Delmore Correctional Facility - Chapter 11
i woke up in the bunk room. Six other white COs were in there with me. All but one was still asleep. cumdump (conner) was sitting on his bed, staring at the wall. he looked like he could use a friend so i walked over and sat down on his bed next to him. i was starting to feel close to him since we’d both been used together.
“you good buddy?”
“No.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“i think there’s something wrong with me. Why won’t any of the Sirs claim me for their own? i’ve been kept here for months now as community property. i feel like i’m doing something wrong.”
The boy looked genuinely sad. Clearly, he had been completely brainwashed during his time of service here at Delmore. I had to admit this impressed the fuck out of me. They were so skilled in what They were doing that They had this boy sad that he hadn’t been claimed as a Sir’s property. It hadn’t escaped my attention that the same was happening to me. i was still fighting it as best i could but…
“How long have you been working here?”
“‘Bout a year. But They started taking control about 8 months ago. i was converted about 6 months ago.”
“Did you live in town?”
“Yeah. After graduating from the DOC Academy, this was my first assignment, so i rented a place in town.”
“i hear it’s no longer a normal town.”
“i consider it to be normal these days after all we’ve been through. But yeah, before being ordered to remain on property i saw the changes happening around me. Maybe we were a bit too oblivious to it. But you know how you had to keep your mouth shut or you’d be ‘cancelled’. The first thing i saw that stuck out was a Black Couple, Man and Woman, walk into the grocery store with a collared white couple. They were holding the leashes that were attached to the white couple’s collars. Both of the whites were wearing provocative clothing. Booty shorts for both if i remember right. i remember they weren’t wearing shoes and the only thing that really went through my mind was that they were gonna get worms if they didn’t put on some shoes. The Black Couple strolled leisurely while the whites collected the groceries and pushed the buggy. I also remember the mayor having to step down amidst controversy after some very embarrassing videos surfaced of him and a Black Dominatrix. The vacant post was filled by a Black Man. He was appointed by the first Black Governor of Alabama.”
i voted for the Man myself. i followed His campaign and thought He was the only candidate worth voting for. He was charismatic and exuded confidence. The other candidates i later learned were fronted by the BNWO to make certain that Their Man became Governor. Any other candidate that thought of running was strongly discouraged by anonymous people with damaging info about them. The BNWO candidate won in a landslide by an actual vote of the people. Though the whites had no idea that they were voting for their own eventual enslavement. i continued to listen to conner.
“On the drive to work one day, i noticed a roadside litter crew being watched over by a Black Deputy Sheriff on a horse. The litter crew was 100% white. When i saw the Black Deputy had a whip, i was wondering how the Sheriff’s Office got away with that type of punishment. Figured it might be a joke. Guess the joke was on us.”
i decided it was safe to ask conner a few more questions.
“So what’s the deal here? did any of the white COs resist the conversion?”
“Yes. There were a few. Sirs removed them though.”
“What do you mean, removed them?”
“The only thing i know for certain is that we never saw them again. The general consensus is that they were executed for treason against the BNWO. The CO boy greg is owned by a Sir that lives in town and he says that They have brought back public executions for major crimes. But only for the whites. There’s a scaffold at the courthouse square and it’s used occasionally. A lot of the whites slipped away one night to flee to predominantly white areas and that caused the city’s leadership to put up 24/7 checkpoints at most access points. Or so greg says. The checkpoints are manned by mostly white police officers that have all been converted for service to the BNWO. The Republic’s local leadership has been working on converting the locals to this new way of life. They send the hard cases here.”
This was all very intriguing to me. i was very confident that the state must be a part of this. At least on the law enforcement and judicial side of things. But, crime still happens regardless and not everyone here can be a part of that experiment. I asked conner about the inmates.
“They are here too, Black and white. Though T/they are treated differently. The white inmates are basically slaves with absolutely zero rights. Generally, they are given over to ownership to one of the Black Inmates. Violence against the staff has gone to an almost unnoticeable number. If They want to torture their property They drag them to Dorm B. Sometimes there is body modification and forced feminisation. All of them have permanent tattoos as brands for Who they belong to. Obviously, the Black Inmates are allowed to use us sexually but They do face punishment if They damage or assault one of us (the white COs).“
“Do you want to be branded?”
“Well not by one of the Inmates. They freed all of the Black Inmates that were in here on what They deemed as insufficient evidence. Those that were left, did what They did to be locked up in here. But yes. i want to be owned by a Sir. i want to take care of Him in whatever way He desires. i just feel like i must not be worthy enough. Yet somehow greg is. greg for fucks sakes.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say that would make him feel better. But he looked so cute sitting there all sad. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in to hug him. he flinched at first. Then embraced me in return. And then it happened. we kissed. Like probing tongue kissed. We made out with each other in his bed until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
“Wake up, love birds.”
It was the older white officer that bunked with us. i woke up startled. And strangely enough, ashamed to be caught cuddling another man (boy) in bed. Yeah i know how strange that sounds after everything that had happened but it was true. The older white must have read me well.
“No shame in giving in to your faggot nature, son. But it’s time to get up. We got showers, breakfast, and then the gym before shift starts.”
conner looked up at me while i was lifting myself off of him and the bed.
“Thank you, sweet pussy.”
“you are welcome, cumdump.”
Off to the showers and douche stations we went. Afterwords, a slave brought our breakfast proteins and water. The rest of the white boys had already adapted to their new life like it was nothing. This amazed me. i was starting to realize the truth in what Sir James had told us. Naked, we waited on our knees by the door for an Officer to come take us to the gym.
This routine repeated itself for a couple of weeks.
Wake up.
Shower and douche.
Breakfast.
Gym (may or may not get fucked and/or sexually tortured while completing required physical training).
Lunch. Shower and douche.
Class room (five days a week) for Black History lessons and training on how to please Black Men.
8 to 12-hour shift, depending on how long class lasted. you were definitely getting fucked and/or sexually tortured during your shift. A meal break somewhere in there.
Go to bed. With conner. Make out and occasionally finger fuck each other’s pussy until we fall asleep cuddling. There is no doubt i was falling in love with him.
i settled into this routine and actually started to enjoy it. i had found a family with my fellow white bitch COs and started to yearn for a Sir to claim me. At times, a lot of times, i completely forgot why i had been sent there. That is, until the day i was called to the warden’s office after a few weeks of my assignment.
Sir Washington had snatched me off the dick of a Black Inmate in one of the dorms.
“bitch, get them balls of your chin and come with Me!”
He grabbed me by the hair and snatched me up. Took my arm and speed walked me to the warden’s office.
“you fucked up bitch. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes right now. Though I doubt you’ll have them on much longer.”
Of fuck. What could i have done? It has been weeks. Maybe my wife finally went looking for me. Did i displease a Sir? Oh God i hope not. W/we made it to the office and it was occupied by Lt. Roosevelt, the warden and his admin asst (both wearing matching lingerie and kneeling with their heads bowed), and my Handler from the Undercover assignment. For the first time in three weeks you probably could not have fit a small pencil up my asshole thanks to the stress this sight just put me in.
Lt. Roosevelt broke the silence, “So, you’re a fucking undercover pig?”
i heard the hand before i felt it. Sir Washington slapped the shit out of my face. I fell to my knees immediately as it seemed like the right thing to do.
To be continued…
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