You adjust to your new life

Letting yourself get fucked almost twenty four seven is hard at first, you want to kick and scream and try to fight your way out. But you know resistance is futile, you see the results of that two weeks into your imprisonment.

One day, the first 'off' day you receive, you hear screaming outside your window. You rush to see what is happening, hoping against hope that it would be the guards screaming as rescue comes. But you realize it's two boys, not much older than you. And you watch as the guards violate them, loudly proclaiming that this is what happens to troublemakers. After they finish, the boys are left in a puddle of blood and semen before being dragged off to their rooms once more.

After seeing that show, you begin to feel the urge to fight lessen. You still hope for escape, but you've seen what could happen if you fought too hard. And, as time passes, you start to enjoy being fucked everyday, all day. It hits you hard on your third day off, your mind stuck on the thought of getting plowed.

Along with your growing desire for cock, you start to gain little freedoms. It starts with some extra food in your fridge and shelves, then you get some new clothes. Next you get a few extra channels on the T.V. After a few more weeks of good behavior, and a positive pregnancy test, you are allowed to join the other bottoms on the day where you're free to roam the complex. You're talking to a few Americans, finding out how they ended up here, when you are approached by a bottom.