A life sentence

John injected Hole with something, stuck a needle in her arm, right there in the parking lot. Suddenly, everything mellowed out. A strange calm came over her, a feeling that everything was going to be all right. Nothing hurt. It wasn't cold any more. The big man and his brick shithouse of a bodyguard didn't seem to be scary anymore. She was grateful to him for the jab. So nice of him to make her feel better!

John looked her in the eyes as he tapped a cotton swab at the spot in her arm where he had inserted the needle.

'Feeling better?'

'So much better, Mister! Thank you! You're being very kind to me.'

'It's an amazing concoction I gave you.'

'It is! I feel so...cozy! So safe! So free!'

John laughed out loud. 'You're not any of those things, silly! But yeah, I know! I used to use it myself, but I quit. Fucks your internal organs right up. Your liver hates it, trust me. Anyway, it won't last more than a couple of hours, then it's back to the horror show I turned your life into. Does that bother you at all?'

'No, sir. I'm sure everything will work out just fine.'

'It won't.'

'Oh, well! We should only stress over the things we have control over, right?' - Hole looked at her captor with a wide smile, a little saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

'Well said, Hole, well said. And you know what that means? You will never have to stress about anything ever again! Doesn't that sound just perfect?'

'Absolutely!'

'We're gonna go upstairs now and play dress-up, ok?'

Hole nodded enthusiastically. 'That sounds amazing! Let's do that!'

John cut her free before they got in the elevator. The elderly couple that had entered on the ground floor on their way up had been giving her funny looks until John told them he was using her as a **** toy. They smiled at her afterwards and at John's polite insistence the old man grabbed her breasts and roughly squeezed them again and again until they hurt. She was aware of the pain but no part of her felt like protesting. Not even when the old man's wife, again after being invited to by John, reached out, lowered Hole's jaw with her thumb to make her open her mouth and spat right into it. Hole swallowed the stranger's saliva and, after John prodded her with his elbow, said thank you.

Back in the room, after a nice, refreshing shower (the maid tied up there didn't seem very talkative, staring in front of herself and slightly shaking), Hole lied on the bed, arms and legs spread. 'This bed is so comfy!', she raised her head and smiled at John, who was rummaging in the closet. After a few minutes, he came over to her with a plastic bag in his hands.

'Here, Hole. Get yourself into these and then we can go.'

She obeyed and soon she was standing in front of the mirror, admiring her new clothes.

Hole, formerly Jasmine, was dressed as a policewoman. Her dark blue shirt even had a fake badge over the breast and a fake walkie-talkie on her shoulder. She turned around and looked at her ass. The trousers, with a golden line running along the legs on both sides, accentuated her booty beautifully. The only unusual thing about the costume was that it had no crotch. Her shaved pussy was out in the open, for all to see. It was perfectly fine, as far as she was concerned.

'It's time to go, Officer Hole!', John said.

'Tee-hee, Officer Hole, that's so cute!', she giggled idiotically.

John held out a pair of handcuffs. 'Let's put these on. The **** will wear off soon, and you'll be back to being scared shitless.'

After the cuffs were on her wrists, he also stuffed a cloth in her mouth and tied another one over it around her head, to keep it in place.

Hole felt like a fog was very slowly lifting and a moment of terror came over her. She stiffened, but the feeling ebbed away and she was back in the pleasant headspace she so enjoyed.

Breathing through her nose, wrists cuffed behind her back, she allowed herself to be led gently back out of the room, into the elevator, and back down to the basement where she got into the car. She was pleasantly surprised that this time she was allowed to get in the back seat instead of the trunk.

Once John got in next to her, he sank his hand into her afro, and pulled Hole down onto the floor, making her lie on her back. He rested his booted feet on her body, pressing her down uncomfortably into her arms and hands that were underneath her lower back.

One second everything was fine. Uncomfortable and unusual, but fine. The next second the last vestiges of the calming narcotics wore off and panic came rushing back.

'MMMMM!' - she tried screaming through the gag in her mouth. She tried moving, but John just increased the pressure he was applying with his feet, the treads of his heavy boots pushing into her flesh.

He leaned down and looked her in the eyes. 'Told you it wouldn't last.', he growled.

He grabbed her hair again and lifted her head off the floor, then smashed it right back down.

Once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five.

Each time the back of her head smacked against the floor with more and more speed. More and more pain.

After the twelfth time, she was seeing double.

'Now shush, I've got an important call to make.'

The thirteenth time made her pass out.

Hole opened her eyes, the world slowly swimming back into focus.

She still had the gag in her mouth and her hands were still cuffed. She was sitting in a chair.

She was in an undecorated meeting room, at the head of a metal table. The walls were painted a sickly yellow, the only exit a metal door. No windows.

To her left she saw John, looking at her. Across from her **** sat a balding, overweight man in an ugly beige shirt. His hands folded in front of him on the table, heavy golden rings adorning his fingers. He, too, was looking at Hole, his bushy moustache lifting as he smiled, flashing yellow teeth.

'She's awake.'

'No shit, Sherlock.'

'Good of you to join us, Miss Hole. Can you hear me? Do you understand me?'

Still dazed, Hole nodded, nonetheless.

'Mr Doe was just explaining to me why he brought you here and let me tell you, I'm very impressed by his generous offer!'

'MMMMM!' - she tried screaming again, but the gag muffled her voice. She made to stand up, but John's arm shot out and grabbed her shoulder, pushing her back down.

'Don't even think about it. I'm going to cut a fucking swastika into your forehead with a rusty blade if you don't stop squirming, you fucking cunt.' - John's voice was calm but menacing. Hole was sure he meant every word. She stopped and kept looking left to right at the two men.

The stranger spoke to her. 'My name is Ryan Longston, and I am the warden of this beautiful facility. You might know it as the Sunnydale Correctional Centre, or Sunnymax, as the kids call it.'

This made her jump. The fear of John was overridden in her mind as the unthinkable came to pass: she was in the same place as Uncle Rico!

As she rose out of her chair, John gave her a huge backhanded slap across the right cheek. It made her topple backwards, taking the chair with her. She landed on her back with a clang and pain exploded across her back and shoulders.

Roughly, she was hoisted back up by the two men, her chair put back in place and made to sit again. She started crying, quietly, sniffing, trying to get air in through her nose, since her mouth was not an option.

John seemed annoyed. 'Fucking hell! Triggered much?'

'Please, continue', he said to the warden.

'It has been explained to me that you have a relative here, your mother's older brother. A certain Rico Menendez. He's serving life here. Is that correct?'

Teary-eyed, Hole nodded.

'Now, as per Mr Doe's instructions, you will also be kept in this facility forever, which, I'm assured, serves his own sexual gratification. I don't quite get how that works, but hey, it's 2030. I'm not gonna kink-shame.'

'Obviously, we're not just going to chuck you in a cell. This is a male facility, after all. We are going to keep you in the shared area for the general population, and you will be used as a sort of comfort-woman, if you will. Mr Doe wants you to be repeatedly **** by any inmate in any way they feel like. Now, these are hardened criminals who haven't touched a woman, in some cases, for several decades. I fully expect you to be violated pretty much constantly, except for the night time, when all these monsters are back in their cells...'

John interrupted. 'I'm thinking, wouldn't it be good to let the wardens have a go when the inmates are locked away?'

'Well, the inmates are one thing, but the staff, they're regular people with families, I'm not sure they would want to...'

'You'd be surprised. Just give them the green light and I bet you there will be plenty of takers. And not just the men.'

'Sure, why not? I'll add it to the instructions before I send the email around. Anyway, Miss Hole, as I was saying, Mr Menendez is a customer of ours and Mr Doe here thinks it would be best if he had first dibs.'

Hole's eyes bulged in shock, and more tears streamed down her face, soaking into the rag tied around her head.

'As much of a brute he is, we didn't think he'd be too keen to fuck a relative, so we are going to trick him.'

There was a knock on the door. The head warden looked up.

'Oh, it's here! Wheel it in!' - he shouted.

The door opened and a prison guard walked in, pushing something that looked like a hospital gurney. It had two metal rods sticking out at an angle at its foot, ending in stirrups.

'Mr Doe is nothing if not a great planner' - the warden said. 'He had this delivered just before he sat down with me to explain his vision for your personal hell. Seems like he was rather confident he'd convince me.'

A few minutes later, Hole was staring at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling as she was wheeled along the corridors of the prison complex. Her legs were parted, each heel fastened to a stirrup on each side, held tight with wide, thick leather strips. They **** her to bend her knees, making her pussy and asshole stick out in front, with the help of her crotchless pants.

There was no way for her to see where they were taking her, as a screen was draped across the gurney, approximately at the height of her belly button, just as if she was giving birth.

What made her gurney different from the ones she was in when she was at her gyno, were the rods on the head end. Her arms were bent at the elbow, her palms looking upwards, wrists trapped by another pair of leather straps.

They didn't remove her gag, so she was still prevented from protesting. Not that she would have made much noise at this point: she was borderline in shock, barely understanding what was happening to her. Understanding enough to be terrified to her core, though.

Soon, she found herself in another room. John's face entered her field of vision. He winked as he held his index finger in front of his lips. She wouldn't have been able to make much noise, anyway.

There was a minute of clanging noises, mumbled conversation and the sound of a door opening.

The next voice she heard was that of Uncle Rico and her blood ran cold.

'What is this? Is that...'

'Yes, Rico, that's a vagina. Attached to a woman.' - the warden's voice. Hole was unsure if John was still in the room.

'Why...' - Rico's voice trailed off.

'We're making some changes in the facility. It's a pilot program we hope will reduce **** in prisons. You are lucky enough to have been picked randomly to test drive this twenty-something pussy. Then we'll unleash all your fellow customers on it, but no sloppy seconds for you. Unless you want some more later.'

'This is entrapment, there's no way this is legal. Why do you want to add to my sentence? I'm never getting out, anyway.'

'You just answered your own question, Menendez. There is clearly nothing we can achieve in regards to your fate. So clearly I'm not joking. No trap. Just pussy. Not a virgin, but fresh. Not willing, but there's lube in that little bottle hanging next to its foot.'

'Her.'

'What?'

'Her foot. You keep saying "it".'

'Oh yeah, it's part of the instructions we had from...the Ministry. Makes it more impersonal.'

'Did she volunteer? You said she was unwilling. How can the government do this?'

'For fuck's sake, Menendez, did you get a law degree in prison or what? What do you care? You've been in for over a decade. You are never seeing the outside world again until you die. You are now standing in front of a fragrant, shaved pussy of a young black girl, and you have my blessing to fuck the shit out of it. So stop asking questions and get fucking! Two rules only: don't hurt it to disfigurement and stay on your side of the screen. It's shy. Give it some privacy.'

'Are you staying in the room?'

'No, but me and a few officers are in the next room over, watching you on CCTV. Safety and all that.'

'Uh, ok, then. I will.'

'You will what?'

'I will fuck her.'

'Incorrect.'

'I will fuck it.'

'That's the spirit! Enjoy!'

Another bang of a steel door, then silence. Minutes going by. To Hole, they felt like hours.

Uncle Rico, a few feet from her, hidden behind the screen, clearing his throat.

He finally spoke: 'I...I'm sorry, I...you volunteered, right?'

Speakers built into the ceiling gave a crackling sound as the intercom was turned on and the warden's distorted voice reverberated around the unfurnished room. 'You're not on a first date, Menendez, just get down to business already before I change my mind and get someone else in here!'

'OK, already! Fuck!' - Rico shouted back.

No answer came.

The next sound Hole heard was that of a zipper being pulled down.

She squealed, shut her eyes and felt tears run down the sides of her face, dripping into her ears.

'I'm sorry, Miss.'

Cold lube was rubbed against her opening and lhabia. She shivered from the cold and with disgust.

Her very own uncle's cockhead rubbed against her. She cried again as memories came, of Uncle Rico buying her ice cream, picking her up from school, giving her a birthday present (that year it was a drone), taking her to the zoo...

Then an erect cock was shoved into her and the memories were tarnished forever.