I had an idea for writing a story in WIP (women in prison) genre which morally condemned and belittled the sexual offenders instead of the victim.

The version which I had in my mind was good, but when I actually wrote it, it came out poorly. It became somehow childish, far from reality and full of statements and declarations instead of true emotions.

I still think the original idea was good, but maybe because of my poor writing skills, I couldn't make something good out of it. I don't want to publish my story as it is right now.

Is anyone interested in my original idea and wishes to correct / complete my story or use it as a basis for a new story?

I copied my story bellow, however, if you are going to read it, please note that my story is currently not complete or interesting, I'm looking for ideas to improve it. I'm merely copying it to ask for opinions to correct / complete it. It doesn't have a name yet.


Here is my unfinished story:



My name is Isabel. I was a political activist in 1970s in one of Latin America countries which suffered from a harsh military dictatorship, a common form of government in that time and place. My husband, Hector, was killed by the ruling regime because of his activities. I was also imprisoned shortly after.


Needless to say, prisoners were faced with many kinds of mistreatment. In case of women, this mistreatment included sexual harassment which we all suffered on many levels.


I’m not going to bore you with writing about my cause, exact details of my imprisonment, different mistreatments which I received and … although these subjects are very important in their place and perhaps much more important than the story which I’m going to tell, various writers or moviemakers have produced many articles, books, movies and documentaries about them. So, instead of repeating what has already been said more precisely in better forms, I’m going to focus on a certain experience which I had and how I made what was supposed to be a rape and sexual torture backfire.


Different women prisoners had informed me that some kind of sexual harassment is inevitable. They told me about their different horrible experiences and how the guards took sadistic pleasure by sexually humiliating them. Since I was a dignified middle aged woman, even the thought of that was horrible. I was even afraid to think about that. I preferred death to being humiliated like that.


I kept telling myself that is not going to happen, I will resist or even commit suicide. Until one night they took me to a solitary cell. While laughing, the chief of guards told me that tomorrow will be my turn and they have prepared an “especial ceremony” for me. Terrified, I asked what he means by that. He answered: “A wedding ceremony! Since we know you have lost your husband and seem too lonely, we have found you a new suitable husband!” After that they just locked me in the cell and left.


My worst nightmare was becoming true. I knew the only reason that they informed me in advance about the rape which was awaiting me, was letting me to worry and torture myself all night before the actual event. When people know something as terrible as that will happen, they usually imagine how it will happen and probably get raped hundreds of times in their imaginations before that actually happens.


I tried to avoid that Thought. I focused on what I could do about it. I knew I couldn’t physically resist. But mentally? Should I just let them do what they want and then forget all about it? That wasn’t a good idea either. It was like becoming a mindless sex doll.


My fear of rape was not from a physical aspect. Although the physical harm was inevitable and heavy, I had taken quite a beating and physical torture before. I had survived that without shaking. So why was I so afraid of being raped?


I started thinking about the morality of what was going to happen. I realized that the reason which made me be so terrified was being humiliated and degraded after that. But was that premise true? How could I have been responsible for what was going to happen? None of it was my fault. I had no reason to be ashamed. It was the rapists who should have felt ashamed for the terrible crime they were going to commit. But since they clearly didn’t felt like that, I decided to stop defending myself and attack their position instead.


The morning came. They took me outside the solidary cell. While I was walking in the corridor one of the guards told me: “You were walking so proudly before. After today, you can’t hold your head up again!” They took me to a room which had nothing except a table in it. The guard which had talked to me stayed and in a few minutes, he was joined by the chief of guards and an extremely large young man.


The chief of guards said: “So, you claim that you are a law abiding citizen. You accuse our government of being unlawful.” That was true. He added: “In this prison, my word is the law. Do you understand?” I was just standing there with an indifferent face and simply responded: “Yes”. I realized some surprise in their faces. Perhaps they were expecting some resistance.


He said: “Good. So you will do what I say. I take the needs of my prisoners very seriously and I’m determined to fulfill their needs. I have realized that you have been very sad and lonely since you arrived, so it’s time to cheer you up.”


The two other men were smiling, as if they knew what kind of game is about to be played and were awaiting their fun.


The chief asked: “Do you miss your husband?”


Once again I responded with an indifferent voice: “Yes”.


“I believe that’s the source of your sorrow. But don’t worry, we are going to fix that. You need some time with him, on the other hand, you have certain needs as a woman. Your needs must be fulfilled. So undress!”


The picture of their plan was getting clear. This was certainly the point which they expected my physical resistance to begin. But I surprised them. I undressed down to my underwear without hesitation or losing the indifferent attitude.



When I stopped, he ordered: “To the skin!”


I took off my bra and panty as well and stood fully naked in front of them without trying to cover anything. I could clearly see the surprise on their faces.


He ordered me to sit on the table and spread my legs, which I did.


“Now, I want you to imagine you are in bed with your husband. You are both horny and he is fucking you. I want you to masturbate with one hand and play with your tits with the other, while thinking about him.”


I did exactly what he asked. I wasn’t faking it at all. I really did think of my husband. Slowly, sexual pleasure began to flow in my body. I started chanting his name loudly: “Oh, Hector!” “Oh, Hector, that’s it, don’t stop!”


They stared at me with disbelief. My reputation was being a respected, educated, dignified and perhaps a little snob woman. But now, I was shamelessly masturbating in front of three strangers!


Now was a perfect time to begin the execution of my plan!


I chanted: "Oh, Hector, I wish you were here to see! These men are staring at me for a glimpse of pleasure which you gave me and they can’t give or receive it!"


I felt some displeasure in their eyes and continued:


"I’m so glad I was with you. Not every man knows how great is to love and satisfy his beloved!"


I repeatedly moaned with pleasure and moved my fingers faster until I had a powerful orgasm in front of them!


They watched in amazement. The chief said: "What a juicy bitch! Looks like you actually like to do this!"


"Do what? Think of my loving husband and masturbate in his memory? Yes, I like doing it. I will continue doing it as long as I live. What you saw was just a glimpse of the pleasure we had together. That's something you can never have."


"You got a big mouth on you! But we will fix that! As I said you need a new living husband and we have found you a perfect one! I have searched the whole barracks to find him!" Then he pointed to the extremely large young man who was standing there quietly and said "Meet José!"


The guy was tall and muscular and perhaps in his mid twenties. I realized what kind of person I'm dealing with. He was most probably from a very poor remote rural area, a person who was raised in a traditional society and brought up to hate the urban intellectuals. He was a kind of simpleton which the government duped and rallied to fight against the democratic and progressive activists, a person who was so belittled by well dressed and educated people in his life that took every opportunity to strike back at people who looked like his oppressors, regardless of where they really stood.


The two officers ordered José who was a simple conscript from the lowest rank to undress, which he willingly did. His body was completely unshaved and hairy. When he removed his underpants I saw the biggest and longest cock I had witnessed in my life, and it wasn't even erected yet.


The two officers laughed and asked me "So, what do you think? Do you like your new husband?"


"He looks good. If he can treat a woman well, he can someday make an excellent husband for a woman."


"Oh! You will see how he treats you soon! His monstrous cock will rip you apart."


"At least he is man enough to pull down his pants and fuck … the same can't be said about some people."


The angered chief ordered José to handcuff me, but I responded "No. There is no need. I won't resist."


They all laughed and the other officer said:


"Okay, let's see if you can continue pretending that you don't care or like it."


When José approached me, I asked:


"What about you? Do you like to have a woman like me as your wife?"


Despite it seemed that my question had attracted his attention, he stayed quite.


"Your family would certainly like you to marry a suitable woman who you love and she loves you back. I'm probably at the age of your mother. They may be disappointed to see you with me, especially in a situation like this."


The chief yelled:


"Enough talking! Fuck her as hard as you can!"


"Wait José. Is this your first time?"


He nodded yes.


"It doesn't work like this. If you are going to satisfy your beloved some day, you should know how to do it. I'm too tight for you. If you start like this, you may injure your beloved and yourself. Let me lubricate you first."


I sat in front of him and put my hands on his buttocks and my face in front of his huge cock. I noticed that he had been ordered around all the time. In order to break his submissive attitude, I asked "May I?"


He just nodded again. I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking as best as I could.


The officers made indecent comments about me, like I was the dirtiest slut they ever saw, I was a pervert who was asking to be raped, I was begging for fuck, etc.


I sucked him for few minutes until the officers ordered him to "stop with the appetizer and bring the main course".


I had lubricated his cock with my saliva as best as I could, but I knew it was going to be tough regardless. I lied on the table and spread my legs as much as I could. I also used my hands to pull each leg to a side, spread them further and keep them in the air.


I noticed José's surprised look. A few minutes ago, he probably thought about himself as a monster which a civilized woman couldn't tolerate, but now, a woman was warmly teaching him about love and sex and welcoming him to her body.


He put his cock on the tip of my pussy. Its size made me afraid, but I was determined to tolerate it.


I said: "Remember, I'm okay with this. Don't ever do it with someone who is not willing. Don't let them turn you to a monster. Be a good man and don't make your family ashamed."


I was getting ready for him to enter me, but he hesitated for few seconds and backed off.


The chief yelled: "What the hell is wrong with you? Do it!"


José talked for the first time since I saw him: "No, this isn't right. I'm not doing it."


"Stupid boy, you bought her act? You think she cares about you?"


"This is not right, whether she cares about me or not … and I'm sure you don't care about me either, but the people who do, never suggest something like this."


The other officer yelled: "This is an order! Obey now or you will be harshly punished!"


"No. No punishment can be greater than taking away my humanity … I'm even ashamed that I agreed to do this and came this far."


The two officers left the room yelling and promising him punishment. When we were left alone, I hugged him.


"Thanks, you did the right thing. Tell your fellow soldiers what happened. I know most of them are good people like you."


"This isn't over, they will come back with more guards … they will beat me up and rape you."


"That's okay. I can take it and so can you. I even call this a victory. Just Imagine what would have happened if you had let them to turn you into a mindless rape machine … Or they had succeeded in turning me to a miserable victim with a broken spirit for the rest of my life."


He was about to put on his clothes, but I didn't want the story to end there.


I said: "Wait, we still have a few minutes. I know the guards are busy in this hour and they should mobilize many in order to take down a strong man like you. When you tell the story to your fellow soldiers, you should also have something exciting to add. That will attract more attention and motivate them to follow your example."


He looked like he has no clue what I'm talking about. I smiled and said:


"Let's do it, but this time as equals, like human beings!"


I sat in front of him as I had done before and asked the same question:


"May I?"


"Yes!"


I put his huge cock in my mouth again and sucked him hard and fast. I was determined to make him cum before they returned. He kept moaning in enjoyment.


Just as I heard the door opening, he cummed in my mouth. He had so much cum that some of it spurt out of my mouth and landed on my face and neck.


I turned my head to see the guards and officers watching us in disbelief.


I asked:


"What? Have you never seen two people having sex without being forced to do it?"