Sharing a Cell with Keith Raniere—What Really Happened in Our Tiny Space

This is part 3

Part 1 Intersex Toni Fly to Tell Story: Why the BOP Locked Her With Keith Raniere for Six Months

Part 2 ‘Only Vagina Around’: Toni Fly Tells All About Life with Keith Raniere in Prison

By Toni Fly

I was born intersex, which means I have characteristics of both sexes. As I got older, I chose to present as female. I have long hair and ample breasts. When the US Bureau of Prisons assigned me to male prisons, I was a target. These men, deprived of female companionship for years, saw me as an outlet for their desires.

A Target in Male Prisons

The BOP should have assigned me to a female prison. Instead, they transferred me from one male prison to another.

Because of the lack of women or conjugal visits in federal prison, men have sex, with the more feminine men becoming the prison bitch or prison wife. I was far more than just a feminine man.

I was anatomically more. I have 44 d breasts. I am tall with long dark hair. I am fit and carry myself like a woman.

Inmates strove to be with me. They would pull down their pants and jerk off in front of me as I walked by. I experienced rape in almost every prison. I was not shy about reporting rape, either. I was sexually assaulted and raped by inmates and guards.  I would report the rape and bring a lawsuit.

A Cycle of Abuse and Transfers

The BOP has a trick to avoid defending lawsuits, especially if they know they will lose.  They transfer the prisoner to another prison out of the court’s jurisdiction. The prisoner has to start all over again.

This is the list of federal prisons (not counting the jails and my multiple stops at Oklahoma City, which I lived in from my arrest on July 15, 2016, to my release on December 4, 2024, which is 8 years, 4 months, and 24 days.

1. Federal Transfer Center – Oklahoma City, OK
2. USP Victorville – Victorville, CA
3. USP Lompoc – Lompoc, CA
4. FCI Victorville 1 – Victorville, CA
5. FCI Tallahassee – Tallahassee, FL
6. FCI Marianna – Marianna, FL
7. USP Yazoo – Yazoo City, MS
8. FCI Englewood – Englewood, CO
9. MDC Brooklyn – Brooklyn, NY
10. FCI Fairton – Fairton, NJ
11. FCI Pekin – Pekin, IL
12. FCI Florence – Florence, CO
13. USP Tucson – Tucson, AZ
14. USP Terre Haute – Terre Haute, IN
15. USP Coleman – Coleman, FL
16. FCI Petersburg – Petersburg, VA
17. USP Lewisburg – Lewisburg, PA
18. Lake Region Residential Reentry Center – Devils Lake, ND

Life in the SHU with Keith Raniere

In my last post, I promised I would reveal whether Keith and I had sex. We were together for six months at USP Tucson in the SHU in an eight-by-12-foot cell.

Two bunks, a shower, toilet, sink – no privacy. One desk. A tiny space for walking, not enough for two to walk around simultaneously. He had the upper bunk. I had the lower.

We knew the prison put us together because he was a problem for the prison and the FBI. They wanted him to rape me. It would be an excuse to transfer him to the supermax in Florence, Colorado.

Keith called me OVA – the “only vagina around.” Keith was the one man who did not rape me.

We realized we had to work together. If we had sex, we decided it would be by mutual consent. We were in circumstances that most would not find romantic. No internet, no TV, no outdoors, no escaping each other.

But he came on courting. He told me I was very seductive. He said my voice put him over the top. He talked about how good he is in bed. He told me he was with three other hermaphrodites.

Keith’s Teachings and Our Dynamic

Keith told me, “I will give you the best orgasm you ever had.”

I said, “You’re not the most attractive or sexy person, but you got the humor and you’re very charismatic. You get all these attractive girls. You got a few extra pounds on you and you get all these girls on this 500 calorie diet.”

He made many sexual comments. He said he was well endowed and he would stretch me out very good, and that he was very thick and wide,

It was his seduction technique. “I have this big wink, and if you want it, come and get it girl.”

He wanted to have sex with me, but for me to ask him. He wanted me to believe it’s our choice. He wanted me to take the Vow and become a DOS slave. I was playing hard to get. I had been raped many times in prison. It was hard to get into the mood.

I wanted to know him first. I wanted him to treat me like a woman. I was his hermaphrodite prison wife.

The media, the prosecutors, and his former followers have portrayed Keith as an ultra-narcissistic con artist. I agree with the narcissism, but I lived with him for six months like nobody did. 

He has a good heart. He was very nice.

He wanted to teach me.  I had a six-month intensive one-on-one with him.

He brought me to the point where no matter what correctional officers did to me, I did not react.

A Relationship of Power and Pain

He told me no one could affect him. His emotions were under control. His reaction to external stimuli was a state of impenetrability, of self-control. No one could get his goat.

He trained me to prepare for bad things. He taught me to kill hope, kill desire, or, if necessary, defeat an adversary without feeling.

Whether in court, the media, or anyone else, endure without emotion and defeat others without regret.

He wanted me to be tough. I once stepped on a rusted bolt on the floor with my bare foot and had shooting pain. He belittled me for saying ouch.

We had happy moments too.

An Unlikely Bond

We got the USA Today. I made him stay on the bunk and be a good boy while I looked pretty, walking in the room, reading him stories, or sitting on my bed in a T-shirt, bra, and panties.

We talked a lot about our legal issues. I got to see the evidence in his case. Whether you like him or not, the FBI manufactured evidence. But there were tough times too.

The prison withheld my medications, and it would cause me to be anxious and depressed. When I began to freak out, Keith was afraid I might commit suicide, and he would get blamed.

Without my medications, I was in pain, and I yelled at him. He would say, “if you kill me, they win. If you kill yourself, they win.”

He would tell me, “I am an ethicist.”

I told him, “No, you’re a narcissist.“

He said, “No, I am more like an echoist.”

On some days, I tried to get his goat.

On some days, he would not talk to me.

On other days, he would scream.  The whole SHU could hear.

When I started laughing, he stopped.

I said, “I just got your goat, which you said was impenetrable.”

But, of course, I’m submissive. Candidly, I was his sub—but I learned to dominate from the bottom, and make him do what I say. I’d get him to get up on the bunk. It’s funny because other inmates would say, ‘Wow, you got him on bunk status.’

A few times, other inmates asked if I beat him up because they heard a ruckus in the ‘house‘ on several occasions. The COs asked if I beat his ass.  No, he’s the judo expert. He told me he was a tenth-degree black belt.

A Sad Keith

But he did have emotions. Sometimes, Keith would cry soft tears because he felt he would never get out of prison or never have sex again.

Sometimes, it seemed like crocodile tears. They would dry up quickly. He would say I might be the last woman he ever had sex with for the next 120 years.

We started slow. We held hands. Then it moved to massage. He came on stronger, But not with force, not with rape in mind. But to seduce me. He said he wanted our relationship to last beyond prison. He wanted to meet me in Mexico when he got out. Or I could meet him at the gates of Tucson when he got out after he proved the FBI tampered with his evidence.

As I lay naked on my bunk, or with just my panties, my breasts exposed, and he on his bunk just above, he said we would be together.

To be continued…

Frank Parlato

Frank Parlato is an investigative journalist, media strategist, publisher, and legal consultant.

Frank Parlato

Frank Parlato is an investigative journalist, media strategist, publisher, and legal consultant.

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