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!

Almost two weeks had passed since we all fucked Lisa, and during that time she had been treating me as a friend. Eventually, I had to ask her why.

"You apologized and ruined their humiliation of me. It was the second time I was punished like that. We all know that you cannot refuse to do it. I have also been a punisher four time. But in all that time, nobody has apologized like you did. It did not remove the pain in my pussy, but I felt much less humiliated than I otherwise would have been." She hugged me, and kissed me.

It was Thursday, we were all stinky and dirty as we exercised before breakfast. The weather was hot and humid, and we had not bathed for close to a week. After breakfast, we were sent out to weed a field full of beets. There were low bushes placed almost at random throughout the field, serving a purpose I could not guess. But they limited the view, as soon as we were well into the field we could not see the guards while crawling in the dry dirt between the beets. And perhaps more importantly, they could not see us unless they left their sunbeds and their beer, and walked into the field.

We had been weeding for more than an hour when I found myself close to Juanita. And not far from us her lover Maria was weeding. They slowly approached as they weeded, and then they looked around, checking that no guard was around. Juanita rolled over on her back, and Maria quickly went down on her in a 69. For ten minutes they eagerly licked each other, then they both came and quickly separated.

"That was risky," a voice said. I turned, and saw Roxanne close by.

"If the guards had seen that, they would have been punished badly," she continued. "But of course the guards are not here. Lick me from behind, please."

I looked at her muscular body. She had not caused me any problems since I stood up to her. And she did not sound commanding, she even said "please". Why not? My mouth tasted of dust.

"Pussy, ass or both?" I asked.

"Both," she said, pleasantly surprised. Still crawling between the beets, she turned her ass at me. I looked at her ass-cheeks, her hairy pussy and the rosebud. She was grimy and dirty all over, but she clearly wiped well. So I began licking her. First her pussy, then the sensitive skin between it and the asshole. Finally, I licked the asshole itself. It tasted earthy and sweaty, and expanded a bit as she relaxed. Finally, I moved back to licking the pussy lips. I could not reach her clit from behind, but she still came and a bit of squirt ran down her legs.

"We better stop now," she said. "I don't want to spend a week in a pillory. Thank you, I owe you one!"

I resumed weeding, the taste of dust replaced by her taste in my mouth, at least initially.

Perhaps two hours had passed when I found myself close to Linda. She reeked of unwashed body. And I could see beginning rashes in her crotch and armpits. The poor woman had to suffer another two months like this before she would be allowed to shower again. I don't know if it was her smell or her humiliating state that did it, but I felt my member stiffen. She saw it.

"Is it my stench, or do you react like that to all naked women?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"A bit of both, I guess." I liked Linda, she was becoming a good friend.

"I am so horny, I really need a good fucking. But no time for that. What about a quickie, there are no guards around."

"Sure," I said.

She rolled over on her back, and I probed her pussy with my finger. She really was horny, she was already quite wet. So I fucked her in the missionary position, looking at her dirty face, smelling her dirty body. We hurried, and soon I felt my orgasm approaching.

"What the fuck do you two think you are doing?"

We looked up. One of the guards had caught us.

"You'll regret this! Back to work, don't slack off. You'll be punished once you are done weeding!"

We resumed our work without a word. The guard remained nearby, and we did not exchange a word while we worked.

Once dinnertime approached, we were all called back. We were assembled in front of the building.

"Marius and Linda, you were supposed to weed, not fuck. You'll be tied together out here for three days and three nights. Any questions."

I shook my head. But Linda spoke up.

"My period will begin tonight. May I for once use tampons, not for me but for him."

"No, of course not," the guard said. "But thanks for letting me know. I'll make sure you are placed on top so you can drip on his face."

So I was placed on the low table under the tree, and Linda in a 69 position on top of me. Three belts were tightened around our bodies, keeping us together. The belts were tethered to the edge of the table. We were going nowhere. My face was in Linda's crotch, the smell of unwashed pussy was strong. I felt her take my dick into her mouth, and play with it with her tongue. She was expecting me to lick her, and perhaps cleaning her up was not such a bad idea...

I began licking her crotch, it tasted of salt and stale piss, and I could both see and taste the smegma in her folds. I gagged, but managed not to puke. As I licked her, the taste got less overwhelming but the smell was still strong. I rubbed her back with my hands, and massaged her ass. At some point I began enjoying it, my dick hardened and Linda had to lift her head a bit so she could breathe while giving me a blow job. Eventually, I came in her mouth and she swallowed it all. I played with her clit with my tongue, and soon after she came, squirting a bit in my face.

Eventually, the other prisoners had finished eating and were returned to their cells. My stomach was rumbling. Then the guards came.

"Feeding time."

They put a plastic pipe in my mouth, and poured thin tepid soup into my mouth. I drank it rapidly, until my stomach was very full. I guess it was not particularly nutritious, but there was a lot of it so we would get our nourishment, and certainly not dehydrate. All that water had to come out again, but then that was probably the point.

A few hours later I felt ready to sleep, but my bladder was full and I was reluctant to piss in Linda's mouth. But then she said something incomprehensible with my dick in her mouth before releasing her bladder.

A strong jet of piss hit me right in the face and splattered all over my head and her crotch. I got some in my mouth and a bit in the nose, but mostly it flowed over my face. Then I gave up holding myself, and pissed in her mouth. To my surprise she drank it all. I guess it prevented us from getting wet and sticky in that end, and that was nice. And the feeling of a woman drinking my piss was nice too. But in the back of my mind I knew it would all have to come out again, in my end...

I woke up in the middle of the night when she pissed in my face again. And in the morning, just as the other prisoners were going to exercise. While they exercised, we were fed more soup for breakfast.

The day was long and boring, lying like that with her on top. My hands were free to feel her up, and I did that a lot. And we talked, she would spit out my dick to talk but otherwise kept it in her mouth. And in my boredom I opened my mouth when she pissed, tasted it and swallowed a mouthful.

Then in the mid afternoon, her taste changed and became metallic. If I stopped licking her, I could see drops of dark blood appear in her pussy. I removed it with my tongue. If I waited too long, drops would form and she would indeed drip on my face, licking her was the lesser evil. And Aida had taught me to lick period pussy, it was not nearly as bad as I would previously had thought.

The day passed, and the night. And the second day, and the third night. The third and last day of our punishment was beginning. The smell of her unwashed body and her period was almost (but not quite) drowned out by the smell of our piss. Our only entertainment was giving each other orgasms. My intestines were beginning to bother me, I really needed to shit, but so far we had both managed to hold it. I thought about Moira's words about the guards: 'they can be cruel, but rarely inhuman'. This was surely a cruel punishment, but if they had wanted to be inhuman they would have given us laxatives!

At dinner time we were released, and we both rushed to our cells to shit. My hair was soaked with her piss, and it was Sunday. I had missed the weekly shower.