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Dear diary
I did not sleep much last night. Not only could I not get a good sleeping position with my tits wrapped around the scaffolding pole. Every time I felt myself drifting off a couple of prisoners would arrive for a midnight snack.
I spent Christmas day getting fucked all day again. The tattoo artists expanded their work up to my breasts, covering more of my skin with lewd images and insults. Weirdly enough for Christmas it was fairly anticlimactic.
By the end of the day the alpha confirmed that every prisoner there had fucked me in every hole and I was finally allowed to eat. The leftovers from the prisoners canteen lunch was placed in front of me. Before I could begin to eat Alpha grabbed me and with glee handcuffed my hands behind my back, knowing this would force me to eat with my face like a dog. He then made a point of telling me that "Christmas dinner is nothing without gravy."
I had no idea when they had collected so much fluid but it was familiar to me, it was sex juices, a whole bucket collected over the previous two days. With a malevolent grin alpha poured a heaping sticky layer of it on my food, before placing his foot on the back of my head and forcing my face into the mix.
I wasn't able to write in my diary that night as they ran a chain through my clit piercing and padlocked my pussy to the shower. Any time I found a position to sleep in, one of the predators would show their dominance by turning on the shower. I cannot describe the sensation of being showered with cold water while the vibrations of the water running through the pipe are delivered directly to my clit. Needless to say it wasn't helpful for a good night's sleep.
The next day I was woken up nice and early. I was told that everyone was asking for me to nip to the shops to get cigarettes and booze. When I went to the staff room to pick up my clothes they were no longer there. I told Alpha I couldn't go to the shops naked and he agreed. He reached into my bag and pulled out the duct tape and before long he had crafted my outfit.
Firstly he had created 2 Xs over my nipples, however he had also cut out the centre of the Xs so my nips could peek out a little and so my new piercings were visible. Next he took a medium size dildo and butt plug, rammed them into me and turned them on to vibrate, he also placed my credit card between the two vibrating toys before using another length of duct tape to hold everything in place (cutting a small hole in the tape so the anyone observant enough could see my clit ring hanging out).
I got a look at myself in the mirror, to any passers-by I looked like I was only barely covered, to anyone who looked closer I wasn't even that. The Alpha let me get a look at myself for a second, before leading me to the front door and kicking me out into the cold December air.
My torso and tits were still a bit raw from the tattooing and my shaved head let me feel every breeze as I shakily walked through the prison car park and towards the exit.
The prison is on the outskirts of a small town so it the roads aren't too busy. There's a small shop down the road that does good business from prison visitors and staff, I've dropped by a couple of times to pick up lunch and now all I can hope is that the clerk doesn't recognise me. But first I had to get there.
I ducked behind the entrance sign and waited for a gap in the traffic. I knew I was going to be seen eventually but I didn't want anyone to see me leaving the prison (temporarily forgetting that "Prison Bitch" was tattooed across my torso in big letters).
I found the gap and began walking down the road, there is some traffic lights nearby so cars would come in bursts of three or four, some honking, others yelling. Being out in the world just reminded me that these people were not who I was doing this for. If any of them had the danger and raw animal passion of the beasts in the prison they would pull their car over and fuck me right there in the road. The vibrations were really starting to get to me and I began to be relieved that my clit ring was sticking through the tape as it gave me something to play with on the long walk.
Eventually I got to the corner shop. The hapless teen stuck doing the Boxing Day shift immediately perked up as I walked through the door. I could feel the murmur of the customers, their eyes gazing on me, these were the herbivores of the savannah, those who watch on as the predators devour. Eventually they all left and it was just me in the shop. I went to the counter and ordered an ungodly amount of vodka and cigarettes, after what I had done maxing out my credit card for the prisoners was nothing to me. The teen behind the bar stared at my tits as he wrung up my shopping and I felt no compulsion to hide from him. But then he said something that made my heart stop.
"Hey, I know you, you're the warden, how did you end up like this?" this was a problem, I summoned up my own animal instincts and they immediately became my greatest asset.
"Yes I am the warden, but now I have given myself to the prisoners to be a piece of sex meat. Now nobody can know about this, so how about I offer myself to you in exchange for your silence." I had barely finished talking when the teen had the door locked and the blinds down on the shop. He reached for my breasts with his shaky hands and almost came from groping them. Poor little lamb.
"Not like that" I corrected him. "Grab me by these nipple rings and pull me where you want me." this aggressive lust scared him. In the end it felt like I was raping him as I pulled him to the ground, replaced the dildo with his cock, and yelled "fuck me like you hate me!"
...
When I got back everyone was happy to see me, cigs and booze were passed around and it became a party. I was chained up next to the toilets, and as the night wore on the fucking got more aggressive, not to mention each animal taking it in turns to mark me as their territory. With everyone passing out from the booze I'm actually hopeful that once this is done I can get a good night's sleep.
Jacqueline.
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I did not sleep much last night. Not only could I not get a good sleeping position with my tits wrapped around the scaffolding pole. Every time I felt myself drifting off a couple of prisoners would arrive for a midnight snack.
I spent Christmas day getting fucked all day again. The tattoo artists expanded their work up to my breasts, covering more of my skin with lewd images and insults. Weirdly enough for Christmas it was fairly anticlimactic.
By the end of the day the alpha confirmed that every prisoner there had fucked me in every hole and I was finally allowed to eat. The leftovers from the prisoners canteen lunch was placed in front of me. Before I could begin to eat Alpha grabbed me and with glee handcuffed my hands behind my back, knowing this would force me to eat with my face like a dog. He then made a point of telling me that "Christmas dinner is nothing without gravy."
I had no idea when they had collected so much fluid but it was familiar to me, it was sex juices, a whole bucket collected over the previous two days. With a malevolent grin alpha poured a heaping sticky layer of it on my food, before placing his foot on the back of my head and forcing my face into the mix.
I wasn't able to write in my diary that night as they ran a chain through my clit piercing and padlocked my pussy to the shower. Any time I found a position to sleep in, one of the predators would show their dominance by turning on the shower. I cannot describe the sensation of being showered with cold water while the vibrations of the water running through the pipe are delivered directly to my clit. Needless to say it wasn't helpful for a good night's sleep.
The next day I was woken up nice and early. I was told that everyone was asking for me to nip to the shops to get cigarettes and booze. When I went to the staff room to pick up my clothes they were no longer there. I told Alpha I couldn't go to the shops naked and he agreed. He reached into my bag and pulled out the duct tape and before long he had crafted my outfit.
Firstly he had created 2 Xs over my nipples, however he had also cut out the centre of the Xs so my nips could peek out a little and so my new piercings were visible. Next he took a medium size dildo and butt plug, rammed them into me and turned them on to vibrate, he also placed my credit card between the two vibrating toys before using another length of duct tape to hold everything in place (cutting a small hole in the tape so the anyone observant enough could see my clit ring hanging out).
I got a look at myself in the mirror, to any passers-by I looked like I was only barely covered, to anyone who looked closer I wasn't even that. The Alpha let me get a look at myself for a second, before leading me to the front door and kicking me out into the cold December air.
My torso and tits were still a bit raw from the tattooing and my shaved head let me feel every breeze as I shakily walked through the prison car park and towards the exit.
The prison is on the outskirts of a small town so it the roads aren't too busy. There's a small shop down the road that does good business from prison visitors and staff, I've dropped by a couple of times to pick up lunch and now all I can hope is that the clerk doesn't recognise me. But first I had to get there.
I ducked behind the entrance sign and waited for a gap in the traffic. I knew I was going to be seen eventually but I didn't want anyone to see me leaving the prison (temporarily forgetting that "Prison Bitch" was tattooed across my torso in big letters).
I found the gap and began walking down the road, there is some traffic lights nearby so cars would come in bursts of three or four, some honking, others yelling. Being out in the world just reminded me that these people were not who I was doing this for. If any of them had the danger and raw animal passion of the beasts in the prison they would pull their car over and fuck me right there in the road. The vibrations were really starting to get to me and I began to be relieved that my clit ring was sticking through the tape as it gave me something to play with on the long walk.
Eventually I got to the corner shop. The hapless teen stuck doing the Boxing Day shift immediately perked up as I walked through the door. I could feel the murmur of the customers, their eyes gazing on me, these were the herbivores of the savannah, those who watch on as the predators devour. Eventually they all left and it was just me in the shop. I went to the counter and ordered an ungodly amount of vodka and cigarettes, after what I had done maxing out my credit card for the prisoners was nothing to me. The teen behind the bar stared at my tits as he wrung up my shopping and I felt no compulsion to hide from him. But then he said something that made my heart stop.
"Hey, I know you, you're the warden, how did you end up like this?" this was a problem, I summoned up my own animal instincts and they immediately became my greatest asset.
"Yes I am the warden, but now I have given myself to the prisoners to be a piece of sex meat. Now nobody can know about this, so how about I offer myself to you in exchange for your silence." I had barely finished talking when the teen had the door locked and the blinds down on the shop. He reached for my breasts with his shaky hands and almost came from groping them. Poor little lamb.
"Not like that" I corrected him. "Grab me by these nipple rings and pull me where you want me." this aggressive lust scared him. In the end it felt like I was raping him as I pulled him to the ground, replaced the dildo with his cock, and yelled "fuck me like you hate me!"
...
When I got back everyone was happy to see me, cigs and booze were passed around and it became a party. I was chained up next to the toilets, and as the night wore on the fucking got more aggressive, not to mention each animal taking it in turns to mark me as their territory. With everyone passing out from the booze I'm actually hopeful that once this is done I can get a good night's sleep.
Jacqueline.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
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