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And yes, Rachel learns that she's part of the sexual underclass too, a born victim.
Of course *I* don't really believe Carrie deserves anything that happens to her, though she is in a sense a born victim, she sort-of invites it with her guilelessness. But in reality I believe that guileless people should not be taken advantage of, sexually or otherwise. In these stories, being a guileless female invites disaster, but being female is likely to lead to severe mistreatment too... the authorial perspective is "cunts were born to suffer."
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Re: Carrie's Hard Time
Teaser: “No… no, they’ll kill me! You can’t! You mustn’t! I’ll die in there!”
“Well, that is a possibility,” chuckled the guard not called Melissa. “But the way we see it, what’s one cunt more or less for a little peace in here?”
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Title: Carrie's Hard Time
Author: Skuttrusk
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Content Warnings: This one is very nasty, with extreme violence, injury detail and scat.
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Carrie's Hard Time
Chapter 2
Two handcuffed prisoners were marched into an imposing, brutalist concrete building lit by greenish striplights. Carrie, being quite unable to support herself, was dragged: the two burly female guards took an ankle each and hauled the moaning girl face down, first across the rough asphalt that grazed her face, tits and belly, then across the very slightly less rough concrete flooring of the prison itself.
A checking-in process was begun – the prisoner’s names were noted, along with their crimes against society and masculinity. Then they were uncuffed, only so that they could undress. Carrie, being naked already, didn’t need to be unshackled.
The guards judged that Carrie had been “resting” long enough and forced her two walk with the Black whore and the victim of battery, into the showers.
“EEEEK!” screamed Carrie as a jet of ice-cold water sprayed without warning, hitting her full in the jugs. The others reacted similarly, with a loud “Shit!” from the whore. The guards merrily forced their victims to stay under the needle-sharp jets of freezing water for twenty minutes, until they were shuddering violently, teeth chattering together, flesh all goosepimpled, nipples like pips.
Carrie was expecting them to be issued with uniforms next, and hoped the overalls wouldn’t be too hideously orange. But they were told that uniforms were only handed out on the second day of internment, so they were all marched, barefoot and still wet and glistening, towards the cells.
“First stop,” said one of the jovially mean guards, and a cell door was opened with a squeal. Inside were three meek-looking young women in garish orange overalls. The face of one was deeply bruised, one eye swollen shut.
The Black whore was ushered into this cell. “You can be top bitch amongst this little pack,” said one of the guards. The whore established dominance immediately by pulling the bruised girl off her bunk with a savage yank to the earlobe. “I’m sleeping here,” said the whore, and plumped her full, shiny bottom onto the mattress.
“You’re next, mouse,” said a guard, opening another cell and prodding the battered wife forward with her nightstick. Inside the cell were three brutal-looking inmates, their bodies, bulbous with either musculature or fat, straining at their jumpsuits. The skinny little naked girl with black eyes was dwarfed when they slowly rose to surround her.
“Oh dear,” she said, and as Carrie was marched on deeper into the prison complex, she heard a brief scuffle, a soft “no!” a series of heavy grunts…
“Where… where are we going?” Carrie managed to ask, as she was led deeper into the reinforced concrete warren.
“Well, we can’t lock a special princess like you up in just any nasty old cell,” said one guard, winking at the other.
Carrie was so dazed from the multiple blows on the head she’d received since her conviction that she missed the sign reading MALE UNIT. And the graffiti underneath saying Abandon Hope All Ye Who Are Entered Here.
It was only when the trio started to approach a particular cell, initially too dark to make out details in…
“Wakey, wakey, fresh meat!” called one of the guards.
Then men, huge, musclebound, fierce-looking men, one by one appeared at the bars.
“Oh great, more rapemeat. The last ine didn’t last nearly long enough, Melissa!” called one man.
“Wh-what?” Carrie managed.
“Hope you don’t mind,” said the guard called Melissa, “We find throwing a stress toy to our more violent and dangerous prisoners cuts down on disturbances, helps pacify the populace. Of course, these are your real hardened rapists here. Regular rapists almost never draw jail time, they don’t even get convicted, not even prosecuted. To end up in here they have to really fuck a cunt up, heh.”
Carrie began to back away but the guards held her firm, their strong hands pinching into her arms as they pushed her towards the murderous cell. The prisoners were now hooting and yammering with lust. Carrie’s bare feet scraped on the cement floor as the tried to resist.
“No… no, they’ll kill me! You can’t! You mustn’t! I’ll die in there!”
“Well, that is a possibility,” chuckled the guard not called Melissa. “But the way we see it, what’s one cunt more or less for a little peace in here?”
Melissa produced a set of large keys and opened a door in the cell. This did not free the prisoners, as it led into a little sub-cell, large enough only for one person to stand in. They jostled Carrie into the holding pen and slammed the door on her. Immediately a bunch of big hands were thrust through the bars, groping at her naked body. Still handcuffed, Carrie had no way to defend herself from the rough hands mauling and pinching at her tits, and even when she backed away and pressed against the cold bars, they had no trouble reaching her, clutching between her legs, plucking at her nipples, pulling her hair.
“We had to install a kinda airlock so we could feed cunts in there without a riot breaking out,” said Melissa, still laughing. “OK, stand back, boys.”
The arms withdrew. Carrie cowered into the corner. Melissa pressed a button by the cell and the inner door clicked open automatically. In an instant, Carrie was grabbed and dragged into the main cell by a dozen big hands.
“Try to make this one last a little longer than last time,” grinned Melissa. You won’t get a fresh cunt for, oh, at least a week maybe.”
“We can’t help it if the rapemeat is so fuckin’ fragile,” said one bearded and tattooed individual. “I just gave the last one a little love tap and the cunt got a fuckin’ compressed vertebra.” And to demonstrated, as Carrie wriggled in the men’s sweaty grasp, he gave her a mighty slap across the face, making her head spin to the side and her ears ring.
Melissa pulled up a wooden chair, sat, and lit a cigarette.
“Well I don’t mind what you do to the slut, so long as I get to enjoy the free show.”
“Please,” said Carrie, one whole side of her face red and stinging, the taste of blood in her mouth.
“The bitch said ‘please,’” remarked one old-timer, and all the men laughed.
“Well, let’s give her what she needs,” said a huge individual who had been sat on a bunk the whole time. “But we do it in an orderly fashion, so she doesn’t break too soon. And I go first.”
There was a chorus of moans from the men. “But if you go first… you’ll ruin at least one hole before we start.”
Carrie’s eyes opened wide in alarm. The old timer sidled up to her, taking the opportunity to paw her tits. “Megaton is so well-endowed he always found it difficult to get a bitch to take him on. So he turned to rape, and found it much more enjoyable than regular fucking. Rape really is more fun, missy!” And he gave her left breast a playful pinch.
Megaton stepped forward, pulling his overalls down, revealing a cock the size of which Carrie had never before witnessed except maybe on a horse.
“Oh my God!”
“Maybe we should let the little lady choose which hole it goes in?” smiled Megaton.
“No!” cried all the men at once. One elaborated: “The cunt NEVER gets to choose! I say shove it where it’ll do her the most good – up the ass!”
“UP THE ASS! UP THE ASS! ASS-RAPE! ASS-RAPE!” chanted the men.
“Oh no… not that!” gasped Carrie, but the men flipped her round and pressed her body against the bars.
All Carrie could see was Melissa, sitting and grinning and smoking and watching. “Normally,” said Melissa, a cock that size would need major lubing, but Megaton, he likes to go in raw.”
“Wha…?” began Carrie, but then switched to “No… NO!... NOOOOOO!!!! It’s too big! You’re killing me!”
The men laughed. “You just told Megaton exactly what he likes to hear!” chortled the old-timer.
Carrie felt the colossal, bulbous head of the man’s shaft pushing in dry. Her asshole was expanding like ripples in water where a stone is thrown. She couldn’t believe the size of this thing, the unlubricated girth forcing its way into her bowels. She was already weeping from the pain.
And all the men, and the woman outside, simply found her suffering hilarious.
“Oh my God!” wailed Carrie. She felt like she were giving birth through her asshole, only in reverse.
“Grit your teeth, cunt, I;m shoving in all the way,” hissed Megaton. And he did.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Carrie, straight from her heart, a terrible keening yowl like an impaled cat, channelling all the heartbreak and sense of injustice and sheer physical anal agony she felt.
The crowd applauded.
Megaton began raping Carrie’s asshole with relentless, pounding strokes, his huge balls slapping against her cunt as he drove into her, her dry asshole clinging to his ramrod as he withdrew, only to sink in ruthlessly again.
Racking sobs shook Carrie’s entire frame and made her adorable tits jiggle deliciously, a spectacle much enjoyed by Melissa, the only one who had a view of them, poking between the bars. Stirred by the sight, Melissa rose from her seat, approached, and flicked on the flame of her Zippo.
“You may be a fucking bimbo retard,” said Melissa, “but you sure have a nice set of jugs, rapemeat!” And she touched the flame to Carrie’s left nipple.
Carrie flinched, setting off more attractive vibrations in her tits. A little red scorch mark appeared on her skin. Melissa liked the effect and began to repeat it, marking Carrie’s tits all over. She leaned in and kissed Carrie on her pain-contorted mouth.
“You know I get a crack at you when the boys are finished? If there’s anything left of you, heh heh!”
And, aroused beyond words, she puffed on her cigarette until the tip glowed, blew smoke in Carrie’s face, and touched the cigarette end to Carrie’s clit.
“MWAAAAOOOOOWWWW!!!” cried Carrie.
“Come on, let’s use the cunt’s other holes before Melissa burns all the prettiness out of her!” suggested the old-timer.
Melissa the guard gave a little wave as Carrie, still with Megaton’s huge member shoved deep in her bowels, was turned away from the bars and bent over so another inmate could exploit the possibilities of her sweet mouth. Realising she ought to try to be as pleasing as possible to escape as much abuse as she could,
Carrie attempted to suck lovingly on the mouth-rapist’s rather dirty, odorous penis.
“Man, look at the slut go,” said the old-timer. “The whore loves the taste of Dirty Dingus’s dingus!”
“She wouldn’t be so keen if she knew where it’s been!” laughed another prisoner.
Carrie was rewarded for her sluttish enthusiasm by having the malodorous member rammed right down her throat, as Megaton drove a huge, ham-like fist into her side.
“Aw yeah, hit her again,” said the throat-raper, “That feels so good on my cock!” And so Megaton kept punching Carrie in the kidneys with professional-boxer-quality blows as she choked, her eyes watering, her throat quivering around the stinking erection imprisoned within it.
The small old-timer scuttled under Carrie’s bent form to tweak at her hanging tits, palpating the flesh and pinching the nipples gleefully. He paid particular cruel attention to the most burned nipple, delighting in how each yank, twist and squeeze provoked quivers in the spitroasted bitch’s belly and breasts.
Prisoners, unfortunately, were not permitted belts, so despite Carrie’s bare back and buttocks presenting a tempting target for a whipping, it looked as if they would go unlashed. But one inmate had foreseen this possibility and had improvised his own scourge, highly illegal and usually concealed under his bunk. This ingenious device was a mere strip of fabric, but he had decorated it with shards of broken glass, twisted nails, razors, and tin-can lids, their sharp, serrated edges folded into entertaining shapes, attached with glue which stiffened the whole whip until it was as much cudgel as lash.
When Carrie felt this assortment of spikes and blades slash into her shoulders she gave a choking scream onto Dirty Dingus’s cock, causing him a delicious shiver of pleasure. Drops of blood immediately pooled on her back, blossoming from the long red whip-marks inscribed by the cunningly improvised instrument of torture.
WHACK! He struck again, decorating Carrie’s lower back with a series of thin slashes and prickings. And so he began striking her arching back in rhythm of the thrusts of the two rapists and the thumping of Megaton’s fists into the poor girl’s sides.
WHACK! The third stroke landed on Carrie’s buttocks, again drawing blood. The sadist had to take care not to scratch Megaton, which would have meant certain death, but he was a dedicated man and had, through long practice torturing countless women and girls, achieved superb accuracy with his weapon.
Soon, Carrie’s back and ass were awash with red, scratched, welted and cut in a vivid series of lines, while her front and back continued to be reamed. Suddenly the cock in her throat spasmed and pumped a thick load into her throat, mouth, and finally face, as Dirty Dingus withdrew in triumph.
“Bring the cunt over here,” called an emaciated, toothless men, sitting on a bunk with his prong erect. Megaton grinned and swung Carrie around, lowering her onto the man’s cock as he knelt before him. Carrie felt her pussy filled for the first time that day, stretching her out as the new intruder fought for space against the monster in her butt.
“C’mere, slut,” said the toothless man, and pulled Carrie to him by her blonde locks, engulfing her lower face with him gummy maw and slurping at her, his tongue forcing its way between her startled lips. Then he yanked her head back and spat in her face, his spittle tainted with the cum recently shot into her unwilling mouth.
This innocent act led to a frenzy of spitting, with Carrie soon drenched with bubbly saliva and phlegm which soaked her hair, ran down her face into her eyes and mouth, dribbled onto her tits, making them glossy and highly suitable for smacking. They duly got smacked, hard. The way they swung from side to side at each wet, reverberant impact was thrilling, so the inmates lined up to let her have it, while Megaton’s vicious anal thrusts lifted Carrie up, almost off the emaciated man’s cock, then pulled her back down into it with stabbing impact.
Of course Carrie’s lovely mouth couldn’t be left unraped for long, and soon a man on the left whose face and build she never got a clear look at had grabbed her by her tresses and forced her mouth down onto his chubby dick. Carrie applied herself to sucking earnestly, either through some primitive cockslut-instinct or naïve self-defence, hoping at least one rapist might go easy on her.
Some hope! Triple-penetrated, Carrie was plaything for these vicious perverts and killers for hours. After Megaton blasted a searing load of criminal cum into her aching rectum, his cock was replaced by others, using the blood from her torn anal lining and the semen oozing out of her as lube. She was slapped, punched, pinched and bitten. Her pussy was violated by every man in the cell, even Megaton, who recovered his awesome erection in minutes and shoved its unwashed, ass-tainted length into her dripping cooze with relish.
Face-down on one mouthraper after another, Carrie was repeatedly donkey-punched in the back of the head to encourage her efforts and to make her cunt and asshole twitch around the rapist cocks embedded in their velvety snugness.
Hands gripped her slender neck and choked her into near unconsciousness again and again, before slapping her awake with ear-ringing back-handers, or raining punches on her cheeks, eyes, nose, lips and jaw.
Her tits made delightful punchbags too: cupping one marvelously gelatinous handful from below, a convict could slam his knuckles into it from above, crushing the tender flesh so it deformed and rippled excitingly, soon to discolour into purple bruising.
The next, particularly degrading and disgusting part of Carrie’s ordeal (and sensitive readers may wish to look away) arose when Dirty Dingus availed himself of
Carrie’s well-raped butthole, positioning her anguished face over the cell “toilet.”
The actual toilet having long since been broken, this consisted of a heavy metallic dish into which several of the cellmates had recently voided their bowels. Dingus, spearing Carrie’s holy of holies, followed this rude assault by shoving Carrie’s astonished features into the steam bowl of shit. The poor girl didn’t even
have time to close her mouth, which had for some time been frozen in an “oh” of sublime alarm and agony.
SQUELCH! Carrie’s pretty face was smeared around in the filth for long minutes as Dingus jabbed at her back passage with brutal thrusts, until at last he yanked her painfully by the hair upwards to display her shit-besmirched face to the laughing, jeering buddies.
Then SPLAT! down she went again into the brimming bowl of fly-blown faeces.
Adding to the general glee, the old-timer started to urinated into the toilet – ie onto the back of Carrie’s head. His hot piss flowed down her face, into her eyes and mouth. More men eagerly joined the micturating assailant and Carrie was soon drowning in salty piss. Dingus began rhythmically pulling her face out of the mire before slamming it down again, mashing the bowl of shit into a runnier paste as Carrie’s squinting, moaning face was used as a mortar with the “toilet” as pestle.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Carrie’s whole face was brown apart from the two red streaks running from her nostrils, where repeated impacts had given her a copious nosebleed. After a dozen or so more SPLATS her succulent lips also began to redden.
When Dingus shot his load into Carrie’s burning bowels, the next assailant flipped her onto her back, shoved her knees up to her tits, and commenced spearing her cunt.
It was inevitable, what happened next. Perhaps only men as depraved as this would have done it, but there was zero chance of such men not doing it. They lifted the “toilet,” brimming with a swampy brew of shit and piss beaten into a gooey mulch with Carrie’s own face, and tipped it over her, several of them holding her head so it faced up, and holding both her jaw and her eyelids open to receive the thick, stinky blessing.
“Glub! Plaugh! Gluck! Blurgh!” choked Carrie as the filth rained down on her and into her.
There was a considerable amount of spillage, but as the raping continued, Carrie was allowed to lick that up, encouraged by multiple hard kicks to the stomach and cunt. This led to an impromptu cunt-kicking contest (won by Megaton after everyone had three shots) designed to make Carrie’s cunt swell up so it might be work raping some more. This did indeed work for a while, with her pussy being violated six more times, but the effects were not long-lasting.
“I think she’s ready for a fisting,” said Megaton.
“Oh God…” said Carrie, through bruised, swollen and bleeding lips, for about the fiftieth time.
The multiple cocks forced into Carrie’s aching twat had loosened her up, but to accommodate a human hand she needed gentle stretching – three fingers, four, five. Needless to say, she didn’t GET gentle stretching. Instead, a prisoner with massive hands and thick, muscular forearms simply made a fist and started ramming into her pussy, starting with a piledriver punch, then slowing to an agonizing insertion once Carrie’s battered labia were taut around his knuckles. Deeper and deeper he went, until the huge fist as pressing painfully against the pinioned cunt’s cervix.
“That’s good,” said Megaton. “Now let’s see you take mine.”
Carrie shuddered at the sight of Megaton’s even larger fist and bulging arm almost as thick as her head, thinking he was going to replace the brute currently wearing her torso like an opera glove. But no.
“I reckon you have room enough for two,” said Megaton, easing his fingertips into Carrie’s throbbing, burning asshole. “I’m going to shove this up until you can taste it, cunt.”
Carrie would have said she no longer had the strength to scream, but she’d have been wrong as usual:
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed ad she felt her anus horrifuingly distended, until her belly was bulging from the two massive arms buried in her rapeholes up to their elbows. Then, of course, the men began rhythmically dragging their arms free, then remorselessly shoving them back in, fistfucking the hapless piece of rapemeat in a way that could cnd should certainly have proved fatal. Carrie was certainly praying for death long before they finished and wiped their bloody, juicy, shitty hands in her hair.
The men had long since sated their lust but still had much cruelty and aggression left. So Carrie was hoisted up by her ankles, which were stretched wide apart until her adductors felt like tbhey would rip.
This inverted splits position was perfect to allow the men to apply the vicious improvised whip to Carrie’s inner thighs and vulnerable pussy. She did try to cover that part with her hands, but just got her hands badly scratched before the old-timer grabbed them and pinioned her wrists behind her back. The men held Carrie like that a long time as they took turns using the whip on her gash and tits. The blood would have rushed to her head if hadn’t been so busy flowing from the colourful slashes on her soft skin.
As a kind of crowning glory to all this abuse, the men then lifted their “toilet,” only half of whose steaming contents had been poured into Carrie’s sobbing mouth, and poured it into her gaping cunt and ass. Carrie moaned as she felt great blobs of excrement oozing into her womb and her bowels. The thick brown fluid that overflowed ran down her belly and back, between her tits, spattering her throat face.
After that, of course, it was amusing to the men to stamp on Carrie’s belly and make her “squirt” – it suited their humour to pretend “the whore” was ejaculating from pleasure rather than being violently squeezed like a toothpaste tube stuffed full of faeces.
They stamped on Carrie’s tits, kicked her some more, used her as a mop to sponge up the filth, dragging her across the cement floor by her ankles, and amused themselves by trying to make her limbs bend in directions not designed by nature.
Only when Megaton started trying to twist Carrie’s head back to front did Melissa the guard, who had been cheerfully watching all of the above, suggest that playtime was over for the day. Giving Carrie a few cigarette burns for good luck, the boys reluctantly surrendered her, and Melinda and her partner dragged Carrie off to the showers.
Carrie was drifting into unconsciousness when the ice-cold needles of water roused her and made her aware of the incredible pain she was in. Then, dissatisfied with her prevailing filthiness, the guards turned the hot water on and scalded her all over. Lobster pink and lacerated, Carrie was still dripping effluent from her pussy when she felt something big, hard and cold entering her.
“This ought to flush the bitch out,” said Melinda.
When the water cannon was turned on, Carrie experienced the sensation of being inflated like a balloon is a horrible cold shock, but scarcely knew what was happening until she found herself detached from the hose and skidding violently across the tiled floor of the shower block to crash with a bone-jarring CRUNCH into the far wall, the hight-pressure water still striking her with the force of a rain of hammer-blows.
The process was then repeated with her asshole, until the guards were satisfied that the poor girl was clean inside and out.
“Come on, slut” said Melissa, hoisting Carrie up by one arm while her partner took the other. You still have four more cells to entertain on this shift.”
Carrie remained, alas, conscious through most of what was done to her. Even her later coma was tormented by hideous nightmares in which she imagined herself raped with rusty iron dildos fantastically decorated with spikes and sawblades, or in which someone forced her head, unbelievably, up her own asshole.
She awoke to find her situation not hugely better than what she’d dreamed.
She realised, after lying immobile and in agony for some minutes, that she must be in the prison infirmary. She could feel bandages on her skin, restraints on her wrists and ankles. And pain literally everywhere.
“Oh, we’re awake,” said a perky female voice, moments before a perky female nurse popped into view. She was petite, with dyed red hair in a severe bob, and a uniform that clung to every gentle curve and plunged in front to reveal most of a very pert bust. “Goody!”
“Hhhhhhurtsssss…” breathed Carrie.
“Oh, I expect it does,” said the nurse. “That’s because you have two spiral fractures, one comminuted fracture, two oblique and three transverse, plus a compressed vertebra, a LOT of broken fingers, toes and ribs, and a whole MESS of internal injuries, tee hee! But Doctor Sade says you’re going to be JUST FINE.
He’s already repaired your downstairs ladyparts, front AND back bottom, and he says they’re as good as new, completely revirginized. I suppose that means next time you get raped it’ll really hurt, tee hee!”
“Sssomething… for… the p-pain?” moaned Carrie.
“Ah, no, I’m afraid the doc says you’re not to have any painkillers because… well, just because! Tee hee!” The nurse was starting to get on Carrie’s nerves. “But I’m
Nurse Twist and I’m here to distract you from your suffering in any way I can,” said the nurse with a broad wink, and, reaching down, she cupped Carrie’s pussy in her hand.
“OOOOWWW!!!” cried Carrie, jolting in her casts.
“Oopsie, I forgot, you must still be rather tender down there. You have a number of nasty infections, must be burny-burny and itchy-bitchy, tee-hee! The doc’s been holding off on treating those, he wanted you to be awake to ‘get the full benefit’ he said. I’m not sure if he meant the benefit of the cure or the infections, tee-hee!
You’ll also find that your bladder is very full – important to keep you hydrated – but you won’t be able to pee.”
“Why n-not?”
“We’ve fitted a catheter,” said Nurse Twist, tugging at a rubber tube which caused Carrie to yelp again. “Some of our high-spirited inmates decided it would be fun to fuck you in the pee-hole. With what they call a shiv. That does sound fun, actually. Anyway, there was a bit of a mess so we’ve fitted a catheter. You can’t pee unless I turn this little valve here.”
“P-please turn it…”
“…and I can’t turn it without the doc’s permission. And he’s just gone home. Too bad! But he’ll be back tomorrow morning, so just hold on for, let’s see, fifteen hours, and you can have a nice little pee-pee, tee-hee!”
With another playful tug of the tube which made Carrie hiss with pain, Nurse Twist leaned in and turned Carrie’s face to one side.
“OOWW!”
“Sorr-ee, forgot about that pesky vertebra. I just wanted to show that you’ve got company, isn’t that nice?”
Lying in the next bed to Carrie’s left was a figure barely recognizable (by her naked body) as the battered wife who had come to prison in the same van as Carrie.
Her face was swathed in bandages, with just a slit for her eyes and a gap for her mouth. Her jaw was elaborately wired, trapping her mouth in a surprised O shape. Her body was bruised all over though not so badly as Carrie’s. There was also writing on it.
“Poor thing, her cellmates got a little possessive and wanted to mark their property, so they gave her prison tattoos. You know how that’s done, don’t you? With a razor blade and the ink from a pen. So she has MAISiE’S FUCKMEAT carved on her belly plus PINCH and PULL around her left and right nipples. Pretty funny, huh?
The girls cut a little too deeply so we needed to stitch her up.”
“But… her face…?” asked Carrie.
“Oh, that was when her hubby came for his conjugal visit. Apparently he got jealous when he saw the proprietary mark on her belly. Gave her quite a beating.”
“Couldn’t you stop him?”
“Conjugal visit, honeycunt, he can do what he likes with his two hours. If he wants to fuck her or beat the shit out of her… well, actually it was a bit of both. Still, we wired her mouth like that so she can still satisfy him next time he drops in. Though, it’ll have to be a quick bj if he wants to spend most of his time punching her again, which is what he said he’d do. Now, over on your right –“
Nurse Twist turned Carrie’s head the other way – “Ouch!” – “Sorr-ee!” and she saw the Black whore lying face down on the bed, ass raised, with what looked like a broom handle sticking out of it.
“What happ-?” began Carrie.
“Those mild little bitches they put me in with,” snarled the whore, “turns out they’re friends with that dyke guard Melissa. I don’t know what they used to bribe her… probably ate our her cunt and ass for a day and a night… fuckin’ bitch jammed this so tight and pushed me around the shower block, making me lick up shit somebody spilled… If ever find out who made that mess…”
Carrie gulped.
“Not to worry,” said Nurse Twist breezily, “I ordered the muscle relaxants and laxatives… or I think I did… in a few days, when they arrive, I’m sure we’ll solve your little problem.” Gripping the broom handle she executed a little pole-dance move.
“Please…” Carrie said. “Something for the pain…”
“Well, I’m strictly forbidden to issue drugs on my own, something about me not being medically qualified or some silly nonsense like that, but the doc left me something to help take your mind off your appalling injuries. Here…”
Carrie winced as Nurse Twist inserted something into her burning, itching, aching pussy. Then she shrieked as something was clamped onto her burned, bitten, pinched, kicked and whipped clitoris.
“Just an ordinary vibrator. It’ll buzz away merrily, keep your mind off your broken bones and so on. The clamp is to keep in in, but it also monitors your vital signs, and if you get too excited, it switches off. So it’s set to keep you right on the edge of orgasm but never, ever, let you cum. We wouldn’t want the distraction to end, would we? And when the doc comes back in fifteen hours, we can review the situation.”
“Oh God… how long will I be in here?”
“Well, you were comatose for three days – lost a bunch of brain cells but I don’t suppose you were using them, were you dearie? I think the doc reckons it’ll be a month.”
“Oh… well, most of my sentence will be up by then,” said Carrie. The only remotely good news in this hellhole.
“Oh, no, didn’t they tell you, sweet cheeks? Your sentence is paused while you’re in here. It only starts up again when you go back to the cells.”
“H-how much of my sentence have I served?”
Nurse Twist leaned over, little tits spilling out, and pressed a ball gag between Carrie’s bruised and split lips.
“About four hours, honeycunt. Now you just lie there quietly while I go watch America’s Funniest Rape Videos.”
“Mnngk… ungff… urp. [sob!]”
The End
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“Well, that is a possibility,” chuckled the guard not called Melissa. “But the way we see it, what’s one cunt more or less for a little peace in here?”
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:
- Chapter 1: https://ravishmentacademy.com/viewtopic.php?p=3425#p3425
- Chapter 2: https://ravishmentacademy.com/viewtopic.php?p=4835#p4835
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Title: Carrie's Hard Time
Author: Skuttrusk
Chapter Tags: scat
Content Warnings: This one is very nasty, with extreme violence, injury detail and scat.
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Carrie's Hard Time
Chapter 2
Two handcuffed prisoners were marched into an imposing, brutalist concrete building lit by greenish striplights. Carrie, being quite unable to support herself, was dragged: the two burly female guards took an ankle each and hauled the moaning girl face down, first across the rough asphalt that grazed her face, tits and belly, then across the very slightly less rough concrete flooring of the prison itself.
A checking-in process was begun – the prisoner’s names were noted, along with their crimes against society and masculinity. Then they were uncuffed, only so that they could undress. Carrie, being naked already, didn’t need to be unshackled.
The guards judged that Carrie had been “resting” long enough and forced her two walk with the Black whore and the victim of battery, into the showers.
“EEEEK!” screamed Carrie as a jet of ice-cold water sprayed without warning, hitting her full in the jugs. The others reacted similarly, with a loud “Shit!” from the whore. The guards merrily forced their victims to stay under the needle-sharp jets of freezing water for twenty minutes, until they were shuddering violently, teeth chattering together, flesh all goosepimpled, nipples like pips.
Carrie was expecting them to be issued with uniforms next, and hoped the overalls wouldn’t be too hideously orange. But they were told that uniforms were only handed out on the second day of internment, so they were all marched, barefoot and still wet and glistening, towards the cells.
“First stop,” said one of the jovially mean guards, and a cell door was opened with a squeal. Inside were three meek-looking young women in garish orange overalls. The face of one was deeply bruised, one eye swollen shut.
The Black whore was ushered into this cell. “You can be top bitch amongst this little pack,” said one of the guards. The whore established dominance immediately by pulling the bruised girl off her bunk with a savage yank to the earlobe. “I’m sleeping here,” said the whore, and plumped her full, shiny bottom onto the mattress.
“You’re next, mouse,” said a guard, opening another cell and prodding the battered wife forward with her nightstick. Inside the cell were three brutal-looking inmates, their bodies, bulbous with either musculature or fat, straining at their jumpsuits. The skinny little naked girl with black eyes was dwarfed when they slowly rose to surround her.
“Oh dear,” she said, and as Carrie was marched on deeper into the prison complex, she heard a brief scuffle, a soft “no!” a series of heavy grunts…
“Where… where are we going?” Carrie managed to ask, as she was led deeper into the reinforced concrete warren.
“Well, we can’t lock a special princess like you up in just any nasty old cell,” said one guard, winking at the other.
Carrie was so dazed from the multiple blows on the head she’d received since her conviction that she missed the sign reading MALE UNIT. And the graffiti underneath saying Abandon Hope All Ye Who Are Entered Here.
It was only when the trio started to approach a particular cell, initially too dark to make out details in…
“Wakey, wakey, fresh meat!” called one of the guards.
Then men, huge, musclebound, fierce-looking men, one by one appeared at the bars.
“Oh great, more rapemeat. The last ine didn’t last nearly long enough, Melissa!” called one man.
“Wh-what?” Carrie managed.
“Hope you don’t mind,” said the guard called Melissa, “We find throwing a stress toy to our more violent and dangerous prisoners cuts down on disturbances, helps pacify the populace. Of course, these are your real hardened rapists here. Regular rapists almost never draw jail time, they don’t even get convicted, not even prosecuted. To end up in here they have to really fuck a cunt up, heh.”
Carrie began to back away but the guards held her firm, their strong hands pinching into her arms as they pushed her towards the murderous cell. The prisoners were now hooting and yammering with lust. Carrie’s bare feet scraped on the cement floor as the tried to resist.
“No… no, they’ll kill me! You can’t! You mustn’t! I’ll die in there!”
“Well, that is a possibility,” chuckled the guard not called Melissa. “But the way we see it, what’s one cunt more or less for a little peace in here?”
Melissa produced a set of large keys and opened a door in the cell. This did not free the prisoners, as it led into a little sub-cell, large enough only for one person to stand in. They jostled Carrie into the holding pen and slammed the door on her. Immediately a bunch of big hands were thrust through the bars, groping at her naked body. Still handcuffed, Carrie had no way to defend herself from the rough hands mauling and pinching at her tits, and even when she backed away and pressed against the cold bars, they had no trouble reaching her, clutching between her legs, plucking at her nipples, pulling her hair.
“We had to install a kinda airlock so we could feed cunts in there without a riot breaking out,” said Melissa, still laughing. “OK, stand back, boys.”
The arms withdrew. Carrie cowered into the corner. Melissa pressed a button by the cell and the inner door clicked open automatically. In an instant, Carrie was grabbed and dragged into the main cell by a dozen big hands.
“Try to make this one last a little longer than last time,” grinned Melissa. You won’t get a fresh cunt for, oh, at least a week maybe.”
“We can’t help it if the rapemeat is so fuckin’ fragile,” said one bearded and tattooed individual. “I just gave the last one a little love tap and the cunt got a fuckin’ compressed vertebra.” And to demonstrated, as Carrie wriggled in the men’s sweaty grasp, he gave her a mighty slap across the face, making her head spin to the side and her ears ring.
Melissa pulled up a wooden chair, sat, and lit a cigarette.
“Well I don’t mind what you do to the slut, so long as I get to enjoy the free show.”
“Please,” said Carrie, one whole side of her face red and stinging, the taste of blood in her mouth.
“The bitch said ‘please,’” remarked one old-timer, and all the men laughed.
“Well, let’s give her what she needs,” said a huge individual who had been sat on a bunk the whole time. “But we do it in an orderly fashion, so she doesn’t break too soon. And I go first.”
There was a chorus of moans from the men. “But if you go first… you’ll ruin at least one hole before we start.”
Carrie’s eyes opened wide in alarm. The old timer sidled up to her, taking the opportunity to paw her tits. “Megaton is so well-endowed he always found it difficult to get a bitch to take him on. So he turned to rape, and found it much more enjoyable than regular fucking. Rape really is more fun, missy!” And he gave her left breast a playful pinch.
Megaton stepped forward, pulling his overalls down, revealing a cock the size of which Carrie had never before witnessed except maybe on a horse.
“Oh my God!”
“Maybe we should let the little lady choose which hole it goes in?” smiled Megaton.
“No!” cried all the men at once. One elaborated: “The cunt NEVER gets to choose! I say shove it where it’ll do her the most good – up the ass!”
“UP THE ASS! UP THE ASS! ASS-RAPE! ASS-RAPE!” chanted the men.
“Oh no… not that!” gasped Carrie, but the men flipped her round and pressed her body against the bars.
All Carrie could see was Melissa, sitting and grinning and smoking and watching. “Normally,” said Melissa, a cock that size would need major lubing, but Megaton, he likes to go in raw.”
“Wha…?” began Carrie, but then switched to “No… NO!... NOOOOOO!!!! It’s too big! You’re killing me!”
The men laughed. “You just told Megaton exactly what he likes to hear!” chortled the old-timer.
Carrie felt the colossal, bulbous head of the man’s shaft pushing in dry. Her asshole was expanding like ripples in water where a stone is thrown. She couldn’t believe the size of this thing, the unlubricated girth forcing its way into her bowels. She was already weeping from the pain.
And all the men, and the woman outside, simply found her suffering hilarious.
“Oh my God!” wailed Carrie. She felt like she were giving birth through her asshole, only in reverse.
“Grit your teeth, cunt, I;m shoving in all the way,” hissed Megaton. And he did.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Carrie, straight from her heart, a terrible keening yowl like an impaled cat, channelling all the heartbreak and sense of injustice and sheer physical anal agony she felt.
The crowd applauded.
Megaton began raping Carrie’s asshole with relentless, pounding strokes, his huge balls slapping against her cunt as he drove into her, her dry asshole clinging to his ramrod as he withdrew, only to sink in ruthlessly again.
Racking sobs shook Carrie’s entire frame and made her adorable tits jiggle deliciously, a spectacle much enjoyed by Melissa, the only one who had a view of them, poking between the bars. Stirred by the sight, Melissa rose from her seat, approached, and flicked on the flame of her Zippo.
“You may be a fucking bimbo retard,” said Melissa, “but you sure have a nice set of jugs, rapemeat!” And she touched the flame to Carrie’s left nipple.
Carrie flinched, setting off more attractive vibrations in her tits. A little red scorch mark appeared on her skin. Melissa liked the effect and began to repeat it, marking Carrie’s tits all over. She leaned in and kissed Carrie on her pain-contorted mouth.
“You know I get a crack at you when the boys are finished? If there’s anything left of you, heh heh!”
And, aroused beyond words, she puffed on her cigarette until the tip glowed, blew smoke in Carrie’s face, and touched the cigarette end to Carrie’s clit.
“MWAAAAOOOOOWWWW!!!” cried Carrie.
“Come on, let’s use the cunt’s other holes before Melissa burns all the prettiness out of her!” suggested the old-timer.
Melissa the guard gave a little wave as Carrie, still with Megaton’s huge member shoved deep in her bowels, was turned away from the bars and bent over so another inmate could exploit the possibilities of her sweet mouth. Realising she ought to try to be as pleasing as possible to escape as much abuse as she could,
Carrie attempted to suck lovingly on the mouth-rapist’s rather dirty, odorous penis.
“Man, look at the slut go,” said the old-timer. “The whore loves the taste of Dirty Dingus’s dingus!”
“She wouldn’t be so keen if she knew where it’s been!” laughed another prisoner.
Carrie was rewarded for her sluttish enthusiasm by having the malodorous member rammed right down her throat, as Megaton drove a huge, ham-like fist into her side.
“Aw yeah, hit her again,” said the throat-raper, “That feels so good on my cock!” And so Megaton kept punching Carrie in the kidneys with professional-boxer-quality blows as she choked, her eyes watering, her throat quivering around the stinking erection imprisoned within it.
The small old-timer scuttled under Carrie’s bent form to tweak at her hanging tits, palpating the flesh and pinching the nipples gleefully. He paid particular cruel attention to the most burned nipple, delighting in how each yank, twist and squeeze provoked quivers in the spitroasted bitch’s belly and breasts.
Prisoners, unfortunately, were not permitted belts, so despite Carrie’s bare back and buttocks presenting a tempting target for a whipping, it looked as if they would go unlashed. But one inmate had foreseen this possibility and had improvised his own scourge, highly illegal and usually concealed under his bunk. This ingenious device was a mere strip of fabric, but he had decorated it with shards of broken glass, twisted nails, razors, and tin-can lids, their sharp, serrated edges folded into entertaining shapes, attached with glue which stiffened the whole whip until it was as much cudgel as lash.
When Carrie felt this assortment of spikes and blades slash into her shoulders she gave a choking scream onto Dirty Dingus’s cock, causing him a delicious shiver of pleasure. Drops of blood immediately pooled on her back, blossoming from the long red whip-marks inscribed by the cunningly improvised instrument of torture.
WHACK! He struck again, decorating Carrie’s lower back with a series of thin slashes and prickings. And so he began striking her arching back in rhythm of the thrusts of the two rapists and the thumping of Megaton’s fists into the poor girl’s sides.
WHACK! The third stroke landed on Carrie’s buttocks, again drawing blood. The sadist had to take care not to scratch Megaton, which would have meant certain death, but he was a dedicated man and had, through long practice torturing countless women and girls, achieved superb accuracy with his weapon.
Soon, Carrie’s back and ass were awash with red, scratched, welted and cut in a vivid series of lines, while her front and back continued to be reamed. Suddenly the cock in her throat spasmed and pumped a thick load into her throat, mouth, and finally face, as Dirty Dingus withdrew in triumph.
“Bring the cunt over here,” called an emaciated, toothless men, sitting on a bunk with his prong erect. Megaton grinned and swung Carrie around, lowering her onto the man’s cock as he knelt before him. Carrie felt her pussy filled for the first time that day, stretching her out as the new intruder fought for space against the monster in her butt.
“C’mere, slut,” said the toothless man, and pulled Carrie to him by her blonde locks, engulfing her lower face with him gummy maw and slurping at her, his tongue forcing its way between her startled lips. Then he yanked her head back and spat in her face, his spittle tainted with the cum recently shot into her unwilling mouth.
This innocent act led to a frenzy of spitting, with Carrie soon drenched with bubbly saliva and phlegm which soaked her hair, ran down her face into her eyes and mouth, dribbled onto her tits, making them glossy and highly suitable for smacking. They duly got smacked, hard. The way they swung from side to side at each wet, reverberant impact was thrilling, so the inmates lined up to let her have it, while Megaton’s vicious anal thrusts lifted Carrie up, almost off the emaciated man’s cock, then pulled her back down into it with stabbing impact.
Of course Carrie’s lovely mouth couldn’t be left unraped for long, and soon a man on the left whose face and build she never got a clear look at had grabbed her by her tresses and forced her mouth down onto his chubby dick. Carrie applied herself to sucking earnestly, either through some primitive cockslut-instinct or naïve self-defence, hoping at least one rapist might go easy on her.
Some hope! Triple-penetrated, Carrie was plaything for these vicious perverts and killers for hours. After Megaton blasted a searing load of criminal cum into her aching rectum, his cock was replaced by others, using the blood from her torn anal lining and the semen oozing out of her as lube. She was slapped, punched, pinched and bitten. Her pussy was violated by every man in the cell, even Megaton, who recovered his awesome erection in minutes and shoved its unwashed, ass-tainted length into her dripping cooze with relish.
Face-down on one mouthraper after another, Carrie was repeatedly donkey-punched in the back of the head to encourage her efforts and to make her cunt and asshole twitch around the rapist cocks embedded in their velvety snugness.
Hands gripped her slender neck and choked her into near unconsciousness again and again, before slapping her awake with ear-ringing back-handers, or raining punches on her cheeks, eyes, nose, lips and jaw.
Her tits made delightful punchbags too: cupping one marvelously gelatinous handful from below, a convict could slam his knuckles into it from above, crushing the tender flesh so it deformed and rippled excitingly, soon to discolour into purple bruising.
The next, particularly degrading and disgusting part of Carrie’s ordeal (and sensitive readers may wish to look away) arose when Dirty Dingus availed himself of
Carrie’s well-raped butthole, positioning her anguished face over the cell “toilet.”
The actual toilet having long since been broken, this consisted of a heavy metallic dish into which several of the cellmates had recently voided their bowels. Dingus, spearing Carrie’s holy of holies, followed this rude assault by shoving Carrie’s astonished features into the steam bowl of shit. The poor girl didn’t even
have time to close her mouth, which had for some time been frozen in an “oh” of sublime alarm and agony.
SQUELCH! Carrie’s pretty face was smeared around in the filth for long minutes as Dingus jabbed at her back passage with brutal thrusts, until at last he yanked her painfully by the hair upwards to display her shit-besmirched face to the laughing, jeering buddies.
Then SPLAT! down she went again into the brimming bowl of fly-blown faeces.
Adding to the general glee, the old-timer started to urinated into the toilet – ie onto the back of Carrie’s head. His hot piss flowed down her face, into her eyes and mouth. More men eagerly joined the micturating assailant and Carrie was soon drowning in salty piss. Dingus began rhythmically pulling her face out of the mire before slamming it down again, mashing the bowl of shit into a runnier paste as Carrie’s squinting, moaning face was used as a mortar with the “toilet” as pestle.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Carrie’s whole face was brown apart from the two red streaks running from her nostrils, where repeated impacts had given her a copious nosebleed. After a dozen or so more SPLATS her succulent lips also began to redden.
When Dingus shot his load into Carrie’s burning bowels, the next assailant flipped her onto her back, shoved her knees up to her tits, and commenced spearing her cunt.
It was inevitable, what happened next. Perhaps only men as depraved as this would have done it, but there was zero chance of such men not doing it. They lifted the “toilet,” brimming with a swampy brew of shit and piss beaten into a gooey mulch with Carrie’s own face, and tipped it over her, several of them holding her head so it faced up, and holding both her jaw and her eyelids open to receive the thick, stinky blessing.
“Glub! Plaugh! Gluck! Blurgh!” choked Carrie as the filth rained down on her and into her.
There was a considerable amount of spillage, but as the raping continued, Carrie was allowed to lick that up, encouraged by multiple hard kicks to the stomach and cunt. This led to an impromptu cunt-kicking contest (won by Megaton after everyone had three shots) designed to make Carrie’s cunt swell up so it might be work raping some more. This did indeed work for a while, with her pussy being violated six more times, but the effects were not long-lasting.
“I think she’s ready for a fisting,” said Megaton.
“Oh God…” said Carrie, through bruised, swollen and bleeding lips, for about the fiftieth time.
The multiple cocks forced into Carrie’s aching twat had loosened her up, but to accommodate a human hand she needed gentle stretching – three fingers, four, five. Needless to say, she didn’t GET gentle stretching. Instead, a prisoner with massive hands and thick, muscular forearms simply made a fist and started ramming into her pussy, starting with a piledriver punch, then slowing to an agonizing insertion once Carrie’s battered labia were taut around his knuckles. Deeper and deeper he went, until the huge fist as pressing painfully against the pinioned cunt’s cervix.
“That’s good,” said Megaton. “Now let’s see you take mine.”
Carrie shuddered at the sight of Megaton’s even larger fist and bulging arm almost as thick as her head, thinking he was going to replace the brute currently wearing her torso like an opera glove. But no.
“I reckon you have room enough for two,” said Megaton, easing his fingertips into Carrie’s throbbing, burning asshole. “I’m going to shove this up until you can taste it, cunt.”
Carrie would have said she no longer had the strength to scream, but she’d have been wrong as usual:
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed ad she felt her anus horrifuingly distended, until her belly was bulging from the two massive arms buried in her rapeholes up to their elbows. Then, of course, the men began rhythmically dragging their arms free, then remorselessly shoving them back in, fistfucking the hapless piece of rapemeat in a way that could cnd should certainly have proved fatal. Carrie was certainly praying for death long before they finished and wiped their bloody, juicy, shitty hands in her hair.
The men had long since sated their lust but still had much cruelty and aggression left. So Carrie was hoisted up by her ankles, which were stretched wide apart until her adductors felt like tbhey would rip.
This inverted splits position was perfect to allow the men to apply the vicious improvised whip to Carrie’s inner thighs and vulnerable pussy. She did try to cover that part with her hands, but just got her hands badly scratched before the old-timer grabbed them and pinioned her wrists behind her back. The men held Carrie like that a long time as they took turns using the whip on her gash and tits. The blood would have rushed to her head if hadn’t been so busy flowing from the colourful slashes on her soft skin.
As a kind of crowning glory to all this abuse, the men then lifted their “toilet,” only half of whose steaming contents had been poured into Carrie’s sobbing mouth, and poured it into her gaping cunt and ass. Carrie moaned as she felt great blobs of excrement oozing into her womb and her bowels. The thick brown fluid that overflowed ran down her belly and back, between her tits, spattering her throat face.
After that, of course, it was amusing to the men to stamp on Carrie’s belly and make her “squirt” – it suited their humour to pretend “the whore” was ejaculating from pleasure rather than being violently squeezed like a toothpaste tube stuffed full of faeces.
They stamped on Carrie’s tits, kicked her some more, used her as a mop to sponge up the filth, dragging her across the cement floor by her ankles, and amused themselves by trying to make her limbs bend in directions not designed by nature.
Only when Megaton started trying to twist Carrie’s head back to front did Melissa the guard, who had been cheerfully watching all of the above, suggest that playtime was over for the day. Giving Carrie a few cigarette burns for good luck, the boys reluctantly surrendered her, and Melinda and her partner dragged Carrie off to the showers.
Carrie was drifting into unconsciousness when the ice-cold needles of water roused her and made her aware of the incredible pain she was in. Then, dissatisfied with her prevailing filthiness, the guards turned the hot water on and scalded her all over. Lobster pink and lacerated, Carrie was still dripping effluent from her pussy when she felt something big, hard and cold entering her.
“This ought to flush the bitch out,” said Melinda.
When the water cannon was turned on, Carrie experienced the sensation of being inflated like a balloon is a horrible cold shock, but scarcely knew what was happening until she found herself detached from the hose and skidding violently across the tiled floor of the shower block to crash with a bone-jarring CRUNCH into the far wall, the hight-pressure water still striking her with the force of a rain of hammer-blows.
The process was then repeated with her asshole, until the guards were satisfied that the poor girl was clean inside and out.
“Come on, slut” said Melissa, hoisting Carrie up by one arm while her partner took the other. You still have four more cells to entertain on this shift.”
Carrie remained, alas, conscious through most of what was done to her. Even her later coma was tormented by hideous nightmares in which she imagined herself raped with rusty iron dildos fantastically decorated with spikes and sawblades, or in which someone forced her head, unbelievably, up her own asshole.
She awoke to find her situation not hugely better than what she’d dreamed.
She realised, after lying immobile and in agony for some minutes, that she must be in the prison infirmary. She could feel bandages on her skin, restraints on her wrists and ankles. And pain literally everywhere.
“Oh, we’re awake,” said a perky female voice, moments before a perky female nurse popped into view. She was petite, with dyed red hair in a severe bob, and a uniform that clung to every gentle curve and plunged in front to reveal most of a very pert bust. “Goody!”
“Hhhhhhurtsssss…” breathed Carrie.
“Oh, I expect it does,” said the nurse. “That’s because you have two spiral fractures, one comminuted fracture, two oblique and three transverse, plus a compressed vertebra, a LOT of broken fingers, toes and ribs, and a whole MESS of internal injuries, tee hee! But Doctor Sade says you’re going to be JUST FINE.
He’s already repaired your downstairs ladyparts, front AND back bottom, and he says they’re as good as new, completely revirginized. I suppose that means next time you get raped it’ll really hurt, tee hee!”
“Sssomething… for… the p-pain?” moaned Carrie.
“Ah, no, I’m afraid the doc says you’re not to have any painkillers because… well, just because! Tee hee!” The nurse was starting to get on Carrie’s nerves. “But I’m
Nurse Twist and I’m here to distract you from your suffering in any way I can,” said the nurse with a broad wink, and, reaching down, she cupped Carrie’s pussy in her hand.
“OOOOWWW!!!” cried Carrie, jolting in her casts.
“Oopsie, I forgot, you must still be rather tender down there. You have a number of nasty infections, must be burny-burny and itchy-bitchy, tee-hee! The doc’s been holding off on treating those, he wanted you to be awake to ‘get the full benefit’ he said. I’m not sure if he meant the benefit of the cure or the infections, tee-hee!
You’ll also find that your bladder is very full – important to keep you hydrated – but you won’t be able to pee.”
“Why n-not?”
“We’ve fitted a catheter,” said Nurse Twist, tugging at a rubber tube which caused Carrie to yelp again. “Some of our high-spirited inmates decided it would be fun to fuck you in the pee-hole. With what they call a shiv. That does sound fun, actually. Anyway, there was a bit of a mess so we’ve fitted a catheter. You can’t pee unless I turn this little valve here.”
“P-please turn it…”
“…and I can’t turn it without the doc’s permission. And he’s just gone home. Too bad! But he’ll be back tomorrow morning, so just hold on for, let’s see, fifteen hours, and you can have a nice little pee-pee, tee-hee!”
With another playful tug of the tube which made Carrie hiss with pain, Nurse Twist leaned in and turned Carrie’s face to one side.
“OOWW!”
“Sorr-ee, forgot about that pesky vertebra. I just wanted to show that you’ve got company, isn’t that nice?”
Lying in the next bed to Carrie’s left was a figure barely recognizable (by her naked body) as the battered wife who had come to prison in the same van as Carrie.
Her face was swathed in bandages, with just a slit for her eyes and a gap for her mouth. Her jaw was elaborately wired, trapping her mouth in a surprised O shape. Her body was bruised all over though not so badly as Carrie’s. There was also writing on it.
“Poor thing, her cellmates got a little possessive and wanted to mark their property, so they gave her prison tattoos. You know how that’s done, don’t you? With a razor blade and the ink from a pen. So she has MAISiE’S FUCKMEAT carved on her belly plus PINCH and PULL around her left and right nipples. Pretty funny, huh?
The girls cut a little too deeply so we needed to stitch her up.”
“But… her face…?” asked Carrie.
“Oh, that was when her hubby came for his conjugal visit. Apparently he got jealous when he saw the proprietary mark on her belly. Gave her quite a beating.”
“Couldn’t you stop him?”
“Conjugal visit, honeycunt, he can do what he likes with his two hours. If he wants to fuck her or beat the shit out of her… well, actually it was a bit of both. Still, we wired her mouth like that so she can still satisfy him next time he drops in. Though, it’ll have to be a quick bj if he wants to spend most of his time punching her again, which is what he said he’d do. Now, over on your right –“
Nurse Twist turned Carrie’s head the other way – “Ouch!” – “Sorr-ee!” and she saw the Black whore lying face down on the bed, ass raised, with what looked like a broom handle sticking out of it.
“What happ-?” began Carrie.
“Those mild little bitches they put me in with,” snarled the whore, “turns out they’re friends with that dyke guard Melissa. I don’t know what they used to bribe her… probably ate our her cunt and ass for a day and a night… fuckin’ bitch jammed this so tight and pushed me around the shower block, making me lick up shit somebody spilled… If ever find out who made that mess…”
Carrie gulped.
“Not to worry,” said Nurse Twist breezily, “I ordered the muscle relaxants and laxatives… or I think I did… in a few days, when they arrive, I’m sure we’ll solve your little problem.” Gripping the broom handle she executed a little pole-dance move.
“Please…” Carrie said. “Something for the pain…”
“Well, I’m strictly forbidden to issue drugs on my own, something about me not being medically qualified or some silly nonsense like that, but the doc left me something to help take your mind off your appalling injuries. Here…”
Carrie winced as Nurse Twist inserted something into her burning, itching, aching pussy. Then she shrieked as something was clamped onto her burned, bitten, pinched, kicked and whipped clitoris.
“Just an ordinary vibrator. It’ll buzz away merrily, keep your mind off your broken bones and so on. The clamp is to keep in in, but it also monitors your vital signs, and if you get too excited, it switches off. So it’s set to keep you right on the edge of orgasm but never, ever, let you cum. We wouldn’t want the distraction to end, would we? And when the doc comes back in fifteen hours, we can review the situation.”
“Oh God… how long will I be in here?”
“Well, you were comatose for three days – lost a bunch of brain cells but I don’t suppose you were using them, were you dearie? I think the doc reckons it’ll be a month.”
“Oh… well, most of my sentence will be up by then,” said Carrie. The only remotely good news in this hellhole.
“Oh, no, didn’t they tell you, sweet cheeks? Your sentence is paused while you’re in here. It only starts up again when you go back to the cells.”
“H-how much of my sentence have I served?”
Nurse Twist leaned over, little tits spilling out, and pressed a ball gag between Carrie’s bruised and split lips.
“About four hours, honeycunt. Now you just lie there quietly while I go watch America’s Funniest Rape Videos.”
“Mnngk… ungff… urp. [sob!]”
The End
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I'd love to know what you think. Too violent or gross? Too serious or too humorous? Did it make you feel horny or just ill and sad? Hope somebody enjoys this monstrous parade of infamy.
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Claire
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Re: Carrie's Hard Time
Sadly, I have to say that the cartoonish tone doesn't work for me. That takes away my immersion from the story. It's not badly written though, I guess I'm just not the target audience for the Carrie saga.
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RapeU
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Re: Carrie's Hard Time
As an adult who still watches cartoons, I can get behind a cartoony character. It's not always going to be my "go to" story for material, but it's good enough that I'll come back to it every now and then.
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Re: Carrie's Hard Time
Well, I loved it , and don't understand the criticisms. My only gripe, as usual, is that it ended too soon! I'd have loved more chapters, where, for instance, the male guards to have had some fun with Carrie, a particularly violent criminal in solitary confinement to have had some "stress release" with her, or just a public free for all, for all the inmates use her partly to celebrate Xmas, or the like, in the canteen.