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!

I don't know what woke me up, it was still very early. My arms were wrapped around Roxanne's strong body, and I could feel Aida's tits pressed against my back. I could not feel Moira, but her smell was in the air, she was probably spooning Aida. Aida's smell was strong, I would certainly not call it pleasant, but I liked her smell better than the smells of the other women. I somehow found even her smell sexy.

I gently placed a hand on one of Roxanne's breasts. It was now three weeks since Juanita had been released and Roxanne was moved to our cell. She seemed to have called in a favor with the guards. Why, I do not know. Perhaps she just wanted to fuck the only male in this jail - that certainly was part of it. But I suspected that she saw it as a power play, showing that she had some influence over the guards and could get at least some things her way.

At first it had worried me, Roxanne was quite intimidating. But she did not try to cause trouble, we fucked and we accepted each other although we were hardly friends. And we both had some leverage over the other - we knew each other's dirty secrets.

It turned out Roxanne liked anal sex. She saw me fuck Aida in the ass, and wanted to be taken from behind both anally and vaginally. But Roxanne was afraid that others would hear how I fucked her, in her world view being fucked from behind was humiliating and submissive. Which might be why she liked it. We all had promised to keep her secret safe.

In return she told no-one that I liked to lick all three women from behind - both pussy and ass. Roxanne and Aida loved when I did it, and Moira liked it too, although she otherwise did not do ass play.

And not only did I let Aida and Roxanne peg me with Moira's dildo, I encouraged it. But it no longer served any purpose keeping that a secret. Four days earlier, I had been put in a pillory and fucked in the ass with strap-ons for two hours, by twelve different women. My ass was still hurting a bit. But to my shame all had seen my physical reaction, I had come five or six times, and all now knew that I enjoyed being pegged.

Through the tiny window I could see the first light outside. And soon after we all woke up. Moira changed her tampon, her period had just started.

"It's the last tampon! I fucking hope they get some delivered today, some of the other cells ran out already yesterday!" she complained. We should have had new tampons and toilet paper last Saturday, but we only got the paper.

After the morning exercise and breakfast most were sent to the factory to work. But Janet and Trisha pulled me aside, they wanted me to "entertain them".

"Entertaining" the guards could be quite demeaning, but not so when it was Janet and Trisha - they liked playing that I was their boyfriend. They were both reasonably young and reasonably good-looking; of African descent, black skinned with afro-hair. Trisha was always smoothly shaved, Janet kept both bush and armpit hair.

Soon I found myself in bed with them both, on my back while they took turns kissing me. Then Trisha straddled me, and gently lowered herself onto my dick. She rode me while Janet kissed me, until I came. Then Janet climbed onto my face, riding it while I licked her to orgasm. Then we laid for a while together, touching each other's bodies.

I ended up spending all day in their bed, mostly kissing, often licking each other, and occasionally having full vaginal sex. A much more pleasant day than most days in prison.

Eventually, Janet left me with Trisha, who kissed me while lying on top of me.

"You know, in some ways I admire you, Magnus. Few men last more than a month or two in this prison before breaking. But you have not broken. Not even putting you in the pillory and raping your ass has broken you. And you came, I think you came six or seven times. Those who just suffer often don't break, they cry but they endure. Those who come are broken by the shame, but not you."

"Well, I didn't exactly enjoy it."

"No you didn't, but your body did. It betrayed you and came."

"Yes"

She got out of bed and began dressing.

"I should not say this, but beware. Some of my colleagues will make one last attempt to break you. I don't know what they are planning, but it will happen soon. Maybe already tomorrow."

"Thanks for warning me. Do you know what they plan?"

"No. I heard them complain about something with our budget, but then one of them said that the only good thing was that it would be the perfect opportunity to crush your soul. They all seemed to agree. But I don't know what they were planning."

Already that evening, I found out...

We were called to dinner at the usual time, but dinner was not yet ready. Instead the guards had a message for us.

"The government thinks we spend too much money on your guys. On luxuries you don't really need. You'll be allowed to keep your toilet paper, but tampons are a thing of the past. You just have to live without."

"Then let us shower more often," somebody shouted from behind.

"Shower more often - I think not. You are lucky that we don't cut it down to every second week, we may have to do that to save water. But not now. No, we have a better plan to keep you somewhat clean. All of you who have menstruation, line up here."

Eleven women formed a line. Some like Moira had cotton threads hanging from their pussies, others like Linda had blood running down their legs.

"We have one person here who is biologically different, who is more suitable than others for keeping your bloody pussies clean. Magnus, get up here!"

I reluctantly approached.

"Look at these eleven beautiful women. Your task is to keep them clean. You have three minutes for each. Kneel before her, pull out her tampon if she has one, and then lick her clean. I want all that disgusting blood gone!"

I knelt before Lisa, she was the first in line. A white cotton thread was hanging from her pussy, I pulled and a bloody tampon emerged. Then I began licking her. She tasted mostly of pussy, only faintly of blood, and I actually enjoyed licking her. She began moaning, but long before she came I was stopped.

The next in line was a dark-skinned somewhat overweight young woman named Karen. She had a bit of blood running down her left leg. I dived in, her smell was strong and she tasted mostly of blood. After licking her pussy, I licked the inside of her thigh, cleaning away the blood. Then I returned to her pussy and sucked her clit a bit.

Then it was Linda's turn. Her flow was heavy, running all the way down both legs. And her smell was overwhelming, it would be another two weeks before her punishment ended and she would be allowed to shower again. I started with her bloody pussy, filling my mouth with the mixed taste of her blood and her pussy that I knew so well from when we were tied together. Then I licked my way up both her legs, now the taste of blood mixed with the salty taste of her unwashed skin. I think the guards kept me with Linda a few minutes extra, probably they thought she was extra punishment for me. But I liked Linda, she might stink but I felt safe with her, and I got an erection licking her.

The next women had a tampon and only minimal flow. And then I continued down the line. After the last women I expected to be done, but no, the guards had more in store for me.

"Ladies, turn around and present your asses. Magnus, you have one minute to clean each asshole. Start with Lisa."

So I licked Lisa's ass, she tasted slightly of shit and a lot of sweat. Then Karen, who obviously had not wiped too well and tasted a bit more disgusting. Linda's ass was in a class by itself, she wiped well but months of sweat made it stink. I already had an erection when I started licking her, but before I was done I was hard as a rock. And so I licked my way down the line of asses.

"Well done, Magnus. You will do this every morning after the morning exercise, and every evening before dinner. Women, you are all responsible for lining up if you have your period, anyone skipping the lineup will be punished. So what do you say now, Magnus?"

She looked at me expectantly, but I did not know what she expected. A protest? That I would vomit on the floor?

"Thank you for letting me lick all these pussies and asses," I finally said. She seemed satisfied with that answer.

If this was their attempt at breaking me they had played their cards badly. It might not have been on purpose, but during my time in this prison I had been trained to endure something like this, perhaps even to enjoy it. Still, having to do this every day for the last months of my incarceration would not be fun...

EPILOGUE

I looked out the window of my house, enjoying the view over Telemarken. In the valley below, I could see a red car driving up the road. One of the nice things about living here was that there was almost no traffic on the road, with only four houses and a little used trailhead further in. And still I could drive to Oslo city center in less than two hours.

When I was released I was expelled from Feminola and sent on the first flight back to Norway. I had halfway expected to have lost my job, by Norwegian law a company can let you go immediately without severance payment if you don't show up at work for example because you were arrested. But they had not fired me, they had felt responsible for my fate and had dutifully paid my salary during my absence. And they paid for a psychologist to help me get over my experience.

I quickly discovered that I needed calm and less people around. I got an agreement with my employer that I could work from home three days a week, and then I rented this house not far from where I grew up. I would work here Monday, Thursday and Friday; but Tuesday morning I would drive to Oslo, stay in my parent's guest room for one night, and spend two days at the office before returning here.

It worked very well. I was still a part of the team, but I got the calm that I needed, and was as least as productive as before my incarceration. But today was Saturday, I had no plans beyond a long walk in the sunshine.

I looked over the valley from the window, and then walked into the kitchen to make coffee. Then my doorbell rang!

Surprised, I rushed to my door and opened it. A woman was looking expectantly at me. It took a full second for me to recognize her now that she was clothed.

"Aida! Are you in Norway? What a pleasant surprise. Do come in!"

"I don't want to cause trouble," she replied. "Do you have a wife or a girlfriend, because then I better leave again."

"No I don't. I live alone, and don't have anybody. Come in my dear. When did you arrive in Norway?"

"I landed in Gardermoen this morning. I was released ten days ago, and bought the first plane ticket I could afford." She was removing her coat and her shoes as she spoke. Then she looked me in the eyes.

"I missed you, Magnus. Are you really alone here?"

"Yes, I..."

"Good, then you don't mind if I get comfortable."

With those words she pulled her blouse over her head. She was not wearing a bra, and I smiled as I saw her well-known tits. Then she unzipped her pants, pulled them down, and then her panties followed. She stood naked in front of me.

"Much better this way!"

"Really?" I said.

"Yes. I never liked wearing clothes, I just did it because I had to. In that awful prison they stripped us to humiliate us, I think I was the only one who actually liked being naked. But of course I could not tell anybody, I would have been lynched. Or at least ostracized. Show me your house!"

I showed her the living room, with the view over Telemarken. I showed her the kitchen. And finally my bedroom. She looked at me expectantly, then she got into my bed.

"What are you waiting for?"

I quickly undressed, and joined her. We kissed and played with each other, then we fucked, first in the missionary position. It was so good to feel her warm body once more, to look at her beautiful face as I fucked her, to smell her. Her smell was much weaker than in prison, of course, but it was still the same smell and I loved it. I suspected that she had not had a shower after her flight.

She came before me, and then we rolled over so she was riding me until I too came. Then she laid down on top of me and we kissed once more.

"I love you, Aida."

"I love you too, Magnus. I wish I could stay with you forever."

"You are welcome to stay as long as you want. And if you want to stay forever, marry me before your visa expires."

She laughs. "A wonderful thought. But I'm afraid I'm not good wife material."

"Why not? I would love to share my life with you!"

"Well, for once I am a convicted criminal."

"So am I."

"Yeah, but you didn't really do anything wrong. I did. Can you be proud of me? And then there is the whole issue of my state of undress."

"What do you mean."

She sat up, sitting upright on me, with my now half-flaccid dick still inside her.

"Well, a marriage only works if both sides make compromises. And I am willing to do a lot to accommodate you. But one compromise I will not make, I will never again wear clothes in my own home. I may reluctantly put on clothes when going outside, at least if I go far. But at home, no! Even if your friends come over, or your family, I'll be naked. Do you want a wife like that?"

I laugh. "Well, my friends will be envious, and so will my brother. My parents will be shocked, but they'll survive. Yes, I want a wife like that, if it is you!"

She kissed me. "Then I'll stay here, and make your home my own. My visa lasts for three months, if you still want me after two then I'll marry you."

THE END