.The  next morning, right after breakfast, I was standing beside Jack's bunk, 
completely naked. I had been forced to humiliatingly turn over all  of my 
clothes, one article at a time, in front of him and his friends, even  my shoes 
and last pair of underwear, and lay them neatly on top of his bunk  to try  and
make up for some of the money I owed him. The clothes weren't  worth much, 
considering  that  most of what I owned  was  prison  issue,  even  my toothbrush
and shower soap. But, he said that he wanted everything I had, and I  had to give
it to him. He had backed me for the past couple of weeks  with cigarettes  and 
liquor, playing blackjack and chess,  and  now  I  had  lost everything,  and  we
 all  knew,  that the  meager  possessions  I  had  just relinquished, including
all of my clothes and toiletries, didn't  even  begin to cover a small portion of
the debt. He asked me in front of everybody if  I was ready to be his little
"bitch."

.I  begged and pleaded with him not to make me his "bitch." He couldn't possibly 
be  turning me out like this. I wasn't that way,  and  besides,  it wasn't my
fault I had lost so much money, even if the money didn't belong  to me.  Those
guys had let me win at first, and then they changed the cards  and cheated.  I 
tried to explain. But everyone knew the code in prison.  If  you owed  anybody
anything, you always paid up. Either they took everything  they wanted from you,
or, if you had nothing, they kicked your ass, or even worse. Even  PC 
(Protective Custody, or if you were a queen, "Punk City")  wouldn't save you from
anybody if you owed them.

.When  I begged, pleaded, and cried in front of everyone that I  didn't want  to 
be  Jack's "bitch," that I would pay him back some  other  way,  he turned his
face away from me, and that's when the rest of the men grabbed me. I  struggled
and cried, but they dragged me out of Jack's cell into  the  one next door.
Before I knew what was happening to me, I felt the first hard cock bludgeoning 
its  way  up my virgin hole. I wanted to scream,  but  the  pain completely 
stole  my  breath  away.  I  was  laying  there  on  my  stomach, spreadeagled on
the dirty, bare mattress of somebody's unused bunk  with  the sheets stripped
away, a man sitting on the back of each leg holding them wide apart,  a  pillow
shoved up underneath my belly, raising my ass high  for  my first  fuck,  and  a
man sitting in the small of my back so I  couldn't  even struggle. I couldn't
even catch my breath because of the shock and horror  of actually being turned
out like this, in public, in front of everybody, and in broad  daylight, too. No
one had ever gotten fucked like this in the daytime. I had always seen them
turned out at night, and in some isolated dark, corner of  the  prison. Even the
guards could see me getting raped now, but  when  I looked at them with
beseeching eyes, none of them lifted a finger to help me. They  just  stared.  My
mouth was still open in a silent scream,  and  I  was gasping  like a fish out of
water, trying to draw a breath, except the  heavy weight  of  all those men on
top of me, holding me down, not to  mention  the brutal  fucking  going  on
between my legs, made it impossible.  That's  when another man climbed up on top
of the bunk with me, right in front of my  face with  his  hard cock jerking up
and down, the underside of his dick  slapping against  my  tear streaked face and
cheeks and mouth as he yelled  at  me  to suck.  I was a virgin in my mouth, too.
I had never sucked a cock in my life, or tasted cum before I got thrown in
prison, even though I had taken a lot of Jack's  cum  in  my mouth over the past
few weeks to try and accommodate  him because  of the money I owed him. And I had
thought that what he had made  me do  was a special "buddy" thing we were doing
that was unique to prison,  and that he was my friend. Now, I was screaming
through my first fuck as the  men crowded close to take their first shot at my
face and ass.

.The men took turns raping me all morning, dragging my virgin ass up and down the
tier, from cell to cell, offering up my mouth and ass to anyone  who wanted  it. 
They  even made me drink their piss between  cocksuckings,  both before and after
their cumloads. They raped me until lunch time, except  they didn't  let  me 
eat.  Instead, they made me stumble  into  the  showers  and completely shave my
body from the nose down. I cried openly while they milled around,  laughing  at
me, and mocking me for being a silly little  bitch  and getting turned out like
that. When I finished shaving, I looked around. I had no place to go. So, I tried
to make my way back to mine and Jack's cell. But, before I made it halfway,
everyone was already finishing their lunch,  and  a brand  new group of men who
hadn't already had me, grabbed me and dragged  me to  the  other  side of the
tier to start my way down that row  of  cells.  I screamed,  and cried. I had
already been raped by at least thirty  guys,  and sucked off probably fifty. And,
that was just between breakfast and lunch.  I couldn't  believe  that they were
actually going to do it  again.  They  took turns  and  gang raped me all
afternoon, flooding my face and ass with  fresh loads  of  cum, promising that
they were going to be doing this to  me  every single day, right after breakfast
and lunch, between every single meal  (even snacks), and right after dinner until
lights out and lockdown, and then start all  over again the next morning, and
that they were doing it for free,  too, since  I  was  an  "independent," a
"renegade" who didn't belong  to  anybody anyway.  I  was  just  free "pussy" to
them. They cruel  bastards  joked  and laughed  as they roughed me off, wondering
how long I would last,  since  the last  bitch  only lasted two weeks before they
finally fucked  her  to  death because  she  was pretty, and stubborn, and
wouldn't give it up willingly.  I tried  to  plead with them around mouthfuls of
throat spearing cock,  that  I wanted to see Jack, that I wanted to talk to him.
But all that came out  were muffled,  wet sounds as I gargled on their cum as
they choked my  words  back down my throat. I couldn't understand why, if Jack
wanted me for himself,  he was  letting  these men tear me up like this, if I
would be any good  to  him after  it  was over, if he would still want me after
being torn up so  badly. Then,  I  heard one of them laugh and joke that Jack was
one of  the  strange ones  that  didn't  like a tight "pussy," that after  he 
put  his  claim  on somebody, he always broke his bitches in like this, letting
the rest  of  the men turn out his whores. That way, when they came crawling back
to him, their "pussies"  would feel more like real pussies, loose enough  to  not
 have  to fight  his way in, and just tight enough to suck the cum out of his
balls  as "her"  "pussy"  dragged along his dick for hours and hours at  a  time 
until "she"  cried, hoping that he would finally cum to ease the abrading  pain 
in her "cunt." What was even more frightening, was that the men fucked me for so
long,  and  so hard, that the pressure against my prostate actually  made  my
dick  grow hard between my legs. So, I closed my legs together, hiding it  so
they wouldn't see it. Closing my legs together made the pain even worse,  but
that  was  preferable to them discovering my predicament (a helpless reaction on
my part), and then making jokes about how I liked getting raped by so many men.

.This time, when they were done (they actually fucked me partway through supper),
I immediately scrambled to my feet, slipping in a puddle of slippery jism  and 
landing hard on my ass, splashing cum all over myself as  the  men hooted  and
jeered. I literally ran back to Jack's cell as fast as my  wobbly legs  and the
pain in my bells and between my legs would allow, holding  onto the bars as I
went, cum dripping out of my mouth and pouring down my legs all the  way to my
ankles. I was ready to beg Jack to save me from these horrible rapes.  I  hadn't
seen him since after breakfast this morning, and it  seemed like an eternity.

."Don't even think about coming in here looking like that. I don't want all  that
cum dirtying up my clean floors. My last bitch just mopped it. Now, are  you
ready to be my bitch, whore?" he asked me, as I stood there on shaky legs,  cum 
splashing all over the floor as it sheeted down my body  and  ran down my legs.
He forced me to publicly proclaim in front of everybody, that I wanted  to be his
whore, that I belonged to him, and that I would beg  to  do anything he wanted,
promising him all sorts of things that I would do for him and  what they mean to
me, without question or complaint, and without begging to  get out of it. The
rest of the men hooted and laughed as they listened to me  say  such  humiliating
 things. After about an hour  of  humiliating  and degrading promises and
pledging my new ownership to Jack, and explaining  how I  had gotten myself into
this, and why I now belonged to him, he made me put on  a  dirty,  worn pair of
panties and four inch heels that had belonged  to some  other bitch long since
gone, and go out onto the catwalk, walking  from cell  to cell in my panties and
heels, telling everyone who would listen that I  was  a  "bitch"  now, a "prison
whore," a "fresh cunt,"  and  that  I  now belonged  to  "Daddy Jack" for as long
as he wanted, or  for  as  long  as  I continued to improve my performance as
everybody's "little girl."