Untying the Knot: Ally's Story
Copyright© 2026 by FyreFoss88
Chapter 30: Crossed
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 30: Crossed - A promiscuous young woman is committed to a controversial sex addiction clinic where she must contend with both the staff and patients (or should that be ‘inmates’?). Untying the Knot is an examination of erotica, submission, and the terrible things people do to each other when seeking meaning in their lives and in their actions; both at a personal and institutional level.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Enema Exhibitionism Fisting Flatulence Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex Cat-Fighting Revenge Violence
Breakfast was a ginger shot.
What the hell is this? I asked the warden who had opened the door to my room.
Just shut up and drink it, he said.
It tasted like shit. After I’d drank it, they had me hold onto my sink and spread my legs. I heard heels. It was that woman again.
And how was your first night, insolent bitch? She asked.
I could see her distorted reflection in the mirror.
Would have been better if you’d spent the night in my cell with me, I said, winking.
She did respond, but instead turned to the warden.
Give it to me, she said to him.
He handed something to her.
Ten strokes for that, you little cunt whore, she beamed.
She seemed excited. And so the blows from the paddle reigned down on my ass. She hit me harder than whoever was hitting me yesterday, and I yelped.
That’s it, you stupid bitch, she spat, that’s what you get!
I tried to channel each yelp into something that felt more like a moan of pleasure, just to fuck with her. To give it to her though, she was walloping my ass and it really fucking hurt.
After the ten strokes were administered, I was taken by the arms. The ball gag was placed back into my mouth and the hood back over my head. They walked me back to presumably the same room and cross as yesterday - not that I could tell for sure. Someone smacked me once on each tit and then they left me there.
Hours passed.
Piss?
I shook my head.
Someone smacked the meat of my cunt and I jumped a mile.
I said - piss, they said again.
I felt the bucket against my inner thighs. I pushed as hard as I could. Some urine trickled out of me, but it didn’t feel like much.
Better, they said.
I heard the jangle of a bucket handle.
Take off her hood, the voice said.
It was torn from my face. I tried to see what was going on, but before I could take anything in, the bucket was thrown over me. There wasn’t much in there, but it splashed in my eyes and nose and I sputtered and gagged behind the ball. The bag came back down. Everyone else in the room pissed first time, as if they had been able to deduce what had happened.
I was left like that for hours, the bag sticking to my face. Later, they came back again and asked me to piss again. This time I went first time, forcing out a little stream. It was not thrown in my face.
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