Cell Block C

The Warden

"You are not being a good girl, Rhea!" the Warden said, loudly at her. He suddenly advanced on her and she took a step back, except there was a wall there, and she ran into it, hitting her head against the unforgiving concrete.

He grabbed her hair then, and she fell over a bit. He had her right where he wanted. On her knees. Before him. He held his cock up to her mouth, holding her upright by her hair.

"Now, Rhea, are you going to co-operate, and start sucking on this cock, or I will ram it down your throat. Now, tell me, which do you think I like doing better?"
 
A soft cry left her lips when she hit her head, and she was just bring hands up to rub at the abused area when he moved at her. He was too quick, she couldn't move in time, and his hand found her hair.

A scream of pain and and she was on her knees, staring in wide-eyed horror up at her captor. His words chilled her to the bone and she knew she was left with no choice.

He'd made her do this many times before, James had. She had never been very good at it, but she knew he'd only forced her to do it because he liked to humiliate her, to use her in all the depraved ways he saw fit.

And even as she opened her mouth to take the head of his cock between her lips, she closed her eyes, thinking perhaps she deserved it.

Her suckles were gentle, and she found herself trying not to gag on the size of him. He was huge, and she had a hard time getting more than the head into her mouth without gagging.
 
The Warden

"Now, that's what I mean, Rhea. Being a good girl. Co-operating. I bet you made a very obediant housewife, didn't you, Rhea? Well, you are going to be a very obediant prisoner, too." He held onto her head by her hair, his grip tight and powerful, and he moved her head up and down as she sucked him, just a bit... just to feel his cock on the back of her throat. he pulled her head up and back, off of his hardening prick.

"Are you going to be an obedient prisoner, Rhea? Or will you be serving your full term here?"
 
Tears were sliding down her throat as she knelt there, looking up at him. "Yes sir..." she whispered when he asked if she'd be a good girl. She had no choice, she knew. He was going to rape her one way or the other. The only thing she could try to do was cut down on the amount of pain she had to endure during their sessions. "I'll be obediant," she added, lowering her eyes to the floor in a meek manner.
 
The Warden

His hand still holding her hair tightly, he led her across the room, back to his desk. He spun her so that her ass was facing his monster. He was behind her immediately, holding her tight, his rough hands squeezing her young flesh in places too intimate for hands so dirty... his rod was between her legs now, the head pressing against her clit. He kicked her ankles from the insides, spreading her legs wide. He held her head and the upper half of her body down on the desk, face down.

And then his cock found her entrance. He pushed himself inside he. He was barely able to fit his first few inches, she was so tight. They usually were. He fed a couple more inches into her. She was crying out in pain now. He slowly pushed his cock in and out of her, roughly moving her around, trying to fit more of him inside the small woman.
 
She cried out as he dragged her by her hair to the desk, undressing her along the way. She was sobbing now, holding onto his hand as she struggled to keep up with his progress across the room to his desk. And then suddenly she was nearly off her feet and thrown face down onto the desk, tight round ass facing him. He kicked her ankles apart and she whimpered, bringing her hands forward on the desk, gripping it as she felt him maneuvering his cock to press against her pussy.

She was more than small, she was as tight as a virgin. Aparently it had been a while since she'd been used, and she screamed when he pushed into her, her scream growing louder as he pushed in further, then pulled out. She wasn't even wet, wasn't even ready for him and he was forcing something that big into her tiny body. Despite her sobs and screams, she didn't beg him to stop, afraid that would just anger him. However... the more he touched her and fucked her, the louder she yelled, feeling as if he would rip her open if he kept it up.
 
The Warden

The Warden kept trying to make it fit, but the bitch was too dry, too tight, too little to handle the behemoth he was using on her.

She was also far too willing. Not enough fight in this one. He reached down and grabbed the base of his thick cock, and started pumping it up and down, the head and a few inches of the shaft buried in her. He slid that much in and out, enjoying her tightness, enjoying stretching her out.

He tried to give her more of his rod, but she just couldn't take it. It wouldn't fit. He jerked his cock furiously... he managed to push another inch or so inside her, and she cried out in pain, and her cry was enough to push him over the edge, and he emptied his fat balls into her cunt, firing his jizz into her. He held onto his cock as he came inside her, until finally the last spurt was inside, and he pulled out of her. His cum ran down her leg.

"Donovan! Get this slut out of my face!"

The door opened and Donovan came in. The Warden took his seat behind his desk as Rhea huddled on the floor, leaning against the big mahogany desk. The Warden grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her to her feet. He didn't bother to grab her torn prison clothes. He led her out into the hall, ass naked, cum leaking from her used pussy, and held onto her until they got back to the room where he had unshackled her. He threw a new prison uniform at her, and waited, watching, lusting after her naked, used body. She slowly put the uniform on, he shackled her, and called on his radio for Franklin to come return the prisoner to her cell.
 
She was trembling from head to toe, her sobs quiet, but nonetheless there. Her head hurt from where she'd hit it, and she was sure she had bruises from where the old man had ripped at her clothing, causing it to pull tight against her delicate skin. Even as she pulled the new clothes on, she knew Donovan was watching her, and kept her eyes down.

When she heard him call for Franklin, part of her wished he'd just call for a female guard. She wasn't afraid of other women... but men... even the ones as nice as Franky... scared her.

She couldn't wait to get back to her dorm. Candy was there... Something about Candy made Rhea feel a lot calmer.
 
Candy

Candy had heard all the screams down to her cell and she was shaking with sobs. She failed Rhea, and she knew it. She knew what the warden was going to do, and she hated it the one time she had to go through that humiliation. Worse was the baby that came 9 months later, and he took the little one away to the orphanage. At least she had hoped he had, for she knew that she would never be able to take care of the little one with a life sentence.

She sat there waiting for Rhea to get back, and then she would comfort her, and make sure she was going to be ok.
 
Franklin winced at the sound. When he was ordered to escort the prisoner back to her cell, he sighed, and went up and got her. He took her down to her cell, then handed her a small vial. "This will prevent his nasty seed from taking inside you. Wish I had had the stuff when Candy came in."
 
She was sobbing, though quiet. Her eyes had that far off, distant look to them as he slid the vial into her hand. She didn't even seem to notice, though her tiny fingers wrapped around it. Even as he walked her back to her cell, she didn't bother fix the mess her pigtails had become. It didn't matter anyway.

Her eyes were barely open when they reached her cell, and each step she took was as if her body were moving on its own. It must have been, she thought, because she was making no concious effort to make it move herself.

Upon reaching the cell, she stepped inside as the door slid open, moving over to her bunk and sitting there. Pulling her knees to her chest, her arms went around them and she stared blankly at the floor. The vial still rested in her hands, but still she didn't seem to notice.

Rhea had withdrawn, as she'd done so many times in the past. Lost in her own little world, waiting for the pain to stop.
 
Candy

Candy was there waiting for Rhea. "Thank you Franky, I will take care of her now." She smiled at the young man, and sat down next to Rhea on her bunk, placing an arm around her shoulders. She took the vial from her hands, and opened it up. "Come on Rhea, you need to drink this up, or you will become pregnant from the asshole that did this to you." She put it up to her lips, and leaned her head back, getting her to drink it up. She then plugged her nose so that she would swallow it. "That's a good girl, don't worry, that will keep you from being pregnant from the warden." She smiled thanking god that Franky was great in chemistry, and able to come up with the concoction, she had seen it work with so many other girls since her last encounter with the warden.
 
Her eyes lifted and she looked up at Candy, though it was obvious from the distanced look in them that she wasn't exactly completely coherant. She'd swallowed the medicine stuff, and was now sitting with her hands folded loosely in her lap. She could feel the blood sliding down the inside of her leg from her abused sex, but didn't seem to notice or care. Not honestly care, atleast.

Turning her head to look at the dull grey cinderblock wall, she sat there, pigtails hanging at awkward, messy angles and silent tears still sliding down her cheeks.
 
Candy

Candy went and got a warm wash cloth, and started cleaning Rhea up, and then grabbed her brush, and started brushing her hair out, untangling her pig tails, and putting them back up for her, before sitting there and holding onto her so that she will be ok. "I know that he is an asshole, and you were raped Rhea, and I'm sorry to say that there isn't anything we can do about it. He runs this place, and runs most of the guards here. Yes there are a few like Franky, who isn't with him and his group, but most of them are on his payroll in that way." She rocked her back and forth, trying to get her to calm down some.
 
Franklin went about his rounds, shaking his head. It was tempting to get the prison released to the inmates, but, that would cause problems in and of itself. He was afraid he'd have to do something drastic, and soon.
 
Rhea sniffled, seeming to snap out of it. She lay her head on Candy's shoulders, eyes closing. "I'm fine, really... I'll be fine," she whispered, grateful the other woman was there to comfort her. "I'm used to it," she added on a whisper so light one would barely know she said anything at all if they weren't paying attention.
 
Candy

"No one should be used to what you had to go through with that monster. Yes we call him a monster, and I think he agrees with us, but I'm not sure. I hear that he had to make a deal with the devil to get that, and that he was handsome at one time, but that's just rumors." She smiled at her and held onto her hoping that she will be ok.
 
Pain still radiated through her from where she'd been so brutalized, and soon she was laying down on the bunk, curling into a ball in an effort to stop the pain. Whimpers left her as she lay there, hair curling around the edge of the blanket, eyes closing. It hurt, but she was starting to learn to deal with the pain. Like she had all the times before.
 
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