Walk away proudly.

It's hard to tear yourself away, but you promise yourself you'll suck a nice hard cock soon enough, but on your own terms. You are a little worried you won't be allowed to leave, but the crowd parts almost respectfully for you.

"Thanks for the hole, bitch." "You got a lot of sand for a sissy." "Hey, slag, I guess I won't **** you after all." Well, ALMOST almost respectfully, but it's better than nothing.

The rest of the day is nail bitingly boring. You are constantly on edge, but nothing happens. You are assigned to the mail room, and its pure drudgery opening mail and searching for contraband. This seems to be the one place the guards do pay attention, probably looking for a cut on any smuggled goods. You scheme of ways to worm your way into this scam, but for now it's boring busywork.

You spend most of the rest of the day bored out of your mind in your cell. You wish your cellmate, Elijah, wasn't such a possessive sort, because you could really use a no strings attached fuck buddy. Maybe when you have enough rep and friends that he knows you don't need his protection you can fool around, but until then it's boredom and blue balls.

Dinner at least provides a break in the monotony. Erin invites you to sit at the sissies table. None of them seem to have banded together for anything more helpful than sharing panties, make up, and sob stories. Almost all belong to someone or some gang, and the rare unaffiliated, like Erin, are constantly on their knees. You think of ways to bring them together, but put it on the back burner to share spurt stories. You tone yours down, but you can tell they smell the bitch on you.

Now things have taken an interesting, if terrifying turn. You came to the showers with your new sissy "friends" but you soon find yourself alone as they peel away with their Daddies, gangs, or just looking after themselves and not wanting to get drawn into any undue attention the fresh meat attracts. And boy oh boy, do you attract attention. You walk past row after row of rising cocks and ravenous glares. Of course your body betrays you, your ass sways and your puffy nipples harden and your clit throbs and drools.

The only shower open is in the dark, back corner. You know something horrible is about to happen, but you have no clue how to prevent it. The warm water hits your tense, tired muscles and you desperately want to relax, but you know you must be ready to...do something at a moment's notice. You hear heavy footsteps and heavier breathing and you realize the moment has come.

"Hey, bitch, you might act tough but we can all tell you need the dick. And we're just the friendly fellas to give it to you." You turn and see a round, but not soft looking dark skinned man smiling ear to ear...it is not a friendly smile. He is joined by a lanky Latino with a scraggly beard and meth teeth and a almost albino white cut looking shrimp. You don't want to get **** by this 80s movie gang rejects, your reputation would never survive the blow. Then again, their cocks are the only thing impressive about them and you are jonesing HARD. A crazy idea comes to you, crazy enough to fail horribly. But it's the only idea you have...