Prison Rape
By: ATHFGuy

Brett Mansell was just beginning his fifth-teen year stay at the state penitentiary for armed robbery and his first week of prison had been hell. The food stank, his cell was freezing, and there were no women. The worst part of it was each day he was constantly reminded he was considered nothing more than “fresh meat” by his fellow convicts. It was an awful thought, but so far the guards had kept most everyone in line.

It was a full week into his sentence until Brett was allowed a shower. All that ran throu his mind was the old joke about dropping the soap. He stepped cautiously into the room, trying to ignore all the hungry glances and wandering eyes as he walked by. He stood under the shower head a bit uneasy about being nude in front of so many men. That's when the vulgar cat-calls started. With his fear mounting, Brett decided it’d be best to just close his eyes, lather up, and get the hell out of there quick and easy.

It was this unfortunate mistake that made it so Brett didn’t notice the big, burly man sneaking up behind him, nor did he notice the two men walking to his side ready to hold down his arms. Shock and panic shot through him; it happened so fast. It wasn’t until the cock was halfway up his ass, that Brett knew he was about to be some one’s bitch. He tried calling for help, but he couldn’t even bring himself make words. Between the painful thrusts he cried out asking why nothing was being done by the idle guard to stop his rape.

Officer Jack Marconi stood there at a safe distance; his eyes were fixed on the brutal scene. Though, at any time he could intervene, he simply chose not to. He liked to watch. He liked seeing those cocky small-time crooks get put in there place. It always happened to these young punks. They were pinned up when they were most venerable and fucked mercilessly. It was sort of like their warm welcome into prison life, he figured. He watched intently as the little guy squirmed, pressed up between the walls of the shower and the massive hulk of man. He wetted his lips and took an authoritative step towards the action.

After the attack had gone on for five minutes, Jack decided to break it up with mace which seemed to work best in these situations. He got up in their faces and sprayed a healthy dose of the stinging mist directly into all their eyes, including Brett's. The men instantly fell to their knees rubbing their eyes and cussing. The shower had cleared out of all the other inmates. Officer Jack walked towards the door and slammed it, maing sure it was locked.

“You’re all in big trouble now boys.” He said with a grin, “You know we tend to frown on this sort of behavior.”

“Fuck you! Ya God damn pussy, you have to use that shit to get me down! You motherfu...” A large tatooed man from the group called out being cut off midsentence.

Jack quickly took out his gun and hit him hard over the head with the butt. The group went silent knowing now he was in charge and meant business. This is the reason Jack had chosen a career as a prison guard; this feeling of dominance he had over these men was unmatched. He loved it.

His stomach growled loudly. The other plus of his job was that the prison was awfully over-crowded and chaos was sure to break loose unless the gaurds enforced obedience by any means necessary. "By any means necessary" meant different things to different gaurds, for Officer Jack Marconi, it meant he wasn't going to have to buy his lunch today at the vending machines.

“You’ve been here for how long? You should better than to get that attitude with me. Now as I was saying, the four ya’ll are gonna be real sorry for this little infraction.”

“But I…” Brett interrupted still in shock and pain. He was feeling sick to his stomach and being punished for this was too much for him to handle.

It was about this time all the convicts started to feel...strange. Everything around them was moving so fast, it was like a rollercoaster ride gone wrong. Jack noticed this and chuckled to himself, knowing that this meant his formula had worked yet again.

“Shut up. Now, right now ya’ll might feelin’ a little bit dizzy, like you’ve been spinning around for hours… And you might even start feelin’ like the room around you getting bigger. But don’t worry, the mace will have that effect on ya…” He chuckled “It’ll have that effect especially when it ain’t mace that was sprayed in your damn eyeballs, but something that’s gonna shrink you down to the size of a rat!”

The four convicts exchanged confused glances, which went ignored by the cop. Officer Jack unbuttoned his uniform top letting his round, hairy stomach hang out over his pants.

“You see this gut?!” He called down slapping his belly. “Ya’ll gonna end up inside of it today! Question is: Who’ll be first?”

Brett started to notice the beads of water dripping off the showers were alot bigger than they should've been. 'This isn't happening.' He thought.

Jack then loosened his belt and stepped out of his pants and slipped down his jockeys revealing his half-hard cock. The prisoners yelled out various threats, but Jack just laughed them off seeing as how each of the men were now just over a foot tall and getting close to the end of the shrinking process.

“How ‘bout you, Mr. Hardass?” He asked to Brett’s rapist who was now roughly four and a half inches tall. He bent down and put his gigantic faces uncomfortable close to the convicts' and sniffed. “Yeah, you’ll do.” He said reaching down to pick up his victim who was standing at about five inches now.

The little man was caught between Jack’s bulky thumb and index finger and swept up and lifted high above the giant’s face. Jack tipped his head back and opened wide. He dangled the screaming man playfully by one leg over his cavern of a mouth letting him slip further in. His gigantic tongue then rolled the shrunken man into his jaws and quickly gulped him down. Jack licked his chops noisily which looked and sounded very menacing to the men below.

Brett stomach sank as he watched the inmate be reduced to a lump in the jail guard’s throat. He was in too much shock to hear Jack taunting them about how delicious the man was and how he couldn’t wait to toss down the rest of his “snacks.” To think, just a few weeks ago Brett was robbing convenience stores, now he’s gonna be some sadistic cop’s lunch.

"Sorry if I'm being a pig, but I can't really help it." Jack said as he laid down on his back on the tiles and stretched resting Brett and the other two on top of his soft belly amongst the thick curls of hair.

Ater a moments rest the giants took up the other two at the same time into his great fist, pressing them together. He then gave them each a few soft licks, just tasting them. He then proceeded to bathe them with his tongue. Licking them head to toe. Covering them both with slavia, then rubbing them up against eachother. He played around with them almost like a big kid playing with dolls for a moment or two, grinding them up against eachother and putting them into humilating positions and holding there ehilr he giggled. When he was finnished, he pursed his lips, slurped them both in, and swallowed hard.

"Awwwwwwwwww...That's nice." Jack smiled.

Through the thick layers of belly flesh Brett could feel his former tormenters pounding and struggling from inside Jack's stomach. He swore he could even hear screams and shouts coming from within. The vibrations boggled him. This cop had three living men twitching around in his stomach and was treating it as if he just ate a couple of cheetos. He froze, when he realized he was the only one left shivers ran down his back.

Without warning, Brett was grasped tightly in Jack's meaty fist and lifted to his face. He began to struggle, but gave up when he realized there was no use. The only noises were the heavy breathing and the gurgles coming from Officer's Jack's waist. They sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity. The silence was suddenly broken with a loud, crass belched the bellowed out of the giant.

"Relax little buddy, I'm not gonna eat ya, no matter how tasty you look...too full." Jack hined a grin while patting his stomach. "Oops, sorry they've got to be all over my breath...I think I'll take you home and make you my own little jail-bird."

Officer Jack Maconi then stood up and began to get dressed. He slipped his tiny man into his positioning him between his sweaty cock and balls.

"Hope you you're comfortable in there." Jack called down laughing before letting go of the elastic band.

Brett would be kept in a hampster cage like all of Officer Jack's other little men who were lucky enough to become his playthings. None of Jack's supiors would ever question what happened to Brett or the three other prisoners. The warden was so conscerned with over-population of his prison, that he was willing to overlook the occassionaly missing prisoner. And if the inmates asked he'd simply say they were transfered to another prison. And if anyone got too nosey...well, Officer Maconi had ways of dealing with snoops.

The End