Chapter 3
This isn't a progressive prison. Quite the opposite. They aren't interested in rehabilitation, only punishment. As a result the guards carry a number of different weapons. Non-lethal but still damn effective. And they need to practice with them regularly. Your prescence offers them a unique opportunity to train using a person, rather than manniquins.
You're walked, naked, through the prison and out into the yard. During the walk your slutty fag body is seen by almost everyone. The prisoners taunt you and mock your tiny fucking clit. They promise that if they ever get their hands on you they'll rape you unconscious and cover you in the cum of real men.
Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.
The guards explain that they are going to practice their riot suppression techniques on your sissy body, beginning with nightsticks. They already know they can shove them up your boipussy whenever they want so instead they're going to beat you with them. They focus their attention on your titties. They're dying to know if the nice big implants Daddy bought you are as sensitive as real titties. It turns out they are. Repeated blows to your tits rain down. The pain is incredible. Your crying and begging for mercy has no effect on them. The bruising starts to set in immediately. Just when you think you'll pass out from the pain it stops.
The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.
They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve.
The guards grow bored simply shooting the tasers at you and decide they should hook them directly up to your useless balls and run the electricity into you. The darts are stabbed into your sack and the trigger pulled. Hundreds of volts run through your pathetic balls and throughout your body. Over and over. Your cries only make them laugh. Your begging for mercy only makes them do it more and more. Eventually you lose control and piss yourself prompting howls of laughter. The humiliation makes you blush from head to toe. It also makes your cock start to grow again.
The next weapon to be unleashed is the bean bag shot gun. Bonus points are going to be awarded for anyone who hits your tits and even more points for hitting you in the clit and balls. There's a very brief conversation among the guards about the risk of doing permanent damage but it's quickly decided no one gives a damn. The first two shots hit your tits knocking the wind out of you. The third shot hits your throat making it almost impossible for you to scream anymore. After that each and every shot is aimed at your clit. Round after round smashes into your crotch. Each one feels like being kicked in the balls. Your legs go limp and you're left hanging by your wrists from the fence like a depraved piece of meat.
A bucket of ice cold water splashes over you, snapping you out of your stupor. You can barely feel your clit anymore. Your balls are swollen to the size of oranges.
The next weapon to be used is rubber bullets. They aren't utilized very often on the prisoners because of the damage they can do. No one cares about the damage they'll do to you.
Again, bonus points are available for hitting you in the tits and crotch. This time around the discussion about damage is a bit more serious. It's agreed a direct hit could destroy your balls. The consensus is that if that happens they'll take you to the prison doctor and have him remove your balls completely. They'll turn you into a total fucking eunuch.
The first couple of shots hit your thighs and stomach. the pain rips through you instantly. The swelling and bruising is also instant. As is the perverse enjoyment you're feeling. Your depraved mind has decided you both deserve and enjoy this treatment. As before, your clit starts to grow at the thought.
Inevitably two shots, in quick succession, hit your balls. Your screams can be heard throughout the entire prison before you fall unconscious.
It takes two buckets of ice cold water splashed over your limp body to revive you this time.
The guards examine your almost ruined clit and balls and decide the doctor can, probably, save them.
That being decided they go get the guards that ride horseback and oversee the prisoners working the farm.
Those guards need practice with their whips. They don't get to use them as often as they'd like so practice is always welcome and you're perfect for their needs.
You're unshackled from the fence and turned around, facing it, and reshackled. The two horseback guards flip a coin to see who goes first. The winner uncoils his 8 ft whip and begins swirling it in the air. With a quick flip of his wrist the whip leaps out and bites your ass. Your screams echo across the yard. Another swoosh and the whip crosses your back. Bright red welts form immediately. The burning sensation radiates out across your back. They start coming faster now. Most of them hit your thicc ass, making you dance and quiver and shake and scream. Eventually it becomes so intense you go numb. Your ass is on fire but now you simply accept that this is what you deserve because you're a sissy slut, pain whore.
After what seems like an eternity you're unshackled and turned around again. The bite of the cuffs into your wrists and ankles is inconsequential compared to the pain rushing through your ass and back.
The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.
He's confident he can. He says he doesn't want.to hit your ball because they're really close to being completely destroyed but he's sure can hit your clit.
Turns out he's right
The whip bites into your useless cock over and over.
Your screams carry for miles. As does their laughter. The worst part though, is that throughout the entire whipping, you cock has been seeping cum. And now that they are done they notice it for the first time.
It's then that they realize what they have on their hands.
Chapter 4
The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it.
The farm provides vegetables and meat for the prison.
It also provides sadistic guards with some creative ways to torture sissy sluts.
For example, the guards know your boipussy can take it deep, because they shoved a whole nightstick up your slutty ass, but they got to wondering how fat a zucchini they could stuff in your gaping hole before you passed out or ripped. Turns out the answer is 10 inches before you screamed so loud it could be heard miles away, and then you passed out. What confused them was that you seemed to be enjoying it up to that point.
They also discovered that your useless faggy body could be used to solve practical problems.
The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.
You were stripped naked, yet again, (At this point it was rare for you to have clothes on at all. Much quicker to rape you if you're already naked) and taken to the farm field. The walk past the prison yard was both humiliating and thrilling for you. So many men wanting to fuck your sweet little holes. Potentially so much cum for you to swallow or be covered by. So many hard cocks for you to suck. All you could ever want. And you wanted them all.
Just before the guards lead you outside the fence they tie your hands behind your back and put a collar around your neck. A rope is passed through the ring on the collar and handed to a guard on horseback. You can feel the hot sun making your big, fat, titties redder and redder.
The horse starts walking forward and you follow along behind. The rider picks up the pace and you have to start running a little to keep up. The heat and the running has you sweating and gasping.
The rider speeds up a bit more and you have to run hard to keep up. The guards in the truck following you, and rider are laughing at the way your clit is bouncing around as you run. They're also laughing at the way your titties are slamming up and down.
Again the rider speeds up. This time you can't keep up, you stumble and fall. They don't stop. You're being dragged through the dirt into the field. The rocks, gravel and dirt are scraping your titties and, especially, your clit. It hurts so good. You feel like an animal and deep down, much to your shame, you're enjoying it.
Just when you think you can't take anymore it stops.
You're in the middle of the field. The fire ant hill is mere feet away.
They flip you over and cut the rope around your wrists. The guards in the truck get out and rummage around in the back of the truck. They pull out four stakes, a length of rope and a hammer.
You lay, gasping, in the hot southern heat. The scrapes all over your body are on fire. Your clit is throbbing, both from the pain, and the shameful pleasure your feeling. Being exposed and used by these strong, cruel men is making you feel more and more like a sissy fucktoy. Completely empty of masculinity.
The guards have pounded the four stakes into the ground around you. Ropes are wrapped around your wrists and ankles and your stretched, spread eagled, as they tie them to the stakes. You're unable to move, except to wiggle a little. Your pathetic attempts at struggle make your clit flop around uselessly which elicits more laughter. They put a burlap bag over your head and tie a rope tightly around your neck to hold it in place.
The guards have been working quickly. They don't want to be swarmed by the ants, that's your role.
One of the guards grabs a long stick and, just for laughs, hits your clit with it, just ot hear you cry out, before heading toward the ant hill.
He begins poking the hill with the stick. The ants come swarming out and all the guards run for the truck. The guard on horseback takes off at a gallop.
The ants don't take long to find you. Crawling over your arms and legs they begin heading toward your scraped clit. Within seconds they've completely cover your useless clit and begin burrowing down into the shaft.
The guards are about a hundred yards away and yet they can hear you screaming, crying, pleading and begging for release. There's no help coming. You're at the mercy of the insects who are beginning to bite your useless cock and push their way into your sissy ass. It's so easy for them to crawl up your boipussy. It's been fucked so often lately it gapes. They march right up you effortlessly.
The intensity of the pain in your clit and ass has distracted you from the dozens of ants devouring your fat, soft titties.
They're everywhere. On you, in you. Using your useless fucking sissy fag body for their needs. As it should be. Your thicc, feminine, slut body exists only for the pleasure of others, and that includes insects.
Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.
The guards can't believe you're getting hard. They're glad they decided to record the whole spectacle because otherwise no one would believe it. They can't wait to show it to everyone down at the bar.
Right about the time you start to pass out, from the pain and the exhaustion of screaming and crying non stop for almost an hour relief comes.
They need you alive. Damaged is fine but alive. A 2" hose sprays you with a deluge of cold water sending the ants flying. The hose is shoved into your pussy to flush them out. The Icy cold water shoots into your guts with incredible force.
A stick is pushed into the end of your still hard clit to kill the ants inside. The pain of the stick being jammed into your useless cock makes you finally pass out but not before you hear the guards say they can't wait to do this again with different insects.
Chapter 5
The sunlight through the infirmary window wakes you. You're not sure how long you've been there. You feel good though. There's no signs of the ant bites so you figure you've probably been there a few days.
When the nurse comes in you ask her a few questions. Turns out you've been there three days. They kept you sedated and medicated. That didn't stop the guards from occasionally coming in and sodomizing you anyway. Apparently you moaned like a little bitch even though you were almost completely unconscious.
The knowledge that they used your ass for their amusement and pleasure while you slept, without giving a damn if you enjoyed it, filled you with both shame and arousal. You were a human flashlight for three days, for god only knows how many cocks.
You notice that your skin seems softer and smoother. At first you thought it was because of the treatment for the ant bites. You ask the nurse about it. She says, no, they have, in fact, been pumping you full of hormones. She says she's never seen doses that large before. You lift the sheet and look at your cock. To your shock, surprise and shame it's even smaller than before. So are your balls.
You drift off back to sleep feeling more like a girl than ever before.
Chapter 6
Your recovery is progressing nicely after the ant torture. You've been given a break for a week.
The break consisted of only having to suck every cock put in front of you (dozens and dozens) and being fucked repeatedly, all day and night. Usually one at time but occasionally being gang banged. 6 or 8 cocks filling your boipussy with their hot cum. So much cum it would still be leaking out of you hours later.
It's pointless for you to put clothes on most of the time. When you are allowed clothes they are femmy as possible. Short skirts, crop tops that don't really contain your fat titties, garters and stocking and nothing else. Essentially, they dress you like a sissy slut whore.
At this point you're not even sure you remember your own name. You've been called everything but. Fucktoy, cumdump, meat puppet, whore, slut, faggot, sissy, girl, fuckface, useless, pain pig, ant girl, and a bunch more.
It's reached the point where you don't feel right if you're not sticky from cum or your boipussy is empty. It's come to feel completely natural to be impaled on a real man's cock.
Chapter 7
There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable.
The guards have been discussing it and you're the solution. It's even decided that you are going to suck the stallion off. Some of the guards wanted to let it fuck you but.others were concerned it might destroy you. Not that they give a damn about you. They don't. They just want to keep you alive so they can continue to torture and use you. You're a slutty, depraved, amusement for them.
You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.
The stallion is walked out into the corral so that the guards will have a good view of your depraved cock sucking. They weren't kidding when they said he was horny. His cock is already getting hard and you haven't even touched it yet.
You drop to your knees beside the stallion and tentatively reach out for his growing cock. It's already 18 inches long and it's only half hard. Stroking it makes it grow quickly to its full 3 foot length. It's beautiful.
The guards are growing impatient. They're yelling for you to quit screwing around and start sucking.
You pull the massive cock to your lips and kiss it. Swirling your tongue around the tip produces pre-cum and the horse starts to settle. You stretch your mouth wide to take as much of the massive head as you can into your slutty mouth. To the surprise of the crowd you can get it in your mouth. Sucking as much as you can, tasting the musk, feeling the heat, hearing the guards calling you filthy names is all combining to turn you on. To your shame, and the amusement and disgust of the guards, your clit starts to grow.
A few more minutes of worshipping the big animals cock and you can start to feel it throb. No one has told you if you're supposed to swallow the cum. You decide that if you're going to be the best, most depraved piece of fuck meat you can possibly be, you should swallow.
With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.
The guards howl with laughter and heap verbal abuse on you.
All you can do is hang your head in shame. And pure, perverted, satisfaction.
Chapter 8
You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show.
The memory of your depravity, and the unbridled lust and perversion, makes your cock start to grow again.
You sucked off a horse in front of a large crowd. You savored its cum in your mouth. Your tits were coated in his hot, sticky jism.
Rather than being repulsed you realize you want more.
Unfortunately for you, today's plans don't include the animals.
There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in.
The guards could bait the leeches with fresh pork but why waste good meat when they can use you.
Once again you're marched, naked through the prison and out to the road to the farm. The name calling and abuse as you pass the prisoners is as vile as ever. Rape threats, humiliating comments about your pathetic little cock, reminders that you are definitely not a man anymore. You're a faggy little sex slave for an entire prison and the people who run it.
As you walk through the fields with the guards, toward the swamp the hot sun beats down on your naked body. It occurs to you, and makes you blush, that you don't have to worry about tan lines.
As you approach the swamp you realize it's bigger than you imagined. There's got to be hundreds of leeches in it.
The guards tie your hands behind your back and order you to start walking into the water. You hesitate momentarily. The slash of a whip across your back gets you moving quickly.
Too quickly. You lose your footing in the thick mud, stumble and fall face first into the water.
Your struggles to turn over roil the water and stir up the mud, releasing the leeches and other bugs living there.
The guards yell at you to get further into the water and to get on your back with your legs spread. This time when you hesitate a rubber bullet is shot at you, hitting you square in the ass. The pain is excruciating and the swelling starts immediately. But you move.
You wade into the water and find a spot where you can submerge your body and still keep your head above water.
It only takes a couple of minutes for the leeches to find you.
At first it tickles as they begin to crawl over your naked, slutty, body.
Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits.
Eventually they find your cock and your boipussy.
As the first one starts slithering up your cunt you realize they're not just going to use you externally. With your hands tied behind.your back there's no way for you to protect yourself.
There are a least a dozen on your titties. Biting and sucking on your nipples, areola, and soft tit meat.
You've lost track of how many have slipped inside your cunt. You can feel them working their way deep inside you. There's so many it feels like a cock. A live wriggling, biting, cock working deeper and deeper into you.
The assault on your cock distracts you from the damage being done to your boipussy.
At least three of them have worked their way into your urethra and have latched on. The pain is unbelievable and your screams and pleas for mercy echo across the swamp. All it gets is laughter and mocking from the guards. They remind you that you're nothing but meat and this is what meat gets used for.
For three long hours you lay in the water, a fucking plaything for insects. The heat and the loss of blood start to take a toll. Your head is getting light. It's about then that you realize that this is your destiny. A sex slave for vicious perverts. Rape meat for horny prisoners. A fucktoy for an entire barnyard full of animals. A piece of meat, so depraved and filthy that being sexually abused by insects, letting them destroy your ass and pathetic sissy cock, feels right.

Chapter 1
You're at a drag show in a shit hole state. We'll say Louisiana. You're dressed like a complete fucking sissy. Little skirt. Stockings, heels, frilly panties, crop top, makeup.

The show gets busted by asshole cops on some stupid pretext. Everybody runs for the exits. Because you're a clumsy fucktoy when you're wearing heels you stumble and the cops grab you. You're the only one they catch. They throw you in a van and take you straight to prison. It's a work prison. There's a farm and guards on horseback.

You're taken to a cell with 7 other men. Big, strong, violent men. You're not sure if you're doomed or in heaven. It might be both.

They laugh at your appearance and taunt you. Inevitably they start to gather around you. Your clothes are ripped off. They ridicule your tiny dick. You beg them to stop but that simply encourages them to be crueler. They decide that if you're going to dress like a woman they'll treat you like one.

Fat cocks of every colour are whipped out. A thick black one is shoved in your mouth. A fat white one gets rammed, dry, up your ass. Your screams and crying only pushes them further into a frenzy. They each take a turn on your holes. 7 loads of cum in your mouth and all over your face. 7 loads of cum stuffed up your, now gaping, sissy ass.

When they finally finish raping you, leaving you laying in a puddle of cum and tears on the floor of the cell, they gather in a circle around you and begin pissing. 7 full bladders emptied all over your ruined faggot body and in your face.

And that's only the first night. It's going to get worse from here.....

Chapter 2
When you awaken in the morning you realize you've been tied to your bed. Face down. Ass up. Your cellmates are debating whether or not they they should fuck you then fist you, or fist you then fuck you. After a couple of minutes it's decided they should fuck you first because the fisting will probably destroy your boipussy and they won't enjoy raping you as much that way. They don't give a shit if it hurts, or actually, genuinely, destroys your ass. They just want they most pleasure from you before they dispose of you.
Even though your ass is still sore from the night before they start fucking you again. The pain, pleasure and humiliation are combining to turn you on and your clit starts to grow. They laugh and taunt you for liking it and promise that if you like this you'll love what comes later.

Just as the fifth guy is about to take his turn raping your slut ass the guards slam the door open. They give your cellmates shit for potentially ruining you before they've had a chance to have some fun with you. The warden promised them that you were free use and that anything goes. The warden has something special in store for you but that's going to come later.

The guards untie you from the bed and drag you out of the cell and down to the isolation unit. The whole journey they're mocking your tiny little clit and faggy breasts. Talking about how they're going to torture your titties and clit until you pass out. First though, they have a bet to settle. One of them has wagered that he can get his nightstick all the way up your boipussy. The others think it's too big and too long to fit.

You're bent over the end of the bed in your new cell and your wrists and ankles are zip tied to the frame. The guard spits on the end of his nightstick and begins pushing it up your ass. He wants to win this bet so he's trying not to completely fucking destroy your ass. The fat, hard stick is going in nicely. The gang rape you endured last night has loosened you up nicely for his purposes.

When he has it half way in it starts to meet resistance. The cocks that had their fun with you last night, while damn big, were only half as long as the nightstick. He pushes harder. You moan like the little whore you are. All the guards laugh as you grunt and moan. Still meeting resistance, he pushes harder. The stick slides a few more inches into your guts. You moan even louder, clearly enjoying being filled. He fucks it in and out of your faggy cunt, eliciting even more moans of pleasure from you. They're all amazed at what a depraved little sissy slut you are. A couple of them discuss how much they'll be able to abuse you now that they know you like it.

Determined to win the bet the guard begins hammering the nightstick up your ass. Deeper and deeper, closer and closer to reaching the handle. There's almost 18 inches of rock hard, polished, wood disappearing into your ass with each stroke. You realize, much to your dismay and shame, you want it all. You want him to win.

You're pushing back against the stick, willing it deeper into your cunt. Moaning, begging and crying for him to shove harder, to drive it deeper into you. Your clit is as hard as steel and beginning to leak precum. There will be no turning back at this point. The guards all know what a piece of perverse fuck meat you are and they won't protect you anymore. If the entire prison wants to line up and rape you, repeatedly, they won't stop it. You're not sure you'd want them to.

With one final shove the guard hammers the entire nightstick up your ass. You can feel it up against your stomach, destroying your ass even more, and ensuring your boipusy will be able to take incredible lengths.

He lets out a cheer while the other guards groan and grumble about having to pay the wager.

The stick is ripped from your cunt, leaving you gaping, raw and in pain. It also leaves you feeling empty, and wanting to be filled again.

As they're going, leaving you still tied to the bed, they promise they'll be back soon to continue your destruction.

This is a shot in the dark, but I was just watching a video I lost. It was an Asian prisoner or war situation where the woman was bound and suspended while getting fucked and creampied. Two guys force her to have sex and then one guard or soldier eats her out. Any chance anyone has that one in their stash of faves?

I confess, that while in prison I was involved with the rape of another inmate.

I got sentanced to 7 years in california prison for assault and battery with intent to cause bodily harm. I'm a white guy, so when I first started my sentance I was concerned with not looking weak, and with following orders from the white shot callers.

I had a three man cell at one point at Corocoran Penetentery with a guy I'll call JJ and another named Burrow. Burrow was alright I guess, we had a quite cell, so there wasnt much talking going on. But JJ was a younger guy too and was a straight up soldier. So one night someone, I dont know if it was a gaurd or another con passing by, slipped a note under our door telling us that burrow was a child molester, and to "deal with him." So while he was asleep jj and I yanked him off his bunk, I sat on him while JJ kicked him in the face a few times. Burrow just curled up in a ball hoping it would stop, but we beat hime bloody. There is so much time in a cell, and you get SO bored, and SO pissed that things just went crazy. After we beat him JJ and I yanked his pants off his legs, and as JJ scissored his upper body pinning his arms I forced my dick into his asshole. He struggled, and tried to yell, I still remember his grunts everytime I pushed into him. I came in his ass and jj told him "it's all over now, you're a faggot for life now." We figured we were gonna get a load of time added onto our sentances, but when the guards came and found him bleeding, with blood coming out of his bare asshole they did nothing. Didn't even give him a cell change for 3 more days. So for 3 days JJ and I just had a fuck fest on his asshole and mouth.

Obama Impotent On U.S. - Mexico Border Issue
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p******** Obama is impotent as are Congress members in standing up for American citizens when it comes to illegal immigrants. Drug gangs are running rampant, killing Americans that get in their way. Drug gangs involved in kidnapping and human sex slaves trade trafficking is out of control. This one issue is costing American taxpayers billions plus the loss of human life each year congress fails to deal with the issue.

American cities and neighborhoods across our nation are under siege from illegal immigrants and drug gangs, civilian law enforcement cannot control our border problem by it's self. The failure of this federal government not to deploy our National Guard unites along our border goes to the heart of this issue and begs the question, why not.?

Obama; No jobs, is having difficulty comprehending what it will take to stop illegal aliens from inflicting terror on American citizens living on our border. p******** Obama has spent more time denouncing Fox News as a news organization, and the military don't ask - don't tell policy than he has with the out of control illegal immigrants issue.

Americans are fed-up with the Obama-Democrats in-your-face policies they want passed, while throwing Americans under the bus when it comes to the inhuman border problems with Mexico.

Americans are demanding p******** Obama and Congress stand up and take all necessary action to regain control of our nation's borders. There are more people being killed on our border with Mexico than in Afghanistan and Iraq altogether at this time.

Obama democrats are attending party fund-raisers at tens of 1000's of dollars per plate dinners, patting themselves on the back while tax payers are paying for those trips. All this, while American citizens are being ran over by drug gangs on the Mexican border areas and throughout our homeland.

American citizens on their own are preparing to act to save their families and communities. Our federal elected representatives are out of line in saying they may get around to the border problem issue sometime next year.

In making those kind of statements in the national media our elected p******** and Congress members are saying to Americans, their lives do not matter; it's not worthy of their precious time for what they really want to do while in office.

Our federal government's do-nothing policy toward illegal immigrants and drug gangs is destroying the fabric of our nation, America. All Americans watched as p******** Obama and Congress worked behind closed doors for months on the health care bill. Congress members were told they could not go home until, as Obama said, "get it done". Now, with a national issue where American citizens are being killed in our homeland, they turn their backs on us.

The last I knew, this is still our country. We have a "law" that says if you're here in the U.S. illegally you will be arrested. Forget racial profiling, forget political correctness, enforce the law! Case closed.

Enact and enforce a law requiring illegal immigrants to spend a mandatory first time three years in prison at hard labor within communities; therefore lessening the cost on American tax payers for having to deal with them in the first place.

Order the National Guard to the Mexican border with orders "shoot to kill" anyone crossing our border illegally that fails to halt after being ordered in Mexican and English language. That policy will eliminate drug trafficking and illegal's from crossing our border regardless of their race.

The vast majority of illegal immigrants coming into America today are going straight to our cities and urban areas taking jobs away from American tax payers and our nation's youth coming into the job markets. American tax payers are paying for millions of illegal immigrants health care plus their own. With the present federal government, "Free Trade Policy" Americans are waking up to the reality that millions of jobs have been sent overseas and are never coming back, there is no job safety net left for our citizens.

Native American reservations along the Mexican border are under siege by illegal immigrants and drug traffickers. The federal government has basically left Indian tribes to fend for themselves against illegal immigrants and drug gangs terrorizing their citizens day and night.

Time is quickly running out for our federally elected representatives to take the necessary actions needed to stop illegal immigrants from pouring into our nation. p******** Obama and Congress may want to govern as p******** Lincoln did during the Civil War and that was to save the Union at all cost. This time next year the body count of Americans killed by illegal aliens and drug gangs and all that comes under that heading, will be staggering. The American people are united when it comes to the illegal alien issue, it's time for our federal government to listen and start carrying out wishes of the people. "For the People, by the People"

Mike Graham, Founder United Native America

Przemyslaw Jakubowski ambushed his 30-year-old victim as she was running errands in the Cork town of Kanturk. He dragged her into the cubicle of a public toilet where he subjected her to more than half an hour of sexual violence before fleeing.

Jakbowski, who also has a conviction in his native Poland for attempted rape, was wearing women�s underwear during the attack which was later found in his home.

It has emerged that he began to masturbate in the dock during his trial last May when the woman got in the witness box and recounted the details of the assault. The entire courtroom was unaware what was happening except for Jakbowski�s Polish translator.

The translator was sitting beside him at the time and later reported it to the prison guards. Neither the judge nor jury was made aware of the incident. The next day a new translator was found for the trial.

Jakubowski exhibited bizarre behaviour throughout the 12-day trial.

At one point the judge heard boiling water was thrown over him while he was in custody in Mountjoy Prison. Proceedings were adjourned for a day over fears his visible burn injuries could prejudice the jury.

However, sources within the Prison Service believe he threw the water over himself in an attempt to get the trial abandoned or delayed. One official said the only other person who could have thrown the water was his cellmate, who guards describe as shy and non-confrontational.

In her victim impact statement, the woman said the attack would haunt her for the rest of her life. She spoke of the feeling of helplessness on the day.

Director of the Cork Sexual Violence Centre, Mary Crilly, said Jakubowski�s behaviour in court and his past conviction in Poland "absolutely suggests he is a serial offender".

"What he did in court conveys all the arrogance that you see in sex offenders time and time again. There is that arrogance that they have got away with it in the past and they will get away with it again," she said.

This appeared in the printed version of the Irish Examiner Thursday, June 30, 2011

What do you think would happen to me in a male prison if I became a prison guard with this outfit

Female state prison

Now she is a prisoner here in the Female State prison since two month, sentenced of after driving drunk causing an accident with many injuries. The judge wanted to set an example and punished her hard, twenty years of prison. She was cared and desperate, later they made her an offer: Her sentence would be reduced by half if the conditions of her prison stay would be harsher. She agreed without a thought and has to stay in this special part of the prison, deep down the surface, for ten years. She lives now in a small single cell, with no privacy, furnished with a plank bed and toilet. The door was made by bars, so the guards can watch her all the time, using the toilet, cleaning herself and being nude during the washing every morning. But more molesting to her is the fact that she is barefoot all the time, since the day of her the intake. They made her to strip completely and handed over to her the prison uniform, a pair of wide pants and this ugly sweatshirt. There was underwear nor footwear and the guards explained her that it not allowed to the inmates in this part of the prison. Usually being barefoot never was a problem for her, she has enjoyed it until now. But in the prison, things were different. Her bare feet are unprotected and vulnerable now, so she started to move more slowly than she was used to be, without wearing a restraint, her tender soles now tormented every day by the cold concrete floor of the cell, and each day she has to leave the cell, walking along endless floors and hallways, and climbing many stairs made from hard metal grid. Her feet started to ache, every step was painful, especially outside, when she had to walk around in the compound for one hour as physical activity. Unfortunately the surface was covered with small sharp-edged gravel stones. Her feet are adapting slowly to their new life, her soles had become calloused now, and really dirty, even when she tries to clean them, only a small amount of dirt can be washed away, the rest has just penetrated in the skin. Within a few months, her soles will turn completely black like they have done in other prisoners, she has watched them outside.
Another problem for her are these ugly cuffs that she has to wear. Her ankles remains permanently shackled, by normal cuffs connected with a chain which is 30 cm long. In the morning after sleeping nude in the night, they unlock the cuffs, for a few seconds, so she can put on a new trouser. She wears these cuffs really all the time. Her wrists instead are cuffed only half of the time, mostly during the night. So she is able to eat and drink, wash herself and take her clothes on or off. The cuffs are closed as tight as possible. The metal cuts in the skin slightly so she tries to avoid every movement of her hands and fingers. After removing the cuffs, deep impressions remain in the skin for hours. After two months of treatment, there is a swollen painful ring of swollen and redden skin around every wrist. Her feet are even worse. The permanent pressure of the cuffs has damaged the skin around the ankles, it is not only swollen and painful, but yet bruised with sores around her ankles. She is able to move the shackle, to change its position a few millimeters up and down. This maneuver helps a little bit, but the area of damaged skin is now brighter than the width of the metals surface of the cuff. Small crusts appear at the undiscovered, bruised skin, but they are rubbed away by the cuff when it is moved by here to this area. So the skin at her ankles is permanently swollen and inflamed at a width of two centimeters. Every step is painful now. She is desperate, she has to spend many years like this!

I confess I want to fuck the shit out of Michelle Carter the terrible little girl that convinced her boyfriend to kill himself. There is just something about her that make my dick so hard. I would love to make her cum from licking her pussy and asshole. My guess is some lucky prison guard in MA is going to spend 18 months draining his balls in all her holes. I hope she end up doing porn after she gets out.

Another example of getting the state off our backs:

In FLORENCE v. BOARD OF CHOSEN FREEHOLDERS OF COUNTY OF BURLINGTON ET AL. (supremecourt.gov) the Court ruled that �The routine strip search of those accused of minor offenses does not violate the Fourth Amendment�s ban on unreasonable searches and seizures whenever the detainee is to be housed within a general jail population, the US Supreme Court ruled on Monday�, as the Christian Science Monitor phrased it. The Monitor continues �In a 5-to-4 decision, the high court said that officials at a jail or prison facility do not need individualized suspicion that a detainee is concealing a weapon or contraband before conducting a visual inspection of the most private areas of a person�s body. Instead, when an arrestee is to be confined within the general population of prisoners, officials are fully justified in performing the same strip search procedures for all prisoners as a reasonable precaution to maintain safety and order at a detention facility, the court said.� (http://csmonitor.com/USA/Justice/2012/0402/Supreme-Court-approves-strip-searches-for-minor-offenses)

The five members of the majority: Roberts, Alito, Kennedy, Scalia, Thomas. The four dissenting members: Breyer, Ginsberg, Kagan, Sotomayor.

A picture ID to do just about anything dealing with the authorities; surveillance cameras everywhere; Metal detectors and patdowns to enter an airport terminal and many government buildings. Guards everywhere. Now this.

Yet another case of the state putting it�s boot on people�s necks.