Prison Bitch

[A_Oberon (imported)]

In this fantasy I become a prison bitch.

The introduction has me convicted of some white collar offence (what it was is not important) and sentenced to 3 years in prison.

I was to learn that prison is a jungle and the guards are complicit in outrageous acts.

The prison was designed to have several ‘pods’ in which inmates were free to intermingle in a common room, or walk along the corridors and enter any other cell while the doors were open.

Each pod had one or more natural leaders/alpha males whose prestige and advantages depended upon toughness and the ability to dispense favours not otherwise available.

As it happened my pod ‘godfather’ was serving a life sentence without possibility of parole, had a taste for anything that made life more pleasureable, and had a stash of illicit funds deposited in various bank accounts. The latter gave him the ability to pay off guards for assistance provided in the pod. He had also recently lost his cellmate (whose sentence had run out) and was on the hunt for a suitable candidate to take his place. I say ‘his’ place since it was a men’s prison and he was a male when he arrived; however, on his departure his classification was highly in doubt.

I was later to learn the guards and my godfather had conferred on my arrival and as a result I was assigned to his cell for his inspection. This apparently was to his satisfaction as he gave a signal to the guards, the cell door shut, and he told me what my future was. I say ‘told’ as he made it plain there were no options and it was in my interest to be a success in my new role as his prison bitch. It is of course obvious that this entailed me being the female in satisfying his sexual needs. What I was to learn was that men in his position required their bitches to be a female as possible, in act and appearance.

His first step was to have me take the place of an inmate who had volunteered to be castrated in order to secure his early release from prison. I switched shirts with him and when the time came I was escorted into the prison hospital room, directed to sign a release form, and underwent a bilateral orchidectomy. For the godfather this had two purposes. Most obviously the operation stopped my bodies production of ‘male’ hormones. Less obvious was the fact the ‘volunteer’ who dodged the operation (who on the outside had been a successful businessman) paid the godfather a substantial sum of money for the privilege of having his sentence expire without the quid pro quo (i.e. losing his jewels).

He next arranged with another inmate on the pod to forego taking drugs prescribed to him to reduce his sexual drive. As it happened these drugs were powerful conjugated estrogens and within a few months, between my castration and the drugs, my body had morphed into full breasts, narrowed waist, and shapely hips and thighs. Since from day one I had to deep my body hair free and my eyebrows plucked, I was now physically and functionally my cell mates bitch. I was obliged to, and did, perform to the best of my abilities and, for all intents and purposes, became a woman.

Four years later, when my sentence came to and end, I was picked up at the gates by a crony of the godfathers and transported to a city I had had no previous connection with. There I was put to work as a call girl in luxurious and lucrative circumstances

Now, ten years later, I continue to live full time as a woman without SRS and am the live-in mistress of a well-heeled hedonistic man who purchased me from the godfathers crime family.

[bobov (imported)]

Lovely.