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Patsy - Part 2 Chapter 5 The following morning as I come to Victor's breakfast table, he hands me a paper sack and says that he wants to help with my medical issue. I open the top of the sack and peer in. I can clearly see, even wadded up as it was, that it's a bra! An orange, silk bra! I look at Victor with a puzzled look. He leans over and whispers that the orange will look very sexy and since our jumpsuits are orange, no one will notice it on me. He continues to say that till my swelling goes down, I should wear the bra both during the day and when sleeping. This will help prevent my skin from sagging when my chest returns to normal. Cause I will most likely have some excess skin hanging there and by using the bra, I keep my skin taut. I slide the sack off the table into the pocket of my jumpsuit. I can feel a bit of redness reach my face, and with incredible luck, the breakfast bell rings and I quickly get up and get in line before Victor or anyone else has a chance to notice my flushed face. After breakfast, I head into one of the open lavatories. There are no partitions in these restrooms and no place to conceal oneself. I've grown to accept this, but it's still unnerving when you have your pants down and in walks a barrel-chested inmate who doesn't hesitate to give you the once over while you're doing your doody! Anyway, I'm lucky, no ones around and I have the time to unzip my jumpsuit, peel it down and grab the sack from my pocket. I pull out the silky bra, and as I hold it up to myself with both hands, I can feel the silk around my mounds, which causes an immediate sensation in my groin area. I pull the bra away and then I remember seeing how most women put one of these on. I pull the front of the bra around my back and clip the clasp in front. I then slide the bra cups around front again and slip the bra cups up over the protrusions on my chest. There's a moment of electricity in my nipples as the silk glides over them, but I can't stand here arousing myself and I quickly zip the jump suit back up, before someone comes in. As I turn to head to the laundry, I see my profile in the sheet metal mirror and though the metal isn't like glass, and tends to distort your image, I'm stopped cold in my tracks. The mirror is causing some distortion, but not like what I am now seeing. I have a bust! Instead of hiding my chest, the bra is accentuating my globes. I instinctively raise my hands to my chest and I rub my "breasts" which starts a rush through my system. NO, I CAN'T! I can't be rubbing myself on my chest to get horny and I just can't have breasts! I start to reach for the zipper of my jumpsuit to tear the bra away from my body, but just at that moment, in walks two inmates. I just grab the lapels of the jumpsuit and while holding my arms against the sides of my chest to hide my mounds and hunched over, I slip past them and head out to the laundry. I reach my position just seconds before it would have caused a notation to be entered on my report card. If I were missing a couple of minutes, I doubt it would make any difference on the card. However, if inmates don't report to their workstations within so many minutes, a call goes out to locate and determine the cause for the missing inmate. If it is just because the inmate has decided he doesn't want to work, it is duly reported on their card and evidently, it is presented as a document to backup and support or tear down, your bid before the parole committee as to whether you have served your time well and deserve an early release. Of course, I've been doing everything exactly as I'm told and don't even want the hint of a minute or two lateness on my report card. The card is my freedom ticket out of here and, now, I need to get out as quick as possible. I need medical attention and I don't think I trust that prison doctor. As I begin my laundry work, an idea comes to my mind, which might get me out of here for a medical exam. I'd heard about special leaves given to inmates for various reasons, for things like deaths or medical treatments not available in the prison hospitals. I would see just how much power old Victor has with the warden. I'll ask him to let me be examined by an outside doctor. He wants to protect me and he already knows I don't think the doctor or treatment here is working. I make up my mind and after my shift is over, I go looking for Victor. I've come to learn who he hangs with, and where I have the best chance of finding him. True to form, the first place I suspected at this hour, the ball court. I walk out and wait a few feet away for him to finish dropping baskets. He grabs a towel and wipes his forehead, but I can see the crystal drops on his forearms and the rivulets of their paths as they skitter down that dark ebony flesh. Victor throws the towel on the nearby bench and walks over to me. He greets me, "Well, Patsy, what can I do for you?" I say I need to talk with him about going to the doctor. A pleased look comes over his face and I feel like I can lighten up a bit, and that Victor will surely be happy to grant my request. I explain to him more fully how the sessions with the doctor had gone, that the regimen he has me on isn't causing any of the swelling to go down and, in fact, is now causing me to gain fat in my butt. He nods and has a look of concern on his face. I then ask if he will look into getting me an outside, independent consultation with a doctor. I'm not sure what to make of the silence that follows, but then Victor lightens up and said he would see what he could do. He was happy that I had confided in him as his protector and now it was his responsibility to deal with the situation. Then, with those big sweaty arms, he folded himself around me and gave me a giant bear hug. He could have easily squeezed me to oblivion, but Victor stopped short of that. Instead, a very strong feeling of security went through my body, my emotions had kicked in again. What was with that? I never needed physical reinforcement in my life. Our family was never close, so hugs and kisses were seldom, if ever given or offered. Now, with all this physical contact from Victor, I was at once repulsed and in the next instance, I wanted it to never end. As he released his hold on me, I stepped back, thanked him, and turned to head back inside, before I started crying or something as ridiculous as that. Once I was away from him, I could reflect on the meeting and felt it went well, I definitely believed he would come through for me. As I turned a corner and was out of sight of Victor, I found myself letting out a big sigh and then began to notice his scent. I raised my jumpsuit to my nose and I breathed in deep. I felt my cock twitch and come alive. I stopped dead in my tracks and leaned against the wall. Again, I was taken back by a new sensation. I'd never before been aroused by the smell of sweat, especially from a man. Hell, I hated gym class in high school and would want to vomit from the smells coming from the other guy's gym lockers, as I would pass by. Why was I reacting with arousal from Victor's sweat? I always found arousal when I'd go down on some woman, having oral sex and breathing in the delights from a woman's vagina. But, never this strong and from a man's body odor as well! I took a moment to collect myself, then after the moment had passed, I continued on about my daily routine. Since it is almost dinnertime, I decided to go early to the table and read a book there. Soon, the bell goes off and the others break in like a wave on a beach. Then the second bell goes off and we all start to line up for our food. I look around and there is no sign of Victor. That isn't all that unusual, but when it happens, everyone seems more intent on knowing what might be up. I smile to myself, that can only mean he is in conference with a guard, or maybe the warden himself, working on getting my outside consultation. I even get a bit too cocky and decide, against my better judgment, to grab a small, juicy, rib eye steak. Hey, I says to myself, I've earned it! Just hope none of the other brown scarves squeal on me. They undoubtedly will, but right now, I don't care. I'm sure one small transgression with Victor won't amount to a big deal. After all, I tell myself, I've been open with him the last couple days and am really following all his wishes. The evening goes by without incident and I get a good nights' sleep for once. I'm feeling content that I will soon get all things sorted out and in a couple weeks is the review. My record is clean and I've been a model prisoner. All I need to do is coast now and keep out of everyone's way. The morning breakfast goes as usual, Victor is once again presiding over the table and giving his daily encouragement talk. I just quietly go about my own business, knowing Victor is looking out for me. I head out after to the laundry and put in a good morning shift. I'm so up, that I tended to work harder than usual, so when the lunch bell rings, I'm a little light headed. After all, the diet that Victor has me on doesn't really give me much spare energy to waste. So, again Victor is nowhere to be seen in the cafeteria and we all go up to get in line for food. I notice that as I'm making my way towards the line, the other brown scarves begin to push me back as they crowd in front of me. This is unusual, as we may not be bosom buddies or anything, but scarves of your own color always give each other room and respect. So, I'm a little confused by their actions, till I remember the steak the night before! So that is what this is all about, they are trying to send me a message. Well, okay, I'll just allow them their little punishment and I find myself at the very tail of the brown line. Right behind me is one of the big burly guys from the green table. I didn't pay him much mind, as no one has so much as laid a finger on me since I came under the protection of Victor. But as I'm reaching for my food utensils, the guy reaches under my crotch and gives me a squeeze. My paper plate goes flying, plastic cup and tableware falls to the floor. Just as quick as this happens, he's moved to the back of the green contingent and I'm left with having to bend over to get my items from the floor. At this point with my butt sticking in the face of one of the green scarved gang, he hauls off and slaps me, then takes his long nails and digs some deep ruts across my ass, all the time yelling I'm a bitch and a slut, and how I'm trying to steal his man from him. I quickly straighten up, not quite getting everything and turned to get slapped square in the face! Next thing I know, I'm on my back on the floor with my throbbing ass and this banshee is all over me! All I can do is try and hold my arms up to protect myself. Within seconds, the guards are all over us, both of us are pulled up from the floor and our hands are zip tied behind our backs and we are being ushered out of the area. I find myself in a small cell that is padded and all solid walls. I sit down on the cot very gingerly, sheesh, those nails had to have been sharpened to dagger points, and wait for someone to come in and remove the zip from my wrists. I didn't have to wait long. The head guard comes in while another guard stands at the doorway with a large billyclub. He comes in and cuts my bonds, then tells me it was very unfortunate for me that I had chosen to start a fight today. I look at him in disbelief and try to tell him what actually happened, at least, as much as I could tell which wasn't much. But he just held up his hand and said "save it, as there were plenty of witnesses to the event." He went on to say it really didn't matter one way or the other to him, but I should know better than to flirt with another gang's guy. That is the quickest way to get yourself banged up or worse. I was just lucky the guards were close by and stopped things before they got out of hand. Again, I tried to give my side of the story, but he very sternly told me to stop or the zip ties would have to be put back on. I sat back, dumbfounded, and didn't make another protest. He then looked down at me, or was it? Yes, he was definitely checking out my breasts, and patted me on the shoulder. He went on telling me to Just take this as a good lesson and don't go around offering yourself like some high school slut. I know you're one of Victor's girls, but you really shouldn't be trying to piss him off by flaunting your wares to the other men! With that he turned and left, the door was locked and the peephole was closed. Within a few minutes the adrenalin in me subsided and then the emotion hit me like a ton of bricks. I slammed my fists into the cot and said to myself, I hadn't flirted with the other guys, I hadn't flaunted my wares and I wasn't one of Victor's girls!!! And then the tear ducts opened wide again. For five minutes I was in a state where I couldn't stop crying. I felt miserable, I felt guilty, but why? I hadn't done anything wrong! And no one was listening. If only Victor had been there, none of this would be happening! About an hour after this, the head guard returned and only opening the peephole, told me that I was to remain in isolation for four days. I would be allowed out in the yard for one hour everyday for exercise but, otherwise, no contact from anyone and my meals would be slid through the door. After the four days, I would be taken before the warden and at that time my case would be decided. Then he was gone. My case would be decided? Did the guard mean my time here in prison? But no, my case was decided in court, this was my sentence. Did he mean my sentence would be decided? No, that can't be right. If by "case" he means the incident today in the lunchroom, then that can't be very good, one way or the other. If the warden sees the facts the same way as the guard does, then I'm in trouble. Maybe if I can get in touch with Victor, he can straighten this all out. But how? As my dinner is delivered to the door and the peephole is opened to verify I'm safe and sound, I jump up and try to engage the guard there. But to no avail, he ignores my requests to talk with him and when the food is slid through the bottom opening, everything closes up tight again. And so it went for the next four days. Even, when I'm escorted to the prison yard, I can't get any of the guards to even acknowledge I'm there. Four days and not one word passes between me and another human being. Chapter 6 On the fourth day I'm led from the cell into a room with a long table and one chair set apart facing the wide end of the table. The warden is already there, seated behind the long table at its center. Other than the two escort guards, it's only him and me. I wait in silence, better to wait and hear what he has to say before I have to plead my case and what really happened. Maybe Victor has gotten to the bottom of the event himself and given the warden the real account. The warden clears his throat and begins. "Patrick, I am very much disappointed in your actions on the twentieth of this month. Your actions, though evidently carried out with naivety, caused an incident that could have ignited a much larger situation in the prison. It was only through the very quick actions of the guards that such a situation was averted. Unfortunately, because the breach of the prison rules were so great by you, I have no alternative but to cancel your early parole hearing that was scheduled in several weeks." "Since this was your very first incident and because your record here has been exceptional otherwise, you will be released back into the general population today. All I can say is, I hope you have learned from this and that there will be no repeat of this or any other rule breaking. Keep in mind, if you commit an act, here in prison, such as theft or assault, you will have an automatic conviction and will have time added to your sentence. So beware and be careful" "I have one other bit of information to pass along to you. There has been a shift of inmates, several inmates completed their sentences and were released. You've been given a new cell assignment on "C" block, you are now in cell "C" one. Your personal items have already been moved and you will go directly there at the end of this interview where you will remain till the dinner bell. After that, you may return to your usual routine and to your position in the laundry. But remember, the laundry position is one of trust, you came close to losing that position. If you have even the slightest infraction in the future, you will forfeit that trust and you will be reassigned to another line of work. Have I made myself clear?" I could only nod my head, I knew from his tone and the lecture I had just received that there would be no opportunity afforded me to dispute the facts. Unless I wanted to cross the warden, probably not a wise move, I should take my lumps and just go with it. So, that's what I did, though I again felt like I had been set up and not really given any opportunity to set the record straight. Wasn't that what got me in here in the first place? So much for the American Bill of Rights! The warden closed his notebook and I was pulled to my feet by one of the guards. I was then led away and returned to the general population where I proceeded to follow the directive of the warden to go to my new cell. As I was walking along, I started thinking about the cell number, "C1", that sounded so familiar, what was it. Well, any of the cells with a number one were the best of all the cells, as they were on the ground floor closest to the cafeteria and rec areas. And I knew that only those prisoners who had been here for some time and built up status earned the right to one of those cells. But clearly, I had lost any right to such a cell with the cafeteria brawl. So, what was this all about? Who could I possibly be sharing a cell with? Well, guess I will find out soon enough, as here I am. The cell was empty and I knew better than try and take the top bunk. Besides, I could tell someone already had that spot, what with the Playboy pinups and other stuff taped to the wall. I flopped down on the lower bunk and found it to be actually more comfortable than the one I'd been sleeping on since I got here. I thought all the bunks were identical, but that wasn't the case, some cells definitely had amenities others did not. I laid back and then the emotions began to swell up inside me, as I digested what I had just heard from the warden. My hope of early release was all but dashed, I would now most likely have to serve out the entire six month sentence. And why did he drive home that my sentence could be extended? I had no plans to do anything but what I am told and get out of here just as soon as I can! I try to read a book, but soon drift off into a catnap, when I feel a hand on my abdomen. I react to sit up but the hand has me pinned. I blink to clear my eyes and see that the hand is attached to a familiar looking arm. My gaze connects with Victor's. I instantly know I have brought disappointment to him. I can only guess what he has in store for me as punishment! He removes his hand and I sit up facing him. He folds his arms and begins to tell me how I've so disappointed him and after all the help he's provided, not to mention the protection, laying every kind of guilt on me. He sure knows how to lay it on and work it in, I just sit there feeling like the biggest schmuck that ever lived. He finally ends with the biggest blow of all, that after he had gone to bat and gotten the warden to agree to get me the outside medical consultation, then I go and screw up by slutting about. So, the warden pulled back and will not consider it now. As far as the warden is concerned, I'm now persona non gratus. That's all it took for the wellspring to break loose. I burst forth in tears, sobbing, choking on the mucus that starts flowing down the back of my throat from my nose cavity. I'm so wracked with guilt I'm asking Victor for his forgiveness, that I've been so irresponsible, so hurtful to him. I really feel this emotion though at the same time, my mind keeps trying to tell me to settle down, that I really wasn't responsible for what happened. But my emotions wouldn't allow any rational thinking to get through and I continued to convulse. Victor saw that there wouldn't be any let up in my current emotional state for some time and figured I had been given enough of a stern talking to for the time being. He then sat next to me and took his big arms and folded me into them, resting my head on his chest. He gently rocked me back and forth, stroking my hair and began to hum to me. We passed several quiet minutes in this pose and then he whispered in my ear that he had forgiven me and we'd start again fresh, as if none of the past week had happened. A little of the weight was lifted from my soul with those words and I could now raise my eyes a little to look at him. He didn't hesitate for a moment, but brought his lips to mine. For the second time I was lip locked with another man, but not any man, it was Victor. For a moment, my mind struggled with the embrace, the kissing, and all I could think was this wasn't supposed to be! But try as I might to will myself to push him away, my emotional state simply caused me to yield to the moment. I was once again loss in a feeling of calming security. His tongue once again probed into me and I once more suckled it like a newborn to his mother. I was so wrapped up in the intense feelings, I hardly noticed the movement till a new sensation rocked my groin. Victor was caressing my cock with his hand! My eyes went wide open, I tried to pull away from his lips, but he held me too tightly. I wanted to scream but my mouth was full of him. Then the sexual arousal grew rapidly as he gently rolled the head of my cock between his fingers. The warmth grew from my groin and spread throughout my body. My eyes began to flutter and then close. My body gave in to Victor, my mind just seemed to retreat and I couldn't fight anymore. I was feeling myself stiffen up and I knew I was heading for an orgasm, when Victor released my cock and began stroking my arm, ending up taking my hand. He guided me to something soft, alarm bells went off again in my mind, I tried to pull my hand away but effortlessly, his hand clamped like a vice on mine. I winced and struggled against the sudden pain till I yielded. Victor had all the strength, I was a mere puppet and he had my strings. He closed my hand around his stiffening cock and soon he had me stroking it up and down. He let go of my hand in a way that telegraphed to me that I was to continue ministering to his huge glands. I wanted to pull back, but feared the consequences of such an action, so I just continued to masturbate him, hoping to get him off and get out of this situation. He adjusted our positions and felt his hand take hold of my breast, while the other hand returned to my aroused cock. My senses were being attacked from every direction, the saliva from our kissing was beginning to smear across our faces allowing for a sliding motion to accompany the lip embrace. Something slippery was dripping on my wrist, oh no, that could only be pre-cum! For once, my body seemed to get it's mind back and made a struggle to break free of his embrace. Victor, like some kind of giant boa constrictor, closed in tight around me, preventing me from being able to draw breath. I was on the verge of passing out when he slackened his hold. I felt dizzy and saw stars as I gasped for air. All the time, he was continuing the assault on my sexual organs, both the old and the new. My body was once more passive and no longer resisting Victor's ministrations. The palm of his hand was now completely covering my groin area and one of his fingers was sliding up and down the crack of my ass. Then slowed around my anus and began to press in. I didn't like this, I didn't want this, but I couldn't fight this man, I had to allow it to happen. I knew what this was going to lead to and I began to feel very scared. I began to cry again just like a little girl, and Victor broke our lips apart and soothingly spoke to me. He told me to just relax, to enjoy the sensations going through my body. There was nothing to fear and only enjoyment, if I would give in to my female side. He could feel my need to be a woman. He was my protector, he would take care of all my needs and desires. All I had to do was give myself to him and let him take me to places I had never been. His voice was so soothing, so hypnotic, I couldn't help but feel that he only had my best interests at heart. The crying stopped and he resumed his caresses, his kisses and his finger once again began to apply pressure to my opening. I felt my ring tighten, trying to force back this invader. He was chanting to me to relax, relax, all is well, relax, relax, all is well, over and over. My body finally followed his mantra and began to relax. His finger slipped into me, the discomfort was only slight as he gradually inched forward. I could now feel his digit working my insides. Every now and then, I would feel a rush go through my spine. His finger seemed to know exactly where to move to bring about sexual arousal in me. I gasped as I was sure an orgasm was imminent, whereupon Victor backed off to leave me hanging. He was driving me crazy with lust. I wanted all this, I wanted release, I wanted him to bring me to an orgasm. While, at the same time, I was feeling so disgusted with myself, so violated, that I didn't even have enough in me as a man to stop what was happening to me. The emotional guilt of it all worked on me and I felt like a helpless woman. Something inside me wanted to run and hide, to bury itself so deep, that the pain, guilt, and shame could not touch it. The man I used to be was slipping away, being replaced by a sissy coward. A second, then a third finger joined the party in my butt. I just remained limp, though my own hand was still actively providing service to that sausage of a cock that belonged to Big Victor. My eyes remained closed while the sounds of my whimpering were accented with momentary moans of bliss. I was again brought to the verge of an orgasm, then Victor removed his fingers and my anus felt like it was stretched to the point it would never close again. He peeled back my jumpsuit and I was totally naked, his jumpsuit was also gone in a flash, his ebony body looked like it was made of pliable black marble and all I could focus on was that one silver tooth in the field of white, as he just grinned at me. Then I felt Victor take hold of my ankles and begin to fold me back on myself, I knew my life was about to change forever. I would experience something no man should ever have to. If ever there was a moment I had to fight, it was now! I began to tense up and was about to kick Victor, no matter what the consequence would be! At that moment, as if by some trick he could read my mind, a jaw jarring slap was applied across the side of my face from that enormous hand of his. The slap left me senseless and the energy I had summoned evaporated, leaving me limp as the cock head began to slide up and down my ass crack, centering on my anus. From somewhere, Victor had pulled a tube of lube and simply squirted it along my ass crack. Then the inevitable penetration began. In spite of his three fingers working my opening wide, it was still not enough for that giant sausage of his. The bulbous head was forcing its way through my tightly held anus ring. It was the very last fight my body would give as a male. A searing pain and I knew Victor was in. My emotions burst forth in a flood of tears, but this time, there was no sympathy from Victor. He was now the master of my body and his rod began to drive deep within my bowels. His ball sack connected with my ass and then the humping began. It seemed like I laid there for hours under the incessant pistoning of his body. I wanted him to cum so that this nightmare might end, but he seemed obsessed and his physical endurance was limitless. Every now and then I would whimper a "no" or "please stop", but I knew there would be no end till he planted his seed within me. The pain in my ass had eased quite a bit, but I could feel a trickle of fluid run down my raised back. I hoped it was just the lube or some of my anal fluids, but really, I knew that I would find a puddle of red on the sheets when Victor consummated this act of rape. As my mind wandered to escape the moment and what I feared to find, an old saying crossed my thoughts. "Rip him a new one!" had always been more a joke than anything one really expected someone to do. But for all intents and purposes, Victor was really ripping me a new one, or, at least, ripping the old one for a whole new purpose in life! God, I'm loosing my mind, I want to go home! Well, home it was not, but as I grew faint, I felt a change in Victor's rhythm. He was now slowing but his thrusts were becoming very pronounced, to the point of almost driving my head into the metal headboard. I prayed he would climax and my prayers were heard. Liquid warmth filled my lower abdomen and Victor would drive and hold, drive and hold, pumping me full of himself. At that same moment, my body responded in a way that really left me heartbroken. My soul shook with an orgasm and my own cock was spewing cum down my chest and onto my face! My own body was betraying me! I had just been raped, tortured more like, and though I felt no joy or sexual gratification from this violation, my bodily emotions had responded and found their own relief. Since entering prison, my emotional side had steadily taken over my usual rational self. I was responding to everything with emotional outbursts! Too many times recently, I have found myself confused and unable to grab hold of the moment. I started to sink into another confused daydream, when those huge arms came down and enfolded me, pressing me between the bed and the ebony chest. The giant manhood is still imbedded in my ass, rock hard and almost breathing as it occasionally twitches. A hand reaches back to my nipple and starts a caressing motion, with an occasional pinch. This brings me back to the moment, tears welling up once more and rolling down my cheeks. I can only stare upward to the wire grating of the upper bunk. My lower earlobe is soon sucked in between two lips and that silver tooth, among the white, gently nibbles away at the flesh. I feel my physical body respond once more to the stimulation. I can only lie there, with several hundred pounds upon me. I have no struggle left in me as I succumb to those emotions and feel myself heading for another climax. My body shudders and my last ounce of energy is burned up in that moment. Darkness comes and I drift into sleep. Chapter 7 Indeed, my life changed completely following that fateful night with Victor. As his cellmate, he enjoyed my pleasures every night. For a time, my mind continued to fight what I had become, but ultimately, with the regular routine of sex from Victor, hormone shots from the prison doctor and the knowledge I was in a helpless situation, the last vestiges of my will gave in. I didn't know how Victor was able to obtain the items he did, all I know is, after that first night he had me in a waist-cinching corset that was flesh colored. He'd check it daily and make adjustments. What with the fat building in my butt and breasts, I was definitely showing an hourglass figure. Thankfully, my male proportioned jumpsuit hid the waist, but not the other attributes. The other inmates knew better than to harass me in any way, but their eyes, which carefully watched me, made it clear their imaginations had filled in the blanks, or filled them out! I was prey that remained just out of reach to them for now. Not only was I in a corset twenty-four seven, under my prison issued jump suit I only wore sheer nylons, panties, and bras. My hair had grown out and I have been given a hair bandana made of faux tortoise shell and a matching choker for my neck. My ears were pierced by Victor with a sewing needle, with nothing to ease the pain or any medicine applied to fight any possible infection and now I sport a tiny ruby stud in each earlobe. Victor required me to learn how to apply makeup so that it was just noticeable, but never obvious. I never fully understood all this, as the prison guards could tell quite plainly who the faux women were. I guess if there was a surprise prison inspection from outside, what Victor and the other gang leaders were doing in creating women surrogates would be discovered and stopped. But that didn't matter to me anymore, even if I were released, the damage had been done. My penis had shrunk down to a size that could hardly penetrate a woman's vagina. It still gets somewhat hard when I am aroused, but no matter how hard I orgasm, only a dribble of pre-cum ever comes from it now. My ball sack is still there, but whatever is in those shots I'm given, I can tell the life has been snuffed out of them for good. I no longer look forward to release from this prison, as something always seems to occur just before any parole hearings and then I'm sent to solitary for a week. In fact there have been several incidents that have added time to my sentence. Of course, I've come to suspect that all that has been the result of Victor's power in here. He owns me and I will remain with him till he decides when I'm to be released. I'm also used as barter for Victor, for when I am sent to solitary, I've had to perform sexual acts with several of the guards. Victor makes it clear that I'm to submit to any advances by them and be sure to show them a good time. I know Victor receives payment for my services, but I have never been privy as to what those payments consist of. Our relationship has long since gone from lovers, which simply meant I was his sex object, to where Victor is my pimp and I'm his whore. I've been fortunate that despite the numerous times I've been called on the carpet, I'm still allowed the privileged position in the laundry. Those eight hours every day are my sanctuary, as this is the only time I feel relatively free of Victor. The other "girls" in the laundry, regardless of their gang affiliations, use this time to swap stories and give each other advice on how to apply make up or how to set ones hair. They're a little social club that considers themselves exclusive and I have no choice but to go along with it or I would quickly find it difficult, if not impossible to get my job done. These girls can turn into real bitches if they choose to and can screw up your laundry routine if you give them reason to do it. I learned early on to join in with them and go with the flow. Still, whenever their attention is elsewhere, I just retreat into the routine and keep to myself. I know what I have become, but something inside still doesn't want to be identified as such. I guess by standing apart from time to time, keeps some part of me hopeful. Without something to hope in, I would be lost and probably do something stupid like throw myself at some burly inmate from another gang. That would probably be sufficient for me to leave this world either at the hands of Victor or from the hands of the girls from that other guys' gang. Chapter 8 I am now approaching my one year anniversary within these concrete walls, all my parole hearings were scuttled, knowing now that was due to Victor and his power here. Likewise, time has been added to my sentence for all sorts of minor infractions that were no fault of my own. I am more a prisoner of Victors' than of the state and I see no change in that status ever coming anytime soon. One day, after a rather exhausting day at the laundry, Victor is waiting for me outside the laundry area and tells me to go take a shower, then meet him back at the cell and make it quick. I've come to know when Victor starts off with commands, I move and move fast, knowing he's in a mood not to be messed with. I also figure I'm about to get another fuck session with him that I won't soon forget! He has his moods and something tells me I'm about to be his physical stress reliever for tonight. If only he'd just go jack off with his hand, yeah, if only the sun would quit rising in the east! After my shower, I return to the cell and Victor is there waiting. I am instructed to put on my make up, but tonight, he wants me to do a real job of it, with rich red lipstick, bright eyeliner, false fingernails, full eyelashes, the works! This is new and different, though I've long since been instructed and trained in makeup, I've only been allowed to do one of those at any given time and never all at once. Again, the requirement to keep the makeup all low key had been paramount. As I begin to pluck my eyebrows thin and run the pencil over the light hairs to create the subtle curved arch that highlights my eyes, I'm left to wonder what Victor has in mind? As I move on to the lipstick, choosing a bright red that I have only applied one other time, I begin to feel a sadness come over me. This face that now stares back at me in the mirror is not that of a young, masculine profile of a 28 year old man rising quickly in the high tech world of advertising. The face that looks back is that of a woman who looks like she has seen some years and knows that she has no control over her destiny. I gulp back the tears before they can drip over my eyelids and I have to clean up the streaks. Also, a minute longer than necessary to prepare myself is not appreciated by Victor, especially when he's in a mood. I shake my head both to drive away the sudden emotion of sadness and to fluff out my now very golden blond hair. A few strokes of the hair brush and I'm ready for Victor to use me. I came around the corner of the bunks and Victor is standing waiting with a small camera. I'm a little puzzled, but even more so, really concerned! To this point all that has happened to me has been beyond the knowledge of anyone outside the prison. But a photo, even if I don't look much like my old self, is still something that can quickly end up on millions of computer screens and be published in print. I'm an advertising expert after all and know the power of such things. I also know better than question the camera and I just wait for my instructions. Victor seems intent on how the little camera works and ignores that I am standing there, patiently waiting. I think it's his little game to make me uncomfortable and it's working. Finally, he looks up and tells me to strip off the jumpsuit, which I dutifully do. I am now standing totally naked and by reflex my hands move to cover my genital area and my upper arms try to cover over my breasts and nipples. Victor motions for me to get on the cot and so I move to get under the sheets. I hear a clear "no" and as I look towards him, he's twirling his finger at me and I don't have to be a mind reader to know he wants me on top of the sheets and on all fours facing him. As I mount this position on the cot, I feel my face getting warm and Victor mentions how lovely for me to show some blush for my photo session. He then says to give him a nice sexy smile and starts to shoot the photos. He has me move into all sorts of positions, always having me look into the camera with either a sexy or a lascivious type of "come on" smile. One shot has me with my ass to the camera, a finger of my right hand sliding over my "vagina" crack and me looking back over my shoulder with a nice "o" on my lips. Inside I feel so disgusted, so violated, in some ways even more so than anything I have yet been subjected to and wonder how depraved Victor can be. All the time, his positioning of me is such as to highlight the fact that though all the rest of my body shows a very sexy woman, the male parts of what I really am, are front and center. He seems very pleased with his directorial debut with me and accents his pleasure with " What a great piece of fucking ass you are!" or "They're going to just love your porno-genic personality!". Now, my worse fears are being confirmed, Victor's photos of me will not be for his personal album. He's got something in mind and I'm going to be the one to pay for it. Finally he seems to be satisfied with using the camera and motions for me to return to all fours, where upon he puts down the camera, brings out his very hard cock! All this picture taking has brought him to a high state of arousal and he is in need of relief. I can tell there won't be any fore play, that today will be a "Wham Bam, Thank You Mamm" sort of day, and I know I will be very sore tonight. After this little interlude in an otherwise routine lifestyle with Victor, I soon forgot about it and just hoped that no one I knew ever found out that the girl in the photos was me. I was resigned to the fact that Victor had somehow parlayed the photos for either money or power. And I was proved right in my thinking, as not more than a month later, as I glanced up on the wall above Victors' top bunk, there was my picture with my ass high and my finger rubbing my hole. The photo was on a page ripped from some glossy porno mag along with some shots of other shemales, with the caption over the photo's of "Hot Prison Babes!". Also, the print across my photo gave my name as "Patsy", but I could only shrug, I just didn't care and there was nothing on that page that could ever be used to identify me. To all the world, this was just some nameless sole, in some nameless prison who chose to pose for some perverts camera and showed all signs of relishing the exposure. The truth was far different but how would one ever know? I knew, but it did me no good to dwell on it and so I just let it go from my consciousness as I continued my existence, such as it was. Chapter 9 One fateful day, as I returned from laundry duty to my cell, I was brought up short as I reached our cell door. There before me was a rolled up mattress on the top bunk. Bed sheets were gone as well as the pillow and blankets. All of Victor's assorted photos and keepsakes he had hung on the wall above his bunk were gone. In fact there was not a stitch of anything belonging to Victor in the cell. My body shook as it tried to understand the consequences of the scene before me. Where was Victor? Was he still here in prison or was he on the outside? I was never privy to anything regarding Victor, so there was no surprise if he had been released without letting me know. But fear now gripped me. If Victor was no longer within the prison walls, the prey that all these jackals hoped for was now available for the taking. They'd rip themselves apart to obtain me and I would be ripped apart as each grabbed me for their own, or by the other "women" who saw me as a viable threat to their power. I quickly got inside and moved to the distant corner of the cell, trying to make myself disappear, if such a thing were possible, and tried to plan a strategy for self-preservation. Knowing the capabilities of those around me, idea after idea I came up with quickly was discarded as whatever action I thought of wouldn't begin to match their skills. Soon, I had worked myself up to almost hysteria, as every little sound, whether the footsteps of any inmates passing by the cell or some distant clang, or whatever, sent me into a tightly wound clock spring stance, ready to lash out at whatever might approach me. Some hour or so later, still in my corner, I heard the dinner bell ring, but I knew it was in my better interest to remain where I was. A missed meal would be nothing to what I imagined awaited me out on that cafeteria floor. So there I remained, waiting for the lights out signal, which would also set the cell doors in motion and close to lock everyone in for the night. Then I could relax and get some rest. Unfortunately, rest did not come easy, even though after lights out, I was relatively safe. But, my mind couldn't stop working as my life depended on a plan that would insure safety. Any leader who took me as his new bitch would have two fronts on which to fight. I tried to think which of the more powerful leaders had the cahonies to fend off both the assaults of the other leaders as well as had complete control over his harem. None of the candidates I considered were ones I wanted anything to do with, but a girl in my situation didn't have much of a choice. If I chose someone who might show some kindness, they wouldn't survive to see another day, while a leader who was ruthless would provide the needed protection, but at what cost? I would be facing even more ruthless and damaging sex with such a man than I had ever faced with Victor. I would be the one that probably would not last a day. But that seemed to be the only real recourse and it would be best for me if I made the move quickly and chose one, before I became a prize in an all out war. I chuckled to myself, maybe the only time I've had a thought of whimsy in months, that I now had an intimate understanding of all those Queens in the Shakespeare plays who were suddenly reduced to pawns on the game board of life when their kings met their fates. I was simply a token of power, not power itself. With that little amusement, as hideous as it was, I finally felt sleep overtake my very weary and tortured psyche. I must have been so exhausted from the tension of the previous day, that I never heard the bell that announced lights on and it wasn't till the dull clang of the cell door as it came to a rest in the open position that my mind and soul became alert. I shot up like a jack rabbit, just missing the bottom of the bunk over my head, with my body already back in a flight or fight tautness with fists raised. As my eyes focused, I could make out several men right at the cell door. It looked like all my plans were for naught, whichever leader had decided to take me, hadn't wasted any time. So much for having wasted a half nights' sleep on useless strategies! But what I had failed to comprehend in that moment, was that the men at the cell door were not in bright orange, but in the dull grey tan of guard uniforms. As they proceeded to enter my cell and approach me, I couldn't relax, I was ready to put up a great struggle regardless of who these men were. The guards sensed the situation and stopped several feet away and waited till I comprehended where I was and who they were. As I let the tension ease out of my arms and lowered my fists, one of the guards addressed me in a "matter of fact" tone. The gist was that Victor had been paroled out. This posed a real problem for security within the prison and that I was that problem. However, since my current sentence was about to run out in two weeks, (this was news to me), a decision was made to move me to one of the solitary confinement cells for the remainder of my time at the prison. I stupidly blinked at the guard, obviously looking like I was some imbecile that didn't understand simple English. He told me to quit the act and pull my stuff together pronto, as I was being moved there now. Once I realized what he was saying, I didn't hesitate any longer and grabbed the pillowcase from the pillow and loaded all my few belongings into the case. The first things I grabbed were my cosmetics, it was so automatic now, what self-respecting man would ever want or need such stuff. But that was who I was now! I had filled the case and as I turned to figure out how to carry the rest of my belongings, another guard with a large box came into the cell to collect it. I was then grabbed on the arm and escorted out by the first guard. As I was paraded down the cellblock towards the door to solitary, the prison was unusually quiet. My mind reflected back almost a year when I first walked these floors, remembering the cat-calls, lewd remarks, what a nice piece of ass I was. Little did I know then how prophetic those remarks were to be for me. But now the hall was quiet, eyes were glued to my figure as I was escorted along the floor. All of them looking at a bust clearly jutting out before the rest of me and the sway of my now wide butt. My mind was moving into a quandary of thoughts. I was just days away from release, release that I had so hoped for would come. But I was no longer the man that had come into this place of hell. I knew I could never hope to reclaim my life as Patrick. I could still find work in advertising, but I could never reverse what my body had become. I still had no desire to be around men, those feelings had only been deeply buried from my consciousness as that was what I had to do, to survive being used like a woman. Further, I could never face the people I worked with in Chicago. The workplace may accept transsexuals, but I didn't want to be one, nor did I want anyone to think that that was my choice. It would hurt far too much to have them trying to help me with a transition I never wanted in the first place! I was now going into overload thinking about it and felt the rapidly rising emotions that would bring a crying spasm, which I didn't need at his very moment. Fortunately, we had left the rec hall and were now just feet away from solitary. As I began to step towards the cell door, I felt the guard pull me on ahead. He then said that I would be in solitary but that instead of the usual cell, I would be placed in a cell that was reserved for conjugal visits. If what I was told by some of the other cellmates was true, then these cells were considered to be Hilton Suites as compared to our usual accommodations. Still a softer mattress and a decent private shower sounded like heaven to me, even if really these cells were only a small step up in quality. I was now standing before a solid cell door and as it opened before me, I saw a room that was laid out with paintings on the walls, a pink bedspread on what looked to be a king sized bed. A dresser, make up table with a real mirror, several clothes racks with some clothing. To my eyes it was indeed a Hilton Suite! Once we were in the middle of this room, the guard released his grip on my arm and said that normally the rooms aren't quite so well endowed, however, Victor had requested that my final days inside should be pleasurable. Of course, the guard also gave indication that I was to still make myself available to the guards, should they so desire. Ah, nothing comes for free from Victor! But for now, the other guard dropped my box of belongings on the bed and they all turned and left me to myself. I walked over to the vanity and started pulling my cosmetics out of the case and arranged them on the table-top. A real mirror! It's such a simple thing, but when you've spent a year without one, having to get neck strain trying to make sense of your reflection in the cheap metal ones provided in the cells, this was heavenly! There I was again, having two worlds collide. As a man, I wouldn't have thought such a thing. A mirror as heavenly, why would I care? Before a year ago, any reflective surface that allowed me to run my electric razor over my face was good enough. But I knew why I thought now the way I did, my programming as a woman was strong and the mirror meant I could apply my make-up better than I had ever had before. A part of me was excited by that, another part, much deeper, was wincing and scared. After I had laid out my things on the table I walked over to the clothing racks and quickly found nothing but women's clothing. Dresses, skirts, pant suits, some frilly teddy's but nothing that a man could wear. I then went to the dresser and same thing, all the drawers held were women's lingerie, panties, a couple small waist cinching corsets, pantyhose, etc. I looked down at myself and realized all this stuff would probably fit me better than any men's clothing would anyway. That wincing, scary feeling was back and growing stronger. I began to feel emotions of desperation, loss, hopelessness flood my soul! My mind did not want to face the inevitable need to make a decision, a decision that really already had been decided. Would I return as a man, almost if not totally impossible or accept that I was to henceforth live out my life on the female end of the spectrum. I couldn't possibly go forward from these confining walls without making or really accepting what I had become. Not tonight, not tonight, no not tonight, it would just have to wait, I was too fragile at the moment to contemplate such a decision. The decision would just have to wait and my own upside down soul would have to live with it a while longer. I barely had taken a shower when I heard the buzzer go off for the door. I quickly grabbed a silky robe I had found on the rack and went to the door. I opened the peephole and the guard standing there said "dinner". As these doors did not have food slots, I had to allow him to open the door and enter with the plate. As he did so, he closed the door behind him and set the plate down on the small dinette table. He turned and gestured for me to have a seat and to eat. I followed his gesture and did exactly that. I wondered why he was just standing there watching me eat, but then I thought maybe it was because there were rules about leaving prisoners alone with sharp objects, though it would be a miracle to slice oneself open with a plastic fork, but one could never be sure. So, I ignored my dinner companion and quickly ate the meal, as I was famished from all the stress of the day. As I finished my meal I set the tableware into the plate and looked up at my friend. Without a word, he gestured for me to stand up. He then approached me and undid the silk cord holding closed my robe. His hands then grabbed the lapels and lifted the silk from my body, letting it fall behind me. I was trembling now, feeling cold and vulnerable. It had been a couple weeks since I had seen the insides of solitary and had been used there. With all that I had just dealt with in the past twenty four hours, my body began to go limp. The large arms of the guard grabbed me, his expression seems to turn to pleasure as he thought I had just responded with a swoon to his great maleness. He didn't know otherwise and I was mute to say different. I felt myself being lifted and laid upon the bed. I was soon joined being spooned by a now naked guard. I automatically reached behind me to find his tool, oh so trained and conditioned was I, and began to stroke it. I had let out a little gasp as my hand came to surround its girth. For an average sized guy, he had a pecker that had to almost match old Victor's! My male vagina had long since been well conditioned to accept just about any sized cock or object it was subjected to. On one or two occasions, when Victor had really gotten angry at something or other, he would take it out on me by fist fucking my ass. One cannot believe it possible for a man's fist to enter an anal cavity, but at the cost of a lot of flesh tearing, it can be done. Fortunately, that never became a regular from Victor, as he realized afterwards that I was not good for anything for a week or two till I had healed. Not to mention, I would be rushed to the prison clinic for stitches and given strong pain relievers, which just made me sleep through the next day or two. So, here I was again, providing services to the male population. The guard was now fully primed and began to rub the bulbous head down my crack. Automatically I reached under the pillow, and amazingly, there was a tube of lubricant! My hand had simply responded, my mind not expecting to find what I needed, but there it was. I flipped the cap and squeezed some gel on my finger and brought back to the rod that was probing me. I deftly spread it over that insistent little pecker head and then wiped my finger by inserting it into my hole. I swear, the guy was really getting off on this as he took that opportunity to push his cock in while my finger was still inserted! My hand and arm were suddenly pinned in place as the force of his groin was driven down on my ass. I couldn't move and there I was with my finger up my ass, while he was screwing me with rapid motions. The pain was building in my arm from both being crushed at an odd angle and I could begin to feel the tingle from having the blood cut off from my arm. It wasn't like I expected any broken bones or such, but lying there in excruciating pain, wasn't something I was going to accept from this twerp. Without the body strength to throw him off, I had to use other means. I began to work my finger against his glans and hoped that the added stimulation would bring him to a quick orgasm. My ministrations brought about the desired effect and soon he was pumping his load. Again, the inconsiderate slob, takes his cock out of me before his final couple spurts and covers my ass and hand with his sticky seed. He rears back and commands me to turn and look at him and while doing so, to suck the goo from fingers with those oh so lovely round lips, as he had seen in my photos. Shit! Those porno photos Victor had taken! Had all the guards been privy to them? I had a sudden urge to straighten up and slap the guard across the face, cum and all, but with all my conditioning by Victor, I never made rash moves involving men and sex. I even kept remarkably cool, the usual flush of red to my face didn't even occur and I so delicately complied with his wish by seductively raising my finger to my lips, curling my lips into a round circle and sliding the glistening digit into my mouth. One by one I proceeded down my hand till all that was left was what was pooling in the palm of my hand. A moments hesitation on my part, I was pausing, trying to think of a way I could make him suck this little treasure down his own throat! But he just thought I was building up the sexual tension. Unfortunately, no real idea would come to mind that could execute such a well deserved action, so I reluctantly drew my tongue across my palm and swilled down the cloudy grey liquid. I had just performed flawlessly and in the process, had not felt any repulsion about any of it. I had totally rejected the idea of ever wanting to be a woman, but here I was fulfilling every natural or unnatural act that someone of that gender performs as if I was born to it. Now that I was so close to freedom, now that I was, as far I could tell, away from the physical presence of Victor and could make a choice of my own, I chose to be a woman to this man! I was brought up abruptly from my thoughts by a sharp slap across my buttocks by the guard who then reached down and grabbed his clothes. Without a word, he dressed, grabbed the dish and dinnerware and exited the cell. As he was closing the door, he took his free hand and raised it to his lips and blew me an ever so nice little kiss. If only I had had anything at hand to throw at that moment, it would have been bouncing off that door before it had clicked shut! The little fucker! Then I began to feel the tears and for the next couple minutes I lay with my head buried in the pillow, sobbing my little heart out. God, I was a woman, my choice had been made whether I had a say in it or not. I acted, felt, dressed, thought and performed, without a thought, as a woman. Patrick would never have, but Patsy does! I could feel something give way within me, that last ounce of spark that was Patrick turned and closed a door in my soul. I was now only Patsy.