Prison Sissy Novels & Stories

The police obtained statements from the witnesses and checked the surveillance footage above my head. Edwin suffered disability and disfigurement within just a few minutes, but that was just the beginning. He was then sentenced to 18 years in prison for attempted murder with aggravating circumstances. His mother was also forcibly admitted to a mental hospital, where she lived in a single room with iron bars. Not long after, Otelia forwarded me another piece of news. [Recently, dozens of streetwalkers were arrested in an underground red-light district during a series of crackdowns on pornography and illegal activities. Among them was a woman suspected to be a former artist named Verne Arabell

He knew his prison didn't have five star facilities that Ezra could feel comfortable living in. "Be patient. Everyone here doesn't know that we've been working together all this time, so I have to treat you like any other criminal. I have given you a special cell after all. You are not placed with other inmates.” “Still it sickens me. Things went awry in prison. The cage in front of me contained four perverts and one loser. I'm sick of watching them rape this loser every night." “Ah yes, Berry Woods and his three gank are quite famous around here. But that's a law of nature, you know. Those who are stronger bully those who are weaker.”

He then gave a pathetic fake cough and smiled sarcastically. "I don't know why the little sugar's with him." Frank chimed in with a pat on Byron's back as if they were old friends. They probably were considering they both hated Seth with every fibre of their beings. The prison officer rubbed his salt and pepper beard thoughtfully. "I agree. I mean, she's so innocent and you're so... not," he said to Seth, clearly trying to get on his nerves. Frank let out a sharp laugh, his rotting teeth visible through his grin and his eyes reflecting disturbing and vile thoughts. He was as ugly inside as he was outside. "Maybe not so innocent under all those clothes. Maybe Daisy just needs a real man t- "

"Chief!" Alpha Atticus's voice thundered through the corridors, a roar so fierce it seemed to shake the very foundations of the underground prison. He was beyond himself, a man unhinged, desperate for freedom to return to his beloved. His eyes were now bloodshot, the veins in his hands, which gripped the bars of his cell, bulging through his skin like thick ropes. He had been a prisoner for weeks, but in this moment, the walls felt like an unbearable coffin.

It seems like everyone is scared that Cole will be after them if they do. They slowly realized that they're the only ones laughing. The place became more silent after that. Missile's smirk faded. "Looks like these stupid babies fear you?" he remarked, scanning his eyes on everyone. "I wonder why?" There's a hint of amazement on his face. Well, everyone's gangster in here. Each and every one of them have committed a felony. There's a reason why they're contained in a maximum security prison. I mentally cried thanks to God when I successfully hid myself in the sea of entertained prisoners. I can still see the scene through the gap between the two big guys in front of me.

“I know you do, honey. You’d last long in this jail because I need someone to breed in me. I’m single now.” I shoved out the keys to the prison door. I opened it and entered the cell. “Ew, it smells awful here. Do you poop in here?” I asked, pinching my nose. “Nah, it’s just the sweat,” he replied. “Well, I don’t care. Pull off those stinky orange pants of yours ,” I ordered, and he did. I went on my knees, grabbing his huge cock. “Damn, this is huge. How do you carry such a massive weapon around?”

His agent, a small, fussy woman in her forties with a pixie cut, loved what he had already submitted, and assured him it was going to be a sure hit, “maybe even a New York Times lister.” He really didn't care. *** For Janice, life in prison went on as before, mostly boring and confining, with the occasional fight or scandal (always from other inmates, she made it a habit to keep her nose clean) to spice things up. There were no further problems with the girls who had threatened her. In fact, every time she walked by Kia Jackson in the yard or the cafeteria she noticed the woman crossing herself. She thought about taunting the woman, lurching at her or muttering some sort of pseudo-mystical f

"Old Wacko! I'll be leaving this place now! Thank you for taking care of me the past five years!" Emotions began welling up inside of Severin. When he was first sent to that prison, he witnessed how a gray-haired old man was bullied and withheld from having any food. Severin then willingly decided to share half of his food to the man. Everyone in prison called the old man a wacko because he was constantly mumbling about achieving immortality. Many ignored him, and some even abused him verbally, yet the Old Wacko seemed rather nonchalant about the whole thing. Severin was the only one who chatted with him every day, prompting the others to call Severin 'Little Wacko'.

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

Third person pov: The Council’s high-security prison was a cold, underground fortress made of white stone and reinforced steel. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sounds except for the hum of the air vents. In the center of the most secure cell sat Silas. He wasn't wearing his expensive silk suits anymore. He was in a plain gray jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled to the floor. But even in chains, he didn't look like a prisoner. He sat with his back straight, a calm, bored expression on his face.