Clanker's Big Day

Fairmouth Penitentiary was too much of a seedy place for such things as “schedules” and “plans”, and corruption would ensure Cumslut and her “sisters” were disturbed shortly after their arrival.

Despite the secrecy of the program, and in truth the identities of those selected had been kept secret, the arrival of the flesh machines was nonetheless an expected event for many prisoners, and for only a few bills in the right pocket, the prisoners could take a short trip to inventory (under strict watch, of course) to have a little fun with the girls.

The first to “open his presents”, as Officer Porter sarcastically called it, was Robert Clanton, or “Clanker” as he was known; a not-too-bright man who gained his nickname after toppling down a large stack of metal trays and making a mess in the cafeteria on his first day at Fairmount.

He had been serving as staff in the kitchen for seven years now, about as long as he had been at Fairmount, and about as long as he had last touched a woman. But he was inoffensive enough, even gaining the liking of some of the guards around the prison for his helpful disposition, and now gaining the right to be the first to claim one of the girls for himself thanks to that.

Officer Porter guided the tall, chubby prisoner to inventory under the guise of cleaning, locked the door behind them, and walked up to the four large boxes standing near the doorway.

“Ok, Bozo. We got about thirty minutes so let’s hurry this up.”

“You can’t touch that one.” Said Officer Porter, pointing to the second box in a row of four “That one’s into piss, and I ain’t havin’ you piss all over the room. But the other three are fair game.”

“I think that one over there likes it up the ass, that one there sucks cocks, and that one… Uh…" Remembering something suddenly, Porter pretended to think for a split second, and then said "I don’t remember what that one does either… “ “Better don’t touch that one either, actually.”

“Ass girl or blowjob girl. What is it gonna be?”

Clanton’s mind took a minute to process what was being said to him, and then proceeded to run wild with images of beautiful women sucking his cock and then being taken doggy style like bitches in heat. A tent formed in Clanker’s pants as he grinned stupidly, looking at nothing in particular.

Officer Porter was starting to lose what little patience he could muster.

“Just pick one already, you damn retard!”

Being taken out of his stupor, Clanker blinked a few times, then looked at Officer Porter with a dumbfounded expression, finding in the man’s face much annoyance and a little anger. He turned to the crates once again and without much thinking, as he did most things, he walked up to the closest one and patted it with his big hand.

“This one, I want this one.”

Officer Porter didn’t reply, and without losing the annoyance on his face, walked up to the human-sized crate. The wood of the crate looked solid, but Officer Porter opened a small secret door on one side of the crate with little effort, exposing an equally-small console barely large enough to fit a keyboard with the numbers 0 to 9, a small red button and a finger-sized plastic rectangle.

He set his thumb on the rectangle and it lit up with a red light immediately, after which he introduced a five digit combination. A few seconds passed, and then a large section of the crate moved rightward, completely obscuring the neighboring crate, and exposing to both men in the room the prize inside it.

“S-she’s really pretty, Porter!” Clanker said, unable to take his eyes off his “present”.