The prison cafeteria bustles with activity. The hiss of steam, the clatter of cheap plastic trays, the shouts of the cooks from the back. Cliques of orange-suited inmates whorl between the tables, staking out their territories. Dirty looks, gossip, threats, all traded back and forth in a hum of activity.

Suddenly, all goes silent. The only sound is rubber on tile. Loud, ominous footsteps. Almost every eye in the room follows its source as it penetrates further and further in.

The footsteps come to a halt at the Hispanic table, directly behind a brown-skinned woman with short-cropped black hair. She does not turn around, either from studied nonchalance or genuine fear. The other women at the table slowly move away from her, as if she is contagious.

A thick white hand grips her beneath the armpit and wrenches her up, turning her around. The young woman is face to face with a man nearly a foot taller than her, with over a hundred pounds on her. She sees herself reflected in the blackness of his mirrored shades.

“Inmate 117-824. Time for a random search,” comes the voice, deep and solid, “Remove your clothes.”

The young woman’s face crinkled in disgust, pen-ink facial tattoos distorting. “Fuck you,” she spat. The cafeteria gave a collective, silent gasp.

The loud crack came out of nowhere. One moment, Maria Ortiz had been asserting her badass credentials. The next, she had been splayed over the table, cheek burning red. She fought back tears as her lips quivered in pain.

The guard grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her back to her feet. The inmate gave a cry of pain as he dragged her to the middle of the cafeteria.

“Remove you clothes,” came the demand again as he released her. This command was followed in record time. The orange pants fell to the floor, followed by the top.

She stood there, nearly naked before the gazes of her fellow inmates. She wanted to make herself as small as she could, almost doubling over.

The tug at her panties was sharp. In a single motion, the guard swiped them down to her knees, leaving her entirely nude before him.

The only sound was the soft pat of a small plastic baggie of white powder as it fell from her panties. The inmate didn’t look up.

She felt the iron grip on the back of her neck. “Inmate 117-824,” came the voice, “Time for a thorough inspection. Come with me.”

Writing a “male prison guard abuses female prisoners” prompt, and would love it if literate, interesting women would write back! Is this a misogynistic future prison? A normal prison where my character has to at least try to keep his rape and abuse on the downlow? While this was intended to give an idea of my own writing style, it’s not required that we continue with this specific scene; there are a number of options we can explore, and I’d love to hear more of your ideas.

Anyway, if this tickles your fancy, maybe send me a writing sample of your writing, ideally relating to this scene or another you would like to try. A description is always welcome, although I like evocative over precise. Looking for someone to trade PM’s of about 250-400 words once to a few times a day.

Kinks: noncon, ENF, medical play, bondage, facefucking, facials, bodywriting, humiliation, dehumanization, watersports, raceplay, breeding, rough sex, misogyny, forced bi/orientation play, and all sorts of other assorted nastiness

Limits: Puke, gore, snuff, scat

Please send me a DM, not a chat invite. If this is up, I am still looking.