I walked into work just like I do everyday. I am a counselor in the local prison. Yesterday was rough. I got into a fight with Officer France because I didn’t like the way that he was treating an inmate. After yelling at each other for about 10 mins he walked away muttering how I need to learn my place and that I shouldn’t have fucked with him.
I just wanted to put that all behind me and start a new day. I emailed the officer last night and tried to smooth everything over. I got no response so I figured I would talk to him in person today. I walked down the mental health wing, The lack of cameras in this area scares me as master control can’t see if anything bad is going down. A couple weeks ago two inmates got into a fight just outside my door. I had to call for help as the one guard escorting was not enough. However it is to protect the confidentiality of the inmates coming to see me. I walk into my office and kicked on the lights and shut the door only to be roughly grabbed from behind.
Officer France was not looking to make amends he had been waiting in my office for me. Being much stronger than I and trained in Tactical take downs I was on the floor with my hands pinned behind my back in no time and he was laying on top of me holding me down. As I yelled for him to get the fuck off of me, he gagged me with his burly leather gloved hand silencing any attempts to call for help.
I struggled and kicked trying to escape his grasp. He continued to lay on me until I had exhausted myself enough that he felt he could move on to his step. He reached down and I could feel him pulling something out of his pocket. He brought the object near my head and I immediately could smell the foul object. “I have worn these underwear for 2 weeks to the gym. Never thought I would be using them on you but you got to love the timing.” He removed his hand and I foolishly opened my mouth to yell for help as he took the opportunity to shove the disgusting briefs in my mouth. Forcing them all the way in and making my cheeks bulge as he pushed them in aggressively. I tried to push it out with my tongue but , France just gripped my mouth and held it shut. The taste of weeks old ball and ass sweat filled my mouth. I wanted to gag as the taste filtered out of the briefs and into my mouth. Preoccupied with the taste I never saw him grab some tape and seal the briefs in my mouth as he wrapped it several time around my mouth.
Satisfied that I was successfully silenced he pulled me to my feet and spun me around to face him. Holding my arms to my side he pulled me in so we were face to face. I was screaming into the gag with only muffled sounds escaping. “I told you not to fuck around with me. Now Inmate 322 lets get you set and back to your cell”
I screamed “Fuck no”, “ You cant do this” and “Let me go” Over and over but my muffled cries had no effect on his plan. My door being shut also gave that extra sound barrier as to what was going on inside. He spun me around again and cuffed my hands behind my back and then suddenly let me go. I stumbled trying to balance myself with my arms behind my back. I turned around and faced him. He just laughed as I tried to get my hands to my face to remove the tape and gag. He moved forward and grabbed me by my face. “ We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I will get what I want either way. I guess we just need to know how bruised you want to be when this is over.” He then let go on my face and I watched in horror as he pulled out an inmate’s outfit from his bag and placed it on the floor in front of me. “Now I am going to uncuff you. You are going to get undressed and get in this outfit I brought for you. If you try anything foolish you will regret it.”
I felt the cuffs loosen and as they were pulled off I darted for the door hoping my smaller size would give the speed advantage. I grabbed the handle and pulled only to have the door slam back shut as France reached me in no time. He then landed a punch in my gut and I fell to the floor trying to get air in through my nose. As I gasped for air France grabbed my legs and pulled them into the air. He quickly ripped off my shoes with my pants to follow. I finally was breathing normal again and was climbing up on my knees, when he slapped me across the face and sent me falling to my side. As braced myself with my hands trying to push myself back up. I could just let him do this to me. He put his foot on my back and pushed me back down. He then grabbed my shirt and ripped it off me. I laid there with his foot on my back in only my underwear and socks. I quickly turned around throwing his foot to the side and jumped up ready to fight. He just smiled at me like I was making his day. I threw a punch which he easily dodged and then He grabbed me and pushed my head down toward his crouch. He spun me around so I was facing away from him and He wrapped his arm around my neck in a ninja choke hold and squeezed. I punched at him but things started to go dark and every thing went black.
I woke up and was dressed completely in inmate orange laying on the floor and still gagged. France saw I was awake and grabbed me by my hair. He then pulled me into a restraint chair. He quickly buckled me in tightly and took away all chances of escape. The only hope I had was the other officers would see my face as he rolled me out of my office. That was quickly squashed as he pulled out a Safety/ Spit helmet. He placed the red helmet on and strapped it on tight. Covering the gag and my face.
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