Prisoner 5702693

Prisoner 5702693

Part Two

“Door” 5702693 stood up and moved to the door. She was on day 5 of her 21 days on being kept naked. When the door opened, she was directed to the room with the chair and directed to sit. The man came in and per usual strapped her tightly to the chair.

“Your lawyer filed an appeal on your behalf. As you may or may not know the Appeals Courts have the option to dismiss, concur or change the sentence altogether. As a result of your particular appeal, your original sentence has been modified. Your opportunity for an annual visitation is removed, you will be receiving two tattoos of you prison number, as well as two more tattoos of the facility’s choice. Here’s the real kicker, your sentence had been lengthened to life. Looks like you might be with us forever.”

5702693 felt ill. She had not discussed the term asking for the man to make that decision and informing her after her initial intake processing.  She also knew that he had a few interesting fetishes that he was going to be able to incorporate into hers. Life in a small cell might be too much.

“You will be receiving your first tattoo today. After that I will be showing you how the rules for lifers are different from other inmates.”

The man then added a final strap over her head to hold it in place. She remained there for some time while her prepared the tools for her first prison tattoo. He began by taking a premade template and laying it across her forehead. Then he applied a wet sponge to it to transfer it. Then he settled into a chair and began to change the temporary marking to a permanent one. It was painful and she wanted to cry.  She didn’t get to see what he had in mind but knew it wouldn’t be nice. That was in the original agreement. She wanted to be forced to bear some sort of marking that would lessen her desire for freedom.

The process took most of two hours and she had the mother of all headaches by the time he finished. Instead of going back to her cell he took her to a new room. This room was stark with only a 55-gallon drum in the middle. The cover to the drum was a heavy piece of wood with a hole in the middle. She was placed inside, and the wood was then refastened around her neck and lock back down. She was now trapped in the barrel with her head exposed. Inside she was force to squat slightly and at the same time was completely unable to sit or find any position that was relaxing. “We use this to make sure you don’t fuss with your new tattoo. Don’t worry though you will only be here for a couple of weeks.” He then left and she heard the heavy metal door close and lock behind her.

5402693 tried unsuccessfully to find a position that wasn’t painful to be in. Several hours later the man returned to spoon feed her and provide water to drink that tasted more like piss than water. Each day she re4mained in the barrel was pure hell for her. On day 11 the man came in and simply pissed in her face before leaving without as much as a word.

When she was finally released, she was barely able to stand. In order to get her to move toward the showers he use a cattle prod. The pain was so much worse than the soreness she was feeling from her stay in the hell can as she named it. She forced herself to move into the shower and into the ice-cold water. Despite the painful cold water, she felt relief to get the smell of the piss and shit off of her. She wasn’t done rinsing when the water shut off and cursed herself for taking too long. Showers were rare and despite the cold always made her feel slightly better afterwards. She used the towel to dry and remove the left-over suds on her legs.

She was finally escorted back to her cell. The sheets and blanket had been removed at the same time she lost her jumper and now the cell felt colder. After the door was secured, she climbed on the bed and looked in the mirror covering the surveillance camera. What she saw made her feel ill again. On her forehead in bold easy to read letters were the words. “Stupid CUNT” The letters were done in very thick solid black lettering. There would be little chance of a cover up or removal. The fantasy was cool, but this reality was hitting harder than she could have imagined.

“Looks nice huh?” The voice startled her and caused her to nearly fall off the bed. “I have decided that will be your new name. CUNT. From now on if asked you will answer my name is Cunt. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” She answered holding back tears.  Later that evening she was fed. Her Meal had a new color to it. Slightly yellow. She knew of course he added his own piss to her meal. Maybe she might come to like the added flavor.

The next several days were filled with more boredom. Interspersed with a piss-soaked meal. “Door” She jumped at the unexpected command. Happy to have something new to do, she stood by the door and waited.

“Hello Cunt. Kneel!” he commanded.

As soon as her knees hit the floor, he began to piss all over her. “Don’t fight it or I will put back in that can for a month and you will be my personal urinal.”

She forced herself to not fight and hold as still as she could. He managed to cover her entire body in the foul-smelling piss. When he finished, he looked sown at her and said, “Clean up that mess cunt.”

She knew she didn’t have anything to clean it up with and speaking was out of the question so she looked at him a bit dumbfounded. “You really are a stupid cunt. Lick that shit up!” He started to pull out his handy cattle prod. She quickly bent over and began to lick the floor clean of his piss.

After that incident he made more visits to use her as a human urinal and always made her lick the floor up afterwards. The fourth day of being pissed on he came in her cell and bent her over the bed. He took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her. Then without and prep or warning he shoved his cock in her ass. He was kind enough to hold still when it was all the way in for her to marginally get used to it. Once her initial shock subsided and her breathing calmed a bit, he began to fuck her ass mercilessly. When he came, he wiped his dirty shit covered cock in her hair and then left her on the floor sobbing and still cuffed. She knew that it was only a matter of time before he would use her sexually. She again was not ready for the brutalness of the reality of her situation. Fantasizing about being used was one thing but then having a cock shoved up your ass while you are helpless is a different thing altogether.

He left the cuffs on her for several day forcing her to have to lay on the floor to eat. She tasted piss in everything now. He made quite sure of that.  Also, he came back to fuck her ass several more times. She was little more than an object for his use now.

He took he back to the chair room. Her cuffs were finally removed, and she was secured to the chair again. “I’m going to be working on your upper lip and cheeks. You will hold still, or I will show you jus how painful being shocked unconscious can be.” As before he placed a premade tattoo over her upper lip. Then began to work on causing her ridiculous amounts of pain. After he finished, he took her back to the Hell Can.

If anything, her time in the can was worse than the first time. HE failed to clean it out from her last time, so she was lowered into drum full of dried shit and piss with flies. She wondered if he brought the flies in. Once she was secured inside the flies began to attack her face. This was pure torture as she could do so little to chase them away.  By the time he released her she would have happily licked up piss all day to avoid this hell.

In her cell she again looked in the mirror. Stupid CUNT was emblazoned on her forehead. Still impossible to miss. But it was the new tattoo that scared her. In letters that barely fit she read the words: Ass Licker. Could things get worse? Best not actually ask as things usually do.

The following day she was taken to a new room. How many rooms were there? This one had a rather nice and comfortable looking recliner in it with a flat screen TV opposite it. Her guard took off his pants and sat in the chair. “Okay Cunt. Unless you want to go back in that drum you best do a really good job of licking my ass. When I fart don’t stop.”

When you fart? Not if? Crap. She got down on her knees and began to tentatively lick his ass. She felt his hand grab a fist full of hair and shove her into his ass. “Look Cunt I won’t tell you again. Get your fucking shit stained tongue deep in my ass. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

She did as she was told fearing the repercussions of disobeying. “It’s time for NFL Sunday Football! On today’s line up we have two awesome games scheduled for you. The ….” She heard the TV announcing the line up for NFL Sunday. She knew each game could last as long as three hours or more.

Between games he shifted position and shoved his hard cock down her throat. He pumped mercilessly until he finally shot a thick slimy load into her mouth. She managed to choke it down without vomiting. It tasted gross to her. After he finished, he had her go back to licking his ass. During the first game he had farted several times and each time it smelled so bad she knew she wouldn’t eat for a week. The second game was much the same but her tongue was now swelling up from all the effort she was spending on giving his ass attention. She was fairly certain that she ate a fair amount of shit as well. A little bit at a time. 

When the game was finished, he led her back to the room she was first in. “I have a new surprise for you Cunt. Today was supposed to be the day you got your jumper back. I decided I like you naked. I’m going to make it permanent.” Taking a set of full body shackles, he began to attach them by means of placing each cuff then using A heavy sledge hammer to pound in a locking pin making removal impossible. This was repeated for each wrist and ankle as well as her neck with an adjoining chain that now limited her movements severely. Was then returned to her cell. The lights went out and she cried herself to sleep.

Epilog

Eventually Cunt was again tattooed. This time her prisoner number 5702693 was done on her back in very big bold numbers and above her left breast. In the following years she was kept mostly in her own cell but every so often she was placed in the isolation cell. He never cleaned it out and she did everything she could to avoid it. He freely used her mouth and ass for his own pleasure and never worried himself about how she felt about it.  She accepted that she was his personal urinal and was pissed on several times daily. Her life was reduced to little more than an object for his person use and abuse.  He did do random inspections and somehow each time was still incredibly humiliating. Eventually she forgot her own name accepting that her name now was actually Cunt as that was all she heard. Punishments were for any and all infraction. They could be time in the isolation cell or a brutal caning leaving her with dozens of painful stripes on her ass and the back of her legs. Other times he chose to use a wooden paddle on her breasts until they were two large masses of multicolored bruises. Her life was a fantasy and hell all rolled into one.

The man wonder why he ever resisted her request to be a full-time prisoner with pain and humiliation involved. When he built the prison complex in her large underground bunker complex, he chose to have a lot of options. One thing he was especially proud of was the shower system. He ran the cold water tap through a copper tube into the walk-in refrigerator. In there the copper tubing ran in huge loops that allowed the water to reach 33 degrees before finally arriving at the shower head. He took a crash course on how to tattoo before she arrived so that he could fulfill that requirement.  He incorporated his own fetish for controlling her diet. Her entire diet now consisted of bland Soylent. It could be adjusted to keep her at what ever calorie ratio he desired. She had been in his “Prison” for over ten years now and he was in no hurry to end things.