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The guard stood at the steel barred entrance to cell #4, with an air of dominating confidence and a huge bulge in his tan trousers. He took out his keys and motioned to the ancient looking old skinny women, shackled in thick old rusty chains behind him.
Her sagging tits were chained to the stench emitting bucket she carried in her frail arms. Its putrid contents sloshed around as she tried to steady it.
“Don’t spill any of it you old hag, or you won’t get any of it later. We’ll just make you eat out of the guard’s toilet for the rest of the day. And you know what that’s like…Don’t you lifer?” He growled at the terrified shrinking woman.
The woman, who was actually barely forty, but looked sixty, nodded in weary beaten compliance. She hugged the bucket tightly with her manacled hands, knowing that his disgusting threat was all to real. With a loud clang, he opened the door to cell #4. The cell that housed the newest arrivals and those women whom the country’s misogynistic President for Life, deemed eminently usable by the ‘government’.
He smiled at the lone prisoner cowering in the middle of the large cell. She was the only woman currently occupying one of three wooden stock devices bolted into the floor of the cell. Her wet defeated eyes followed him with trepidation and growing fear, as he entered the cell.
She was visibly afraid and noticeably shivering in her bondage as he strode across the dirty cement floor. Its grey rough surface stained with blood, dried urine and of course plenty of crusty semen patches. Her aching shoulders and uncomfortably trapped arms trembling in the wood stocks that held her fast to the floor.
He could hear her whimpers trying to escape around the massive penis gag stuffed in her mouth. A mouth that would soon be wrapped around his penis and sucking his balls dry of their cum, if she wanted anything to eat.
It was feeding day, and also marking day. Two of his favourite things converging on one day. Which made him ecstatic to come to work this morning. Even his wife noticed the spring in his step this morning at breakfast.
Taking advantage of his cheery demeanor, his wife had pulled up her dress and let him fuck her from behind in their tiny kitchen. Tossing him an apple as he left through the doorway, she smiled, “Go hurt the deserving unpatriotic bitches, my big hard husband!”
He loved this part of his day and especially on the first of the month, or ‘marking day’, as it had become known. Every woman held prisoner in the dungeons knew it was the first of the month when they started hearing the unrelenting screams travelling from cell to cell. And the horrid distinct smell of branded burned flesh.
Now standing in front of prisoner #113, he held in his large right hand, a filthy fly covered bowl. Never cleaned out in all the years he had worked as a guard in the ‘cells’. In his other hand he held the steel branding tool he would soon use on this sweet enslaved woman.
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A woman still somewhat new to the dungeon, only just finishing her third month of a thirty six month sentence. She had been fun to incarcerate, to indoctrinate, into the ways of the prison. Screaming out of her innocence, continually in an utterly futile manner, as three guards stripped her naked and then chained and locked her into the stock device.
Her horror at learning how she would spend the next three years, chained and locked into a set of wooden stocks, like a slave from some horror novel, sent her into a panicked wailing mess. A constant stream of begging and pleading flew from her mouth, till a guard struck her face so hard a tooth came loose.
He grabbed her hair and wrenched her face up to tell her, “Shut the fuck up! you pathetic dumb whore! You’re ours now! For a good three years we get to treat you like shit. To fuck you up, to make you scream day and night..So many men will come down here to use and abuse you, you’ll wish you had been executed instead!”
She learned now that she was here not only to serve out her time, for whatever petty little crime she had been accused of, but of course to also be at the disposal of the Presidential dictator’s men. Guards, soldiers, and prestigious members of the dictator’s court alike, all had access to the many terrified and broken women held prisoner in the cells.
Her continued blubbering and sobbing protests of innocence and ‘it being all a mistake!’ fell on deaf ears. The guards enjoyably putting an end to her freedom, took turns fondling her sex, groping her ample tits, and then forcing her to wrap her pleading full lips around their smelly thick cocks. Her long hair almost wrenched out of her head, as they gripped her ponytail and steered her mouth along their dicks.
As they played roughly with her lush full breasts and tormented her fully exposed pussy, she howled so much that the prison warden decreed, “I don’t care what you do to that pathetic cunt, but ensure she is gagged at all times, when not servicing El Presidente’s men.”
So that is how she found herself continually choking on a long thick rubber penis. Her wrists bloody and chaffed from her arms being locked uncomfortably behind her, into an inescapable wall of wood. Totally at the mercy of the guards, to be fed, watered, and of course tortured and sexually debased when they saw fit. Which was often, in this dank, dark, hidden away from the sun… living hell.
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He set the bowl and the branding iron down and then stood tall over her, already unbuttoning the fly of his trousers, so he could pull out his long cock to stroke it in her tired and despairing looking face. He leaned over her and asked,
“Well, well, don’t you look sufficiently uncomfortable, I see the night shift had fun with your tit last night. That’s a new clamp on there, isn’t?…Wow it’s on solid, must hurt like hell when I do this?”
Her gurgled squeal around the gag in her throat was her answer to his sick question, as flicked at her squashed nipple with his strong finger. Then he twisted the wood clamp around to watch how her bulbous tied tit flopped down over the ropes restraining it, and keeping the entire clamped tit secured to her ankle.
Any flailing of her left leg worked to pull painfully on the skin ripping twine, wrapped and knotted overly tight around her bulging suffering tit. He smirked at her anguished face and then internally gave kudos to the night crew for such a twisted form of torturous hobbling restraint. Then he continued to play with her crushed nipple bud as he asked,
“Now then you stupid whore, I bet you want something to eat…don’t you? Its been two days since you were officially fed, but I won’t tell anyone about yesterdays extra yummy cum treats you swallowed. How many men was that from the President’s Royal Guard and Ministry of Justice? Three dozen or so?”
She knew prison rules stated that inmates were to be fed only once, every two days. The atrocious gruel mix they were gifted with, was a mix of leftovers and spoiled foods collected from the surrounding streets and kitchens of the Presidential Palace.
So even in her harrowing anguished circumstances, she had greedily swallowed down the semen of well over thirty men throughout yesterday. If only to keep her tummy from grumbling and that intrusive uncomfortable choking gag out her mouth as long as possible.
Now she nodded at him in agreement. Her hope was that he would go easy on her, maybe even stop this rough treatment he was giving her captive body, and just get on with forcing his cock in past her swollen dried lips.
She watched his hands come to either side of her head and she visibly sagged with relief when he began to unlatch the gag. He pulled the long rubber and leather plug out of her mouth slowly, mesmerized by how much she could take in. Inches and inches of phallus kept coming out from between her lips, drool covered and warm.
She gulped and whispered out a meek, “Thank you sir…thank you.” She licked her dry lips and hoped to god he would feed her. Hell, she would even gulp down his piss at this point, if he allowed her that luxury, like the odd day he did that when he appeared to feel sorry for her.
A he discarded the gag and moved the putrid bowl of gruel closer. He glanced down at the gag and marvelled at the length and circumference of the mouth blocking device.
“No wonder the guards love to visit you prisoner 113. When a woman can swallow this much cock, she is appreciated. We are all so glad you pissed off El Presidente, with your protesting for equal rights! Or was it that you wanted equal pay for cunts? Or was it an unpaid parking ticket? Who knows, Fucking doesn’t matter…Just glad you get to spend another…..”
He looked at her jiggling right tit, poking at the small series of ‘P’s’ burned into her delicate flesh. And counted them off. Doing the math, he smirked and continued, “ …Spend another 33 months with us. You should be properly re-educated and ready to re-enter society…. in a brothel somewhere by then.” He laughed.
“So how about some food? You ready to be a greedy little whore and suck my cock for some….hmmm.. some of this shit?” he asked her.
He dipped the spoon into the greenish grey mash of the bowl and pulled it straight out. Strands of the sickening looking grey goop dripped off the end of the dirty spoon and landed back in the bowl with a liquid like plop.
She nodded her head emphatically, “Please, yes please sir…I am so hungry” is all she spoke, and she opened her mouth. He held the spoon, loaded with some of the foul smelling sludge, just in front of her gaping open mouth. A few little white maggots twisted around in the mess, as he held the spoon just a hairs breath from her bottom quivering bottom lip.
He chuckled as he watched her muscles strain. The sinew like cords in her neck visibly straining against the unforgiving metal collar trapping her delicate neck. The chains rattled and the wood creaked behind her as she tried vainly to move forward and get her mouth around the putrid goop laden spoon.
Then for a laugh he pulled the spoon away and watched as she shuddered and then sobbed despairingly, “Please..please, feed me sir, please sir.. I need to be fed …please.”
For a split second he felt sorry for this poor woman, who he knew probably had never really done anything wrong. Except probably saying something about the President that wasn’t flattering, or protesting for some trivial woman’s rights issue.
And then upon being detained by the President’s secret police, having the bad luck of having a set of tits and ass, that they decided would make a great addition to the State’s hidden away collection of sex slaves.
She sobbed and then blurted out, “Please…let me suck your cock..I will blow you so well Sir..Please Sir..Please.. and then you can feed me..pleassse.” This made his little bit of sympathy instantly evaporate and be replaced by a surge of greedy lust. His cock twitching with the promise of being enveloped by her red lips.
She was actually licking her lips as she finished her drawn out pleading. A look of sad hope on her face as he stood up over her and then began to stroke his exposed long cock. It grew instantly back to full hardness as her mouth opened wide and her tongue pushed out.
He dropped the spoon to the floor and began to push his hips forward. Every inch of his long cock sunk in past her welcoming lips. Her mouth sealed around his shaft right to the hilt. Her chin beating at his balls and her nose buried into his musky hairy pubic bone.
Like usual he took her ponytail and gripped it tight in his hand. Thus he started driving her head back and forth, at varying speeds. Greatly enjoying the wet slurping and choking noises she made down below him, as she tried to suck him off with determination.
It took no time at all before his was erupting down her gulping throat. His groans of pleasure, as he felt her throat muscles convulse on his cock’s burgeoning head, echoing around and out of cell #4. He had yet to visit any of the other cells in the dungeon this morning, so you could say his balls were full, as he kept pumping his semen into prisoner 113’s mouth.
Finally pulling his glistening slick dick from her mouth, so that the tip of his cock rested on her lower lip, he looked down on her trapped body and noticed she had her eyes shut. She was licking her lips and dutifully cleaning the tip of his cock clean. An almost look of sublime satisfaction crossing her face.
She opened her mouth and then asked, “Please can I be fed?…please Sir, please. I need food…pleassse”
“Sure 113, you can eat. Nothing like a nice cum appetizer to help your maggoty slop go down. But first we have to attend to one other thing.” He grinned lecherously at her.
He nodded towards the door and two other guards entered with a bucket of red hot coals. Down in the bowels of this hidden away state run prison, they still liked to do things the old fashioned way. It made for dramatic terrifying effect on the women prisoners enslaved and chained up in the dark confines of the dungeons.
It was then that she remembered it was the dreaded branding day. The day they marked each prisoner with another ‘P’, for another month spent enslaved in this most warped of prisons. The ‘P’ burned into their flesh, somewhere on their body where they would never forget their time spent languishing away in here as literal sex slave prisoners of the state.
She began to shake her head and cry out the usual, “No , god no …please noooo”, that all the ungagged women prisoners would spout. It was a novelty this time for her to verbally beg. Her cum coated mouth still free of the huge gag and allowing her to sobbingly plead at her jailers. Which of course was of no use.
“So right tit again? or maybe your tied up left tit…Right across the nipple! Or how about we stick it between your legs and burn it in, right there above your slit. Eventually we’ll have to use your pussy and ass, once we run out of room on your tits…You’ll have 36 of these lovely marks to hide from your family, friends and future lovers. That is if you survive and ever get out of here.
There was a deep boisterous round of laughter from the other guards and then an equally loud scream. The sizzle of some rope bound purplish breast flesh, and the unrelenting howl of a young woman agonizing in the most extreme of pain, eclipsed the sound of the laughing men.
As she gasped and heaved in mouthfuls of air, trying to push thru the searing pain rocketing through her left tit, she didn’t even see the two other guards begin to unleash their cocks from their trousers. Their sadistic lustful faces ready to lord over her, as they gave her another hot sticky cum appetizer, before they forced fed her the maggot laced meal.
The last solid food she would have, until another 48 hours of horrific captive imprisonment had passed.
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