The Initiation

(Introduction to "Daddy Jack")

(Excerpt)

by Tristan-Tyler

WARNING!

While this warning statement is not an apology or disclaimer, the excerpt from this chapter is, by far, the roughest in the series, encompassing forcible rape, water sports, cum games, verbal and physical humiliation, and oral slavery. Please keep in mind, though, that beyond privately personal fantasy, this in no way reflects one's wishes for reality. However, it is necessary in order to set the stage for realism, and lay the groundwork and foundation for the remainder of the series. Therefore, you ultimately have your own permission to enjoy!

The next morning, right after breakfast, I was standing beside Jack's bunk, completely naked. I had been forced to humiliatingly turn over all of my clothes, one article at a time, with pauses in between, in front of him and his friends, I even had to give him my shoes and last pair of underwear that I had on, and lay them neatly on top of his bunk to try and make up for some of the money I owed him. The clothes weren't worth much, considering that most of what I owned was prison issue anyway, even my toiletries, including my toothbrush, shower soap, washrag and towel. I tried to plead with Jack, but, he said that I owed him too much money, and that I had to pay something, since I had come in here with no money of my own. It was a 'man thing,' and he wanted everything I had, and I had to hand it over to him. He had backed me for the past couple of weeks with cigarettes and liquor, while I played blackjack and chess. I had been winning, but, somehow, I had suddenly lost everything, and everybody was talking about it. We all knew, that the meager possessions I had just relinquished, including all of my clothes and toiletries, didn't even begin to cover a small portion of the debt I owed. I was trying to think my way out of my predicament when Jack suddenly and calmly, matter-of-factly, asked me right in front of everybody if I was ready to be his little "bitch whore." Even with my short time in here of only a few weeks, I had already learned enough by now to know what "bitch whores" were, and what special role they served in prison. It couldn't possibly be happening to me

When the full realization struck me as to what he really wanted from me, I begged and pleaded with him not to make me his "bitch." He was my friend, we were intellectual equals, and he had promised to take care of me. He couldn't possibly be turning me out like this. I wasn't that way. I liked girls, and besides, it wasn't my fault I had lost so much money, even if the money didn't belong to me. When I played blackjack, those guys had let me win at first, and then somehow they changed the cards and cheated. Nobody was that unlucky anyway. They had to have cheated both me and Jack. I tried to explain. But the code in prison dictated that you never owed anybody anything, and if you did, you always paid up right away. Because if you didn't then they would take everything you owned, or whatever else they wanted from you. And, if you had nothing, they kicked your ass, or even worse: brutal rape. And if you ever got raped just once, you were considered "turned out," and even PC (Protective Custody, or "Punk City" if you were a queen) couldn't save you then

I begged and pleaded, and cried in front of everyone that I didn't want to be Jack's "bitch," that I would pay him back some other way. Immediately, I realized I had made a horrible mistake. You never begged or cried in prison, because if you did, then if you weren't already tagged as being weak and a good target for a turnout, then crying about something made the "booty bandits" circle around like predators and sharks reacting to the smell of blood. Jack said nothing. Instead, he simply ignored my pleading, and wouldn't even look at me anymore, and finally, he coldly and aloofly, turned his back to me That's when the rest of the men grabbed me. I struggled hard, and cried, and yelled for help, but someone clapped a hand over my mouth while they dragged me out of Jack's cell into the empty one next door.

Before I knew what was happening to me, I was laying on my stomach, spreadeagled on the dirty, bare mattress of somebody's unused bunk with the sheets stripped away, a man sitting on the back of each leg holding them wide apart, a pillow shoved up underneath my belly, raising my ass high for my first fuck, and a man sitting in the small of my back so I couldn't even struggle. I heard someone spit, and I felt the wetness sliding between my ass cheeks as someone above me clenched them in his hands and pulled them wide apart, exposing me completely as he spit again.

...Then I felt the first hard cock of countless many forcibly bludgeoning its way up my impossibly tight virgin hole. I wanted to scream, but the pain and the shock of actually being raped completely stole my breath away. I couldn't even catch my breath because of the horror of actually being turned out like this, in public, in front of everybody, and in broad daylight, too.

No one had ever gotten fucked like this in the daytime. I had always seen them turned out at night, and in some isolated dark, corner of the prison with low whimpers and muffled moans. I was screaming, and even the guards could see me getting raped now, but when I looked at them with beseeching eyes, none of them lifted a finger to help me. They just stared. My mouth was still open in a silent scream, and I was gasping like a fish out of water, trying to draw a breath, except the heavy weight of all those men on top of me, holding me down, not to mention the brutal fucking going on between my legs, made it impossible

Someone yelled at the others to shut up my screaming. That's when another man climbed up on top of the bunk with me, right in front of my face with his hard cock jerking up and down, the underside of his dick slapping against my tear streaked face and cheeks and mouth as he yelled at me to suck. I was a virgin in my mouth, too. I had never sucked a cock in my life, or tasted cum before I got thrown in prison, even though I had taken a lot of Jack's cum in my mouth over the past few weeks to try and accommodate him because of the money I owed him. And I had thought that what he had made me do was a special "buddy" thing we were doing that was unique to prison, because he had told me that he was my friend. Now, I was screaming through my first fuck as the men crowded close to take their shot at my face and ass

The men took turns raping me all morning, dragging my virgin ass up and down the tier, from cell to cell, offering up my mouth and ass to anyone who wanted it. They even made me drink their piss between cocksuckings, both before and after their cumloads. They raped me until lunch time, except they didn't let me eat. Instead, they made me stumble into the showers, naked and dripping with cum. But they wouldn't let me shower and wash any of it off.

Instead, they tossed me a safety razor and ordered me to completely shave myself from the nose down. I got slapped around a lot to get me started since I was still crying, and said that I didn't want to. I didn't try to hide my fear anymore, and I cried openly now as I shaved with shaking hands, the razor sliding effortlessly through all of the slippery cum on my body.

The rest of the men milled around, laughing at me, and mocked me for being such a silly little bitch and getting turned out like that...

When I finished shaving, I looked around. I had no place to go. So, I tried to make my way back to mine and Jack's cell. But, before I made it halfway, everyone was already finishing their lunch, and a entirely new group of nameless, faceless men who hadn't already had me, grabbed me and dragged me down the catwalk and over to the other side of the tier to start my way down that row of cells. I screamed, and cried. I had already been raped by at least thirty guys, and sucked off probably fifty (I had lost count long ago after the first eight or so anyway). And, that was just between breakfast and lunch. I couldn't believe that they were actually going to do it again.

They took turns and gang raped me all afternoon, flooding my face and ass with fresh loads of cum, promising that they were going to be doing this to me every single day, calling me out again for a replay right after breakfast and lunch, between every single meal (even snacks), and right after supper until lights out and lockdown, and then start all over again the next morning. They also said that they were getting it for free, too, since I was an "independent," a "renegade" who didn't belong to anybody anyway. I was just a free "piece of pussy" to them. The cruel bastards joked and laughed as they roughed me off, wondering how long I would last, since the last little bitch only lasted two weeks before they finally fucked her to death because she was pretty, and stubborn, and wouldn't give it up willingly. I tried to plead with them around choking mouthfuls of throat spearing cock and spurting cum, that I wanted to see Jack, that I wanted to talk to him.

But all that came out were muffled, wet sounds as I gargled on their cum as they slammed their hard meat to the balls all the way in my mouth and choked my words back down my throat. It was uncharacteristically quiet, too, without the usual bedlam of noise that usually took place throughout the day, since everybody was listening to me getting fucked. The only loud talking came from the men who were on top of me, climbing off and making room for the next one while they gave me instructions on how to suck better, and ordering me to squeeze my hole around their cocks

I also couldn't understand why, if Jack wanted me for himself, he was letting these men tear me up like this, if I would be any good to him after it was over, if he would still want me after being raped so indiscriminately. Then, through the sounds of all that slapping flesh, I heard one of them laugh and joke that Jack was one of the strange ones that didn't like a tight "pussy," that after he put his claim on somebody, he always broke his bitches in like this by letting the rest of the men turn out his whores. That way, when they came crawling back to him, their "pussies" would feel more like real pussies, loose enough to not have to fight his way in, and just tight enough to suck the cum out of his balls as "her" "pussy" dragged along his dick for hours and hours at a time until "she" cried, hoping that he would finally cum to ease the abrading pain in her "cunt." What was even more frightening, was that the men fucked me for so long, and so hard, that the pressure against my prostate actually made my dick grow hard between my legs. So, I closed my legs together, hiding it so they wouldn't see it. Closing my legs together made the pain even worse, but that was preferable to them discovering my predicament (a helpless reaction on my part), and then making jokes about how I liked getting raped by so many men

This time, when they were done (they actually fucked me partway through supper), I immediately scrambled to my feet, slipping in a puddle of slippery jism and landing hard on my ass, splashing cum all over myself as the men hooted and jeered. I literally ran back to Jack's cell as fast as my wobbly legs and the pain in my balls and between my legs would allow, holding onto the bars as I went, cum dripping out of my mouth and pouring down my insides of my inner thighs, down my legs all the way to my ankles. I was ready to beg Jack to save me from these horrible rapes. I hadn't seen him since after breakfast this morning, and it already seemed an eternity

"Don't even think about coming in here looking like that and dripping cum all over the place. I don't want all that cum dirtying up my clean floors.

My last bitch just mopped it. Now, are you ready to be my bitch, whore? You've already been fucking and sucking everybody else, I see. I may not even want a used up little cunt like you anymore anyway. You're probably all fucked out already," he said, as I stood there on shaky legs just outside his cell with the rest of the men standing behind me, stroking their hard cocks, just waiting for the signal to take me off again. I could actually hear the cum splashing all over the floor as it sheeted down my body and ran down my legs

Jack forced me to publicly proclaim in front of everybody, that I wanted to be his little fuck whore, that I belonged to him, and that I would beg to do anything he wanted, promising him all sorts of things that I would do for him and what they would mean to me, without question or complaint, and without begging to get out of it. The rest of the men hooted and laughed as they listened to me say such humiliating things. After about an hour of humiliating and degrading promises and pledging my new ownership to Jack, and explaining how I had gotten myself into this, and why I now belonged to him, he made me put on a dirty, worn pair of panties and four inch heels that had belonged to some other bitch long since gone. I had to go out onto the catwalk, walking from cell to cell in my panties and heels, telling everyone who would listen that I was a "bitch" now, a "prison whore," a "fresh cunt," and that I now belonged to "Daddy Jack" for as long as he wanted, or for as long as I continued to improve my performance as everybody's "little girl"