"Small White Cell" (MF, bond, rape) by Althalus

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   They like to strap you down in those white beds.  Those stupid,
bleach-stinking, sterile beds.  Any old one would do, but it's usually the
one that happens to be in your cell.  Everyone else calls their cell a
"room," but there are no windows and I see my four walls for what they are.

   I had a few extra pounds when they first put me in this place, but I
dropped 'em fast after a couple of weeks inside.  Jerry was a real skinny
guy to begin with.  He had that wiry strength that wouldn't budge, when all
you wanted was to get loose.  I swear his arms were like banded steel. 
After the first time he strapped me to that bed, I wanted him to die.

   It was the middle of the night.  Things were pretty quiet and Jerry was
one of the night watchmen.  He came into my room and said my doctor wanted
me to have an extra injection - to help me sleep.  I didn't like the sound
of that one bit.  I banged on the locked door and its tiny shuttered
window, screamed my lungs out too, but it was no use; the cells are
soundproof.  Wouldn't want the inmates - excuse me, patients - disturbing
the staff.

   Next I turned on Jerry.  I tried to bite him, scratch him, wrestle the
keys from his pocket...  But that was also fruitless.  He was just too
strong.  He put a choke-hold on me with his left arm and stabbed my bicep
with the syringe in his right hand.  Whatever it was in that dose, it was
fast.  One second I was digging my nails into his cast iron forearm, the
next I was swimming in a disjointed haze.  I couldn't seem to control my
arms and legs very well, nor could I put any force behind my movements. 
When he led me to the low white hospital bed in the corner I just sort of
collapsed onto it.

   Jerry quickly went to work strapping me down with the leather bed
restraints intended to keep suicidals from 'taking the plunge' in the
night. There were two straps for each leg (thigh and ankle), one for each
wrist, one for the midsection and an optional band for the forehead.  He
fitted them all to my body, checking his watch once or twice as he did so.
My stomach heaved when he pulled my hospital-issue pajamas down to my
knees, and then tightened the thigh straps.  We weren't allowed to have
underclothes - humility was part of our treatment I guess - and so I could
feel the cool air and his heavy gaze on my crotch.

   The drug-induced paralysis was just starting to wear off when he reached
down and rubbed my pubic hair.  My body responded despite my disconnected
mind's disgust, and I felt the familiar dampness between my legs.  He
hurriedly unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his
underwear. He had a huge erection and rage rumbled through my heart.  I
cursed and screamed at him, jerking and trying to get away with every cell
in my body.  "You'll never get away with this, you stupid ugly
son-of-a-bitch!  I hope you burn in hell!!" and other such things.  But it
was too late, and I realized he might just get away with it.  He picked the
flat white pillow up from the floor and pushed it down over my wailing
hate-filled face.

   I felt him kneeling between my widespread legs, and then his thighs were
on mine as his fingers explored.  Then there was his turgid cock-head,
pressing at my opening.  I tried to close myself off from the inside,
restrict his access, shut him off by constricting all of my muscles, but
men were designed to penetrate.  He pushed into me with a groan of
pleasure; he must have liked the tightness my tension caused.  I bucked and
thrashed, but that only made him swell inside me.  He didn't have to hold
the pillow on my face because I couldn't move my head to dislodge it, and
his hands roamed freely over my body.  He pinched my nipples through my pjs
and made me screech with pain.  I thought if only I could bite him, I would
remove his fucking face with my teeth.

   As a last ditch effort to get Jerry off me, I tried to piss on him, but
his penis filling me made it impossible to relax those muscles.  I finally
just let myself go limp.  He was slow and deliberate after that, making the
most of my acquiescence.  He came at long last, thrusting many times in the
wetness of his semen.  After a few minutes of laying with his flaccid penis
still tucked inside me, he stood up.  He lifted the pillow from my face and
pulled his pants on.  He didn't say a word; he just unstrapped my thighs,
pulled up my pajama bottoms, and buckled me back down.  During all that I
didn't speak to him; I didn't even open my eyes.  In fact, I fell into a
dreamless sleep and when I woke up Jerry was gone.


   --->To Be Continued?

  
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