Part Seven – Jennifer
After that first ‘interview’ with Mr. Simmons, Ms. Edna somewhere, somehow acquired a sizable rubber dildo. It was large and Ms. Edna remarked how many packs of cigarettes such a treasured object could command if offered for sale in the estrogen filled cellblock.
The ten inch phallus had a hollow section cleverly designed to be filled with liquid and on many an afternoon Ms. Edna vigorously thrust it deep into my throat, forcing me to control my gag reflex. At random intervals she would squeeze the shaft squirting water into my orifice, encouraging me to relax and allow the faux semen to be injected directly into my gullet without choking.
“Pretend your throat is your cervix, Jenn, and you’d like to become pregnant.”
An interesting juxtaposition, visualizing the p
