Dinner

How long are you in that cell? Long enough for your arms to ache, certainly. The cuffs are leathery, but reflect the light. Probably ruanite. Dammit! You were planning on negotiating for their ruanite technology. Feebly you kick out, squirm, struggle, but it’s no good. You’re tether is so tight, your cheek is pressed in the floor. All you can really do is spin around the room.

Eventually a guard does check on you, although it’s not the relief you were expecting. They carry a back pack from which a long tube extends, ending in a phallic like end. It’s purpose is soon clear. The amazonian caretaker grabs you by your chin and pulls you closer. The gag morphs in your mouth, forming a ring.

“Ahhh~~ pweash leh meh-GACK!” The tube is **** down your mouth. Quickly a tasteless liquid sludge is **** into your mouth.

“Swallow prisoner.” Not realizing what's about to happen, you gag and then cough up the liquid as more and more oozes into your mouth, spilling spittle and gunk out onto the floor. The follow up is immediate. Spasms shoot through you as the shock collar activates, punishing you for your wasted meal.

“I said swallow.” Roughly the guard grabs your hair and forces it back inside your mouth, and yet she sounds bored, as if you’re really, really not worth her time. This time you obey, swallowing every last drop. Although tasteless, it’s texture is like glue, and it sticks in your stomach. Only now do you appreciate how hungry you actually were, and in spite of the humiliating delivery, it is nice to have a full belly. With that, she moves on, your gag morphing back into a ball. The only small mercy is that she loosened your tether, so now you can at least sit up and watch her repeat the process with another victim directly across from you. A brunette woman… no wait. As this one crawls onto her knees, you see the chastity cage. A sissy. You shudder. What the hell kind of place is this?

More time passes. You watch the prison. Black clad guards ferry naked and restrained prisoners too and fro. None are given even the illusion of freedom or hope. All are ruthlessly manhandled along, the guards being liberal with their use of shocks to motivate the unlucky incarcerated. Something about the way the women here take charge and put people in their place-

Why are you erect?

Looking down awkwardly you gulp. What the hell was wrong with you? Twisting, you try to hide your shame from the guards and fellow prisoners, but there isn’t exactly an angle you can hide in, tied as you are. Fuck, you’re not a little hard, you’re REALLY hard. You haven’t been this hard since you were a teenager. It feels like you could fuck right through the transparisteel your so hard. Looking through it, you see the sissy prisoner. She’s lying on her side, sleeping, exposing her ass to you. You can just imagine drilling your cock into her….

No! You need to be thinking about getting the fuck out of here! You squirm and struggle, try to think of how to get in touch with a lawyer, one NOT associated with the company. Anything to take your mind off that stupid dick of yours. But it’s no use. Now that you’ve realized it, you can’t stop thinking about it. Thinking about all these bound prisoners in here with you… You should be out there! Fucking them! Not stuck in here with an increasingly aching boner.

And yet you are here. And your cock only seems to be getting harder. Pre is leaking from it now, and you don’t know why. You need to fuck something. Why is there nothing here to fuck? Unbidden you moan and start thrashing about. What is happening to you!?

But your little outbursts earns you nothing. Not even the attention of the guards nor your fellow inmates. You’re left there, all alone. How long? Long enough to get tired and eventually sleep. But not long enough for your erection to subside….