Chapter 5

The heavy cell door slammed shut as Xavier left. I was alone now with Jasmine and Lola - two tall, muscular trans women who looked down at me with cruel smiles. My bare skin crawled under their gaze.

“Look at him shaking,” Lola giggled. Her steel-toe boot tapped against the concrete floor. “Pathetic.”

I scrambled backward until the cold prison toilet pressed into my spine. No escape. Lola’s foot suddenly lashed out - a vicious kick to my balls. White-hot pain exploded through me as I collapsed, wheezing.

They didn’t stop. Steel toes cracked against my ribs, my thighs, my already tender groin. Each kick left darker bruises on my pale flesh. Tears streamed down my face as I curled into a ball, whimpering. Any pride I’d had was gone.

Jasmine finally stepped forward while I trembled at her feet. Without a word, she reached past me and pressed a hidden button. A secret compartment slid open in the wall. My blood ran cold when she pulled out a heavy metal box.

“Look how scared he is!” Lola laughed, grabbing my hair to force my gaze upward. The box’s latches clicked open ominously.

Jasmine dangled a pair of thick handcuffs in front of my face. “Hands together, slut.” My arms shook as I obeyed. The cuffs snapped shut painfully tight around my wrists.

A chain descended from the ceiling with a rusty hook. Jasmine attached it to my cuffs and yanked - forcing me onto tiptoes with my arms stretched painfully above my head. My bare feet barely touched the floor.

“Xavier wants you clean,” Jasmine purred, opening the metal box to reveal shining implements inside. “But first ... let’s see how much pain you can really take.”

Jasmine grabbed a metal spreader bar. She locked it around my ankles. My legs were forced wide apart. My hairy crotch and hairy body were fully exposed. I tried to close my legs but couldn’t. The cold metal dug into my skin.