anybody harass you, we will defend you. And the other prisoners know that. Of course, we cannot protect you from the guards, they are sometimes cruel but rarely inhuman. And you have to beware of Roxanne, she will try to make you her prison bitch, you don't wanna let her do that! She would make your life a miserable hell. We'll try to protect you, and in return we expect you to be nice to us. Of course it is the natural role of men to please women. Come, sit here between me and Juanita."

They made space for me between them, and I sat down. They did not make much space, and I could feel the warm skin of their thighs touch mine.

"I don't want to be left out," Aida said.

"We just left the best seat for you."

She got up, and sat down in my lap. I could smell her body, she had not showered recently, but it was not an unpleasant smell. I hardly smelled of Eau de Cologne myself. I place my left hand on one of her breasts, and my right hand on her belly.

"Is that what you meant when you said that I should be nice to you?" I ask, as I slowly massage Aida's breast.

"Yes. Prison is boredom, most of the time. Sex is the only entertainment we have in our cells. You just made our lives a little less boring."

"But I..." I interrupt myself before I say something stupid.

"You what? You though that all women on Feminola were lesbians? We are not. Most of us are in reality bi-sexual. There are even some who prefer men, they will just never admit it publicly."

"In fact," Moira added, "maybe ten percent of all girls born on Feminola are conceived naturally, typically by mothers who travel abroad for that purpose."

"And what if it's a boy?" I blurt out, regretting it immediately since I guessed the answer.

"Abortion. Or forced adoption just after birth."

"That's cruel."

"Welcome to Utopia!"

While we spoke, my right hand had slowly moved down over Aida's belly and into her pubic hair. Now I was cupping her pussy in my hand, and gently squeezed it. She clearly liked it. I gently pushed a finger in between her major labia, and felt the wetness of her cunt. I began rubbing her, slowly moving my finger between her slit and her clit, while my other hand massaged her breast. She moaned.

"How did you end up here?" Moira asked.

"You mean in prison, or on Feminola?"

"Both. Obviously, your first mistake was coming to Feminola."

"The US has a travel advisory against men coming to Feminola," Juanita added.

"Norway has too," I said, while gently rubbing Aida between her legs.

"Well, I am working... I mean I was working for a software company in Norway. We have a new customer here on Feminola, and I was writing a software package together with my colleague Sofia. It was the plan that Sofia and my female boss would travel here to teach our customer how to use it, and to make last minute adjustments to the code. But Sofia was involved in a traffic accident, and they needed a technical person, so our customer arranged a special travel permit for me.

"I was as careful as I could be. I stayed in my hotel room and only left it to work with the customer. I even got my meals in my room. But the last day they wanted to celebrate. I was reluctant, but as a compromise we would do it in the hotel bar. At first it went well, then a group of young women arrived. A few of them were quite aggressive, groped me and were acting most inappropriately. At some point I had to push one of them away, but she stumbled and fell backwards on the floor. She hit her head pretty badly, and the police was called. Several witnesses said it was her own fault, but when they reviewed the surveillance video they saw that I placed my hand on her breast as I pushed her. I think I pushed her shoulder, but I may have touched her breast. I was charged with 'Male sexual assault of a lesser degree', and given a six month prison sentence."

"That sucks," Juanita said. "I got six months for drugs. At least I have only myself to blame. Four more months, then I am free again. And clean, I'll never do drugs again! Go a little faster on her clit, but softly. And squeeze her nipples, she likes that."

I did as she said, and a moment later Aida moaned as she came. She sat in my lap for a few more minutes catching her breath, then she got up. Juanita took her place. She had larger breasts than Aida, and the same brown skin. She also smelled of sweat, but less strongly than Aida or perhaps I was just getting used to the atmosphere in the cell. I began playing with her breasts, and then gave her pussy some love.

"I got two years for embezzlement, I cheated my employer for around two million femdols. That's like three year's salary. I thought I had a foolproof plan. Maybe it was foolproof but they were not fools," Aida said with a laugh.

Juanita had begun moaning. I looked at Moira, but she did not say anything.

"It is none of my business why you are here," I said when she clearly did not want to speak.

"No it is not," she said. Juanita was beginning to moan, and finally came. She squirted a bit on my hand. Then she leaned back against me and just relaxed. Ten minutes passed.

"Do you want the same treatment, Moira? I could also lick you, if you prefer."

She smiled.

"I am doing life without parole for murder, I have been here for fifteen years so far. I killed three women. One of them had broken into my apartment, she threatened me with a gun. She tied me to my bed and raped me for hours with a strap-on. She denied everything in court and the prosecutor was incompetent, so she was acquitted. That night I broke into her home and shot her. That was certainly an overreaction. And I seriously regret that I shot her two sisters. My 25 year old self was a psychopath, I am a different person now."

"Oh my God!"

"Yes, I know. I'll never leave this place, but I cannot complain. I am alive and they are not. A bit of fingering would be nice, am I too big to sit on your lap?"

"Certainly not, take your seat!"

In spite of my best efforts I could not make her come with my hands, but she claimed that she enjoyed it anyway. Then a bell rang, and a green light appeared above the cell door.

"Dinner time. Come."

We opened the cell door and walked out into the court yard. Naked women were emerging from the other cells. We all walked to the end of the building, through a door and up the stairs to a dining hall, where we queued. The kitchen was manned by naked women, clearly inmates. We each got a plate of food, it did not look as bad as I had feared. We found a table with four other women, and ate there. During dinner I got many sexually loaded comments and twice a woman patted my ass, but I was not seriously harassed.

The other inmates were women of all races and ages, although the majority were around my own age. Some were fat, some were athletic, most were pretty ordinary. And everybody were smelling of sweat and unwashed bodies.

"How often do we get to shower," I whispered to Aida.

"Once per week, on Saturdays."

It was Wednesday, so the smell would get worse. I ate my food in silence. When we had eaten all inmates flocked around the sinks, it was time to brush our teeth. Aida grabbed a toothbrush from a glass labelled "7", and when she was done she passed it on to Juanita. Then Moira used the same toothbrush, then me. Disgusting, but I had no choice. Then we returned to our cell. Moira unlocked the cell door with her fingerprint. I asked her if we really could open the door like that.

"Only from the outside. And only at times when we are supposed to be out."

Back in the cell, I pissed while the three girls watched.

"Don't wipe unless you shit. We only get two rolls per week, that is not much for four people and it really sucks running out. So don't waste it."

There was a tiny shelf for the paper, a single roll and an empty one next to it. There was also a small box with a few tampons. And, strangely, a strap-on dildo.

"I did not expect that one," I said, indicating the dildo.

"It's mine," Moira said. "A gift from the guards. You get one for your fifth anniversary here. We use it a lot, but maybe less now that you are here!"

We sat on the bed.

"What now?"

"Well, there is not much entertainment here, if we want fun we have to do it ourselves. Usually that means sex, are you up for that on your first evening?"

"Sure. You are all quite attractive."

"Even old me?" Moira asked.

"Yes, milf!"

"I try to keep in shape, within reason. Who will you start with?"

"Age before beauty," I say with a grin.

"We'll watch," Aida said as she and Juanita got out of the bed. Moira laid down on her back and I got down beside her. We warmed up by kissing and touching each other. Shew played with my dick, I kneaded her large breasts and sucked her nipples. When we were both sufficiently horny, I kissed her breasts, then her belly and slowly kissed my way down towards her pussy. She spread her legs wide open. I kissed her in her pubic hair, then directly on her cunt. Her smell was strong and musky, but arousing. I began licking her, she tasted salty and a bit bitter. As I licked her, the taste became sweeter and she became wetter. She was panting and beginning to moan. I moved in and slowly my dick slid into her. Yes! She was wet and warm and grabbed my ass with both hands to push me further in. We did not fuck for long, I could feel her come, and a few minutes later I came myself. I collapsed half way on top of her. Aida and Juanita applauded!

"Well done, nice show!" Aida said.

I did not reply, I placed my head on Moira's shoulder to rest. She was quite sweaty now, although it was evening and the window was open, the air was still warm and humid. And as my head rested on her shoulder, I could smell her hairy armpit. All girls were hairy here, they might have dildos but certainly no shavers!

Aida and Juanita got back into the bed, Juanita spooned me and Aida was behind her.

"I need a little break before I can do one of you," I said.

"Juanita can be next, I'll wait till the morning," Aida said. Moira rolled over on her side, so I was spooning her.

"Are you old enough to remember the Revolution?" I asked her.

"Yes, I was thirteen. But I remember the Freezeout more clearly, it was a bad time," she answered. "I was in fifth grade, and quite liked school. I had good friends there. It was early autumn when the extreme right won the election, and implemented what they called anti-feminism but is now known as The Freezeout. They had absolute majority in parliament, and quickly changed the constitution to abolish voting rights for women. Then women were not allowed to have bank accounts. In the early spring they banned girls from schools and universities. A month later girls below 12 were no longer allowed to leave their parents' house, and women above 12 had to wear a collar and a leash, held by a male guardian. And were not allowed to speak outside their home, only whisper. I remember my dad was upset, and my mother was absolutely furious. And angry at my dad for merely being upset. It was an awful and boring year. A few times other parents would secretly bring their daughters to our house so we could play, but soon that stopped too, it was too dangerous.