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It looked divine, beautiful beyond description!
It was this eight year old's first dressmaking effort, and everyone, even the warders, admitted it looked stunning.
So-o-o-o sweet and sissy too!
How can I begin to describe it for you? Different from any other sissy dress you've ever seen, but then if you've never seen a sissy dress before, how could it be otherwise? This was made as a real labor of love, by Number 882 in her few  free waking hours.
She thrilled with expectation as she tried it on for the very first time, this creation that had taken months to complete. The pink organza material she pulled up o'er her feet, covering them, then up her legs, up her body and resting like a full size onesie on her shoulders, with an attached hood of pink organza too, that covered her short cropped hair.
Then attached to this were several largish pure white petals, made from pvc, that were sewn strategically over her flat breasts. A fetching ring of smaller pvc petals adorned her neck and on each hand and leg on wrist and ankle, with one further large petal to crown her head.
Finally a bright red pleated organza skirt had been sewn into this outfit, with two large petals discreetly hiding her private parts. She sighed as she became happily enfolded in  it.
The outfit had been made from scraps of material she had collected from the workroom floor.
Her job was the cleaner in this room, where around fifty of the women in the center manufactured clothing for the inmates. 882 also had to sweep the kitchens and the outside yard.

She drew admiring looks as she swept that yard in her new sissy dress. Nearly all the other inmates wore standard issue drab dresses made in the workroom, only a few had designed their own, simply because only scrap materials could be taken away. Such luxuries were rare, but made those who had the ability appear more attractive to their many visitors.
Commander Nicola, the thirty year old boss was so impressed, she immediately took 882 off the cleaning roster and assigned her to the sewing room.

File 882
Subject: Female.
2.14.1998: Born in Center 2.
Mother: H3.
History:
Placed in Z4, 2.15.1998.
Medical: 2.16.1998 Striking large eyes, large face, found to be defective. Recommended for removal. But by order of Commandant Alexei, spared.
1.8.2001. Note: 882 does not mix with others. Transfer to Center 3 recommended.
11.8.2001 Transfer authorized. Placed in X9 in Center 3.
12.8.2001 Set child to light cleaning duties (order: Commandant Nicola)
2.14.2005 Medical: not recommended for main duties. Non communicative. Speaks few words. understands only signed commands.
3.3.2006  Child transferred to sewing room. Still requires diapers which she changes and cleans herself.
2.14.2010 Medical by new doctor (Catrina). Now rarely needs diaper. Only light duties, by order of doctor and commandant.
2.14.2013 Medical. Little change, continue as before, good dressmaker.
1.19.2014 Stood in for sick staff in Z Block. Useful feeding babies, recommend she divide her work between Z block and sewing room.
2.14.2016 Medical: retarded.
As required by regulations, placed on Main Duties, but commandant requires that this is With Discretion.
Works well in sewing room and enjoys helping in Z block.
2.28.2016 unwell, kept from duty.
  The next ten entries all similar with a note reference her return to work in eight up to twenty days.
10.10.16 Continue with main duties. Note- with discretion- stipulated as two weekly sessions. Many find her difficult. Mostly she has the male warders who like her, saying they find her "different." She's a curious girl.

   Though she was supposed to be addressed only as 882, all but a few staff would call her Snowy White. Every year she'd create a new sissy dress for her growing body, each more flowery than the last.
 There was only one part of her week that this girl now aged 19, though with the mind of a 2 year old, hated. She'd learned to come to terms with those two days she had to spend incarcerated in X9 for the pleasure of the warders and other mercenaries who took a fancy to her unusual responses.
But Snowy White had been trained well, and moreover had discovered that if she gave satisfaction, she might get given a nice little reward, which she invariably begged for in terms of dress materials, or toys for her little charges in Z block.
So she put on a show of reveling in her condomed partner thrusting into her, and hinting at apparent satisfaction, when he was spending his passion pushing further and further, until he'd burst in a frenzy which she attempted to copy.
 She did have to hide her revulsion whenever they announced themselves without a condom. She knew this would mean a bulging object penetrating her back passage: what she found most unpleasant was how his stuff would afterwards drip from her on to her sheet long after he had gone satisfied away. It wasn't unknown for the drips to interrupt her next visitor, and sometimes this seemed to excite some men the more.
Worst were the ones who had no condoms who subjected her mouth to an orgy of rubbing that made her mouth sore. Some thankfully desired her to kiss them, and return their lusting cum. She vastly preferred that to having to swallow the stuff herself. A few men delighted in her obvious lack of pleasure in gulping it down, the taste was beginning to make her retch. Whenever she could, she'd spit the foul stuff into her potty as soon as he'd left satisfied.

File 882 (contd)
6.2.2017  Extra medical by order temporary Commandant Leonid (Nicola absent for month setting up Center 9). 882 Recommended for full duties, discretion abolished, Leonid to initiate.

Factfile
Center 3
Opened 1.1.2001. In charge Commandant Nicola. Deputy: Comrade Leonid. Medical: Dr Karl . New medic: Dr Catrina  (from 1.1.2010).  Supplies: Tanya. 48 warders, 22 male, 26 female.
Inmates, only female, in 16 blocks of 20 rooms, letters A thru N. X Block for temporary inmates, and problem inmates.
Z Block for babies.
Total babies born up to end 2014= 1684. Male=902, of which 9 died, all transferred as per regulations to Training camp. Female=782, 23 died. Of the remaining 759, 9 retained for cleaning duties, remainder transferred to Child Camp. 174  of these have been returned here, to replace inmates who were aging etc.

As long as things stuck to her routine, 882 was fine. She had learned to understand the calendar and knew her jobs for each day of the week.
Only when something out of the ordinary was scheduled did she become anxious. The medicals she periodically underwent, she had now accepted. Anything else made her agitated.
Thus it was when Comrade Leonid came to X9 that fateful late afternoon. Oh, you will realize she was ready to be taken by him. That was part of her duty in which she'd been well instructed. But she didn't know this man was of some importance. She might have seen him in the center, but she didn't register faces, except for people she liked, and here was simply one more client out to satisfy his lust on her.
He stood at the door of her tiny 'home' sneering. He'd heard about how she had transformed her cell into a riot of pink- not merely the walls, but her chair, small table, and bed frame were all in shades of light red or pink, mixed by her own fair hand from scrapings from discarded paint pots. The pretty pink silken sheets and the pink patchwork of her bedspread had been made from gifts from satisfied warders. He puzzled how the Commandant permitted such an infraction of the regulations.
"You come with me!" he ordered, as she proffered to him the pink dress that she expected all her clients wear. Most knew and accepted and even liked this foible of Snowy White, and knew that she would only give them total pleasure if they did as she desired.
This wasn't Leonid's way. Recalling she mostly only understood gestures, he beckoned her to join him. Hesitating, clutching the pink dress, she obeyed.
He grabbed the dress with a tearing sound that scared her, and threw it to the ground.
"Now follow! he commanded, pulling her by her frail hand. She pulled away and backed to her refuge, bed, picking up the dress and tantalizing him with it. She thought it was what he wanted.
Angrily, he stepped into her room, and drew his gun.
She stared, not comprehending his action. As he waved with his gun, pointing it at the door, she shook her large head and tried to allure him with those penetrating eyes of hers.
Bang!
Leonid had lost patience. Besides he was getting frustrated. The bullet grazed the bedpost.
That made her jump up at the double. The gun sticking into her back, she was pushed, frightened out of her wits, along the long corridor.
As they passed the cells of the other inmates, Leonid muttered about her room not being nice enough for such an important moment in her life. Though she could not understand, he told her they were making for the medical room, and seeing that, gave her some assurance that she was on familiar territory.

She knew this room. Though she never liked the doctor's hand over and even in her body, she had learned it was for her own benefit. There was no doctor here today.
It was deserted save for them. The gun stopped her instinctive retreat. It pushed her towards one of the two beds. She lay there uncertain what was to happen.
Leonid pressed a bell. That reassured her and she became noticeably more relaxed.
A female warder entered, who must have been primed in advance. She stripped Snowy White of her beloved sissy outfit and Leonid smiled as his eyes feasted on her pale white body.
Then the warder tipped a heap of powder over her body. Sweet smelling.  Then it was "Medicine Time."
That's what she told 882, who though not knowing the word, saw the bottle and accepted the spoon with its pink liquid into her mouth. Nice color she was thinking, though as she swallowed, it wasn't at all 'nice taste.' But this sort of thing was routine for her medical, so 882 did not worry.
She was merely puzzled as, after the warder exited, the temporary commandant merely stroked her short hair and gazed at her pretty face that threatened to dominate him in terms of its size. But she became more and more soothed, the nicest medical I've had she was reflecting as she lay back happily enjoying her inactivity. She was completely at ease, though a new sensation was also gnawing at her. She was feeling strangely exhilarated. She couldn't fathom out what was happening, except she embraced it all.
Leonid could see this, and began to remove his clothing.
Suddenly alarm bells were ringing for 882, and anxiety mingled with the exhilaration that she was powerless to control.
Now he was naked, she could see what he wanted. His giant cock told her, and she wanted to cry out but she could not.
They always wore a pink dress didn't they? This, she tried to tell him as he climbed on her. But she'd been well trained, and she embraced him grudgingly.
She didn't like him being so bare. She felt his hot body sweating against hers. She'd never had anything like this before.
He had no condom. He must be taking her orally! As she was lying down, it couldn't be an anal one. She hoped his cum wouldn't make her sick.
He was kissing her ferociously, she somehow, against her instincts was responding. She had been drugged. Her mood of exhilaration spurred her on, and even his giant cock pressed against her stomach didn't turn her off.
He was getting agitated. She knew the signs. She opened her mouth from his kissing, ready to savor the giant that was dribbling its precum on her waist.
No, you probably realized before 882, that his cock was bound for the soft folds of her pussy. I guess you would be loving this as much as he was! With a shocked jerk, the truth dawned on her. She tried to tell him, she had never done it like this before. She did know from snatched giggling with some of the other girls, that they often had this, but never she!
She was having it now, and how! The cock squeezed in, barely room for such a big one. It almost seemed as outsize as her own head. Nevertheless, her exhilaration knew no bounds as he came pushing and panting and erupting inside her.
That was like lighting the blue touch paper, as it were, for her. Instead of allowing him to withdraw, she pressed his backside so he reached further into her. He resisted and with a fulfilled moan, took himself out of her.
But she had only just begun!
As he stood up to clothe his satisfied body, she, imitating his action, picked up his gun and pointed it at him.
With a jolt he stopped dressing and began reasoning with her, a pointless idea. She waved at the door and he obeyed, opening it. He had to walk down the corridor. He obeyed as they returned to X9.
He had to don that sissy pink dress. That or risk being shot. He took the safe option. He didn't mind that much taking her again in here.
Snowy White had other ideas.
He tried reasoning again with her, but that gun was inhibiting. He knew she wasn't normal, and was fearful she might shoot him, even by accident.
So in his pink dress, he was returned to the corridor, gun waving at him.  A few warders were around and he quietly called for help. But the gun meant the naked Snowy was in control.
Their destination was the exercise yard, now silent after the regulation 30 minutes exercise afforded to each block.
It was a large enclosed area, all concrete, a solitary tree affording the only color, a leafy green that helped relieve the drab grey surroundings.
She indicated he lie in the middle of this area. Warders were already watching at a respectful distance. His shouts for help attracted eyes from the narrow cell windows. It was an incredible sight.
He lay uncomfortably on the hard ground. She, naked, lifted his dress to reveal his cock. She soon had it purring into action and had no need of her gun now, which she dropped as if by instinct to concentrate on getting him to achieve a perpendicular erection. Some applause rang round the yard as she plopped her body firmly sitting into that giant desire that was his cock. She gasped with pleasure as it penetrated, displacing the cooled cum that still clung inside her passage. She bounced fiercely on him, causing his body to graze on the hard surface. He didn't care. He was possessed by her in a way he could never have anticipated. She felt him stiffen to boiling point and with a huge pressing down felt  the boiling cum powering into her.
At once she pulled out. She knew what she wanted!
Her pussy banged hard on his face, bumping his head into near unconsciousness. He was a wreck, and he deserved it. Out forced his cum, spilling into his mouth she had pushed open with her own pussy lips. It was a kiss and a half that pushed his own cum down his throat, mingling with her own surge of cum that she had great pleasure in making him swallow. He didn't mind, though he had all but lost his senses.
She looked out of her mind as well. Still craving satisfaction, she abandoned her spent lover and pulling off his pink dress, stained with some of their cum, she dressed herself in its sweaty folds, rolling over on the concrete, her legs splayed out.
It was an invitation that the warders could not refuse. Half a dozen of the throbbing men hurtled forward, the lucky first jostled with his rivals for first go. She'd never had such an exhilarating experience and when all were spent, she tottered up, a little unsteadily, and to cheers from her watching fellow inmates returned to collapse in her X9 bed.
 
   (coming soon: chapter 2)
Footnote: Though this work is entirely fictitious, I want to highlight the widespread problem of sex slavery today. Nearly 200 years ago William Wilberforce campaigned for laws repealing slavery, now we need 21st century crusaders like him to stamp out these modern day dens of evil.