This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
May - 2032, Loosahatchie River Detention Center
Yuki had settled into a routine at the LRDC. It was Cunts on Cocks at every meal, a special bench at the back of the dining area specifically installed for the prostitute training program. There were singles and doubles ranging in size from micropenis to sizes beyond the average male. She preferred to get mounted on an above average, single penetration phallus, but she did not get to choose most days. Each one vibrated at different speeds depending on how many inmates were moving around in the room. She knew they were connected to sensors somewhere. Any whore-in-training who failed to reach orgasm before a meal was over was to be punished.
The pressure to perform had kept Yuki from reaching that goal frequently, so she was punished often. She was just reaching the training stage where the anticipation of punishment was helping her cum on the bench. Once she could reliably orgasm at mealtime, she was going to move on to orgasming during her work periods as well. Since she was currently assigned light work detail in the discipline inspection department, it would be an easy transition. She was already in charge of sorting all the punishment dildos by size and condition.
She had four instructors keeping track of her progress and each one of them had different goals for the unskilled whores. Guard Tasha, a muscular but compact blonde woman with B-cups straining her uniform, was most concerned that her whores be wet and ready at all times. Most days, she wore a purple strap-on during her shift and she was generous in applying it to any of the fifteen women currently in the program. She rarely used any double-ended cocks, telling each girl that this was for their training, not her pleasure. But she was always smiling when fucking them.
Guard Hannah was mainly focused on each of them remaining obedient and submissive to their betters. Prison whores were not the lowest of the low but they were not the most valuable either. It was Hannah who was in charge of pimping them out to other divisions of the Detention Center. She also was authorized to pimp them outside the Center as well. Girls frequently went absent, sometimes for weeks at a time. They would return with wild stories of orgies and parties, or being held in captivity as a glory hole. Or sometimes they were just the stress relief for a division of the Center. Hannah was always sure they felt owned.
Guard Maria, a dark-red haired Hispanic who was in charge of punishments and discipline, was the only one with a nickname. Merciful Maria. Because all of them had cried out for mercy at least once during her sessions with them. She was a fiery tempered Latina with what many considered a perfect figure on her 5'5" frame. The uniform she had to wear, with its drab tan color, could not hide her attractiveness. No one looked forward to her training sessions. She used discipline masks frequently along with heavy bondage.
Guard Lori wanted her whores trained properly in decorum and dress. It was important to maintain the correct movements when street-walking, she always instructed. They had to sway their hips correctly. They had to advertise what they were selling at all times. They had to always be thankful and appreciative even if they were being abused. They were only whores, after all. Their fashion choices had to reflect who they were and what they were used for. They were required to create an outfit to hook in from the discards of new inmates, so they had something to wear upon release. The short haired black woman loved to spank their asses and smack their faces. The inmates knew when Lori was in charge for the day because all of the whores had deep red handprints on all their cheeks.
June 22, 2032 - Loosahatchie River Detention Center
Yuki would never forget June 22, 2032. She knew the date because the Detention Center was moving from its winter clothes over to its summer clothes. She had not been assigned any outside work details yet, so she had no uniforms of her own to exchange. She just had the cupless bralette like all the other inmates wore as their daily underwear.
She had gotten used to having her breasts exposed by the garment. Her trainers would say that prisoner's breasts should always be available for punishment. Because hers were so small, they often reminded her, she should be grateful they could not punish her for as long. The guards always found reasons to punish breasts.
Yuki had been in her usual work area after breakfast, grinding on a phallus attached to her seat, while she sorted through used dildos from the day before. She set aside all the ones with teeth marks for Victoria, a fellow whore-in-training, to examine more closely for cleaning or discarding. She had just dumped a batch into a cleaning solution bucket when Guard Lori announced to them that there had been a fresh batch of intakes this morning. Every whore-in-training got excited at the news. It meant more clothing scraps for them to work on their release outfits!
Guard Lori wanted every one of her whores to have an outfit ready to wear at the end of their mandatory sentence, even if they were not paroled. Yuki still had 19 months to go to complete hers but three of the girls were quickly approaching their possible release dates. There was a lot of competition for the largest intact pieces of fabric. One of the girls was trying to put together a dress that was entirely blue. It looked so trashy and slutty with so many different shades and pieces, but right now it was indecent as it was missing a covering for the right tit.
The other two had barely gotten halfway done with their required covering, having assembled micro-skirts so far.. Yuki had only an idea and a few square inches of pink and red satins. It had taken her weeks to beg and barter for even that little bit. She had sewn the scraps together by hand with threads she had saved from other garments. It was not much, but she was proud of it. She was delighted when she saw the huge pile of clothing when it was brought in a few minutes later.
It was impossible to tell how many new inmates had arrived from the pile, but it was a lot. Yuki could count at least a dozen shredded panties on top of the pile. They were usually the last thing removed, so that made sense. She reminded herself that not all women wore panties, especially those who came here through the Courts. She still kept the tiny scrap of pink cotton that used to be her own pussy covering. She had tried to part with it several times but it reminded her of better days.
She could not help but immediately imagine rows of nude women stripped and lined up, fresh tattoos written across them. The pounding of the fire hose, the burn of the delousing powder, all under the express command of the Warden. She wished she could be there to hear the woman's instructions. And to view all the fresh meat coming in. The thoughts made her pussy throb.
Yuki still made avoidable mistakes from time to time because she had missed those vital instructions. She knew it was not really her fault for missing the Warden's words, but she felt bad when she thought about it. It had taken several days after her punishment mask had been removed before she realized that it had helped her greatly. The weight had built up her neck and she could throat a cock better than ever before. She smiled at that thought. She had even impressed Guard Tasha the first time she throated Yuki.
She was dripping wet and heavily aroused as she walked over to the bin of ripped and torn clothes. She fingered herself to an orgasm as she sorted through the assortment of fabrics, thinking of all the bare pussy they used to protect and cover. Guard Tasha was suddenly behind her and lubed up her strap-on with Yuki's girl-cum before spearing her asshole. After mounting her, Guard Tasha simply held her in place on the fake cock while she whispered promised punishments into her ear. Yuki knew most of it was just talk, like removing her nipples or telling the Warden to extend her sentence. But when the guard talked about giving her over to the Chinese gang leader Li-Li, it really scared the poor prisoner.
Yuki begged and pleaded, partly because that was the game Guard Tasha wanted to play and partly out of real fear. Li-Li and her gang really would do something terrible to her. One of the other girls in training was Chinese but not part of Li-Li's gang. Mei often recounted the threats Li-Li made and showed up with marks that were not from the guards. They said it would stop if she delivered Yuki to them.
She tried to concentrate on the scraps in front of her. Torn shirts, strips of wool that might have been jackets or skirts. Gray fluff that could have been an expensive sweater. Some items smelled like perfume. Vanilla was the main note. A splash of shiny red caught her attention. She bent forward to retrieve it and Guard Tasha started to jack-hammer into her, holding her hips. Her fingers curled into the red fabric and she clawed it back to her chest to confirm it was the satin she was looking for.
The women had to act fast for their scraps. This pile was headed to the incinerator right after they were given the chance to select some fabric to work with. Each girl was allowed two handfuls of whatever they wanted. After the pile was burned, they had to give up one of the handfuls to the trainers in appreciation for letting them have some nice clothes. That pile would also be burned, but in front of them, for luck.
Yuki randomly reached out for her second fist of fabrics, her sacrifice hand as she called it. Guard Tasha suddenly withdrew from her asshole after wiggling her way as far into the tiny girl as she could. A resounding pop bounced around the room, making nearly all of them laugh or giggle. Except Yuki. She was in the throes of her first anal-only orgasm and she barely held on to those two valuable fists of scraps.
When she calmed down, Mei helped her to her feet and Yuki looked at her prizes. The flash of red was just the type of satin she was looking for. It was an irregular shape and she could not figure out what it came from originally. There was a rubberized waistband in her hand with it. The other hand held white lace with a red ribbon woven through it and a few strips of wool and cotton. She had thought she grabbed more than this pitiful amount, but she would make it work.
