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Sex Slave Island Cell Four
‘Get up against the wall, Cell Four!’
The voice cut through her cell door, and before she could stand up, the door shot open and bounced off the wall, and through it came two large men carrying truncheons.
‘What is t-this?’ Nicole stammered as the men picked her up and pushed her up against the wall of her cell.
‘It’s your eighteenth birthday… and your sentence has been changed.’
‘Changed how?’ Nicole asked.
‘Significantly.’ One of them sneered.
They dragged her kicking and screaming out of the cell and marched her down the Juvenile ward. The other inmates jeered as Nicole passed them by and threw things at her head.
‘Fuck you! Fuck you all! Fucking— retroactive laws, always changing, this isn’t fair! It’s not fair!’
Nicole dug her heels into the door at the end of the cell block. Despite her short stature, she had plenty of strength in her thick thighs. Her tiny ass bulged against the underside of her slacks, looking quite firm, and the guards growled at her.
‘Stop that, Cell Four. Get down!’
‘No—! I won’t go! I won’t! I’ve seen the public hearings! They’re barbaric! Don’t let them do that to me, please! I’ll do anything, anything!’
They grasped her head and tried to shove her through the cell block door, but she made life as awkward as possible for them. The other prisoners jeered even louder. They were laughing now.
‘Rape that bitch, rape that bitch!’ They yelled.
‘No, please. No!’ Nicole started to cry as the guards pried her limbs away from the cellblock door. They carried her through it with her arms positioned behind her back. Her shirt had rode up during the struggle, and her small tits were out. The nubs of her nipples were rock hard from the rush of it all, and the lines of her groin could be seen leading down from her hips.
A massive man carrying a very small pistol stood in the hallway up ahead, waiting for her.
She knew that disapproving expression. The stoic way he stood. And the peaked cap positioned across his brow — The Warden. She was going to be staked!
‘No, please, Warden! No! Not the mule, anything but the mule! Don’t do it to me… please!’
The entire cell block was engulfed in sound. The door to the courtyard swung open, held by the Warden, and the two guards carrying Nicole took her out to face her sentence. The first thing Nicole saw was people. Hundreds if not thousands of people, lining the tiers above the prison courtyard. And above them were television screens, a whole series of them, placed one above the other. She knew this was all being broadcasted live all around the world, and that very soon, it would be her being bent over the (literal) barrel.
They called it staking. An inhuman and sordid practice where women (and men) were made to suffer six consecutive bouts of forced penetration. It was rape, in other words. And even worse, sometimes it featured ‘the mule.’ A wooden block shaped like a triangle which the offender was mounted upon whilst being fucked up the ass. To Nicole’s massive relief, there was no mule on the stage today. But she still cried as they led her up the steps and turned the cameras on her.
‘Cell Four. Nicole. Eighteen years old. Sentenced for battery — five years. Three served. Six months left; time reduced for good behavior. Your remaining sentence will be wiped post-staking, and you will be inducted back into society. Bring out the mule.’
‘No!’ Nicole’s voice ripped through the air. It sounded animalistic and high-strung.
The guards held her as they brought out the mule. It was about three feet high, the perfect height for Nicole’s small body to be bent over it. Tugging down her prison trousers, they displayed her small, tight ass to the cameras and the crowd. People laughed. Some braced themselves. Others frowned in apprehension. It was said that people either bought tickets or were forced to attend the stakings; there was no in-between.
‘Animals! You’re all— animals!’ Nicole said as they pulled up her shirt sleeve and prepared the drug. She stared at the dark red solution inside the loaded syringe. They were siphoning it from a medical vial and were about to inject her with it.
‘What’s that?’ Nicole asked.
‘It’s antimoxin. It’ll stop you from becoming aroused; and make sure you stay nice and tight for the cameras.’
‘Why the fuck would that be necessary?’ Nicole asked, staring up at the guard.
‘Because people pay good money to watch young offenders like you get fucked.’ He answered.
Nicole stared at him as they pierced her with the needle, and even when they took it out she was still led there looking at the same guy in shock. She couldn’t believe her ears. It was only when the first ‘’assistant’’ came and shoved her down against the mule did she let out a scream.
‘Ouch! — Ow! Fuck!’ Nicole gasped, seizing the mule with both hands.
Beneath her chest. a series of rigid spikes had dug into her flesh when the assistant had put his hands on her. This only got worse when he pushed her head down and made her weight hang over the end of the awkward triangle, spreading her ass wide in the air behind her.
‘Please… please…’ Nicole whimpered. The guards stood by and watched. The masked assistant had on pants that let his cock hang out. It was already half-erect as he rubbed it callously above her inner thighs. From behind, this man (and the rest of the world) had a close view of her nubile pussy. The pink slit was clean shaven, (she was afforded that luxury in prison), and was very puffy despite being so dry from the anti-hormonal drug. Whereas her taut asshole was colorless and no more than a starry indent tucked somewhere between her buttocks. If the man had not already been violently fingering it, the camera might have missed it. Behind him, five other assistants watched and waited.
‘Commence the staking.’ The Warden said.
‘— No…!’ Nicole begged. ‘No— PLEASE!’
Veins expanded in Nicole’s bloodshot eyes. Her pupils dilated and black consumed the whites. The rose-tint of her mouth opened, showing her saliva-strewn teeth, and a long trail of fluid exited her mouth and swung from her chin as the man behind her shoved his cock unceremoniously up her asshole.
‘Mmf, good girl…’ whispered the assistant, his hand disappearing inside of Nicole’s short black hair.
Staring up at the T.V. screens, Nicole watched as the fair image of herself started getting dicked. She could feel it happening; but could not believe it was real. The pain was blocked out, perhaps by shock, hopefully by the drug also, but more than likely not. They were already running the ‘after-effects.’ Displayed on the 45’’ monitors was a slow-mo cap of Nicole’s innocent asshole being ripped apart by a horny, veiny dick; the rubber condom wrapped around it was serrated with plastic ridges that were designed specifically to be (in some places) too wide. This left her asshole gaping and thoroughly abraded from the off-set, and she was stunned to see how red her small, firm cheeks already looked sitting atop her limp, hanging thighs. Her small feet at the end of her body were dripping with what looked like sweat, and she felt sick when she saw how they had already begun to twitch.
‘MNNNGH…’ — ‘HNGHHH…’ — ‘ERHNGH!’
With her cheek placed side on along the torture horse, the mule scraped the front of her body red raw. Her small, pale tits grew unaffectionately swollen. Her pussy hit the sharp edges only occasionally, but when it did, that’s when the sounds crawled out of the gutter of her mouth and filled the coliseum. The people watching covered their faces in places, but there were pockets of men leaning over the stands for a better look. Nicole’s protests sounded loud and affronted. Agonizing, even. Summoned up from the pit of her chest whenever the assistant put himself back inside her, it wasn’t just the anal: it was the series of events that followed. Her face would slide along the acute angle, her hands having nowhere to grip, and her cunt would be forced to ride along the sharp objects while her bloodless limbs went numb — only to be shot full of pain whenever one of the spikes gouged her nerve endings. Nicole was being tortured to the highest degree, and as the man picked up the pace behind her, coming closer and closer to his orgasm, he pulled her head up and displayed it like a trophy to the cameras. In response, Nicole shot saliva through her teeth and stared back; looking wild-eyed and fierce, her neck filled with blood and the tendons of her neck pulsing with adrenaline. Her tiny, girlish asshole had been ravaged mercilessly, and her thick, short thighs were being held apart at the ankles by the guards as the man took her. She felt like a flesh-pocket. She felt like a sleeve. She felt like an anal-cherry, freshly popped. She spat something through her teeth as the man came, something that sounded unlike herself — something crass:
‘Fuck me you fucking whore fuck me,’ said Nicole. The man behind her arched his back when he heard her and came explosively.
The stands roared. The camera drones hovered even closer, snapping the shot. Nicole flushed, turning red. The playback on the prison courtyard’s monitors were already playing back the crude moment. Her voice had been isolated and the volume increased—
‘Fuck me you fucking whore fuck me.’
‘Fuck me you fucking whore fuck me.’
‘Fuck me you fucking whore fuck me.’
Nicole covered her face with her hands and cried as they swapped out the assistants and gave her a very impersonal enema, which emptied her asshole of seamen and let the tight rung of her butthole resume it’s rightful place. The assistant was a woman this time, dressed in a perky little outfit with a turtleneck collar and high-waisted trousers. She looked like a dude, Nicole thought, with an equally large rubber dick. This thing was massive, though. Holstered in the same plastic cock-cradle that the other guy’s was, though this one seemed to sport even more hard ridges.
‘You’re going to put that in me? How do you know it will even fit!?’ Nicole asked the woman as she took hold of her right thigh, spreading Nicole’s petite body out across the mule.
The woman then gripped Nicole by her left hip, creating a nice contrast in balance between them; and stuck the tip of the rubber cock between Nicole’s plump buttocks. She felt like she was being raped by a tall, butch lesbian bully, sent straight from hell.
Led on her back over the torture horse, Nicole rolled her eyes again as she felt the dildo forcing its way inside her.
‘— It always fits.’ The woman smirked, rolling her hips.
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