Carrie's Hard Time

[skuttrusk]

Teaser: “My goodness,” said Carrie in wonderment. “We’re all victims. None of us deserves to be here.”
“You were born with a gash between your legs, slut,” said the guard, “So you deserve everything you get.”
“That… that can’t be right!” said Carrie, still confused and dazed.
“It pretty much is,” said the whore. “Men can do what they like to us and any bitch who resists is going to get what’s coming to her.”
“Yeah,” said the guard. “About that…”
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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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Title: Carrie's Hard Time
Author: Skuttrusk
Content Warnings: This story's quite rough and violent, but it's meant as slightly cartoony violence. There's a raceplay element where a Black woman plays up to a stereotype in order to appeal to a white man. And there's some deplorable victim-blaming in the authorial voice which does not represent my real viewes. But I do find it horny to blame the victim in a fantasy.
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This follows right on from the story Carrie's Day in Court

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Title of the Story

Part 1 of 2

Carrie was driven from the court, naked and with her wrists cuffed behind her back. The two security men who manhandled her into the van were unnecessarily “handsy”, making sure to fondle her large, astonishingly pert breasts and her round, shapely ass as they marched her through the court building and out the back, but somehow failing to push her head down as the shoved her into the back of the van.
CLUNK! Carrie winced and saw stars as her skull bashed painfully into the roof of the van. The men laughed uproariously.
When Carrie’s head cleared the van was in motion. She was sitting on a cold, hard seat, opposite a couple of other prisoners bound for the correctional centre. One was a mousey little thing with two black eyes, the other a rather vulgar-looking woman of colour, dressed in a PVS top that exposed a generous amount of brown cleavage, and a PVC micro-skirt that had ridden up slightly, revealing the crotch of her red panties. Owing to her handcuffs the woman was unable to adjust her clothing.
Still, Carrie was a little jealous of both women: at least they had clothing.
Also present was one of the security guards from earlier, who was smiling at her, not unkindly.
“Why is this bitch naked?” asked the Black girl.
“She looks better than way,” smirked the guard.
“What are you in for?” asked the Black girl, looking directly at Carrie, her eyes entirely lacking sympathy.
Carrie’s head was swimming from the nasty blow to the head and by the rapid turn of events that had overtaken her during her trial.
“Um, rape? No, wait, it was me that was raped…”
The guard and the Black girl laughed at this.
“Careful there, sugartits,” said the guard. “You were found guilty of making a malicious complaint. If you repeat the false charge again I’ll report you, and you’ll get your sentence automatically increased.”
Carrie stared at him, aghast. So she couldn’t even tell people what had happened to her.
“You were pretty dumb to try that one,” said the Black girl. “Everybody knows men can do what they like to a slut’s body. What about you there with the panda eyes?”
“I, uh…” said the black-eyed girl in a voice scarcely above a whisper. “I was convicted of bringing a false charge of battery against my h-husband.”
“But…” said Carrie, startled out of her self-preoccupation, “You’ve obviously been battered. Your face…”
“The judge said there was no proof. He told my h-husband that I could be released into his custody but he said a spell in prison might do me good.”
“Ha ha! Maybe that’ll teach you, bitch,” said the guard. The Black girl just smiled on one side of her face.
“What about you?” Carrie asked her.
“Me? I’m a whore. I got busted for soliciting in a residential street. It was bullshit, though, I was dropped there by a john. I was just trying to get home when the pigs grabbed me. The kicker is, the john kicked me out of his car after fucking me in the ass, and he never even paid me.” She smiled the same, sleepy, sad, cynical smile.
“My goodness,” said Carrie in wonderment. “We’re all victims. None of us deserves to be here.”
“You were born with a gash between your legs, slut,” said the guard, “So you deserve everything you get.”
“That… that can’t be right!” said Carrie, still confused and dazed.
“It pretty much is,” said the whore. “Men can do what they like to us and any bitch who resists is going to get what’s coming to her.”
“Yeah,” said the guard. “About that…”
All three handcuffed girls looked at him.
“When you get handed over to the prison, I’ll be making my recommendations to them. If I give you a good report, they’ll take good care of you. A medium report, you’ll fend for yourself a bit. And a bad report, you will have a very bad time indeed.”
Glances were fired around the gently rocking van.
“How do I get a good report, sir?” asked the whore.
The guard opened his flies and pulled out a large, thick dick.
“Get those thick lips around this, slut.”
The whore rolled her eyes upwards so the whites dominated. “Yes, massah.”
She got on her knees, with some difficulty what with her wrists being manacled behind her, and took the head of the guard’s cock between her succulent lips. The cock wasn’t even hard yet but she moved her mouth over it with seeming enthusiasm.
“This is awful!” cried Carrie.
“You like that big dick, girl?” asked the guard.
“Yes, massah. It’s not very clean, but I’ll fix that.” And she snaked her tongue all over his shaft, causing it to slowly stiffen and rise.
The girl with the black, swollen eyes was staring in horror. Carrie couldn’t believe this was happening.
“This isn’t right! It isn’t fair! Don’t submit to this abuse!”
“What are you, some kind of feminazi cunt?” sneered the guard.
“Certainly not!” said Carrie, indignantly. She had only the vaguest notions about equality. She knew that this was wrong, that this poor girl shouldn’t be kneeling on the dirty floor of the police van fellating her guard, but she was hypnotised by the black girl’s bobbing head. The guard was resting the palm of one meaty hand amid her black curls, holding her head in position as he began skullfucking her.
“That all the tricks you got, whore?”
And the girl, choking on his erection – “Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!” – managed to extend her tongue to lick his balls while he faceraped her.
“Oh man, that’s good. Get a load of this, you bitches: this is what you need to aspire to!” said the guard, angling the whore’s head around roughly so the handcuffed fellow passengers could see how she was slobbering submissively over his scrotum.
“OK,” said the guard at last, pulling is dripping cock from the slut’s mouth and slapping her face with it. “We should give these other cunts a chance, unless you have any more tricks like that.”
“Well, massah,” said the shameless bitch in heat, “I been eating white man’s ass since I was a teenager, I guess I’m pretty good.”
“OK, whore, you get your tongue up my shitter and show me what you can do. Which of you cocksleeves wants to gag on my dick next?”
Carrie opened her mouth indignantly to refuse, but to her surprise the mousey little thing next to her piped up with “M-me!”
Carrie stared at her in astonishment as she stood and approached the guard with his massive hard-on. She started to get down on her knees but he put one big hand under her chin and stopped her.
“First, let’s have a look at you,” he said, and roughly tugged at her blouse, tearing off a couple of buttons.
“What’s this, a trainer bra? Are you 12 or something?” said the guard, mockingly, after exposing the girl’s underwear.
“I’m 21!” said the girl, flushing. The guard then pulled roughly at the bra until her tiny titties were properly exposed.
“All right, let’s see if you can even open wide enough, little girl.”
The girl knelt and did indeed strain to get her jaws wide enough apart to admit the massive schlong, but the guard helped her by grabbing her hair and forcefully shoving to the back of her throat. “GLUCK!”
The Black whore, meanwhile, was pressing her face deep between the man’s buttocks, and slurping and licking sounds filled the van as she guzzled at his sphincter. “Yumnumnonnomnum! Schllloooup! Schlurp!” She found his hygiene standards even worse around the anus than had been the case with his cock, but her standards were not high and she had learned to put up with a certain amount of unpleasantness in her job. She knew it was in her best interests to put delicacy aside and tongue this man’s rancid shit-pipe as if it was nouvelle cuisine, and that’s just what she did. Despite her lowly and degrading occupation, she was by some margin the smartest of the three girls in the van.
The petite girl with black eyes was doing her best but she’d obviously never been subjected to a throat-rape like this. Her eyes were watering, her mouth drooling as the massive cock treated her epiglottis as a punchbag, barrelling down her oesophagus and causing the front of her neck to bulge almost like a frog’s. Carrie gazed in horror – what kind of damage was the poor girl suffering. True, she had volunteered, so in a sense this was her own silly fault – Carrie was naïve in such matters – but this was truly brutal abuse. And the girl was just too physically small to take it.
“All right,” said the guard, looking at Carrie. “Let’s see what you can do with that pretty mouth, rapetoy.” And he pulled his cock from his victim’s slack mouth and shoved her away. She sprawled out gasping like a fish on the floor, her cute little tits slick with spilled saliva.
“I, uh… you have no right…” began Carrie weakly, but broke off as the guard fetched her an ear-ringing slap across the face that made her head spin. Then he knotted her blonde locks around one great ham of a fist and hauled her from the bench, forcing her to her knees before his great jutting hard-on, which promptly poked her in the eye. Carrie blinked away a glob of pre-cum and clamped her jaws defiantly shut.
SLAP! The silly girl paid the penalty for that right away, and while her mouth was temporarily open, the guard aggressively pinched her nose shut and plugged her stinging mouth with the bulbous head of his nob.
Now it was Carrie’s turn to say “Gluck!” In the millennia during which men have been raping cunts’ mouths, the little darlings have never devised any cleverer dialogue.
“Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!”
The guard could have released Carrie’s nose at this point, but he found it pleasant not to, so Carrie began to slowly asphyxiate, quite unable to coordinate her pathetic attempts at inhaling and exhaling with the ramming of the veiny python in her throat, which kept her airtight for most of its motion, only allowing a micropause when it withdrew its maximum length, at which point the enormous head was still filling her unwilling mouth.
Carrie was surprised to hear and feel the small battered wife scampering on all fours between herself and the guard’s legs. Eager not to be thought uncooperative, the brazen young woman clutches the guard’s thigh and with upturned face lapped at his dangling balls. She had a small, cat-like tongue, and what with her ministrations, the Black streetwalker’s swirling her tongue around his asshole, and the way his shaft was tearing up Carrie’s throat, he was having the time of his life. His job allowed him to do things like this on a daily basis, with no attractive prisoners ever reaching their destination unhumiliated, but this was a particularly enjoyable session for him.
Carrie’s vision dimmed, as if a veil were being lowered over her eyes. The big man pounding his dick into her face went grey and hazy. Only the sensation of stifling, and of having her throat pounded, remained as intense as ever.
The van lurched to a halt, toppling the Black girl and the panda-eyed one. Carrie remained on her knees: her face, impaled on the big rapist cock, kept her upright.
The pace of rape increased. The guard was gripping the sides of Carrie’s head now and using it as a fleshlight. She was able to gasp in some oxygen, which saved her from blacking out, which meant she experienced every thrust quite vividly, and when her throat and windpipe were suddenly flooded with searing, globby cum she certainly experienced that too…
Carrie was already choking. But now she inhaled a generous cumshot, then coughed it back up so that it poured from her nostrils and burned the backs of her eyes. She managed to swallow the next spurt, but her choking meant that a stream of spit/semen ran from her mouth and glopped between her curvaceous tits. Then the guard pulled his cock free from her face-cunt and sprayed another sticky mess over hair and forehead.
The van doors opened and Carrie, gasping for air and choking up spunk, heard female laughter. She turned.
“Up to your old tricks, I see, Stan,” said one of two burly female prison guards. They both seemed far more amused than shocked by Carrie’s abuse.
“I hope the little bitch gave satisfaction,” smirked the other.
“This cunt? She was fucking useless,” scoffed Stan the guard, wiping his cock on Carrie’s face and hair and then shoving her to the dirty floor of the van. Her wrists still cuffed behind her back, Carrie was unable to prevent her breasts smacking into the floor and being crushed beneath her modest body weight, nor to stop her forehead striking a ringing blow on the metal floor.
Stan now gave his recommendations: “This Black cunt is a good girl. Eats ass like there’s no tomorrow. Find her a nice cell with congenial company. I know you’ll be wanting to make use of her holes, but keep her away from the other mean girls, huh? This tiny cunt with the attractive eye make-up did her best but she’s too small and inexperienced. It’ll do her good to get some hard lessons. Medium rating.”
Carrie was trying pathetically to get up, as cum oozed from her mouth and pooled on the sticky floor. This involved squirming her knees under herself in hopes of getting up on them, which naturally involved raising her voluptuous young ass. Which naturally made that ass a tempting target.
BOOT! Stan kicked Carrie, not too gently, in the behind, and sent her skidding towards the exit. She stopped with her head hanging off the edge. All she knew about the other victims of Stan’s fun and games exiting was a confused clatter of footsteps.
What happened was that Stan roughly pulled the Black whore to her feet by her hair and sent her staggering out of the van, where the female guards caught her, their hands not-too-subtly fondly the round ass and pert tits of this new plaything before setting her on her stiletto heels.
Then Stan took hold of the tiny battered wife’s earlobe and forced her to her feet. Planting his hand over her entire face he violently shoved her backwards, nearly breaking the poor girl’s neck. The dyke guards caught her easily, though.
“Fuck, girly, you don’t have much titmeat, do you?” asked one, plucking at a nipple as they righted the petite delivery. The dykes laughed at her obvious shame.
“Mine are bigger,” laughed the guard, “But if she eats pussy as well as she licks nutsack you’re gonna have some fun with the little cunt.” Then he turned his attention to Carrie.
His big hand grasped her slender neck and he raised her effortlessly to her feet, then a little higher so her toes were just scraping the floor. Her eyes bulged and her breathing was once more interrupted. Which was no big deal: those brain cells weren’t being used for much anyway.
“This one gets bottom marks. Like, record-breaking bottom marks. It has a shitty attitude and wouldn’t even volunteer to get face-fucked. Give her the maximum hard time, girls.”
“The maximum? Hoo boy… Do you think the bitch can take it?”
“Only one way to find out,” said Stan, and flung Carrie headfirst into the dykes’ waiting arms.
Only they didn’t wait. Smiling broadly, they each took a smart step back and let Carrie’s naked and shackled form fly between them, crashing painfully to the asphalt.
Carrie landed on one shoulder and one tit, grazing her cheek against the rough, hard ground, before her knees banged down too with a bruising force. But before she knew it the lesbians were hauling her to her feet by her hair, arm and tit. They set her loose, staggering in a daze.
Neither of the other two prisoners looked sorry for Carrie’s plight. The panda-eyed girl’s face expressed sheer relief that this was happening to anyone but her. The Black whore just smiled her sleepy smile: this was the way of the world, the way she knew all cunts were born to be treated, and it was surprising and funny to see a blonde girl get treated worse than her…
“Might as well get started, then,” said the first female guard, and maced Carrie in the face.
“No time like the present,” said the other, and tased her in the pussy.
As Carrie winced from the blinding, stinging spray in her eyes and throat, she felt the Taser’s prong stab into her pussy mound, and then 1200 volts were discharged into her body. She slammed to the ground again, shuddering, twitching and jiggling in a really delightful way.
The van roared off, with the guard’s laughter ringing in Carrie’s ears.
Poor Carrie! If only you hadn’t tried to prosecute those men! They were only having a little fun with you! If only you hadn’t put your trust in that female lawyer – you thought a woman would be on your side, but naturally she enjoyed the idea of a younger, prettier cunt than herself being made to suffer! And if only you had accepted the nice guard’s kind offer to let you suck his nice smelly cock. You would have been spared at least some of the very, very, very bad things that are going to happen to you now. But it’s your own silly fault, for being such a dumb, rapeable little cunt!

End of Part 1
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Hope you enjoy Carrie's trip to prison more than she did. Always keen for feedback - tell me what didn't work for you, what made you laugh, what made you hard or wet. And tell me how you'd like Carrie to suffer next.

[Nickamano]

Good start to the continuation of Carrie's legal downfall.
I liked the "reality lessons" from both the male guard and the black prostitute. Liked her attitude to the whole scenario too. And the efforts, however talentless, from the battered wife - at least her efforts were appreciated.
What made me laugh as the idea that men have only been face-raping women for a thousand years ("Gluck!") you should probably multiply that number by a hundred at least.
I would imagine having Carrie placed inside the male prisoner's wing, rather than with the female prisoners, would make for an apt introduction to her new life of incarceration? Though you should always go with however you as the author would prefer to write your scenarios.

[skuttrusk]

Yeah, you guessed my evil plan for Carrie. Though the other girls won't get off TOO lightly.

Brainfart re thousand years - eternity would be more like it. Did Adam facerape Eve? I assume so.

It's kind a game in these stories to find different ways for the different characters to not sympathise with Carrie.