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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: YOUNG ROBIN IN THE BITCH PRISON 3 – 4
Published: 05.12.2024
Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff
Synopsis: Robin and her teen boyfriend Roger got into some serious trouble when they followed a pack of Girl Scouts hiking up a mountain, quietly entering their camp in the middle of the night to rape and butcher the cute little girls and their leader. Roger used his powerful penis in them all, while Robin worked the big knife, to bloody effect. She was found guilty by a judge who didn’t understand, and sentenced to what had to be life in the toughest women’s prison in the State.
The bitch who lorded it over the inmates was in league with the Warden, as she gave him some great shows to jack off to on the high-definition monitoring system. Poor Robin, at only fifteen, was pitted against a seasoned gunfighter in the exercise yard, surrounded by the wings of the prison.
They had the space to themselves, with everyone having a front-row window on the seven-story buildings. They had both sharpened their nails, prepared to produce their opponent’s blood to color the proceedings. The two nude young cunts went at it, before first a pitchfork and then a crowbar were thrown in, to make it just a bit more interesting. It was.
Young Robin In The Bitch Prison 3 – 4
CHAPTER 3
The women in Reenee’s section were assigned to work in the prison laundry, along with boys and girls from the Young Offenders’ unit. Less than an hour after she started work, several of the other prisoners dragged Robin off to a back storage room.
The male prison guards ignored the action. They let the fucking Bull Dyke women administer their own justice, and for standing back, they got all the free sex they could take and were given a couple of young cunts to use and abuse at their parties every Saturday night.
When the door was safely closed, she was grabbed and held by three of them against a rough workbench. One of them slapped her hard on the face, blackening one eye, while another lifted the short skirt of her simple prison dress while another pulled down her grey cotton panties.
A twelve-year-old boy they had found somewhere and given access to the female prison dropped to his knees and began mouthing her exposed tender vagina with passion. The workbench had a hard edge she felt scraping against her upper buttocks. Fuck! She was sure she was going to pick up slivers.
Her arms were stretched out to the sides and held securely by the adult women. The feeling of the warm tongue and moist active lips against her delicate private sex organ was more than she could handle, and she moaned and spread her knees to make room for the young boy’s aggressive head pressing into her most private parts.
He was very good, and well trained, probably by these women prisoners. Robin was going crazy with the erotic sensations from that creatively thrusting tongue. Its moist warmth and sensuous movement over and inside her lust-inflamed sex organ made her wilt with erotic pleasure.
She was just entering her third orgasm when the boy was rudely jerked away from her steaming sex, and a pair of tongs closed over the delicate and inflamed sex meat. The woman holding the tongs squeezed them hard, hurting her pussy in their powerful grip, and used them to pull her beautiful sex organ out from her body, stretching it painfully.
Suddenly another woman produced a glowing hot soldering iron, and the big bitch mercilessly thrust the thick shaft against the side of Robin’s painfully stretched pubic mound. The glowing tip of the iron easily burned into and through the intimate female flesh.
The tool was searing and sizzling as it plunged deeper into her. It emerged inside her squeezed pussy, burned through the inner lips, and then emerged out the other side of her distended pleasure mound. In that one heinous act, Robin’s marvelous little pussy had been brutally pierced.
She screamed as the monstrous hot iron was suddenly jerked out of her, with tiny bits of her damaged sex meat cooked right onto it. Before she could react further, a thick iron ring, open on one side, was thrust into the new hole, and when it had entirely pierced her sex mound,
Robin was pushed down to the floor, with her ringed cunt set over the anvil, and the huge ring was hammered closed, permanently locking it in her little vagina. She was mortified. She stood up, her knees shaking from the incredible inhuman abuse she had endured.
Then, as the pain subsided, she noticed the pull of the iron ring hanging from her vagina. It weighed three pounds, and at the moment it felt like fifty. As it pulled the cunt-flesh downward, it caused the inner lips to tug at the hood over her clit.
She took a couple of steps and discovered any movement she made caused the huge ring to tug at her inner cunt-lips, which in turn caused an even masturbating motion on her clit. With that simple alteration of her sex organ, she was now doomed to be in constant heat!
Robin was unable to pull her panties into place with the monster ring attached to her pubes, and as she looked at it, she felt with a sinking feeling that she would never again be able to take a thrusting penis into her vagina, as the ring pierced her love tunnel, effectively blocking penile entry.
Her heart sank as she realized she would never again enjoy a man’s sex organ thrusting in a fucking motion in her womb. At best, she realized, she would only get a guard into her anyway. She would have to find an alternate form of sexual gratification.
The next morning in the exercise yard the head guard forced eight of the women inmates to line up and to bend over a wooden rail. Their skirts were raised and their panties lowered, then a pole with a dirty damp rag tied on the end was swabbed into each of the ladies vaginas.
The guard repeated the trip along the line three times, in both directions, so that the rag was used to transmit any yeast infections from cunt to cunt. The woman standing beside Robin explained to her that this was a special punishment and that these were known as the fish women.
They were kept together in a special cell, and the exercise she was watching was a whim of the warden. He became a raving sadist when he smelled the aroma of a ripe cunt. He had set these women aside to provide him with the desired fishy cunt odor.
The mop was to ensure the uniform development of vaginal yeast infections. None of the ladies were allowed to bathe, and the same damp and dirty rag was used to probe them internally each day. Their life was reduced to daily penetration by the filthy mop and a constant round of rubbing themselves raw.
The result was that all of their pussies become very ripe, their cell smelled like a fish market, and their stinking cunts became so itchy that they scratched themselves raw incessantly, which kept their clits erect and their sex juices flowing.
They scratched themselves so much that their disgusting cunts were constantly red and begin to swell out. It was a very interesting experiment in culturing a community cunt rash. This specially cultured yeast infection was appropriately dubbed “The Curse”.
Any guard who stepped out of line was required to have sex with one of these beautiful women with these beautiful but disgusting-smelling cunts. The result was he became infected with the special culture, which caused him deep itching inside his penis.
Before too long, this developed into a drizzle and the growth of warts on his fuck shaft. Unsuspecting new female convicts loved the feeling of the studded penis fucking them until they too began to smell like fish and itch with an insatiable burning, prickling itching.
There was no cure for “The Curse,” which was not life-threatening but provided an incredible and ongoing irritation. Once a guard had transgressed and was infected, he was limited to fucking the infected women. Once off duty, of course, he could fuck any woman or girl he wanted, guaranteeing the continued spread of “The Curse.”
Any female prisoner who stepped out of line was required to join the ranks of the ‘keepers of the yeast,’ by joining in the disgusting daily cunt-swabbing, to be infected with “The Curse”. The program had begun less than a year ago with three re-captured escapees, and their ranks had slowly grown to the present eight.
The infected fish women became permanent hosts to the incredibly vile and virulent strain of the vaginal yeast developed through this long-standing practice of reverse feminine hygiene. Their cage was where justice was dispensed to transgressing guards.
This prison had become a whole counter-culture for those with no life or future outside its walls. And like many such cultures, this one had developed a distinctly regressive tone. Power was everything, and the expression of power was to humiliate and sexually debase those prisoners who were controlled.
Robin was in the first stage as a new prisoner. She was getting a tough but necessary education into the brutal realities of prison life, of the tight hierarchy within the large group of female prisoners, and the ways that the prisoners, the guards, and the prison administration all
interacted.
She was thoroughly shocked and disgusted at what she was learning, and also fearful for her own personal safety. Some of the women wore disfiguring scars, and there were even a couple who were amputees. These became good at giving a stump-fuck, which was in demand by the ladies.
There were a few girls younger than Robin, one of them only thirteen, who were the sexual playthings of the others. Most of those who had been in the prison more than six months had been scarred or mutilated’ it seemed to be a norm around the place.
She found out that many of the beautiful young women had been permanently disfigured, both as a form of punishment and for entertainment, by guards and by other prisoners, while they were inmates in the prison. It seemed to be the way things worked around there.
Young Robin saw clearly that her years ahead in this maximum-security prison for hardened criminals and tough-minded prison guards were not going to be easy if she should survive them, nor would they be pleasant. She would have to be a tough cunt, that was for sure.
CHAPTER 4
This was a place where an attractive young female would have to fight desperately to survive, and her very survival might depend on her ability to take all of the horrible treatment and sexually degrading harm that the leaders of the degenerate older female cons and the merciless guards dished out.
The terrified young girl was stretched out on the top of a solid wooden butcher table when Robin entered prison’s big kitchen. She had been told there would be excitement in the kitchen after the exercise period, and she found there was already a sizeable gathering when she arrived.
It was punishment night, and Robin had heard there was to be a severe entertainment torture session that everyone on her cell block was required to attend. It was very serious, because it was to be conducted by the big tough bitch Marsha, who ruled the women’s wing of the prison.
There were no further details, because it had all come through word of mouth. Robin was told that these special sessions wer always very brutal, and that the victim would at the very least require weeks to recover on the prison’s hospital ward.
Four of the tough female prisoners held the girl as Marsha ripped off her clothing, destroying the prison garb in the process. This in itself was a bad omen for her. In moments the girl, a bit older than Robin but still in her teens, was totally naked, and shivering uncontrollably from stark fear.
Beside her, on the griddle, were three empty frying pans and some large iron pokers, all smoking from being super-heated. The naked teenage girl was a thief. She had been caught stealing a cigarette from another girl’s cell. She had lied, saying she was just returning a cigarette.
because she had borrowed one earlier. She had been beaten by the guards who had found her in the act, and then they had taken her directly to Marsha. Without asking any questions, Marsha called the evening punishment session immediately.
Now the girl was stretched naked before the assembled prisoners, displaying her neatly trimmed cunt for all to see. The organ was pierced with a heavy iron ring like the one Robin wore, and she wore large but thinner rings through her nipples. She was an erotic sight stretched out and helpless, and Robin felt a stirring in her loins.
Robin stood with the other inmates and watched the horrific proceedings. Marsha took a large butcher’s cleaver and held it high. The bitch holding the naked girl’s right foot lifted her right knee and placed the foot flat, with the girl’s toes spread near the edge of the block. The little toe was pulled out from the others, and the barefoot was pressed hard against the butcher block.
An arch of hot golden urine sprayed up from the teenage girl’s moist vagina as she screamed out in her naked terror. Marsha checked the faces of the other prisoners, and saw with satisfaction the looks of near shock on the newer faces, as they anticipated the impending horror.
The question was not what was going to happen, but when the blade would actually whack off the guilty young girl’s toe. Marsha was particularly satisfied to see the startled face of young Robin, whose mouth was spread wide from her dropped jaw.
Suddenly the heavy blade fell, and Marsha displayed her skill as she neatly chopped off the girl’s smallest digit. The victim’s lean hips bucked, and she shit out a fat stool. The steady rapid pulsing of the small jet of blood showed the girl’s racing pulse.
Without pause, her left hand was spread on the table, and almost before she could grasp what was about to happen to her, the sharp cleaver struck, cleanly severing her thumb. The strong woman restraining the girl flipped her up onto her side, spreading her legs, and the large butchers cleaver fell again much more forcefully this time.
It completely cut off her right foot just above her slender ankle. Triple jets of her blood spurted from the stump of her lower leg, and the severed foot fell to the floor. Marsha picked up one of the hot pans from the stove and thrust the bottom against the bleeding end of the vandalized leg, effectively cauterizing it and stemming the flow of blood.
Marsha’s face showed a depraved grin of satisfaction as she pressed the base of the glowing hot pan against the bleeding stump, painfully scorching the raw flesh to close the arteries. Everyone could hear the sputtering of broiling flesh as smoke rose to confirm the damage that was being done where the foot had been removed.
The beautiful young girl was now maimed for life. The naked victim sobbed uncontrollably from the pain and horror of her barbarous treatment at the hands of the prisoners’ Amazon leader. Lifting the sobbing cunt’s head by the hair, Marsha pressed the base of the piping-hot pan against the girl’s cheek.
When she pulled it away, the cheek was an angry red and charred at the edges, deeply burned. As the startled female prisoners watched, a huge blister rose on her face, surrounded by a rim of smaller blisters over a deep purple discoloration.
Her tender face meat had been severely burned, with some of the meat cooked. The intent had been to make her suffer now, and to permanently scar her. Discipline in this prison was harsh, and the women were not yet finished with this young thief.
The pan went back onto the grill to reheat, and Marsha instructed her four helpers to flip the young bitch over onto her hands and knees. When she was repositioned, her spread buttocks revealed the puckered starfish of her anus neatly tucked in the spread pocket of her ass slot.
The opened moist folds of her pretty vagina, neatly trimmed of its curls along its sides, were also prominently displayed. Marsha insisted that all of the prisoner bitches pluck the hair from their crotches regularly, denuding the sides of their cunts and their ass cracks.
This left only a neat puff of pubic hair at the top of their pubic mounds, well above the hood of their clits. This was the way she liked to see cunts so that they were fully visible, with no danger of being obscured by excessive pubic curls, which many of the girls had. This was particularly true of the Hispanics, the Italians, and the Indians.
With this regular enforced genital trimming, all of the females in the ward had their vulvas ready and properly prepared for intimate observation at all times. It was not for cleanliness that the cunts were bare, but for the raw sexual gratification Marsha got from looking at bare pussy meat.
She liked to see cunts and the groin area around them neatly displayed, and she disliked getting hair in her teeth when she practiced oral sex with her partners. Every prisoner but the fish women were prospective love partners for the lesbian dyke.
This meant that every cunt had to be plucked clean for instant display at all times. She told the kneeling girl to shit again and slapped her ass to make her point. Without hesitation, the sobbing young girl obeyed. The long dark stool she produced curled, then dropped to the table.
With a second powerful slap across her bare ass, the girl promptly produced a third fat stool, which was followed by a diminishing string of lighter-colored turds that curled into a heap on the larger faces. When her colon was cleared, she was given a series of enemas of hot soapy water.
This effectively flushed out the lower holding portion of her digestive tract so that she would not foul the instruments that were going to be used inside her. Marsha had done this particular operation many times before and as she
expected, the hot water enemas had made the girl’s anus curl outward into a full-lipped pucker.
She stuck a finger into the puffy rectum and pulled on it severely. As she did, a white-hot electric needle was thrust through the thick roll of the girl’s strained sphincter muscle, piercing it. Quickly an open iron ring was thrust through the fresh bleeding hole, and once it was in place, large pliers clamped the ring closed, giving the young amputated girl a cute permanent anal ring.
The young bitch was now a properly marked female prisoner, identified by her amputated foot and digits and her rectal jeweler as a perfect little asshole thief. Justice was swift, and the treatment exceedingly cruel here in Bitch Prison.
Robin was so shocked by the treatment she saw and received that she had no thoughts of her past behavior or remorse for how she and Roger had treated those stupid little girl scouts and their teenage leader. Every day she felt more and more like a piece of meat, and she started to think of all of the prison women in the same way.
In truth, the fight should never have happened, as far as Robin was concerned, but what could she do? It was one of the small slender and big-breasted girls that Bitch Queen Marsha liked to play with, a pretty twenty-two-year-old bitch with a deep cunt.
Her organ was so stretched that she could take Marsha’s fist and give good fist back. Her name was Nancy. She had been caught by Marsha in the cell of another bitch, with her fist buried deep in the other woman’s womb. Marsha had hit the other bitch hard in the face with the heel of her hand, driving the cartilage of the woman’s nose back into her brain, killing her instantly.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR