Part 15
The prisoner began to speak again, but the guard silenced her. “I forgot something,” he announced, rummaging in his canvas bag. “You’ve had fun with Mr. Nightstick, but I haven’t introduced you to your other cell-mate!” He triumphantly removed an object from the bag, and waved it in front of her face. It was a short, squat piece of shiny steel, bulbous at one end, and with a flared base and a ring at the other. “This is Mr. Fatty. He’s going to party in your little arse-hole all night, bitch!”
She remembered the guards mentioning this earlier, when she was being searched. She never imagined they were talking about this – this huge solid metal plug, that the guard was obviously intending to ram up her back passage. She began to beg again.
“Please sir, not that… please,”
“Relax, you whore, everyone knows what a perve you are; I bet you love shoving things up your dirty shit pipe.” He was squeezing some white lubricating cream on to the bulbous metal monstrosity, and doing it right in front of her eyes, so that she knew what was coming. The prisoner began to thrash around inside her cage as he moved round behind her, screaming her protests, but her head was well secured to the bars by her hair, and the cage was too small to allow much movement. She heard the creak of the cage door opening again behind her, and then a moment of exquisite coldness against her anus, before the smooth bulbous head of the butt plug was pressed firmly against her resisting sphincter.
“I said relax! You’re only making it fucking worse for yourself” commanded the guard, bringing both arms to bear on the task of twisting and pushing the metal invader into the caged woman’s anus. Suddenly, the plug entered her, its fat shiny head disappearing between the prisoner’s buttocks. She stiffened in shock, her chained hands balling into fists. An unearthly cry came from deep in her throat. Dane swung the cage door closed until its central bar just touched the ring at the base of the butt plug, then he chose a padlock just the right size to fit through the ring and round the bar, locking the butt plug firmly to the back of the cage. Finally he slowly pushed the cage door the rest of the way shut, which forced the butt plug further into the girl’s backside, though not quite up to the hilt. The prisoner panted, and moaned in distress, leaning forward to try to escape the terrible plug, an action which pulled her head back sharply and forced her face against the bars at the other end of the cage. She sobbed, finding that she could not move far enough to escape her impalement. Dane leaned against the cage door, holding it shut while he snapped the hasps closed, locking them with a pair of padlocks.
He returned to the front of the cage, and opened the canvas bag again. Prisoner Twelve looked at him through her tears, her anus uncomfortably stretched beyond anything she thought possible. She had never even seen a butt plug before now, and to have one forced inside her, and fixed there by the bars of the cage…was… indescribable.
“I haven’t forgotten you said you were thirsty, “ said Dane, holding up a plastic bottle filled with liquid, and another object that appeared to be a steel flask with a long curved tube screwed to the end. This tube resembled a black rubber dick bent into a right angle.
“Get your fucking mouth open, you slut, and you can suck on this. It’s like a hamster’s water bottle. It’s covered in rubber, but it’s actually steel inside”. She hesitated, knowing her thirst was extreme, but that once he pushed that tube into her mouth, she might not be able to remove it.
Dane held the steel flask close to the front of the cage, with the tube attachment at the base, so that the rubber and steel cock curved in through the bars and pressed against the prisoner’s tight closed lips. He reached into the cage with the other hand, and pinched one of the prisoner’s nipples, hard. Her cry of pain opened her mouth just enough, and Dane forced the mouthpiece in, stifling her mewling protests, until the tip of it reached the back of her throat and made her gag.
“Move back, you fucking stupid cunt, or you’ll choke” he growled, holding the flask against the bars, while he tightened the four bolts that held it in place. “Use your arms to pull yourself back.” The terrified prisoner flexed her arms, chained to the cage roof behind her, and forced herself back onto the butt plug, painfully stretching her sphincter further than ever, but discovering that she could breathe. If she allowed herself to fall forward so that her face hit the front end of the cage, the rubber and steel dick-tube would thrust itself down her throat and cut off her air. There was no way she could turn her head to get the rigid tube out of her mouth, but she quickly found she could achieve a sort of balance, a place where she could breathe, without being too painfully stretched by the plug. It required delicate control of her muscles to maintain this position, using not only her handcuffed wrists, but also her locked-down ankles and even her clamped hair for additional leverage. Once there, she could bite into the rubber-covered steel dick to anchor herself a little more firmly and prevent herself from sliding forward and being choked.
Danes unscrewed the top end of the metal flask and decanted the liquid into it from the other bottle; when the flask was full he screwed its top tightly back in place.
“This should re-hydrate you nicely, you suck on that, you cock-sucking bitch!”
He gathered up his canvas bag and stood up, stalking out of the cell and slamming the door with a deafening noise. The prisoner flinched in her tiny cage.
“Good night, Mr. Fatty,“ he called, “Sorry you have to share a cell with this empty headed cum-guzzling whore!”
With that, he turned off the light, plunging the cell-block into complete darkness, and left, slamming the cell-block door behind him. The prisoner, chained and naked in her tiny cage, with a steel butt plug rammed into her anus, and her mouth filled with a simulation of a fat cock that tickled her throat and constantly threatened to choke her, took a tentative suck at the evil tube that filled her mouth, and retched. It was urine.