I've come to terms with my place in life. I belong on my knees for women to come piss into my mouth like a urinal. I dream of being used and abused as a good little girl in front of groups of women. I want to lift my skirt, pull down my little girl panties, and show my little winkie to all the nice ladies that came to laugh at it while I bounce up and down on a nice fat dildo in my sissyhole. They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve. The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.

I need help. Can any women give me some good ideas on how to make my Mommy happy? I wake her up every morning with my tongue in her sweet pussy and ass, and I cook her breakfast. I clean the house with my ass and my tongue. I always cum when I'm told to, and not a moment sooner. What else can a girl do to make her Mommy happy? A friends father learned of my demands that I was a girl and soon I was his "special daughter" at seven. My virginity was given up with joy to him at nine. (he I continued to see till I was 26) With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable. The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.

You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show. Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits. There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in. You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it. Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.

I was born a female but sadly with a sexual characteristic that when seen identified me as a boy. As a result of my gender feelings; How can I be a good girl? I already dusted the entire house. Mommy put the duster up my tight little hole and I had to clean with no hands. I did a good job and didn't break anything! I really want Mommy to sit me on her lap, finger my ass and make me clean her fingers with my mouth, and spank my little weewee and balls in front of her friends. Some of them have daughters my age, who all love to take pictures. And I want to show all the ladies the best way to train their own sissy slave girls. Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.