First Night

Razor dragged you by the leash through the overcrowded cell block like a dog. Dozens of futa prisoners emerged from their cells, eyes gleaming with vicious hunger. Word had already spread — fresh meat had arrived.

"Line up, ladies," Razor announced loudly. "New prison urinal is open for business!"

You tried to fight back one last time, thrashing against the chains.

"I’m not your fucking toy! Let me go!" you screamed, voice cracking.

A heavy boot slammed into your stomach. You crumpled to the floor, gasping for air. Another futa — a tall, bald woman with massive arms — grabbed your hair and forced your face against the filthy concrete.

"You still don’t get it, do you, princess?" she growled. "You’re at the very bottom now. Lower than shit."

What followed was pure chaos.

More than twenty futas surrounded you in the middle of the common area. There was no privacy. No mercy. Just a sea of hard, throbbing cocks of all shapes and sizes, most of them unwashed after a long day.

They started with your mouth.

Razor shoved her thick, smegma-covered cock back down your throat while another futa forced your ass open again. The spiked chastity cage dug painfully into your soft flesh every time your body twitched or tried to get hard. The urethral sound burned deep inside your cock with every movement, a constant, cruel reminder of your new status.

"Suck it clean, bitch. That’s your dinner tonight," Razor laughed, face-fucking you brutally.

They rotated constantly. Spit-roasted, choked, slapped, and spat on. One particularly sadistic futa made you rim her sweaty ass while another used your throat. The heavy musk and bitter taste of old smegma made you gag violently, but they only laughed and pushed deeper.

"Look at him crying while he licks my ass. Pathetic little femboy."

After the first wave came the real humiliation.

They dragged you to the corner of the block that served as the unofficial toilet area. One by one, futas stepped up and used your mouth for their post-work piss. The strong, acrid taste filled your mouth as you were forced to swallow again and again.

"Don’t spill a drop or we’ll beat your ass raw," one warned.

By the time the last one finished, your belly felt swollen and your mind was going numb.

Then came lunch hour — even though it was already late. They brought you a tray of the prison’s disgusting slop and made you crawl from table to table. Every single futa in the block took turns jerking off and shooting thick ropes of cum onto your food while you were forced to thank them.

"Thank you for seasoning my meal, Mistress…"

Your voice was hoarse and broken.

By the time the lights dimmed for the night, you were a cum-covered, shaking mess. Cum leaked from your ruined ass and mouth. Your face and hair were plastered with it. The chastity cage throbbed with pain.

Razor grabbed your leash again and pulled you into her cell.

"Tonight you’re mine, cumrag."

She threw you onto her small bunk and climbed on top of you. Her heavy body pressed you down as she slid her still-hard cock between your thighs, using your ruined hole one final time for the night. She fucked you slowly this time, almost possessively, while whispering in your ear:

"This is your life now. Every single day. Morning cock kisses, piss breakfast, cum-covered lunch, and a different futa’s cock to warm you at night. You’re never leaving this place as a free person."

You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight.

But all that came out was a weak, broken sob as she pumped another load deep inside you and pulled you tightly against her chest, using your body like a living body pillow.

The lights went out.

In the darkness of Futajail, surrounded by the heavy breathing of dozens of horny futas, you realized the horrible truth:

Your old life was gone forever.

You were now just the prison’s communal cumdump.