FOUR
I spent about three days in the hospital after my night with the "boys". I had
to be carried out the following morning and I was later told that I was babbling
some crazy manta like "fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme..." If that's true, I
certainly got my wish. Before I lost it, I remember three men in me at the same
time and I was screaming into the man's dick with all my remaining strength.
There wasn't a part of my body that wasn't sore for a week, but I was only
allowed the three days in the clinic before returning to the work detail.
After another week of swinging the machete at the front of the path, my body
began to adapt to the strenuous exercise. I could literally see the firmness of
my muscles develop (rather easily since I was still not allowed to wear any
clothing) and I took on a deep copper tone from exposure to the sun. My hair
began to grow back slowly and a light layer of fuzz covered my head.
I thought about my night in the men's cell often and I had to admit that I kinda
enjoyed it. After the initial shock and pain, I experienced more multiple
orgasms than I thought a human being could endure. Well, actually, I didn't in
a way. Since I passed out a number of time from the sheer perversion of the
action, I can't say that I really endured all of them. Just the memory brought
me to a state of arousal as I swung the machete with renewed vigor.
The guards noticed my increased energy and commanded me to work even faster.
Sweat poured from my naked body as I moved swiftly through the jungle, cutting a
swath that was even difficult for my fellow prisoners to keep up with. The
guards were whipping them relentlessly, urging them to work faster to keep us
with me. I could tell at a glance that I wasn't the most popular prisoner in
the work group.
On the truck while we were returning to the prison after the work day, I could
tell that several of the Mexican women were whispering about me. Their glances
toward me were filled with malevolence. Even Maria avoided me, pretending that
she didn't even know me. I ignored them as best I could, dwelling instead on
the memory of my night in the men's cell.
As was customary, we were all herded into the showers once we arrived back at
the prison. The water felt good as it sprayed my body and I held my head up to
catch the stream with my eyes closed, allowing it to wash over me. Suddenly a
fist buried in my kidney and the pain caused me to sink to the floor with a
gasp. Another blow sent me sprawling as I tried to gather my hands and feet
beneath me to rise. I turned my head and saw a half dozen women standing over
me just as a fist hit me fully in the face, blacking me out for a moment and
sending my head reeling. Then I was kicked repeatedly in the back and stomach
as I tried to curl up in a protective ball. I cried out
in protest as blows rained down upon me. The water had turned ice cold and I
fought to retain consciousness beneath the attack.
Then I felt hands grabbed my wrists and lift me to my feet while I shook my head
to clear it.
Someone began to tie a piece of rope around my right wrist while another did the
same to my left. My arms were stretched wide and upward and the ropes tied to
the two shower heads on opposite sides of the one I stood beneath. The water
was turned off and I stood helplessly, water dripping from my body and my chest
heaving as I gasped for breath. My antagonists stood in a semi-circle around
me.
"Yankee pig!" one of them exclaimed. "What are you trying to prove? Why do you
work so fast?
The guards whip us while they fuck you! You like something up your pussy?"
'No," I whispered, my throat suddenly tight with apprehension. "I'm sorry. I
didn't realize. . ."
"Fuck you!" the woman shouted. "You could see us being whipped! We'll teach
you! We'll teach you a lesson!"
Another prisoner appeared, holding a baseball bat. Where she got it, I have no
idea. The woman who had cursed me kicked my legs apart while two more women
held my ankles, pulling my legs wide. Then she took the baseball bat and held
it against my pussy, the end opposite the handle pressing against my flesh.
"Oh, no!" I cried as her intent became clear. "Oh, God, you can't. . . Oh, God
I can't take that thing! . . .AAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!:"
My scream echoed through the showers as the bat was thrust up inside me. I felt
as if my insides were being ripped apart as the woman pushed more and more of
the wooden shaft up my cunt, working it back and forth until I lubricated enough
to receive more of it. I was shaking uncontrollably now, my screams coming
uninterrupted while the bat made its progress up my love canal.
Then they began to slap my tits and face, rocking me back and forth until I was
on the verge of passing out. I no longer had the strength to scream, I simply
groaned with each blow as my head pitched from side to side.
Finally the assault stopped. I hung limply against the shower wall, the bat
protruding obscenely from my pussy, nine or ten inches of it buried deep inside
me. As a final gesture of contempt, the hot water was turned back on, drenching
me in scalding liquid as I fought against my bonds. I began to scream again as
the other prisoners left the showers.
I was barely conscious when I sensed that the water had been turned off. I
opened my eyes to see the matron and two of the guards standing in front of me.
The two guards were grinning lewdly at my predicament, eyeing the bat hanging
from between my legs. The matron was far from being amused, glaring at me with
a maliciousness that was hard to describe.
"It appears that you have some differences with the other prisoners. I will
give you the opportunity to exact revenge. However, if you fail, the punishment
will be yours."
I could do no more than stare at my jailer as the two guards roughly pulled the
bat from me and began to untie my hands. Finally freed, I rubbed my arms to
regain some lost circulation. I was covered with red blotches where the women
had beaten me but it appeared that no permanent damage had been done, even to my
pussy.
"Put her in isolation until the contest!" the matron ordered the guards. I
wasn't sure just what the contest was, but I had a good idea. I meekly followed
the guards out of the showers until they led me to a small steel door just down
the corridor. Opening it with a key, they thrust me inside and closed it behind
me. Utter darkness descended upon me and I sat down on the bare stone floor to
await whatever the matron had planned.
* * * * *
I easily lost all track of time as I sat in the isolation cell, waiting for the
"contest". When the door was finally opened, I stared uncertainly at the guard
standing at the door.
"Come along, its time," he said simply. I stood and followed him out of the
cell.
The guard led me outdoors into the prison yard and I saw that the other
prisoners had been assembled, standing in a large group. It was dark, but I had
no idea of the hour. As I followed the guard, the prisoners parted until I
found myself surrounded by both men and women prisoners. In the circle stood
the matron and the other female prisoner who had led the assault on me in the
shower. Like me, she had been stripped naked and her body appeared to have been
oiled. Her flesh glistened in the spotlight that shown down on us from one of
the towers and her eyes continued to flash hatred as they stared at me. I stood
impassively as the guard applied oil to my body until I, too, was like my
opponent. The matron motioned for the two of us to meet at the center of the
ring.
"You will fight until the other is unable to continue. The loser will be put on
the cross for two days.
You may begin now."
As I wondered just what she meant by the cross, the woman swung her fist at me,
catching me flush on the chin. I flew backwards, landing on my back, my head in
a daze. Immediately she was on top of me, straddling my body with her hands
about my throat. As I gasped for air, I thrust my open hand upward toward her
face and succeeded in knocking her backward. I rolled over, covering myself in
dust in the process and leaped to my feet. Warily, the two of us circled each
other, looking for an advantage. The female prisoners were shouting words of
encouragement to my adversary, the men just shouting obscene comments. I began
to sweat from a mixture of exertion and stress.
Simultaneously the two of us leaped toward the other and we came together with a
loud slap as our bodies pressed against each other. We fell to the ground and
began to roll about as I tried to get a head lock while she squeezed her arms
about my waist. She suddenly twisted around and knelt on her hands and knees as
I tried to grasp her by the head. An elbow caught me flush and knocked me
backward, sprawling in the dirt. My tongue explored my lip and tasted blood as
I rose again and advanced toward the woman.
I threw a right and connected with the side of the woman's head, sending her
sideways to land on her stomach. She was quickly to her feet and her eyes
showed a new respect for me. My days at the head of the clearing had given me
much more strength than I had when Maria and I had first fought on this same
yard. It seemed incredible that it had only been two months since that first
night. I rushed at her and hit her again, once more knocking her to the ground.
Landing on her stomach, she rose to her hands and knees groggily, shaking her
head. I had her!
As I rushed her again, she turned and threw a handful of dirt in my face,
blinding me. I raised my hands to my eyes trying to clear them, but leaving
myself unprotected. A fist buried in my stomach, driving the breath from my
lungs and doubling me over in pain. Another punch to my jaw straightened me up
for a brief moment before I fell over backward. A roaring in my ears bewildered
me until I realized it was the other prisoners screaming for blood. My blood!
Blows began to rain down on me, to my face and breasts. I tried to raise my
hands in defense but for some reason I couldn't lift them. Blood ran down into
my mouth and I choked from swallowing it. Through a painful and swollen nose I
could smell the musky odor of a woman's sex. With one eye barely open, I saw my
opponent straddling me, her pubic hairs just inches from my face. Her hands
reached down and began to choke me once again. I began to lose consciousness
and my struggles grew weaker.
"Enough!" I heard the matron shout, although it came to me as almost a whisper.
"Let the whore be taken to the cross!"
I was lifted to my feet by two guards and dragged through the cheering crowd.
Someone spit in my face as I passed and another struck me between the shoulders.
Dimly I could see a wooden post across the yard toward which I was being taken.
As we grew nearer my heart sank. Attached to the post was a cross-member about
waist high. Where the cross-member joined the post was a stubby wooden dildo
jutting up and out at an angle.
Upon reaching the post, the guards lifted me and positioned the dildo at the
entrance to my ass. My legs were spread apart and I was lowered until the
wooden shaft was buried in my butt. While I cried out in pain, my legs were
lifted and bent back until they rested on top of the cross-member where the
guards lashed them down with leather straps. My legs were now spread open as
far as they could go and my pussy was completely exposed. As tears streamed
from my swollen eyes, my arms were brought around behind the post and lashed
together at the wrists and forearms with leather straps.
"Bring me the pear!" the matron ordered and one of the guards approached her
with a metal contraption that looked like a large egg at the end of a handle.
Taking it from the guard, the matron turned and thrust the egg end of the
contraption into my pussy while I gasped in shock. Then she began to twist the
handle and the egg began to expand! Larger and larger it became until I thought
my cunt would burst. My screams echoed through the yard while I watched in
horror at the mutilation of my sex.
When I thought that I could no longer stand the pain, she stopped and stepped
back. Sobs racked my tortured body as I hung suspended on the cross with my
pussy stretched beyond belief. The plug up my ass felt like a baseball bat and
my legs ached something fierce from being stretched so wide.
I must have passed out, because when I came to I was alone in the courtyard.
The sun was up and it was growing hotter by the moment. Sweat poured from every
pore in my body and every muscle screamed in protest as I hung forlornly in
penance. As the sun reached its zenith, I was babbling like an idiot; my tongue
swollen and my lips parched. I drifted in and out of consciousness. Minutes
seemed like hours and hours like a lifetime. I prayed for a death that was to
be denied me.
Near dusk Maria appeared with a canteen of water. Holding it to my lips, she
helped me to drink my fill and then poured the balance of the container over my
head to cool me. Through glazed eyes I smiled as best I could and whispered my
thanks.
"I pray for you," she whispered in return, her hand caressing my face. A tear
ran down her cheek before she turned and hurried away.
As the sun descended below the walls of the prison, it became cooler and cooler.
I began to tremble and shake as my sweat became goose-pimples. This only
aggravated the post up my ass and the pear in my pussy, bringing sobs from my
throat in response. My despair was approaching insanity when one of the guards
suddenly appeared.
I mistook his removing the pear from my pussy as an act of kindness and
whispered my gratitude. He smiled sadistically while dropping his pants to his
ankles. A huge erection greeted my startled eyes just moments before he thrust
it into my gaping cunt. I gasped as he began to thrust in and out of me, his
balls slapping against my ass-cheeks. Surprisingly, I began to experience a
rising sensation that overpowered my agony. With short, panting gasps, the
orgasm built inside me until it exploded in one raging burst. I screamed out in
ecstasy as his load filled my pussy. As quickly as he had appeared, the guard
disappeared, leaving me gasping for breath.
I was visited twice more that night by more guards, taking advantage of my
accessible pussy. Each time I reached an incredible orgasm that left me
exhausted and dazed. It was incredible that, considering my dire predicament, I
could experience such depravity and enjoy it. I actually cried out in dismay
when they would leave, hoping for more than they had been able to give.
The sun began to rise for my second day of discipline on the cross and I allowed
my bladder to empty on the ground beneath me. I was somewhat thankful in some
respects that I had had nothing to eat for my bowels were in no position to
evacuate. Steeling myself for the heat that was certain to render my crazed
mind senseless, I awaited my release with stoicism. As the sun rose and sweat
once again began to pour from my body, I began to hallucinate about the visits I
had had from the guards the previous night.
Unlike my first day, the second involved not only the searing sun bearing down
on my naked body but a swarm of biting flies that tormented me endlessly.
Unable to defend myself, they feasted on the tender flesh of my tits and face
until I was screaming in agony. My cries only seemed to encourage them to
attack me with more enthusiasm.
So it was, late that afternoon, when the matron came to release me, she found me
semi-conscious, babbling my mantra, "fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme" while my body
rocked back and forth on the plug up my ass. Unable to stand by myself, two
guards carried me back into the prison where I spent two more days in the
infirmary.
