Prison Sissy Novels & Stories

“Already getting hard for your Warden? Good boy. Healthy response. This fat cock is going to look beautiful when you’re earning rewards.” The air in the cell grew thick with male scent and raw hunger. Rico and Darius watched openly, their own jumpsuits clearly tenting. “Pretty little honey pot on him, Warden,” Rico called through the bars, his voice thick with approval. “Bet it’ll stretch real nice around that fat cock of yours.” Jax’s cheeks burned with shame, but his hips pushed forward into Marcus’s stroking hand anyway. "I hate how good this feels. I’m not some prison whore… but goddamn, his fingers teasing my sweet pot are driving me insane."

Instead, he embraced his predicament with a defiant demeanor, maintaining an air of arrogance and superiority even within the confines of the jail. Inside the prison, Ejay's presence stirred a whirlwind of emotions among the inmates. His notoriety preceded him, earning him both curiosity and caution from those around him. However, Ejay cared little for the perceptions of others. He saw the prison as just another battleground, a place where he could assert dominance. Ejay: (addressing a group of inmates) "You think these bars can hold me? I'm still the one in charge here!" His words sparked murmurs among the inmates, some intrigued by his audacity while others remained wary.

She thought, The man squatting in front of her was grinning from ear to ear. He raised her chin and said, “You are a pretty girl. They said you didn’t want to be imprisoned with women and that you insisted on living with us. You must be sexually unsatisfied, huh? Don’t worry, lassie! Us, boys will give you the time of your life!” “Hahaha!” “None of us will refuse a free meal!” “I never thought that we had have this kind of benefit in a prison. Boy, I love it here! That girl is a beauty!”

Charles I have been in coma for three months, why didn't these damn policemen allow me to die peacefully, who the fuck asked them to have my ass, and now that I woke up the first thing they did is to push me into the prison, they already sentence me to thirty years imprisonment even when I was in coma, why didn't they allow me to just die in peace, it's not surprising that non of my family members even asked of me, I have always promised myself that I rather die than step my feet into the prison wall but now that I already found myself in prison, they should get ready because I promise myself to get out of here within two months all thanks to Hennesy that thought me about the drug she took,

"Hey, who are you? Are you planning to take the girl away? Take me too!" "Please, take me too!" "Me too! Help! Help! I need your help!" "I'll pay you for the rest of my life, as long as you free me!" "Me too! I'll do anything if you help me!" "Help! Help! Help!" Instantly all the prisoners were in an uproar and they tried to whine at the man. The man looked increasingly agitated and a little scared as they were all noisy now. Which made the man just stare at Selena who covered her ears because of the noise and commotion.

He was equally surprised that I was calling, and had a lot of stories to share, all of which I bore zero interest in. “Um – Noah, Noah, Noah… Sir, you’d have to give me a few minutes to peruse my files. This prison is full of many convicts that I can barely remember all their names. I only keep tabs with the crazy lunatics…” he said. He had a breathy gravelly voice that pictured him as a short man with a pot belly and a tiny mustache.

There was an aura that surrounded him every time he was around, a brooding dark one that always wanted me far away from him but another that just made me my brain function less and want to piss him off more. When he was done, he brushed past me like I didn’t exist. I decided to open my mouth against my brain’s wishes. “I don’t have anything.” He paused in his steps and cocked his head to look at me but still remained quiet. “Not sure if you noticed, but I have been wearing the same clothes from since when you kidnapped me. I don’t have clothes or shoes or soap in fact. Even prisoners are fed and given basic necessities to survive.” The cord between my brain and my mouth must’ve been severed

Even Tega came with his girlfriend, Christy with his best friend, Dylan, and his girlfriend cousin Ivan with his girlfriend. There is no space in the courtroom because everywhere has been occupied. They are waiting for the criminals. In less than a minute, The policemen brought in Ivy, Grace, and Alexis as they were handcuffed looking dirty than the last time Malia and the others visited. "They are looking so dirty," Elle squeezed her face disgusting "Did you expect her to be pretty in the prison," Michel scoffed "Probably, they are teenagers. They are meant to be taken care of because they are looking like trash right now. If they can see themselves right now, I'm sure they will kill themse

" But also with those big tits, who resists? "He made fun of P2 out loud, laughing. "The handsome guy messed me with the whore last night, so I was wondering: Why does he bother to eat a slut, if he's eating first-rate meat with the rich whale? Yeah, I think so. I spent the whole night thinking about the idea and I didn't come to any conclusion. If it were me, if I had that whole plane available, I wouldn't have the dick in my pants anymore. I would put it in it on every visit, especially the intimate ones. But there are people who don't know how to enjoy it, and still keep interrupting other people's fucks. That's what I say, friends, this prison is full of fags and closeted fags. Holy shit

Most of the of the people in the cells are mostly innocent people who Sinclair have put here for not helping his course or finding out about his plans, But over the course of the time I've been here and Adonis became King he has released a lot of people, It wasn't a big prison anyway, we are about 50 inmates here, Life here has taught me a lot about life and making the right decisions at the appropriate time mostly as a man. Me and Rissa are seated on the table after waiting in line to collect our food from the prison cook. When we sat on the steel tables, Rissa bent her head down looking at her food and shook her head, She raised her head back up, “I'm fucking tired of this shit.” She moane