Forced To Be Female Part 5

I could write this whole part just on the emotions that I went through in protective custody. It is similar to solitary confinement, but with books and supervised recreation time. It wasn’t easy getting the guards to let me in. I told them that I was afraid I was going to be raped. The problem is that the guards figure that if you have ever sucked or have been fucked, that you can’t be raped. I was told that I liked dick so how could I be raped. Luckily there was some sort human rights group there that week and they didn’t want them to get wind of my denial of protective custody. I got the standard 30 days. If I needed it for any longer, I would have to press charges on someone.

My first week was heaven, for I didn’t have to perform sexual favors for anyone. I didn’t have to shave, douche or put on makeup. I didn’t have anyone insulting me, intimidating me or assaulting me. I showered alone, ate alone and my recreation time was with people in similar situations as myself. During the second week, being alone started to take its toll, I was still happy that I wasn’t be abused, however you have too much time to think. I began to wonder how I had let things go as far as they did. I mean, why didn’t I fight? In my life I had always fought back, why not now. After speaking to a guy who was in protective custody with me, he told me that once you are labeled a fuckboy, you can’t fight. You would have to fight everyone in the system. The system is set up to prey on the weak, and once you are labeled weak, everyone preys on you. Then they dress you up like a doll which in turn makes you believe you are weak. Can you imagine fighting someone while wearing pink panties and makeup? You are then made to do what males consider the weakest thing in the world, take another man’s cock. He told me that the most important thing I need to do is to have a black man’s protection, preferably a Miami black. The whites will kill you if they get the chance. They will kill you by fucking you in the ass with something sharp if they can, but they will kill you.

These revelations were terrifying. If he is correct and logic and experience says he was, I will be abused for at least 8 years or up to 15 if I had to finish my sentence out. Over the next two weeks this was heavy on my mind, I became depressed and I was becoming more and more scared that my 30 days was quickly evaporating. I came to the conclusion that when I got back to general population, if I could keep Mike from killing me for going into protective custody, I would need to find a way to become Thye’s property. It was the best solution I could come up with.

The day came when I had to either press charges on Mike or go back to general population. I knew that if I pressed charges on Mike, no matter where I went in the Florida prison system, I would be killed. Most likely tortured and killed, but definitely killed. He was part of the Miami blacks and they were the largest gang in Florida. They put me in D dorm (the dog house). This dorm is the roughest dorm on the compound. I was terrified moving in. I was approached as soon as I got there and was told by this black guy to sit tight, for I was going back to the honor dorm to be with Mike. This should take place within a couple of Days. It was that same night that my name was called to pack my shit. I was so scared of what Mike would do to me that I had to run and puke in the toilet.
To my surprise I was given a room on the bottom floor of the honor dorm. This meant I would have a room to myself. I was making my bed and wondering why I wasn’t moved into Mike’s room when Mike came in. I jumped to my feet and immediately told Mike I was sorry. I was trembling and crying when he put a arm around me. He gave me some new panties, makeup and told me to shave. He said he would talk to me tomorrow. I was shaving my legs when Thye came in, he smiled and asked if I needed any help. He took the razor from me and finished saving my legs and ass. When he was done, I looked at the new panties and they were all neon pink. Thye smiled and said that, Mike had paid for some pink material and ended up getting that loud pink. He said he probably had a 100 pair of panties made up, so you should probably get used to the color. Society he said, I have some good news. Mike has agreed to let you go to me. We will still owe him some money, but we can pay him off in time. You will still have to work for him on Friday and Saturday nights until we are paid up, but at least you will belong to me.

This was the best news that I could have possibly heard. I know this sounds bizarre that I was happy to become someone’s property, but after 3 weeks of thinking Mike was going to kill me, this was a relief. Thye had treated me better than anyone else had and I was now going to be his. I was getting completely dressed when he said that we should celebrate. He went back to his room and brought back some juice (prison wine). We drank a couple of cups and he started caressing my hair and back. He kissed me and told me to pull his cock out of his boxers. I reached down and suddenly remembered how big he was. Thye was about 6’4” tall and 230 to 250 pounds. He didn’t have an inch of fat on him and he still had the largest cock I had ever seen. When I pulled his cock out he leaned over and pulled the hair grease I kept in my locker. He told me he wanted me to be on top. This meant facing away from him for obvious reasons. I pulled down my panties and slowly, very slowly lowered myself down to his cock. There was no way. I had been in PC for 30 days. My ass was not going to open enough, at least not willingly. After multiple tries, he turned me around and pushed my head on his cock and I really wanted to make him feel good, so I took my time and teased it with my tongue and fingers until I knew he couldn’t take it anymore.