Prisoner Exchange

"I've been sent to the wrong facility," Fiona said. "I should have been sent to a women's prison."

Warden Cole looked at the stack of papers on his desk. When he looked up at Fiona, there was something dark and dangerous in his gaze that made her uncomfortable. This was a man used to dealing with the very worst kinds of men, violent, deadly, unrestrained by any morality. Fiona shuddered even thinking about the type of hardened men that were only a cement wall away.

"Have you done any time yet at all, Miss Driscoll?" Cole asked.

Fiona shook her head, "No, just a few days in a local jail during trial. I've never been I jail before and never been in any trouble."

"But the jury found you guilty of..." Cole looked back at his stack of papers.

"Dealing drugs... which is ridiculous... I've never even smoked a joint."

Cole reviewed the sentencing documents, "And that was for... A hundred fentanyl tablets? You planned to roofie the entire state?"

"Those weren't mine. They were planted..." Fiona saw the dubious look in Cole's eyes. "I know you probably hear this all the time, but I swear..."

"Jury said otherwise."

"It just isn't fair, none of this makes any sense," she sobbed. She wanted to cry, but in the last few weeks, she'd cried out everything. There simply were no more tears left.

Cole leaned back in the battered chair, looking across his cheap metal desk. There were no knick-knacks on it, nothing to fill the flat plateau of its surface. The only things on the desk were Fiona's packet containing all the details of her arrest, trial and incarceration plans.

"So the cops just came into your house and planted drugs?"

"No... It was Judge Roland..." she started, but was interrupted.

"Who you filed a motion to recuse on during the trial?"

"Yes! He propositioned me before all this. He knew my parents, and he knew me since I was a little girl. Just turned out to be a gross old man. He told me a month ago the day would come when I'd be happy to suck his cock."

"So, this is all a conspiracy?" Cole said as he stood up and started cleaning his glasses.

Fiona didn't say anything. She knew how absurd it all sounded. Things like this didn't happen in the US. Defeated, she asked, "What does any of this have to do with me being at the wrong prison? I need to go to Laurel Hendrix Rehabilitation Center..."

The heavy wooden door behind her banged open. Turning, Fiona watched as three rough men in prison overalls sauntered in. They looked as if they were used to having free rein. Worse still, they looked frightening, like the violent type of men who wouldn't think twice about shooting or cutting someone. She turned back to the Warden, her eyes wide with alarm.

"Prisoner Driscoll, Fiona if you prefer... I'd like you to meet some of the trustees of this prison. And you're right, it is a prison for men."

"What's..." was all that Fiona could get out when she felt three sets of rough hands grab her.

Instinctively, she jumped and tried to get away, but these were men used to fights, used to violence, and very much used to hurting others. Hand-like steel cuffs grabbed her limbs, pulling her apart and throwing her down across the desk. She gasped as they quickly flipped her around so that she was on her back. With each effort to scream or cry out, someone hit her in the sides, back, and stomach, knocking her voice and breath away.

The trustees fanned out around the desk, dragging her with them. She was pulled like a wishbone, hands gripping wrists and ankles. One of the trustees had thick calloused fingers wrapped around her throat, making it impossible to draw breath or speak at all. The warden watched all this from the corner as he put his glasses back on.

Vile smiles from the three prisoners look down at her. The one at her ankles yanked her hard and she went sliding across the desk until her ass was hanging off the edge. Another held her arms pinned over her head, pressing them down painfully against the desk edge. The one holding her throat let go, his hands moving down to her button-up blouse.

Rough fingers slipped into her top and, with a quick yank, tore her blouse open. She screamed, but he just punched her in the stomach, making her want to wretch and killing her cry. He quickly tore her pants open, which were then ripped down her legs.

This was a new degradation. She'd been strip searched, probed, checked for live and vermin, endured nights sleeping in a cell and pissing in front of others. Having her clothes ripped away under the leering eyes of men she couldn't hope to fight overwhelmed her. She sobbed, but no tears came.

The prisoner holding her legs offered one to the man who'd just ripped her clothes away. She could do nothing as each of them pulled her legs apart. Only a pair of white lacey panties and her bra remained to salvage any modesty she had left. She could feel these men's eyes on her body and knew that the wispy garments would do little to protect her any further. If they wanted to tear them away, too, there was little she could do.

Cole stepped between the two men at her legs, walking right up into her thighs. Fiona could only watch in horror and disgust as he reached down to trace the top of her panties.

"Let me ask you something, Miss Driscoll..." Cole said as his fingers moved along the edge of the lacy garment. Fiona's tummy convulsed, wanting as far away from the violating touch as possible. "How much do you know about balls?"

Fiona shook her head, unable to even fathom the question he was asking, "What? Balls?..."

"Testicles. Do you know how they work?"

"What?..."

"Obviously not. Let me educate you. A man can hold about three shots' worth of sperm in his balls. Any more than that sort of overflows... The body reabsorbs some of the excess sperm, but men who don't experience release can experience discomfort. I'm sure you've heard the term 'blue balls' before? Doesn't matter. Some believe this excess sperm can cause discomfort and can lead to aggression and hypertension. And let's face it, a man is at his most girly right after blasting a loud. Almost docile."

Fiona listened in horror, barely comprehending what was being said. Her whole chest froze, however, when she watched the warden pull a switchblade from a pocket. With a flick, there was a long, wicked blade. She watched as he leaned forward and slid it under the center gore of her bra. The tiny bridge was the only thing holding the cups together.

He yanked back, and the bra loosened around her. Her breath could only be drawn in with short, stuttering gasps as the blade moved under one cup and flicked. The cup revealed a tit pressed against her chest by gravity. The men holding her down seemed to appreciate the warden's action a great deal. They all grunted and groaned in approval. The motion was repeated on her other breast, leaving her bare-chested under the gaze of the four men. Fiona was just happy not to have been cut.

As the knife point dragged down her stomach, Cole continued, "I've discovered that men without release are difficult at best to control, let alone contain. Most in here will... use any port in the storm... if you catch my drift. But they are most content and thus docile when a healthy dose of female hormones accompanies their release. Coat a man's cock in cunt juice as it were."

The blade slid along her belly, tracing the edge of her panties. She wanted to cry out for help, but who would come to her aid? She could only watch, shuddering in fear, as the sharp point travelled along her delicate skin. Finally, the blade slipped under the side wing, the thin strip of fabric connecting the back and front of her panties just over the hip. She knew what was coming next and wanted to bury her face in shame. Held spread-eagle, she could do nothing as the fabric parted easily. Before she could say anything, the warden did the same to the other side. Her pussy lay covered in lace held in place only by gravity.

"To make a long story short, I found that giving the prisoners release made them much easier to deal with while locked up. Sure, we tried it with whores, but when one gets used a little harder than they like, or slapped around too much, they start bitching and moaning to the authorities. I found, that having a cunt they can just use to hearts content without all that bother of bitching really was the perfect solution."

Cole set the knife down on the desk next to her hip. Fiona was relieved but only for a moment as he suddenly grabbed the ribbons of her panties and yanked them away. She cried out as the men laughed at her, all except Cole. He just continued looking at her with those hard eyes, giving her a lesson in prison etiquette.

As she quaked, she watched Cole unfasten and drop his pants. He wasted no time and grabbing his cock and pressing it against her. She could feel its length burning along her lips, his thighs pressed hard up into hers.

"Please..." she begged and was surprised to find that there were indeed some tears left.

"Don't worry Miss Driscoll, there's plenty of cock here. Several hundred, in fact, and you will sample each and every one of them." Cole said. He ground against her, and she could feel him getting hard with each thrust against her. He gripped himself like a spear and she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her. She pulled, trying to crawl away, but there was no yield.

"Trustees..." Cole said. Each one leaned down and spat on her. She'd never had a man spit on her pussy before, the act shocked her and she could only blink back tears as each did it in turn. She knew what was about to happen. She knew these men, including Cole, would not be gentle. The next few hours were going to hurt.

Once they were finished spitting Cole ground his cock against her again. This time, she could feel him sliding around easily on her lips. She wanted to beg again, do anything to make this not happen.

Cole gripped and positioned himself against her. She tensed. And he shoved himself in. As she cried, they laughed at her. She was nothing. Nothing but meat to them. A hole for release.

As Cole hammered away roughly inside her she realized, yes, yes indeed, she would be very happy right now sucking the judge's cock.