Futanari Prison

Disgust, Disgrace, and Despair

During rec, I find myself pressing weights. Despite not lifting the most, I confidently continue my reps with a determined grin with each push. Nearby I can hear Switch gloating about herself and I. She explains to several others that, given the chance, I could be a great leader for a nation. I simply chuckle as I place the weight back onto the rack. She looks over to me and asks why I am laughing.

"I am entirely satisfied with what I do here. Besides, there's no way in Hell that the general population would ever elect a futanari to lead them," I say. Despite being so cynical, Switch does not let that get her down. She continues to ramble about how she believes I would make an excellent leader.

Switch follows close behind as I leave the weights and head to the basketball court. As they finish up the match, I call out to one of the girls. They jog over to me as I explain to them my next plan. They nod and we shake hands as they return to their game. Leaving the court, I sit in some bleachers as I look up to the sky and stare at the clouds passing by.

I am as free as the clouds in the sky. I am not confined to such limitations like rent, bills, or groceries. I get everything I want and need here. Everyone is too scared to take anything away from me. I will not let anyone take anything from me ever again. Never.

Ami would linger near the guards, far enough that they would not question her, but close enough so that she would feel safe. She felt vulnerable. She felt as though the last thing she had left to protect had been stolen from her. She was confused, angry, sad, uncertain of life. She did not know how to feel. Should she be angry at Alison? Maybe she should be angry at herself for being so weak. What about society for condemning people like her regardless whether they were guilty or innocent? Was it God's fault for failing to protect her? She felt dirty and alone. Betrayed. Used.

She was afraid to even move, fearing that anything she did may result in someone trying to haul her off to a dark corner somewhere to be raped over and over again. She wanted to disappear. Alas, here she was. It was all very real.

As she stands there, she hears the guards commanding the inmates to head to the cafeteria. Disregarding where they leave their items, the inmates leave the basketballs in the middle of the court and the weights lying around as they shuffle towards the doors. Afraid of everyone, Ami continued to look over her shoulder. The sight of anyone who looked even remotely similar to any of the members of the Burning Rose terrified her.

They trudged their way into the cafeteria, each being handed a small bag of two slices of bread, a slice of meat, cheese, a fruit, a small dessert item, and a half pint carton of juice. Slowly, they all found their spots and sat down. Ami attempted to find the spot furthest from all of the other inmates. Unfortunately, other inmates begin to pack in next to her. On the other hand, they seem to have no interest in her.

After dinner, all the inmates head to their next work locations. Once they finish up there, they return to their individual pods. Upon entering, Ami immediately climbs the stairs to her cell and sits at the edge of the bed, looking down and watching everyone. She could not help but curl up. She wanted to be as far from here as possible. If the cell door were not open now, she would try to sleep, indulging in a dream. Instead, she keeps a watchful eye on everyone.

I look around, then up at the new girl's cell. I see her sitting there, curled in a ball looking down on everyone. She avoids eye contact with me, but I know she knows I am here. I grin and chuckle to myself triumphantly. Things are going according to plan, and it seems they are going a lot faster than I planned. However, that is all the better.

I take a seat at a table and start to play cards. Of course, there is no better way to play than betting on it. Texas Hold'em, a classic. Game after game, I keep a watchful eye on the others. Several more games in, I start to notice something odd. The girl to my left seems to be winning quite a bit. I look around at the few spectators. Some of them appear to be looking around at one another.

I look back at the girl and I see that she attempts to nonchalantly look up at the spectator slightly to the left of the dealer. Watching the spectator, I see them keep their arms crossed as they tap each of their fingers in a sequence.

"This game has been going rather quietly for some time now," I say.

"Sure has," the dealer says, "Would be nice to keep it that way."

"It would be. And it sure seems that the game has been going rather favorably for some of us," I say as I glance over at the girl to my left, "A little too favorably, wouldn't you say?" I grin as I say to her. In mere seconds, her face turns from a poker face to one of almost irrational fear as she attempts to scurry out of her seat. Before she can get far, Sofia pushes through the other inmates in the way and tackles the girl onto the table, causing the cards to scatter and the other players to rise and step away.

"Hold on, wait! Please don't do anything to me!" She begs. Sofia raises a fist, but I grab it before she can throw it.

"No. Simply keep her restrained," I say as I grab a bowl and begin to fill it with water.

"What are you planning?" The girl says.

"Just a lesson to those who decide to try to pull one over on me," I say. I take some powdered drink mix and sugar and begin to pour them into the water, mixing them.

"There's no need to make any rash decisions," she says. I put the mixture into the microwave and begin heating it.

"Rash decisions? I suppose we should have thought about that before we cheated, right?" I say as I grin. The girl says several more things that bore me as I hear the microwave start beeping. I grab the bowl and walk over to the table.

"Hold on, please, don't do this. I swear I'll forfeit the game, everything I got is yours!" She says. I look at her and start to laugh.

"How sweet, you'd be willing to do that for me? Oh but sorry darling, it wasn't the fact you took anything from me, but rather the principle behind it," I pat her leg as she flinches, "Go ahead and remove her pants." Sofia keeps her down as she tries to pull off the girl's pants with one hand. The girl struggles, so I place the bowl far enough so that she cannot reach it and pull her pants down the rest of the way.

"What are you going to do? Please, no, I swear I won't do it again! I promise!"

"Promises don't go very far in here, don't you know?" I say as I grab the bowl and take hold of her limp dick. She continues to thrash about, trying to break free. I bring the bowl under her cock and start to dip it into the steaming mixture of water and sugar. As her dick enters, she begins to scream.

More of her penis enters the water and more of it begins to burn and seemingly melt as the sugar reacts to it as well. She continues struggling, flailing around uselessly. I grin a sadistic smile as I watch her trying to pull away. I could not help but laugh as she cried and wailed. To finish it off, I pour the mixture over her crotch as it seeps down her balls eventually reaching even her pussy.

I toss the bowl aside and look around as many look on in disgust. They talk and clamor among each other, some even throwing up at the sight.

"If you don't want to end up like this, then I suggest all of you don't cross me," I say as I look around. They all seem to have no comments about it. Shortly after, the guards rush into the pod as they shout at the inmates to return to their cells and carry the girl off to the infirmary. I laugh as I climb the stairs to my cell. As I sit at the edge of my bed, I look over to find the new girl still looking down at where the scene occurred, seemingly shocked at the events that transpired. I nod to myself as I pull the covers over my body and drift to sleep.