Forced Femininity
Bitchboi, cunt, fa ggot cocksucker, fairy ass BITCH! I was a black guy’s bitch in prison. When I went in I was shaking with fear. And when you’re small and Caucasian, your life will be a living hell. I was approached by a white guy, he had tattoos all over his face and he looked like a demon. He told me that the other inmates were planning on ra ipping me and cutting off my genitals. He told me that the only way to stop it was if he protected me, and that the only way he’d consider protecting me was if I became his sissy - his woman. He told me he was going into the shower and was going to give me two minutes to decide. If I wanted his protection, I was to come into the shower naked, get on my knees, and suck his cock and swallow his cum. So I did it, and that’s how I became a prison “woman.”
After the blowjob, my new owner, kept me in his cell for a few days before selling me to a black inmate everyone called, Butakal. He had me moved into his cell. he shaved my head, and that night, he introduced me to anal sex. Within a week after arriving on the block, I was wearing lipstick, eyeshadow, and my buttocks had been tatted up with the signs of Butakal’s gang. I was owned body and soul, by another man! Butakal had renamed me with a female name; I was now, “Pretty Pinky.”
Imagine being a woman on the outside, and you are ra ipped. and after the ra ippe, you become your ra ppists property. That’s how it is in prison for a weak, feminine Caucasian guy! Nowhere to hide!
Initially my transition from man to lady was very confusing and really humiliating. I had always thought of myself as being male, and, though I wouldn’t have admitted it, and I am now so ashamed of it - because of white privilege - I was racist too. So suddenly I was forced to walk around in front of everyone - inmates and staff alike - wearing lipstick and bare legs, with a woman’s name! Not to mention having to perform sex acts on my master and with whatever man he told me to have sex with.
Well, I realize now that this was nothing compared to the way we Caucasian people have been treating people of color for centuries, and I know I deserved everything I got behind bars! I found myself doing things I wouldn’t have ever believed I would do. For example, Butakal would have me get his tray when they called his name and serve him - feed him. As his bitch, I went everywhere with him. If a basketball game or football game was on, I would sit next to him and be ready to get him drinks or snacks. My first week in he told me to lick his fingers clean because they had Cheetos residue on them. And if he had to piss, I would have to hold his dick while he pissed. And yes, it was my job to wipe his ass after he shit! I was an object of disgust to the prison population and the guards too. But because I was physically passable as a biological female, and when I wore makeup and sexy outfits, I was also an object of lust from the horny men behind those walls. And, as a ladyboy, I was considered to be an acceptable replacement for a biological girl.
Butakal would have me sashay naked, in nothing but a small bath towel that barely covered my tattooed buttocks, down the cell block, past the cells, soliciting men for sex. I became his top earner - just like a whore on the outside does for her pimp. Bareass bitch boy, hot feminine body, blonde hair, pouty red lips, eyeliner - a real whore, taken into cells and ra ipped for money! That’s the life of a weakling Caucasian in the joint.
After the blowjob, my new owner, kept me in his cell for a few days before selling me to a black inmate everyone called, Butakal. He had me moved into his cell. he shaved my head, and that night, he introduced me to anal sex. Within a week after arriving on the block, I was wearing lipstick, eyeshadow, and my buttocks had been tatted up with the signs of Butakal’s gang. I was owned body and soul, by another man! Butakal had renamed me with a female name; I was now, “Pretty Pinky.”
Imagine being a woman on the outside, and you are ra ipped. and after the ra ippe, you become your ra ppists property. That’s how it is in prison for a weak, feminine Caucasian guy! Nowhere to hide!
Initially my transition from man to lady was very confusing and really humiliating. I had always thought of myself as being male, and, though I wouldn’t have admitted it, and I am now so ashamed of it - because of white privilege - I was racist too. So suddenly I was forced to walk around in front of everyone - inmates and staff alike - wearing lipstick and bare legs, with a woman’s name! Not to mention having to perform sex acts on my master and with whatever man he told me to have sex with.
Well, I realize now that this was nothing compared to the way we Caucasian people have been treating people of color for centuries, and I know I deserved everything I got behind bars! I found myself doing things I wouldn’t have ever believed I would do. For example, Butakal would have me get his tray when they called his name and serve him - feed him. As his bitch, I went everywhere with him. If a basketball game or football game was on, I would sit next to him and be ready to get him drinks or snacks. My first week in he told me to lick his fingers clean because they had Cheetos residue on them. And if he had to piss, I would have to hold his dick while he pissed. And yes, it was my job to wipe his ass after he shit! I was an object of disgust to the prison population and the guards too. But because I was physically passable as a biological female, and when I wore makeup and sexy outfits, I was also an object of lust from the horny men behind those walls. And, as a ladyboy, I was considered to be an acceptable replacement for a biological girl.
Butakal would have me sashay naked, in nothing but a small bath towel that barely covered my tattooed buttocks, down the cell block, past the cells, soliciting men for sex. I became his top earner - just like a whore on the outside does for her pimp. Bareass bitch boy, hot feminine body, blonde hair, pouty red lips, eyeliner - a real whore, taken into cells and ra ipped for money! That’s the life of a weakling Caucasian in the joint.
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