Amber goes to prison

Prison, spending a month in prison.

Amber is being put in jail for one month, she will be put in a cell with a dominant dyke that always make her cellmates a **** bitch.

Day 1:

“Intake.
The first thing that happened after went through the doors the inmates go through, I was stripped, search, thoroughly by a sleazy guard. Then I was registered as inmate 769, that would be my official name while being inside. My official form said that I was sent to this high security prison under suspicion of smuggling ****. So, I would stay for at least 31 days, and then I would either get continued temporary sentence, I could end up getting a conviction and a set sentence before the month was over, or more unlikely that I would be set free because of lack of evidence. But they said almost no one ever got released.

After the official papers were done, I was sent through a medical and to be fitted for my uniform. After I received the joke of a uniform I was presented to my cellmate. Lona. A tiny woman, but angry and scary. She did not use a lot of time to put me in my place. Making me her bottom bitch. I had been in the cell for 1 hour when I was on my back with her ass in my face. After I licked her to orgasm several times, she slapped me around until I cried myself to sleep.”

Day 3:

“My third day inside, I have been used and abused my cellmate at least 3 times each day since I got here, in addition to getting beaten by the guards and fondled by every other dyke prisoner here. I found one of the requirement to avoid getting dinged with more time on sentence is to provide the guards with sexual relief. So, I sucked 3 cocks today and gave 2 female guards a oral orgasm. After I came back to the cell, Lona beat me up and started demanding me to either put money in her account, which I have no access to, or I must start work for her.

So now I am officially a lesbian hooker in the prison. I was used as a plaything by 3 other inmates, that paid Lona for my company. I was worth 30 dollars for each visit. And she also kept offering me to the guards, told them that I would do anything for them if they paid her. So that is why the guards keep fucking me and getting me to suck them.”

Day 7:

“I have been properly used by most of the staff in the prison, I had sex with 18 male guards, most of them several time, and 6 female guards, several time. Today I sucked off the warden under his desk while he had a meeting with Lona. They agreed that it was money to make on me, more than what Lona had earned so far.

So, they agreed that I would be put in the room that connected the female and male part of the prison, and a guard on the male part would charge 25 dollars for each of the men that wanted a round with me. I would be on whore duty from 8am until midnight, they felt that 16-hour shifts as a whore was something I deserved. And rest of my time I was pleasuring Lona before she fell asleep, or a guard when they had the need.”

After the deal with the warden was done, he demanded a threesome with Lona and me, and I had **** in the matter while Lola accepted that she might fuck this man for money earning opportunity.

Day 8:

“I was painting and sweating, I had this fat old geezer on top of me, luckily it did not go long before he emptied himself into me. This was the 6th man today, and I had only been in the fucking room for a couple hours, which meant I had at 14 hours left.

By the time the guard came and got me to deliver me back to Lona`s cell after the first night of being a hooker for the Male part of the prison, I had fucked 81 men. It was around 5 each hour. Because it was a long time since most of these guys had fucked or seen a hot chick like me, they usually blew they load after 5 minutes. And there was no cuddling or relaxing. So, I had made 2025 dollars for Lona and the warden to split. She smiled when I returned. You are my little golden goose. She told me.”

Day 15:

“I had been inside for almost two weeks now, been an active hooker for one week. And this day, I had smashed all records from before. I truly was being pulled a train on it felt like. I had a cock in my cunt, ass or mouth every second from when I walked into the fuck room and until I was picked up after 16 hours. I had average 9 guys each hour and had ended the night with 144 paying customers. I had made them 3600 dollars to split in one day.

I was starting to become completely cum addicted, after a while I first started to hate it, feeling destroyed for each new customer but it changed the farther into the numbers I got, I started to develop a lust for it, a fix for it. While other people used **** in the prison, my **** started to become sex, to the sheer joy of both the staff, the warden, then male prison part and Lona.”

Day 20:

“Nothing had changed, still being fucked for 16 hours each day, and still being extremely effective. One of the guards that was my gatekeeper told me that in the male side of the prison it was 2100 inmates, and they estimated I had fucked my way through at least 800 hundred of them, of course many of them multiple times. I was doing little other things than fucking anymore, often they did not bother to bring me back to the cell during the nights. Just locked me in the fuck room.

Everyone knew what was going on, but no one cared, if any they saw it as a good thing. People were behaving themselves better, the prison just ran more smoothly. And I was completely being abused as a whore and those nights I went back to the cell I spend hours giving Lona head or rimming before falling asleep between her thighs.”

Day 30:

“I was told it was my last day as a whore. So as the completely broken slut I was, I did go all in, trying to take my record. I was airtight several times and I was always fucking at least one guy, I even managed to work overtime. Since everyone knew this was my last day, it was a constant line outside the door, and I refused to stop until everyone was serviced. I finished with my last customer at 4 in the morning, at that time I was so tired that I was asleep before the last customer left the room.

I had achieved 201 customers, earning 5025 dollars. It was smashing every record ever set.”

Day 31:

“When I woke up, I was back in Lona cell, and she had two big surprises for me. The first was something I was receiving immediately. It was a prison tattoo above my mound with 3 different numbers:

• 3013 – 1669 – 75 325.

It was my number of customers, my number of different customers, and money made in dollars.

After they were informed that I would be released tonight, they talked about making a charge that they would stick on me, forcing me to stay inside and make them money. But they had agreed that the respect they had for my earnings so far was something that I deserved freedom for. And I had to say yes to the two next demands as well.

The first one was that I would visit twice each month if Lona was inside to have a full day in the fuck room, earning them money. And Lona had 15 months left in her sentence. So, it would be 30 visits that would earn then north of 100 000 dollars.

The second demand was what was happening next. I would marry Lona, and this was not just a prison marriage, this was legal, they had gotten marriage licenses and a wedding dress.

After I agreed, not like I had a choice unless I wanted to stay inside indefinitely. So, I did the only thing I could, agreed to the terms. And I was surprised when I saw Dad, Anna and Li standing next to my part of the altar in the prison church. Dad was looking a bit judgmental while Anna and Li looked happy for me.

So, when the wedding was over and we consummated the union, then you guys picked me up as you know and drove me home. And this morning I finished the diary before ending my time in prison. For now, at least. “