A Fantasy of a Womans Prison Becoming a llegalised Slave Service

Tania tried as hard as she could to swallow the captain’s seed. Even after all her time in having to suck men’s cocks she found the task disgusting. She tried to get comfortable in her cramped position under his desk. It was only her third day on punishment rota B and she knew it would get worse before it get better.

 Her bra hurt like hell, 2 cup sizes too small and with 144 drawing pins individually placed between both cups by her own hand it was always hard every morning when she was forced to put in on. 18 hours a day with sore tits and little trails of blood running down at various times of the day as she was moved around for her duties was so cruel. Actually her knees hurt more now as she rested over the connecting beam of his desk. Her round bottom fully exposed to any visitor to the captain’s office as her head faced his crutch. Her ankles firmly secured to the spreader bar ensured her openness.

Her mind briefly wandered back over her journey from the Ukraine to the sex industry in the UK. Her year of being forced to be a prostitute and then that raid by the immigration services which lead to her four year jail sentence .She could still not believe how harsh the penal system was in Western Europe. Still she tried to work out how may hours more shed be in the position.