by Anal Al
Sara looked out the window bars of the van. Miles and miles of trees had
passed by for the past several hours. She had been sentenced 2 days ago
by a jury for felony cocaine possession with intent to distribute. "It's
easy money" her boyfriend had told her. She had to admit it was easier
than trying to make a living as a waitress, hooker, cleaning lady or
courier. That is until the bust. Now she was here with 14 other women
and 2 guards being transported to women's prison. They were going to a
place called Angola Women's Prison. It was deep in the backwoods of
Sara had heard stories for some of the repeat offenders that AWP was
affectionately called Always Water Packed. She had asked around but no
one would tell her why. ‘Virgin' was their most common response to her
queries. This being Sara's third offense for drugs she was now being
sent to prison for 9 years. Not that she was a junkie, she had only
tried the product once and decided that she wanted no part of it.
Although she enjoyed an occasional joint every now and then she pretty
much didn't mess with drugs. Not to say that she hadn't enjoyed the
lifestyle of a drug dealer.
At the end of the 3 hour ride from parish jail to the prison the van
passed through a checkpoint. There were the usual double fences with
dogs between and guard towers everywhere. An escape wasn't on her mind.
She would just serve her time and then quietly find some man to take
care of her. Currently 26 she figured she would keep herself in shape
until 35 without too much trouble so she could snag Mr. Sugar Daddy when
she got out.
Upon arrival at the prison the prisoners were led out, shackled two by
two, into the processing area. Here they were unshackled and made to
strip. The obligatory cavity search, lice spraying and shower followed.
Issued a simple dress, bra but no panties the prisoners were also issued
simple canvas shoes. Next the prisoners were led to the permanent
shackling area. Here they were fitted with heavy iron wrist and ankle
shackles and a matching iron collar. Each wrist piece weighed some 4
pounds and the ankle pieces weight 9 each. The collar was 12 pounds. So
each woman left weighing 38 pounds heavier. The restraint equipment was
mandatory and was bolted on with recessed hex set screws. No make-do
tools would get them off.
To discourage the shackles being used as a weapon the women were
informed that the consequences of fighting would be dealt with severely.
Any resultant death of another prisoner would buy the perpetrator an
automatic life sentence.
Sara was deposited into her cell. Another woman was on the bottom bunk.
Sara introduced herself and found out that the woman's name was Josie
and had been there for 6 months already on a 20 year sentence. She had
killed her husband and his lover and then accidentally killed the entire
neighbor family when she torched the house where her cheating mate had
been which caught the neighbors on fire too. Sara took the top bunk and
tried to get used to the shackles.
"No use in you fidgeting. Ain't gonna help girl. You will get used to
them soon enough." Josie said hearing Sara trying to get comfortable
with the iron.
"Josie, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure girl, don't go getting high on me with thems manners. Ask away,
not many secrets here."
"Why do they call this place always water packed?"
With a chuckle her new friend replied, "Cause you's always got a load of
water in you."
"What do you mean?'
"Haven't you ever had an enema?"
"Well, yes. I had one with both of my children. Had another one for a
stomach exam too." Sara said trying to make the connection.
"Well those's different. Them was little and you got to let them out."
"I don't understand."
"It's like this girl: Around here you get a butt full for just about
anything you do wrong and then any other time they feel like it. I've
got a full load right now."
"You're holding an enema!?!"
"Sure am honey. Had it for about 2 hours now. It quit hurting so bad
about an hour ago. Helps once you start peeing." Josie said.
"I don't understand."
"It hurts. It is punishment. Doesn't leave any marks either."
"The ones I have had hurt some but I wouldn't call them punishment. Then
again I didn't have to hold them two hours either." Sara said, beginning
to get worried.
"Try taking 3 quarts worth with some soap in it and you'll think
"Why did they do that to you?"
"Because I dawdled in the shower too long."
"Oh my God. They punish you for something like that? Did they just do it
to you there or what?"
"Course not. They took me to the room and filled me up. They don't go
around carrying bags or anything. They take you to a punishment room and
then strap you to the wall. You'll find out soon enough that them
shackles make for very quick work. Then they grease you with the tampax
and jet you. Slam a plug in and you're on your way. Takes less than five
minutes most times."
"Oh God. I've heard about butt plugs but never experienced one. One of
my tricks did me in the ass once and I hurt like hell for a week." Sara
"'bout the same the first few times."
"Oh God. Why don't you just take the plug out and let some out? They
don't measure what you let out do they?"
"No, course not sweetie. ‘cept there is no taking these plugs out. They
put one in you and it expands. You think you're gonna die the first time
one pops out inside of you. Feels like it is tearing you apart. It
expands inside and then locks. Only a guard with a key can take one out."
"You'll get used to it."
"How long do you have to hold it?"
"I got this one after 6 and before 10 so I'll be holding it all night."
"If you get one in the morning before lunch and you don't fuck up the
rest of the day they'll usually let it out after supper. Makes for a
great weight loser too. You'll see. Most girls here is skinny cause you
don't feel like eating with a gut full of water." Josie said.
"What happens if you already have one and mess up again?" Sara asked,
fearing the worst.
"Then you get more. The plugs contain a one way valve so they can add
more. Of course the second one usually contains just as much water and
usually has soap or something else in it. Usually the second one is it
since you are chained to the wall getting it for a while and can't fuck
up again other than cussing ‘em out."
"Why a while?"
"Because it takes much longer for the second bag to get in once you
already got a butt full riding you."
"Surely you'll cuss the guards the first few times just out of
"Of course then you'll get the gag too. You don't want that. Then they
have you plugged both ends and usually pump something into your stomach
from the top. Usually it is some stuff that gives you a bellyache. If
you're there long enough and give them enough of a fight they'll pump
your own piss down your throat."
"And it goes up from there. I've had a full gallon before and a whipping
including a bladder full of lemon juice. Hurts like hell and by the time
they finish with you all you want to do is curl up and be left alone."
"That is torture!"
"Sure it is but doesn't leave very many marks. Whipping of prisoners is
ok in this state. They usually stay to your butt and legs. Occasionally
they'll stray to your twat. Oh yeah before I forget. When you shave your
legs and underarms you better shave your twat too."
"Why?" Sara asked.
"Because if they strap you in for a session and you have pussy hair they
yank it off with bikini wax. Hurts like hell. Leave you itching for days
too. Better to be bushless. Most girls here are except for Leslie."
"Who is Leslie."
"Resident dyke. Had her bush yanked off a dozen times I hear. If she
gets hold of you you had better eat her good. She likes fresh young
things like you. Just lucky you ain't black like me. She likes black
girls eating her even more than whities. And if she decides to water
you, better drink up. She knows a few of the guards well enough to get
you stretched." Josie said and gave out a soft painful moan.
"What is stretched?"
"That is where they rack you and stretch your hole for about a week."
"I've taken some pretty big guys."
"Wrong hole stupid. Your ass. Time they get finished with you Leslie can
fist you without any blood. They shoot you up with something and keep
you opened night and day for a week."
"Have you ever had that?"
"Lordie no child! I keep myself clear of Leslie. Had to lap her once and
she gave me a drink. I was sick all day but beats hell out of getting
"Thanks for the information Josie. Just let me know what to do not to
"That is easy. Do what you are told, when you are told and don't give
anyone any shit about it."
"I've never done hard time before."
"I can tell child. Goodnight. Try to get some sleep, it may be the last
non waterlogged night you have for a while."
Sara awoke to the screaming of a woman across the hall. She
surreptitiously watched pretending to be asleep. Two guards dragged the
woman out of her cell. Sara had no idea of what time it was but could
have guessed easily it was after 3pm and certainly before sunrise.
"Josie?" she whispered.
"Don't you be worrying about it girl. Your time will come soon enough.
They is going to give her somethin' to think about tonight. She shanked
a girl yesterdays and now has to pay tha price. Go back to sleep."
Sara tried but could not return to sleep. She thought about the
screaming and had thoughts of the woman being strapped to a wall and
enema'd and whipped mercilessly for hours. How right she was she did not
The thoughts were her undoing however. In the morning the guards opened
the door and removed Josie's plug. Josie was emptying out the contents
of the prior nights enema when the morning meal march started. Josie
hurried up and then tried to roust Sara. The lack of sleep made the new
girl very difficult to rouse. Josie shook her and dragged Sara outside
the cell. Sara's lack of sleep didn't miss the guards notice however.
Sara was still yawning when the guards walked by and one of them took
note of her number and told her to report for training after breakfast.
"Shit girl, you done it now." Josie said.
"What did I do?"
"You done earned yourself a training session. Best go light on breakfast
cause you going to lose it." Josie said just before the line turned and
marched out, cutting off further conversation.
Sara marched in silence to the cafeteria. She sat at a table where Josie
motioned for her to sit and ate quietly. No talking was allowed during
meals. She was seated near three other women about her age. One asian, a
black girl and a hispanic girl.
Remembering some of the rules in the rule book the night before she
cleaned her plate and waited until the bell. Then on the way out she
raised her hand in line.
"What?" the guard snarled.
"I was told to report for training after breakfast."
"End of the hall, turn left, room 6." The guard pointed.
"Thank-you mam." Sara said.
She quietly walked down the hallway being watched by two guards, one
either end of the hall. Upon reaching the end she could hear moaning
from some of the rooms. Turning left not being under any further orders
to not do so she proceeded down the hall looking at the numbers on the
door. Arriving at the door to room 6 she knocked. No answer. She looked
left at the guard who just motioned for her to enter.
Slowly opening the door she went into the room. The lights were on. A
metal table was in the center of the room with obvious tie down points
all around it. She closed the door and stood and waited. A clock was on
the wall, it was now 8:30 in the morning. No equipment was on the
counters but there were various hooks and some whips and paddles along
one wall. One wall had various tie points. There were several drains on
the floor. The room had a faint antiseptic odor to it which masked the
danker foul odor or a dirty restroom. A water hose was coiled up on the
At 8:45 a guard walked in. "This is your first training session." She
said looking at a clipboard.
"Upon arrival to a training room you will strip and put you clothes on
the bench and wait." The guard barked.
Sara quickly removed her clothes and folded them on the bench. She then
waited, her hands at her sides.
The guard took a small footstool and placed it near the wall. "Step up."
After Sara had stepped upon the stool the guard took another stool and
attached Sara's wrist shackles to hooks high up on the wall. As Sara
expected the guard kicked the stool out from under her, leaving Sara
hanging by her wrists, her bare breasts dragging on the stone wall.
Sara felt a probe of her anus then suddenly everything started getting
warm. She turned slightly to see a large black enema bag hanging to her
side. It was obvious to her that it was emptying into her ass. After she
thought that the pressure was going to keep building forever she heard
the sucking sound of the bottom of the bag.
"Hold it." Was all the guard said and abruptly yanked the nozzle from
Sara's ass eliciting a sharp gasp from the prisoner.
Suddenly Sara heard a sharp crack and her ass exploded into fire! That
was followed by many more. Sara began screaming as each fall of the whip
set her ass ablaze in a new spot. When the guard stopped she kept
screaming from the pain. As she settled down into hiccuppy tears she
realized that she had forgotten about the large enema she held.
"Release" was all she heard from the guard. Not wanting to disobey and
also because now that the pain of the whipping was subsiding she
realized just how badly she needed to go she let the enema fly. She
could hear the splash-plops as the pressure inside subsided.
After a little while Sara felt herself being probed by an enema tip
again. She glanced back to see what looked like a 3qt bag mounted to the
hook. Thankfully the earlier cleansing had made more room as she now
took the entire bag without stopping. Once finished the guard quickly
changed the tip out with an anal plug. Sara was unclipped from the wall
mounts and allowed to slump to the floor. The guard hosed her off with a
garden hose and then threw Sara a towel.
"You're done for now, put your clothes on and report to work." The guard
Sara quietly complied, stretching her panties which she had found in her
cell, over her very full belly. As she waddled down the hallway she was
watched by the guards carefully. Reporting to the prison farm yard she
was given a hoe and pointed to the work gang now tilling the field. It
was hot outside and the heat of the water inside made her break into a
sweat immediately. She could feel her belly sloshing as she walked to
the corn rows.
"Over there." A guard pointed to where she wanted Sara to work.
Sara tilled for half and hour until the urge to pee overcame her. She
raised her hand and tried to get the attention of one of the guards.
Finally after some frantic waving one of the guards came over to see
what she wanted.
"Whaddy you want?"
"I need to urinate very badly."
"Where?" Sara asked.
"Where you're standing‘ll do." The guard said and waited.
Sara carefully removed her panties and put them in her pocket and looked
"Won't do you no good to wait, it'll just get worse." The guard said.
Sara let loose standing up. The pee splashed on the ground and made mud.
It trickled down her legs and ran between her toes. Satisfied that Sara
was finished the guard left. Sara went back to work, not bothering to
put her panties on. As she worked and surreptitiously watched she
noticed other girls going as well.
It was nearing lunch time and Sara wondered just how much longer she
would have to hold the full load she had. Near the end of a corn row one
of the guards approached her.
"Bend over and pull up."
Sara bent over and pulled up her dress. The guard reached around behind
her and unlocked the buttplug. It was unceremoniously yanked from her
sore ass. "Release" the guard said as she walked away. Sara let it fly
right there in front of everyone who cared to watch, which was
thankfully not too many people. As the last of the water drained out of
her she noticed 3 other women releasing water in the field. At least it
was good for the crops.
At lunch the women were given a box lunch and pointed to a tree to sit
under. The lunch consisted of a BLT sandwich and a bag of chips. Prune
juice was the beverage. Sara was amused that the prison should serve
prune juice here, the least needed place in the universe – or so she
After lunch was finished it was another hard afternoon hoeing. Sara's
hands had blisters on them. On the way in all of the women were given a
quick finger inspection of the vaginas. No exceptions.
Inside the dining hall Sara was motioned over to a table by Josie. "I
see you got the treatment this morning. ‘told you ‘wouldn't be long!"
"It was bad. My ass hurts. Inside and out. My hands have blisters and I
ache all over."
"Get used to it honey, there ain't nuthin' else"
On the way to the cell block Sara saw a tall blond girl. She thought the
girl looked like a dyke. She carefully averted her gaze. The girls were
taken two by two to a shower at the end of the cell block floor. Sara
revered the feel of the warm water on her tired body. She washed her
hair and was just letting the water flow over her when the guards came
in. She felt the sting of a whip across her naked wet body.
"Get out of there." The larger of the guards barked, "time you learned
to obey the rules."
"Please, don't. I'm sorry I took too long." Sara pleaded as they
attached a chain to her wrist shackles.
They marched her though the cell block to the punishment area. "You'll
learn to take a shower and be quick about it. We ain't here for your
pleasure – you'll learn that soon enough."
Once inside the punishment room they attached her to a cross bar on an
overhead pulley and hoisted her up until her feet just touched the
floor. Next a cross bar was attached between her legs, effectively
spreading them open.
"Please don't" she begged.
"Shut up!" the guard barked.
"Better learn the rules little girl." The guard said slapping some hot
bikini wax on Sara's bush. "this has got to go."
Sara cried at the revelation. She knew what Josie had told her was true.
She was about to experience the pain of having her pubic hair yanked
off. Sara knew just as soon as it was dried it would happen. The guards
pressed a piece of burlap into her wax saturated bush.
"Might as well fill her up while we're waiting." One of the guards said,
by now there were only 3 in the room.
Sara felt her ass cheeks being spread apart. Then something large, slimy
and bristly was pushed into her clenched anus. It was twirled around a
second and then yanked out. She watched as one of the guards filled a
gallon sized enema bag to the brim. Soap bubbles welled up in the
opening. The guard let the air out of the tube and Sara got a glimpse of
the tip. The tip was some inch and a half in diameter and at least 7
inches long. It was shaped something like a penis. The guard went behind
her and she felt the large intruder inside of her in an instant. She
didn't even have time to think about it before the warm soapy water
began to flow. Sara continued to cry knowing that she was about to be in
some pain from the enema and had yet to feel the yank of her pubic hair.
She filled quickly and her ass was stretched open wide. Any attempt to
clench her cheeks was only met by pain. She had to endure the
penetration and just allow herself to be filled up by the enema.
Finally she heard the sucking sound of the bag empty. Then a click of
the hose and her sphincter stretched once again as the tip exited. A
small dribble escaped before she could clamp down on her sore ass.
"I didn't tell you to let any out bitch."
Another guard shoved a large plug into Sara's poor abused asshole and
released the mechanism. Sara could feel the monster swelling inside of
her. The pain from the expanding plug was far worse than the cramps from
the soapy water and she screamed out.
"That's right little bitch, get used to it. Your ass is ours."
After nearly twenty strokes of the paddle Sara could only babble, her
throat too sore to talk. Then a searing pain in her pussy as the hair
was yanked off of it.
"Next time you'll read the rules and obey. Shave that cunt. Be quicker
in the shower. And quit your whining. We do NOT tolerate any whining."
"Yes mam." Sara mumbled, the tears running down her face.
She was taken back to her cell and tossed in. Josie had mercy on her and
helped her into the bunk. Sara didn't know which was worse, lying on her
back with her burning ass on the wool blanket or trying to lie on her
water logged stomach and sore snatch. She cried most of the night. Sleep
was a series of nightmares.
In the morning Josie woke Sara up early to make sure that Sara was awake
when the guards came. Right on schedule the guard came and unlocked the
plug in poor Sara's abused asshole. Sara sat and allowed the soapy
stinging mess flow from her ass. It was quite painful. She felt
lightheaded from the effects of the water.
"Now you know what a full gallon sleeps like. Better learn quick or your
ass is in for more. They like to watch you like a hawk just after
punishment. Any little fuck up and you are back in there." Josie said.
Sara did pretty good, even managing to sit down to eat without too much
wiggling and she cleaned her plate. Back in the fields her sore hands
hurt so bad she cried. Every stroke of the hoe wearing a new spot on the
raw skin of the burst blisters. She had forgotten about the calluses now
forming beneath the shackles.
In the afternoon a thundershower formed and it began to rain. The guards
pulled all of the inmates into the tool barn and made them sit on the
floor. Leslie was sitting directly behind Sara and began to play with
the young girls hair.
"You is sure a pretty thing. If you get lonely you just let Leslie know
and I will take care of you real good."
Sara didn't say anything. One of the guards was looking directly at Sara
when Leslie pulled her back and forced her to lay on the ground. The
guard just winked at Sara. Leslie pushed Sara down flat and then hunched
up over Sara's face. Leslie didn't have any panties on as Sara
discovered. She smelt the dirty smell of an unwashed twat. Leslie just
sat down on her face.
Sara nearly gagged as her nose was almost in Leslie's asshole. Leslie
stroked Sara's breasts and then reached a hand under the new girls dress
and began to finger her twat. "Eat up little girl, only the best for
Sara resisted and tried to get away. Leslie just punched her in the gut
very hard and knocked the wind out of Sara. Then again and again Leslie
punched Sara in the stomach. "Eat me little bitch." Leslie whispered.
Sara took a tentative lick and Leslie quit hitting her. Her stomach hurt
and she could hardly breath. The stench of Leslie's ass made her want to
throw up. She licked the blond dyke though and kept it up until Leslie
had a little orgasm.
"You are a lousy lay." Leslie said and shoved Sara out from under her.
After the rain subsided the guards took the prisoners back to the cell
block. They were given a chance to shower before supper. Sara made quick
work of it this time and even managed to shave the remaining few hairs
off of her pussy. She looked down and it was all red from the rough
treatment by the dyke and from the razor. She looked like a little girl
without her bush.
Sara watched in the mess hall as two girls got into a fight. The guards
just stood there watching to make sure it didn't get deadly but
otherwise let the girls go at it for a while. When both parties were
exhausted they were hauled off to punishment.
Sara cleaned up her plate and returned to her cell. Josie had done
something and was holding another half a gallon. Sara and Josie talked
about their pasts for a few minutes and then tried to get some sleep.
In the morning Sara awoke to a stopped up nose. She blew it out in the
wash basin and woke Josie up. "Better try not to let them know you are
sick. How bad is it?"
"Not too bad yet. Probably the cold rain yesterday."
"Could be the water too. The stuff they use on you around here has stuff
in it that gets you sick the first few months. If they find out you are
sick you go to isolation or the infirmary."
"Why do I have the feeling that I don't want to go there?"
"'cause you don't. Isolation isn't too bad but you don't get to see
anybody. Just a mat, toilet, sink and the cell. Nothing to do but be
sick. The infirmary is where they get to strap you on the table and work
on you. If they didn't give you a medical at county then you'll get one
there. Full deal. Of course the usual cure for the common cold is lots
of enemas. And if you have fever it's cold ones. If you don't it's hot
ones. Either way lots of enemas. So how was Leslie?"
"I've had worse."
"Good, at least you aren't pissed about it. Was she mad at you?"
"I don't know. She said I was a lousy lay. She stunk so bad."
"Did she give you a drink?
"Nope." Sara said.
"Well that's good. But I guess I had better tell you before you find out
that I heard that the warden wants to spin you."
"Spin me? What's that?"
"That is where they give you some alcohol and then put you on a rotating
wheel and spin you until you throw up. Then they clean you up and the
warden gets to play games with you."
"That just sounds real fun." Sara said sarcastically.
"Well, sorry but I thought you should know."
"They usually talk about it for a few days before they do it."
That day Sara didn't clean her plate good enough and got to carry two
quarts with her into the fields to work. The pulled her butt plug out
after lunch and she watered the fields.
At supper the server gave her four hot dogs instead of the usual two.
Everyone else had two. Josie told her that they were stocking her up
because tonight was the night. Sara was going to be spun.
After supper the guards took her to a punishment room. The room had a
large rotating wheel in it and Sara was fastened to it securely. She was
then given a three quart enema which really burned.
"Enjoy that one little pig. You got a full fifth of thunderbird in you
Sara began to feel lightheaded from the wine. The plug was in her firmly
and none was going to get out. She got the full effect of the alcohol. A
few minutes later they began to spin the wheel she was on. Over and over
and over and over and over and over …. Finally Sara vomited violently
and it went everywhere. Yet still the wheel continued to spin.
The guards finally stopped it when they saw she wasn't going to throw up
any more. The plug was released and she let the contents of her bowel
shoot out into the floor drain. Then a four quart soapy enema was
injected into her at a high rate and she threw up again. That enema was
released and a final three quart one was inserted and plugged up. She
was hosed down and then taken to the warden's private playroom – still
Sara had gotten used to being naked since she seemed to be being
punished so often. It was certainly true enough what Josie had said. The
warden and an assistant strapped Sara down to a table. Sara began to
cough and the warden frowned. "Dammit, she is sick!" She called one of
the guards in and questioned the guard about why they weren't taking
care of Sara better.
Sara watched from the table as the guard had her dress pulled up and her
panties down for a quick thirty strokes of a whip. Crying she took the
prisoner with her to the infirmary.
"Damned bitch is sick and didn't tell anyone. Give her the full
treatment, the warden wanted to play with her and can't and my ass
"Ok Shelly, no problem." The sadistic looking nurse said as Sara was
strapped to a table, face down.
The table was stainless steel in the middle of the room. The nurse first
took blood from the back of Sara's leg. Next the plug was removed and
Sara noticed that it didn't hurt as much as it used to. She was getting
stretched and used to it. Two more 3 quart enemas later she was ready.
The nurse took a colonoscope and started feeding it into Sara. It was
twisted about often and forcefully to produce maximum discomfort. Sara
began to cry at the wiggling monster inside of her belly. "There now,
does that feel bad!" the nurse would say and twist the controls, making
the snake wiggle more. Sara could feel it already at the right side of
her. The nurse tired of that and left the room, with five feet of scope
still stuck inside of Sara's colon.
Every so often Sara would doze off and the nurse would return and wiggle
the monster some more until Sara began to cry again. Sometime in the wee
hours of the morning the scope was yanked from Sara's sore ass.
Sara awoke to her ass being stretched by the large nozzle the nurse, a
different one than last night, was inserting into her. The nurse
finished and opened the clamp on the bag. A gurgle as the remaining of
the trapped air shot into Sara's sore colon and she began to fill.
During the day she was given several more enemas and a few whippings.
That evening she was pronounced fit and returned to the warden's office
The warden came in alone and examined Sara who was tied to the wall,
face out. "Well, well I see you are all better now." The warden, a
rather stocky dyke took Sara down and led her by a leash to a low table.
Here she was seated and the warden attached the anklets to the legs of
the bench. The warden pushed Sara back and attached her arms to the
other two legs, rather awkward and uncomfortable. Sara realized just how
exposed she was, even though her ass wasn't the obvious target this time.
"Time for a little drink, isn't it." The warden shucked the panties and
squatted over Sara's mouth and let fly. Sara, having been warned
recently drank all that the warden gave her, aware she would be punished
most severely for not complying. The warden, seemingly satisfied played
with Sara's nipples and then stroked the smooth mons of the prisoner.
The warden then took a 3 quart bag down from the hook and put half a
bottle of what looked like blue mouthwash into the bag. She topped it
off and then attached the hose. The nozzle was a large dildo type nozzle
shaped like a penis. She greased it with something from a jar that
didn't have a label on it. Unsnapping one of Sara's ankle shackles the
prisoner obligingly raised her leg, knowing full well that the warden
wanted access to her sore asshole.
The nozzle slipped in easier than Sara would have hoped for and began to
burn. "Notice it already huh?" The warden asked and hung the bag on a
hook. She then attached Sara's leg onto the bench again. "Nice and warm,
ain't it?" The warden unclipped the stop on the bag. "Now you just lie
back and fill up while you enjoy the ginger mint grease that the guards
make up real special for the prisoners." The warden snickered and
watched Sara's discomfort mounting as the burning mouthwash began to
clean her inside.
Nine years of this, was all that Sara could think about as her asshole
was on fire and her belly was following suit. Soon the 3 quart bag
sucked dry and the warden snapped the clip shut and left. She soon
returned with a large body massager and began to massage Sara's
distended belly. Sara didn't know if that was worse than the burning in
her asshole from the ginger.
Sara clenched her ass tight to hold in the burning liquid knowing worse
would happen to her if she allowed it to escape. The warden stopped
after half an hour. Sara was unclipped from the bench and led to the
toilet, too weak to do anything else. The contents of her bowel spewed
forth into the toilet. She was lightheaded from the alcohol in the
mouthwash and didn't really care that her ass was on fire.
A guard came in and gave Sara a simple two quart enema and plugged her
up with a red dildo plug with a black tail. This signified that Sara was
the personal playtoy of the warden and all of her activities would be
reported. Such was her life for the next nine years.