Reborn

by Amy Ho

MM MDom TV TG

When one is born, No one ever asks, do you want to be a boy or a girl? One is born male or female without any choice in the matter.  Here in prison, one also is often not given a choice.  If you are weak, of small stature, or white, someone will likely make a choice for you.  Which is where my story begins.

After in processing, the guards escorted me to my cell while the other inmates mades the whistles and catcalls, you've seen the movie and left me.  The bottom bunk was empty, so I deposited the items I was given, extra coveralls, a roll of toilet paper, etc., and sat down.  I noticed many of the inmates didn't necessarily wear the coverall all the time.  They were only required if we left the confines of the building, to the yard, court, and so forth.  Otherwise many of the inmates hung around in their boxers, sweatpants, and so forth.

But I digress.  As I was sitting, my cellmate walked in and stopped just inside the cell door.  "I see they've delivered my new bitch."  I was speechless.  He was huge.  You know the type, muscles, shaved head, goatee, tattoos everywhere.  I didn't dare correct him, if you know what I mean.

"Well, bitch, I paid good money to have you delivered to my cell, so we might as well get started giving me my money's worth."  He said.

"What?"

"Shut up, bitch and listen.  Unless I ask you a question, we'll think of something else to do with your mouth than all that inane bitchin' you bitches always seem to do."

I stifled a retort.

"Now, bitch, here's the way it is.  Before this night is over, you are going to be my woman.  Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way, your life as a man, as pitiful as it must have been, is over.  Nope, nope, don't say a word, if you accept your place things will go reasonably easy for you, if not, you will endure a great deal of pain, it's up to you.

"If you want to avoid the pain, just take all your clothes off and come over here in front of the door and kneel in front of me, you've got ten seconds before I come over there and make you hurt."

What could I do?  I considered it for all of about thirty seconds and slowly stood up and began taking off my clothes and, once naked, knelt on the floor in front of him.

"That's a good girl, he said, now, reach inside my pants and take out my dick."

I hesitated.

"Now, bitch!" He yelled.

I gripped the elastic of his sweats and pulled them forward and down exposing a massive cock and balls and reached down and took his cock in my hands and lifted it free of the sweats.

"Go ahead, bitch, I ain't got all day, put it in your mouth."

I hesitated again.

He gripped the hair on the back of my head with one hand and pinched my nose with the other, "I said, put my dick in your mouth, bitch!"  And as I opened my mouth to get some air, he helped by pushing his groin forward to cause his cock to enter my mouth.

"That's better, cunt."  If I feel any teeth, there will be hell to pay."

With his cock in my mouth, he put both hands on my head and pulled me closer until it was all in and began stroking his cock in my mouth, holding my head secure and his cock began to harden.

After a while, he let go of my head after warning me not to take my mouth off his dick. "Ok," he ordered, "suck me right. Use your hands and caress my balls.  Ah, yes, that's right."

The whole time I had been sucking his cock, other inmates had been gathering to watch, to them he said, "Oh man, this whore can give some great head," then, in front of them, he grabbed my head again, and started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth faster, "oh yeah, you cocksucking slut, I'm going to shoot my wad right down your throat and you better swallow every drop."  With that, he pushed his cock in as far as he could and his cock started to jerk inside my mouth sending spurt after spurt of thick cum into my mouth and I struggled to swallow to keep up.

He continued to hold my head while he stroked his cock in and out a bit more, "oh yes, it has been too long since a woman has given me such good head, ahhhh...."

He held my head for awhile until his cock softened inside my mouth.

Then he pulled up his sweats and grabbed a plastic bag, "Come with me." and held out his arm.

He insisted I hook my arm around his, like we were a couple going for a stroll in the park and escorted me to the showers.  Once there, he reached into his bag and handed me some shaving cream and some disposable razors.  "Shave all the hair from your body except for the top of your head and your eyebrows.  You're not to cut the hair on top of your head or trim your fingernails without my permission, but you will shave your body every day."

While I shaved, he filled me on my new "facts of life."  My name was to be Amy, but I was to answer to "woman, girl, bitch, slut, whore, cunt."  I would be refered to as "she or her."  I was to always pee sitting down.  In prison, there is no women's lib, a woman's role in prison is to do what ever her man tells her.  No man in prison would ask his woman for head or pussy, he commands, she obeys.  In prison, a woman is the property of her man, she belongs to him until he decides to sell, trade or give her to someone else.

And a man must demonstrate his mastery over his woman by occasionally fucking her in front of an audience and sharing her mouth and pussy with his friends.  Disobedience or disrespect for her man can get a woman killed.  If the man is not the master of his woman, he may find himself being reborn into a woman by those stronger than him.

When I had finished shaving, he handed me a homemade miniskirt and halter top made from t-shirts and a pair of satiny panties and ordered me to put them on.  He gave me some pills he said would help my to "fill out" my new clothes and a little jar of vaseline mixed with cherry koolaide to keep on my lips.

As we walked back to the cell, I was required to hang onto his arm before while he rubbed my ass with his hand and ordered me to sway my hips.  Back in the cell, he ordered me on my knees again while I sucked his cock until it was hard and he had my lay on the bed while he greased up his cock.  He reached up under my skirt and pulled off my panties and knelt between my legs and positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass, sorry, it's a pussy now, "This will hurt a bit the first time, but in a few months, you will crave it.  More than likely, if you ever have sex with another woman again, she'll be a dyke with a strap-on.

With that, he pushed forward and I was completely his woman.

Since I had already sucked his cock dry, he fucked my new pussy for a long time.  But eventually he sent his cum up inside my body and then ordered me to put my panties back on (he had fucked me with my skirt still on), refreshen my lipstick and lean against the outside of the cell.

Within a few minutes a man walked past me into the cell and approached my old man.  "How much to fuck your whore," he asked my old man.

"Three bucks for a blow job, or five for her to suck your dick until its hard enough to fuck her pussy."

The man paid, "Bitch, get in here."

So I went back in the cell and and sucked the man's cock until it was hard, took off my panties, and opened my legs so he could fuck my pussy.  When he had finished and left, my old man said, "What are you laying there for, get back out there.  Unless someone is putting their dick to you, I'm not making any money, now get your ass out there and make me some money."

In time, the pills he was giving me caused tits to grow on my chest and my hips to widen.  My hair grew long and my nails were kept at about an inch, and I became more and more popular at three and five bucks a cum.  I stood outside the cell from the time they opened the cell doors in the morning until they locked us in at night.  My old man would bring me food from the cafeteria so that I could keep working.  As he put it, prison was for rehabilitation, and when the time came for my release, I would easily get a job making a lot of money for some pimp.




