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Pushed Too Far.(Aember & I)

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Dale yawned as he sat up in his cell, early out of bed as usual.He stretched a bit as he rubbed his face.It was the Alerian Ice Mines, a maximum security peneteniary in the middle of the arctic.No one had ever escaped, at least they hadn't got far before freezing to death.He loved to heckle the guards, it gave him satisfaction to ruin there moods.The latest he'd been working on was a female guard, and he'd taken every measure to bother her.It was why he'd started waking up early, to bug her to death.

Striding to the bars he waited patiently, he knew her patrol of the cell block was up next, and he couldn't wait to bombard her with sexist remarks and criticisms.
 
Danica Bridson had been working for the federal government as a prison guard for a while now-- maybe four or five years. In most of the Alerian Ice Mine's guard's eyes she was still a rookie, but Danica had already established quite the reputation. She was a no-nonsense type of girl, and she had no qualms about putting a prisoner in their place, verbally, if they needed it. Danica had never been known to snap and physically assult a prisoner, though. However, she did look like she would be able to.

This certain prison guard was tall-- about 5'10" with an upright stance. Her figure was slim, but her limbs were muscular, though not to the point where she could be a body builder. Danica had well-muscled legs and arms from running and working out in order to stay in shape, and her stomach was flat and showed hints of a four-pack, but her breasts were still rounded, firm handfulls, unlike what one would see on a body builder. Danica also boasted a nicer ass than most female body builders. She was also pretty-- a brunette, with light blue eyes and a light complexion.

These facts had seemed to draw attention from a certain prisoner, however. As Miss Bridson walked along her cell block, patroling with night stick in hand and a gun at her side, her eyes glared and she bristled for the sexist remarks that would come from Dale's cell. Oh, how she really wanted to show Dale just where she wanted to shove her night stick, if only to get him to shut up.
 
Dale reached out and gave her ass a firm slap, grinning through the bars."Still working a mans job huh?" he mocked with a smirk."I'm surprised they haven't made you the maid yet, lord knows the toilets need a good cleaning" he said with a laugh.It was a little more harsh then what he usually said, but then again he wasn't in a good mood either.Pressing the throbbing bulge in his thin pants through the bars as he grinned."Why don't you fulfill your actual role in life, I mean come on who're we kidding here.A female prison guard is like....A hippy wearing fur.It's ridiculous" he said with a mean smirk as he winked.

"We could even let the warden in on it, if he isn't already hitting it of course.By the way is he?, because damn, you must have pretty low standards, that or you really...really need the job".He was on a roll, and some of the other inmates had started to laugh as well, encouraging him further.Little did he know it was vacation week, and the staff had been whittled down, no one but her was set to patrol this block of cells for an entire seven days.
 
When her ass was slapped, Danica growled lowly under her breath and turned slowly to face the roudy inmate. She had about enough of his shit lately, and she knew that if she didn't teach Dale a lesson now, the next seven days of patroling the block on her own were going to such majorly. His words only made her angrier and more resolute in what she was going to do. Instead of ignoring him and mentally telling him to shove it, she actually would shove it for him, whether he liked it or not. Especially when he pressed his bulge through the bars. Danica looked down, scowled, and then looked back up at Dale.

Through the verbal abuse, Danica seemed to just stare at the inmate. Once he seemed to be quite done, the brunette's eyes narrowed and she dangerously closed the gap between her and him. Her free hand, the one not holding her night stick, reached out to gently carress his bulge, while she stared him in the eye. "I guess. . .you really are desperate for a woman. Tired of getting raped up the ass, pussy boy?" With that, she gave a firm squeeze to the bulge, making sure to dig her nails through the thin fabric and into the flesh.
 
He smirked at her as she stared at him, and he felt that deep sense of satisfaction fill himself again, he had successfully put a kink in her mood.He was quite looking forward to the next seven days, he'd get to poke and prod and tease to his hearts content.The verbal abuse well had dried up when she stopped throwing comebacks at him, which was why he was now trying the sexism and sexual harassment, he was hoping It would work and It had, though perhaps too well.

A surprised look came upon his face as he felt her fingers stroke over the bulge, making it twitch a tad.Smirking as she spoke he was right in mid comeback before he was cut off."If anyone's the bitch here its you da-" he winced as he felt her nails dig into the sensitive flesh of his hardon, and it agitated him."Jesus woman, cant you take a god damn joke?!" he said, a sour look on his face, she had successfully put a kink in his mood now too.The rest of the inmates started to laugh, though they hadn't quite seen what had occurred, nor would they believe what was to come next.Dale had no Idea he was about to be made the laughing stock of all of Aleria.
 
Too well, indeed. Danica was soon going to find out how much of a bitch Dale had actually been made into-- she wasn't one for going soft on punishments, and Dale would probably need the prior experience to be comfortable. But hell, it only made things even better if he wasn't comfortable. The damn asshole deserved to be hurt for all the lewd comments and the sexist remarks. Her nails dug even deeper into his erection, nearly tearing at the flesh through the fabric of his pants as she twisted her night stick around in her hands so the shorter side faced the bars of the cell.

"Guess I can't, bitch," Danica growled, and then she reaised the short end of her night stick and hit Dale hard enough in the head to daze him for a bit. She then moved quickly, unlocking his cell and grabbing him by the arm, twisting it sharply behind his back at an odd angle, using it to move him out of the cell and out onto the block. Danica took both his wrists and handcuffed them to a railing outside of the cells, forcing him to bend over slightly, so the inmates on the other side of the block could see Dale's face and the rest of Dale's neighbors would no doubt see what she was about to do.
 
He was just about to protest, groaning in pain as his eyes watered.Damn this broad has sharp nails! he thought to himself.He was too distracted to even notice the stick fly at him, colliding with his skull in a most noisy manner.He could have sworn he heard his skull crack right before the rush of disorientation filled him.He was too stunned to resist her, or even really feel the discomfort of her wrenching his arm, it was all fuzzy and red.

He shook his head as everything swam back into detail."Oi, what the hell are you doing?" he barked, tugging at the cuffs as he began trying to wrench free of them, though she had indeed done them up tight."You really ARE a crazy bitch" he said with a glare.She may be able to beat him, but he'd been beaten before, he was sure he could take the lashing she'd give.Infact it was how he'd avoided becoming a prison bitch, he'd defy and take the beating while laughing until they became afraid of his inhumanity, or just give up.Little did he know that was about to change, he was about to be her bitch.
 
By this time, the cell block was quiet except for the sound of Danica's movement and Dale's insessant chattering. However, she did not answer him. He would find out soon enough what she was doing, without her having to say a thing. The woman grabbed onto the waistband of Dale's thin prison pants and then yanked them down with his prison-issue boxers, leaving him bare for the cell block to see. The woman stepped back to survey him, and her eyes eventually landed on the cock between his legs. Her hand reached down and issued a slap to the head.

"How many lashings should I give him, huh?" She asked, loud enough for the others on the cell block to hear and there was a silent pause before one prisoner replied.

"Ten!"

Another called out.

"Fifteen!"

And yet another.

"Twenty!"

Danica smirked and said aloud, "Twenty-five it is." The tall woman brandished her night stick and then brought it down hard against Dale's asscheeks.
 
He jerked and tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as the club collided with his ass, causing it to clench.The prisoners were whistling and wooing, urging her on.The first thwack had hurt substantially, and the fact it was a club instead of a whip would mean tons of bruises and a lingering soreness that would ensure he wouldn't be able to sit down for a month or two at least."I'll give you fifty bucks if you let me fuck him afterward!" one shouted with a laugh."Me too!" said another, it seemed there might even be profit in it too.

He had quit groaning and simply winced with each hard thwack to his rump.He counted the reverberating sounds each time, it was all he could do really.By the time she'd finished savaging his ass, he had slumped onto his knees, his head swimming with soreness and pain as he panted softly."M-mercy" he spat out quietly, for he hadn't been expecting her to snap like that, he never expected it of a woman.
 
Looked like this bitch needed to expect more from women. Danica smirked when he begged for mercy, but she was there to give him none. The brunette reached down and hauled Dale to his feet again so his ass was sticking up in the air. "Come on, pussy boy. These prisoners want your sweet little bitch cunt. Why don't we show them your goods, hnn?" A flash of evilness sped through her eyes as she used her hands to spread Dale's asscheeks, showing off his pucker and his balls.

"You want this, boys?" Danica called out to the boys on the block, and they whooped and hollared. The brunette smiled and then lifted her night stick, placing the blunt head at the entrance to Dale's body. "Let's see how tight this fuckhole is first, though. Are you a virgin, Dale? Or some regular prison bitch?" Danica then thrust the night stick forward sharply. Dale's ass resisted, then was forced to part for the head of the unrelenting object. She thrust it in completely, pushing it in as far as it could go.
 
Dale was so close to sobbing while on his knees, the horrid feeling in his gut was wrenching at him.He felt so disgusting, he had been made example of infront of the entire cellblock, if he wasn't a bitch before It was no doubt he'd be one soon.He bit his lip as she hauled him to his feet and spread him apart, gasping in pain as she manipulated his sore rump."Aww yeah, Give me some of that!" one of the larger prisoners said, a lust in his eyes that burned like the fires of hell.

"Please...enough" he said quietly, so the others wouldn't hear, but it was obvious his cries went unheeded.His body seized and his breath caught in one swift motion.It was a delayed reaction, but one well worth the three second wait.A sharp cry of pain escaped his mouth as he began to squirm and squeel."OWW, get it out, fuck fuck fuck, it hurts!" he croaked, his eyes watering as his virgin hole was torn, his muscles spasming around the stick."LOOK, A VIRGIN!" on of the inmates shouted, which practically started a riot in the cells at the prospect of 'Fresh Fish'.
 
Was Danica sorry at all this was happening? Slightly. She hadn't wanted it to come to this, but Dale just pushed her too far. The prisoner needed to be put in his place-- again and again and again. When that larger prisoner called out, the brunette turned to him and smirked. She then thrust the night stick so it was pressed all the way to the handle. Even with Dale crying out for mercy, she didn't stop. Instead, she turned to the large prisoner and called out, "Looks like you're getting some fresh cunt. Lucky you."

The female pulled the night stick out to the tip and then thrust it back inside of Dale's now deflowered hole, grinning sadistically as she did so. "Looks like you better hope none of these inmates are bigger than my nigh stick, because if so you're gonna be screaming even prettier than now," Danica joked, then laughed. And of course, all of the inmates were almost guarenteed to be bigger than the nigh stick, seeing as it was relatively thin.

"You, over there!" She called to the big prisoner. "Want him now?" When she got a reaction she grinned and went over to the big man's cell, then unlocked it and lead him out, to Dale. He towered over Dale.
 
Dale whined a tad as he felt the nightstick packing his fudge preemptively."Oh god no!" Dale cried, his struggle with the cuffs renewed as the large man walked over."Okay I'm sorry!.I'm sorry for all the names and ass grabbing, It wont happen again!" he pleaded, a dire look in his eyes.The man was likely to be horse hung and just as merciless."Just please don't let that fucker skewer me!" he choked out."He'll bloody well tear me in half!".The comment caused the rest of the cellmates to laugh as a chant began."Pussyboy, Pussyboy, Pussyboy!" the cells chanted in Unison.

Dale was scared shitless at the prospect of being made into a walking boy-cunt, and even more terrified it would be by this guy.Strangely he began to feel something else flood into him as the nightstick glided back and forth, arrousal. "O...oh my god I'm liking this!.God I feel so humiliated...but I feel so hot...I've never felt so horny!".His epiphany disgusted him in an ironic manner.He was humiliated and it turned him on, and he was humiliated he was turned on, it only made the problem worse.
 
After the man, Bruce, watched Dale for some time, watching him scream and beg not to be fucked hard. The large man simply smirked and reached between his legs to re-adjust a large bulge which confirmed Dale's worst fears. He was hung. Danica didn't pay attention to Bruce, and instead she knelt by Dale's face, reaching her hands up to grasp his jaw firmly, her nails digging into the flesh of his cheeks. "No, it won't happen again, pussyboy," Danica growled, then moved her hand to slap him hard across the face before grabbing his jaw again. "Because this inmate here will fuck you until you can't scream anymore, and then we'll get another inmate to fuck your boy-cunt. You'll like it, won't you?" The guard grinned.

Moving back around Dale, Danica's hand took ahold of the night stick and began thrusting it back and forth smoothly as Bruce's eyes watched the impaled hole, imagining his cock there. Conversationally, Danica asked without looking at Bruce, "So, how big's your cock?"

"Nine inches long, about three inches around," Bruce replied with a grin.

Danica cooed, "Hear that, bitch? Nine thick, meaty inches for your fuckhole to gobble up." She snickered and roughly yanked the night stick out. "Go ahead, inmate," she ordered.

Bruce jumped on the chance. He slid his pants down slightly and pulled his long cock out of his boxers. Dale wouldn't get to see the large, throbbing pole, but he could no doubt feel the thick, spongy head as it was placed against his newly-deflowered man-pussy. With a grunt, Bruce shoved his hips forward and shoved the head, as well as half his cock, into the very tight squeeze.

"Oh man! This bitch's pussy is tight!"
 
His eyes bulged almost as much as Bruce's crotch as he caught sight of him re adjusting.He gazed into Danica's eyes with fear as she spoke and slapped him."G-go to hell" he said weakly, his words lacked the gusto as he began to sob softly.His body quivered as she slid the stick back and forth, feeling disgusted that his own cock was erect and dripping.

It wasn't until the man mentioned the numbers nine and three that he began to squirm."what?!...no no no please!" he shouted, trying to squirm and get away, but Bruce's grip was far too strong.A gasp escaped his lips and his cheeks flushed a dark red as he felt the spongy tip of Bruce's long dong prod his hole.

The pain was piercing and it paralyzed him momentarily, it was only a few moments after Bruce had spoke that he let out a loud painful scream."FUCK FUCK, get it out, ohhhh god your going to rip me in two!" he shouted, panting and straining as he began to sweat, his eyes watering as it was all he could do to keep from crying like a bitch.
 
"Go to hell?" Danica growled back, then narrowed her eyes and looked back at Bruce, whose eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he tried to thrust the rest of himself into that tight, nearly-virgin fuckhole. Her gaze was drawn back by the painful scream, at which she smiled. It seemed like Bruce had thrust all of himself into Dale, and was groanin' almost as loud as Dale was screamin. Danica turned to address the other inmates of the block.

"Do y'all think Bruce here should let our little pussy bitch get adjusted?" Cries in the negative came back, and Bruce grinned at them. His large hands practically swallowed Dale's hips as they grabbed them, using them to pull out of his asshole and then ram back into the tight channel. Danica laughed and observed this with mirth, before her eyes caught something.

"Oh! Look here, men," she called out, bending over slightly to grasp Dale's hard, dripping cock tightly. "Our little cunt slut is dripping!" With that,s he laughed and squeezed his cock hard. "She fucking likes it!" Bruce grinned at this, too, and slapped Dale's ass hard with his large hand as his other hand reached up to grab at Dale's hair, using it instead of his hips to thrust in and out.

"You fuckin' cum dump, tell the block how you like it!" Bruce growled, with a particularly hard thrust and a pull on Dale's hair.
 
He gave a loud hard sob as he wrapped his arms around the pipe he was chained to, as if holding on for dear life.He so badly wanted to object, to tell them all to die, to tell Bruce to fuck off, quit it and knock it off.But another side was quelling all of it, the inner bitch was awakening.He cried quietly as he felt the hot trickle of blood flow from himself, Bruce was so thick he had slightly torn Dale's ring of muscle, though there was only enough blood to make it look just like Bruce had popped a real woman's cherry.

He heard the traitorous cries of the other in-mates."FUCK NO, LET HIM TAKE IT!" and "Wooo, show that bitch the meaning of life!".He couldn't believe it, but then again prison was eat or be eaten, bitch or master.Dale's face turned to a cringe as he felt Bruce's thick meatclub hands grip his hips for support, making his knees buckle slightly.

"N-no don't!" he cried as Danica gripped his member, making him twitch slightly in his sensitive state.He was hard as a rock, dripping precum, and throbbing hard....his own body was betraying him.He groaned as he buried his face in his arms, and he would have left it there until it was all over if Bruce hadn't grabbed his hair and forced his head back.The loud thwack filled the jail cell and actually made his cock spurt a jet of precum as he winced."Not that!" he shouted.
 
"I think he'd cum just from being fucked up the ass," Danica observed.

Some of the closer inmates saw that jet of pre-cum and called out lewd remarks like, "The bitch is creamin!" and "Man, I can't believe we didn't turn him into a slut ages ago!" Danica just listened and laughed, watching Dale as he tried to hide his shamed face.

"Bruce, looks like he likes being spanked," the female guard stated, and Bruce grinned sadistically and tugged Dale's hair back further, making his neck arch prettily as he used the handle to thrust in and out of Dale's torn ass. His free hand then began roughly slap the bitch on his ass, making it nice and pretty red.

"Do you like it, bitch boy? Answer!" Bruce growled, then roughly thrust into Dale using his hair.
 
He lost his grip on the pipe and was held up solely by the hair, his arms dangling as his eyes rolled back.The pleasure was setting in deep as Bruce's monstrous member glided along his prostate, the force of his thrusts making his member flail and fling precum.

His head was swimming and he could only just make out the voices, but he was too deeply confused to care until he felt the hard smacks.It was around the second to last spank that he lost it and came, shooting his seed all over the polished linoleum flooring, crying out hard as his body clenched snugly around Bruce, his back arching like a bow."Ohhh god!" he shouted as he panted, his head drooping as he allowed Bruce to thrust, he just didn't have the muscle control at the moment
 
Bruce figured that the way that Dale came was enough of an answer-- it really was perfect timing. All of a sudden Dale's insides grew even tighter around Bruce's thick pole, and the large inmate couldn't help but growl in pleasure and look down in lust at the way Dale arched so attractively. Not being able to help himself, he thrust into that tight body for a few more times until he filled Dale to the brim with his cum.

Once he was done filling Dale up, Bruce pulled out and Danica used her nightstick like a cork, to keep the cum inside of the tied up inmate. She then lead Bruce back to his cell, but not before the big man slapped Dale's ass a few more times. Once his cell was locked, Danica looked at the pathetic sight that Dale made, but she felt no mercy.

"So what do you say, guys? Should I make him clean up his mess, and put him to bed, or do a few more of you want to fill the bitch up with cum?"

The men hooted and hollared. Danica grinned and picked another male, John, then lead him out of his cell, over to Dale.
 
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