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!

We left the cell in the early morning. It was Saturday, washing day. But first we had our usual early morning exercise, then breakfast. After breakfast we were led outside to the showers. There were three handheld showers at the gable of our building. A large pole was placed in the grounds close to the showers, with a metal ring near the top - undoubtedly meant as a whipping pole. Poor Linda was handcuffed to the ring so she could watch the rest of us being washed, but not participate herself. Then I and two women were chosen to be the washers, the remainder were asked to form three lines.

One by one the ladies would approach, I would use the hand shower to rinse them and wet their hair. Then I would shampoo the hair, and rub soap on their bodies before rinsing them off again, all in all an exceedingly pleasant job. Finally, we washed ourselves. Once everyone had been dried off, Linda was released. Her body odor felt even stronger now that the rest of us were clean.

We were all led out into the fields, to pick bananas. We were given a basket each that we should fill and then return it to a truck where the bananas would be collected.

"Only pick mature ones, and don't damage them. And as something new, we will not just punish whomever fails to perform. We'll try something new and fun. Three times during the day, the one who has picked the most bananas will get a reward."

So we started picking. It was not particularly hard work, but it was tiresome, and the weather was hot and humid so soon we were all drenched in sweat. When we had filled a basket we returned to the truck, and were carefully placing the bananas in larger crates. Only then were we allowed to drink water. Meanwhile three guards were relaxing on reclining sunbeds, with beer in hand!

Eventually, when I returned to the truck I was told to lie down on one of the sunbeds. Then a young inmate named Layla returned with her basket.

"Layla, you won the contest for the first period. Your reward is a one hour break, where you get to fuck Marius' brains out instead of picking bananas."

She was led to me in the sunbed. Sweat was running down her young athletic body. She reached for my dick.

"This sure beats picking bananas," she said as she pulled my foreskin back and kissed it.

Moments later, she was straddling me, and fucking me slowly in the hot weather. She was still sweating profusely, and smelled of sweat but not in a bad way, the morning bath helped a lot. She fucked me so slowly that I did not come for close to half an hour, then finally she came and her pussy contracted around my member. I shot my load into her, and she collapsed on top of me. I held her softly for the next half hour, knowing well that this would be her only break this day.

Once her hour was passed, we were both given a rather bland sandwich and five minutes to eat it, before we were send back to pick bananas. After a while, I was taken aside once more. This time it was Lara who was rewarded. She, too, was drenched in sweat and quite dirty after half a day in the fields - one could hardly guess that she had showered this morning. She smiled as she held my dick and lowered herself onto it.

"This sure as hell beats that fucking machine yesterday," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, that did not look like fun!"

"Oh, it wasn't that bad, as punishments go it is quite bland. The most annoying is that it is too slow to give you an orgasm, I had to fuck a cellmate afterwards. It was meant to humiliate rather than cause pain and discomfort, but honestly we have all been on it by now, so nobody really cares."

She was riding me faster and faster, and her sweat was dripping onto me. I played with her small breasts. Then she came.

"We need to make you come too," she whispered with a smile. "Like this, or a blowjob?"

"69," I replied. She quickly turned around.

The smell of sweat was strong between her legs, it almost made me come. I licked her eagerly as she took my dick into her mouth. Her tongue played over the tip, then she swallowed it deep. How the fuck did a girl on Feminola learn to give so good blowjobs, had she studied abroad? My idle speculation was interrupted by an impending orgasm. Then, just as I was about to warn her she squirted massively onto my face. I exploded in her mouth, and she gagged trying to swallow it all.

She stayed on top of me as we both regained our breath. I slowly licked her wet crotch, and she kept my now flaccid dick in her mouth. We spent maybe half an hour like this, relaxing in this most intimate position, before we were send out in the field again.

Eventually, it was time for the third reward, this time it went to Jenny. She was in her early forties, and I knew that she had only been here a few days longer than me, and was clearly still scared of the guards. Well, she had certainly filled her quota today. Jenny was white, pale skinned and quite curvy, and had clearly pushed herself to her limits. She was absolutely drenched in sweat, it dripped from her large breasts and from the pale hair between her legs. Where a white cotton thread was dangling...

"You'll better be on top, my muscles are aching," she said and laid down.

"Remove that fucking tampon," one of the guards rudely interrupted. She quickly pulled it out.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," I said in a low voice as I moved in between her legs.

"I do want to. Hard. In jail, you take the joys you can get!"

I began fingering her, but it was immediately clear that her period was all the lubrication we would need. So I bent one of her legs at the hip, and began fucking her hard. She looked surprised at my sudden onslaught, but pleasantly so, and soon she was close to coming. I kept up the pace trying to make her come quickly. It worked, and she screamed as she came.

"We have to change position, you are the third one I fuck and my dick is getting sore."

"I love 69," she said. "But I guess it's the wrong time of the month for that."

"I don't care. Aida taught me not to."

"Then 69, but with you on top," she said.

I switched position, and lowered my crotch onto her face. She immediately swallowed my not quite hard dick. I felt her move around until she found a position where she could breathe while still having my dick in her mouth. I stared down at the bloody mess below me, part of her blonde pubic hair was now colored blackish-red. What mess had I got myself into? I lowered my face into her crotch and began licking.

It was disgusting, but all sex is fundamentally disgusting if you think about it. It was also strangely arousing to share something so intimate and forbidden with a woman I hardly knew. Soon her crotch was more or less clean, and I began stimulating her clit. And sucking her private opening, as if I tried to suck the last blood out of her pussy. It made her shudder below me, in pleasure I hoped. We continued like that for a while, before she spat out my dick.

"Get up," she said gently. I did.

She turned around so she was now face down.

"Lie down on top of me. Gently," she said.

I straddled her, and gently laid down with my dick on her ass and my chest resting on her back.

"I have never been lying like that on a woman before," I whispered in her ears.

"It requires a big and strong woman, like me. Now lie still, shut up, and relax."

I think I only got a quarter of an hour like that before the guards called us all back to our building.

After dinner, a guard rudely called us to attention by banging on a pot.

"Lisa, step forward."

A young dark-skinned woman, perhaps 20 and a bit chubby, stepped forward. She looked scared and somewhat resigned.

"We told you to only pick mature bananas. And to pick them carefully. Did you not listen? Some bananas you picked were green. And many of the mature ones you managed to crush. You need to be taught a lesson. A ninety minutes gang rape is fitting. I need nine volunteers to fuck her."

Nobody volunteered.

"If nobody volunteers, I'll pick some myself. And make it a two-hour gang bang!"

Still nobody volunteered. Clearly this was some kind of power play, where poor Lisa would pay the price. But she did not ask us to volunteer.

"So be it. Cell one, four and seven in that order will fuck her. Get the mattress and the strap-ons."

A dirty mattress was placed on the floor, and Lisa was tied spread-eagled on it. Then the twelve of us were placed in a queue.

"Don't refuse," Moira whispered to me. "If you do, they'll let you watch while they punish her so hard that she may never recover."

"You have ten minutes each," the guard said. "Fuck her hard, and grope her tits. If you don't do it hard enough I'll send you back to the end of the queue, and Lisa gets ten minutes extra."

One by one, the four women of cell one got down on the mattress between Lisa's legs, and then fucked her hard with the dildo, while groping her tits. She did not say a word or make a sound as she was fucked.

Then the four women of cell four did the same. And then I found my self at the head of the queue, kneeling between Lisa's legs. I did not know what punishment would have awaited Lisa or me if I had not been able to get hard, but the smell of sex and the naked, spread-eagled woman before had its effect. Her twat was red and swollen, and probably quite sore. She did not say anything as I pushed gently into her, but I could see the tears in her eyes.

"I am so sorry," I whispered. She did not answer.

I fucked her, as gently as I dared. "Harder," one of the guards said, and I picked up my pace.

To my everlasting shame, I came just before the ten minutes were up. Then Moira took my place, followed by Juanita and finally Aida. Then Lisa was untied, and her cell-mates helped her up. They had to support her as she tried to stand.

I went before her, and knelt on one knee.

"Forgive me, Lisa. I do not believe I had a choice, but still I hurt you, and ask for forgiveness. If there is anything I can do to atone what I just did, I'll do it."

She looked down at me. "You can kiss my feet to show that you are truly sorry."

I kissed her right foot three times, slowly. Then her left foot.

"And my knees," she said. I kissed her knees.

"And kiss my poor abused twat, but do it gently," she said. I looked up at her, and then I obeyed. Her pussy-lips were red and swollen, and I kissed them as gently as I could."

"I forgive you," she said, and I rose.

But then Moira knelt before her, and kissed her feet three times each, then both knees. She looked up at Lisa, who nodded. And then Moira gently kissed her pussy.

Aida did the same, then Juanita. By then everybody were looking, and the eight women from cell one and four were forming a line. When they had all apologized to Lisa in the same manner, she was actually smiling.

"Thank you all," she said. "That meant something for me."