PART 1
Kyle was a lot of things. He was short, spineless, wimpy, pathetic, and overall a dork. But, unknown to the court, Kyle was far from nefarious.
As soon as the judge slammed down his gavel, Kyle’s
heart shrunk. The “18-months” rang in his head like a blaring alarm
clock, never leaving his mind's eye. He sulked every step of the
process, including through processing. He did notice something peculiar
while they were stripping and searching him: all the other inmates
waiting to get processed were women. Had he been put in a co-ed prison?
Was this a mistake?
“Alright, Kylie, step forw-” The guard instructing Kyle
froze, trying not to laugh. “Sorry, Kyle.” As the guard nonchalantly
threw the form down on the table and began stripping Kyle, he glanced at
it. Apparently, someone thought it would be funny to write in pen “fe”
in front of the “sex/gender” section. His heart dropped again. He looked
around for more signs and as soon as his boxers dropped to the floor,
he saw it: “Glendale Women’s Correctional Facility”.
All the guards and inmates held back tears of joy while they watched Kyle reluctantly glide through the hallways, passing each cell giving him a new catcall. First, it was a whistle. Next, a meow or a hiss. Following was a wave of comments like “I’d like to see what’s in that jumpsuit” and “I need that ass”. When he finally pulled up to his cell, he tried to explain to the guard escorting him. “I swear, I am not supposed to be here. There was a mixup.” He pleaded. “Yeah, like it’s the first time we’ve heard that…” the guard laughed. As the bars slammed shut, he was greeted with a friendly “Hey bitch boy”.
This was Kyle’s new cellmate. She was 6’1, with braided jet black hair, bulging muscles, and currently, sweat. A whole lot of sweat. She smirkingly sauntered over to Kyle and looked at him. “Name’s Mara, looks like we’re gonna’ be bunking it. I’d apologize ‘bout the smell but I know guys like you are always nasty”. The smell was something to apologize for. The aroma of BO and the stench of feet filled the room to the brim with the reminder of Mara’s leering and overbearing presence. What you could assume was her bed on the top was yellow with sweat stains and whatever else, the sink was flooded with soaked dirty socks and underwear filling it, and, of course, the toilet was clogged nearly to the brim. “I haven’t had the chance to really, you know, clean up. Hopefully, you can get to that actually.” She said, playfully punching his shoulder a little too hard. “Uh… how would I… don’t they have people to do that?” Mara shrugged, “Not here they don’t. And you’re gonna’ do that dirty work whether you like it…” Mara belched a long and sloppy burp straight into Kyle face, and, of course, mouth. “...or not.”
Kyle knew he couldn’t let this woman walk all over him. If they were going to be roommates, she would need to know to not step on him like this. “I’m not doing it. It’s your mess, Mara, you clean it.” Unnervingly, this made Mara even more excited than she had been. “How ‘bout this… first one submittin’ to the other has to clean up around here. Deal?” She sloppily spits in her hand and extends it. Kyle, hesitantly, spits into his hand and reaches hers. All of a sudden, Mara grabs Kyle’s spitfilled hand, flips him around, and puts him in an arm lock. Mara swivels Kyle around and shoots her arm in the sky so Kyle’s met face to face with her putrid-smelling armpit. “Here’s the thing, Kyle. To submit to me, you really gotta’ prove it. I just got back from my daily weightlifting and since I can’t hit the showers until tomorrow and you’re just the perfect height, I’m gonna’ need you to get in there and lick up that nasty mess. Think you can do that for me, baby?” Mara mocked.
“And… if I don’t?” Mara laughs. “Oh, I’m hoping you don’t…” She pivots him again, facing… the clogged and overflowing toilet. “See, honey, I’ve been having to piss and shit on that thing for the last couple of weeks, and all I need is a nice pretty face to push all that goodness down. Think you’re up for the challenge? Or do you wanna’ get lickin’?” Kyle was starting to regret his decision to try and stand up for himself. The wave of BO, sweat, and under-armpit stench was nearly knocking him out even being a foot away. He couldn’t even imagine what it was like making his tongue actually graze the source of the stink and, not to mention, seal his submission to Mara for the rest of their days. “Oh, what’s that? You want the toile-” Kyle lunged forward before she could finish and just went to town. He frenched Mara’s sweaty armpit like there was no tomorrow, while Mara was nearly in tears laughing. Cups and cups of Mara’s salty sweat were going straight down Kyle’s throat, but the trooper continued, even through the knots of armpit hair.
17 minutes. Kyle had been licking Mara’s sweaty armpit for a full 17 minutes until he stopped and Mara finally calmed herself. “Wow, bitch boy… I’m starting to reallllly like you…” Mara laughed as Kyle grew more and more deathly concerned. Kyle slowly picks out an armpit hair stuck in his mouth. “Don’t… mention it… hey, where’s my pillow?” It looked like the bottom bunk was pillowless. After scanning the room, Kyle found it lying on the chair. “Oh, lucky you. The seats are always so hard on my ass that I need that kinda’ cushion but help yourself. Plus, after eating so many gassy meals, it’s a great fart absorber. Speakin’ of…” Mara grabbed the pillow from Kyle with ease and let out a triumphant and bellow gas bomb onto the pillow, with a slightly wet squeak. Mixed with the stench of her sweaty cheeks, Kyle’s finally acknowledged that he’s gonna’ have a pretty difficult time ignoring Mara, and now her ass cheeks. “She’s all yours! Sorry ‘bout the booty stains, but you’ll have to get used to that. Remember you’re borrowing the seat cushion, hun. There’s only two sets a’ cheeks its touchin’...” Kyle tried everything in his being to fight back, but all he could muster up was: “...Yes…Ma’am”.
“Great! Now, you’ve got a long night ahead of you cleaning. Remember to hang my socks and panties after you fish them out of the sink. I got a whole clothing line thing setup right there.” Mara pointed to a thin wire hanging right about where Kyle’s head would be sleeping all night, meaning he would be pelted with drops of Mara’s sock and panty sweat hitting across his face, and, let’s face it, in his open mouth. To Kyle’s dismay, the nightmare just kept getting worse. “Anywho, have fun! I gotta’ laundry list for ya’ tomorrow.” Mara said, vaulting herself up on her top bunk. “Sleep tight, bitch boy!” Needless to say, Kyle learned his lesson: he was never parking in a handicap spot again.
PART 2
He was finally free. The giant iron bars of the all-female correctional facility swung open as Kyle clicked his heels at the exit. No more rock-hard beds. No more shitty meals. And most importantly: no more Mara. As Kyle chantied out of his prison he was met by a supermodel next to a sports car. She had bright red hair and an unbelievable body. She tossed Kyle the keys with a wink and Kyle caught them with one hand. Kyle cooly walked right up to the model and pulled her close. “Hey there… handsome…” Her breath kind of stunk, and smelt like expired milk and sulfur, but Kyle smelt past that and locked his lips with her. He frenched the hell out of her while she puffed breaths into his lungs. With one big puff, he abruptly woke up.
It was pitch dark. He could faintly see some orange, but couldn’t make out what it was, and couldn’t breathe. Slowly, he started to realize, it was Mara. She sat her full huge ass down on his facing, engulfing his head and thus his whole world. “Wakey, wakey, bitch boy! Wake up and smell the…” Mara scrunched her face to push out a gargantuan toot onto Kyle’s mouth. “Ahh, roses…”. Kyle flailed and struggled to get Mara off him, which was met with bellowing laughter and not a single budge. Finally, Mara decided to get off him, to which he took a deep (and tainted) breath of not-so-fresh air. “Sorry, dude. I need some seat cushion time so we gotta’ be sharing from time to time. You know our times are gonna’ overlap.” Kyle quickly regained consciousness and unfortunately sunk back into the role of Mara’s bitch. He woke up from a dream and returned to a nightmare.
“Ready for breakfast? ‘Cmon. Can’t wait to show you off to all the gals.” Mara easily grabbed Kyle’s wrist and dragged him out of the stench-filled bed through the halls of prison, which erupted with laughter. All the female prisoners lined up to march toward the cafeteria while Kyle slid right behind Mara, continuing to let out a continuous stream of gas covering Kyle. The woman right behind Kyle especially found this hilarious. Her name was Rebecca. She was 5’11, had blonde hair, and easily had the biggest chest of anyone in the prison. “Hey, Mar’, who’s your new bitch? He looks kinda’ cute. Mind if he sits next to me at breakfast?” She was already ogling at Kyle, thinking of all the things she could do with him. “He’s all yours, Becca…” Kyle was confused. Why would Mara give him up that easily to some bimbo? Doesn’t she want to see him suffer? This wasn’t sitting right…
When they got to the cafeteria, they all sat down. Kyle was stuck right between Mara and Rebecca. A tray filled with a mix of bacon, hashbrowns and runny-scrambled eggs was slammed in front of him. Across from him was Florence, belching after every huge bite she took. “So where you from little fellah’?” Rebecca asked, petitely eating her breakfast. “Uh… Little Rock…” Rebecca leaned closer, fascinated by every word he said. “Ooo, so you’re, like, southern?” “Yeah… I guess so…” Mara was completely distracted at this point as if she knew Kyle was in ‘good hands’. “Let me ask you something, Kyle…” Rebecca was so close to him, that her chest was mixing in with all his food. Her breasts were covered in wet eggs. “You ever…” She drags her finger across the tray and licks some hashbrows off it. “...get a little rock-hard?” Kyle, clearly uncomfortable, tries to back away, but Mara, the wall she is, is keeping him. “Uh…” Then, he gets a whiff of Rebecca’s breath. It’s putrid. It’s as if she’s never brushed her teeth a day in her life. “Come here… big boy…” She puckers her lips and plants them right on Kyle. She forcefully pushes her tongue to the back of his throat giving him the sloppiest French kiss ever. All the food she had eaten before being pushed right into his mouth for him to ‘savor'. Kyle was disgusted, horrified, and frozen in shock as he received Rebecca’s make-out session.
“Mm, you taste real good, Kyle…” Rebecca said, wiping away some egg on her lip. Kyle, trying not to throw up, tries collecting himself. “Uh… thanks.” “Tell me… now that we’re boyfriend-girlfriend… would you do anything for me?” Kyle is once again shocked. He doesn’t know how to respond, but he knows upsetting this woman is not his best option. “Uh… yeah, okay…” Rebecca’s eyes dilate as she locks contact with Kyle. “That’s amazing to hear. So you’d even, like, eat my boogers hehe” Before Kyle could even react, Rebecca starts hocking a loogie. “Well, I don’t kno-”. Before Kyle could respond, Rebecca spat up the most disgusting green snot glob out of her throat and into Kyle’s lip, covering every inch of mouth. He is absolutely revolted and frozen in shock once again. “Omg you must, like, reeeeally like me to let me do that hehe” Kyle, inaudible due to his mouth being full of nasty snot, cannot respond. Next, Rebecca scratches the back of her jumpsuit, getting her hand deep in her asscrack. “Would you even, like, suck on my dirty ass fingers?” Rebecca plunged her ass-smelling, dry shit-stained fingers deep into Kyle’s mouth, twirling them around making sure they touch every part. Kyle is trying everything in his power not to throw up or make a scene, intimidated by the whole table and revolted by Rebecca. “Um.. Ac..tually…Rebe…cca..” “Oh!” Rebecca bends underneath the table, takes off her smelly slipper, brings it to the table and scoops up the breakfast mush into it. “Would you even eat this whole terrible breakfast out of my nasty, 2-year old sweaty foot-jammed slipper?” Without even giving him time to respond, Rebecca plunged the atrocity into his face like a troff and waited for him to finish it before pulling it away. Helpless, Kyle shoveled disgusting morsel after morsel of foot-smelling mush into his mouth already tainted by every taste and smell imaginable. After he finally finished the last toe-jam-soaked hashbrown, he passed out.
When Kyle awoke, he was met with Mara facing him with a big grin on her face. “What… happened…” “Rebecca happened… Glad you could meet her. I thought you might like her. Now, get your ass up. I wanna hit the gym and need someone to do squats over while I sweat my ass off. Oh, and she left you this…” Mara slapped a sweat and BO-soaked napkin onto Kyle’s face. It read: “Dear Kylepoo, I’m like so happy you love me so much you’d do like all that gross stuff just for me. It really shows how much you’d do for me and I love it. Can’t wait to do this every meal!! Tmrw we’ve got cornflakes, and I’ll allow you to eat straight from my booty ;) (ur welcome) see ya cutie!!”
