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Time seemed to stand still as my body was pumped full of water over and over
again. The matron made sure that I would always reach a point where I couldn't
keep from expelling the enema and my body would be sent crashing through a
series of spasms generated by the electric current through my nipples. Finally,
near exhaustion, I simply lay there as the atrocities were committed on me. The
lack of response really pissed them off, because they came up with some more
brutal ways of abusing me.
First, my "lawyer" moved between my legs and plunged his cock into my gaping
pussy, fucking me hard and fast as my body jiggled from his plunging cock. I
glared at him in disgust but he paid me no attention as his hands kneaded and
pinched my breasts while his jism filled my cunt.
When he had finished, the guard took his place while the matron watched with her
perpetual smirk.
I shut my eyes as if to shut out the horrible degradation, only to receive an
electrical shock through my tits that brought a scream from my lips.
When the two men had finished with me, I lay there in complete mortification
because my body had betrayed me. I realized that I had responded to their
thrusts with those of my own and, despite my predicament, I had moaned my
approval of their assault.
While I lay there bathed in self-recriminations, I felt a terrible pain in my
pussy. My lips seemed to be torn apart and I cried out while my body jerked in
response.
"Easy!" called out the matron, standing between my legs. The pain dissipated
fairly quickly and I was aware of her fingers on my labia, doing something that
I couldn't see. After a few minutes, whatever she was doing had been finished
and the straps holding me to the table were undone. With some assistance by the
guard, I was able to slide off of the table and stand next to it. When I looked
down between my legs, I screamed in shock.
Attached to my outer labia were two small rings, piercing the flesh like a pair
of earrings. Hanging from the rings were short chains attached to small
weights. The weights pulled at my flesh, distending the lips of my pussy
obscenely. I looked up at the matron in dismay.
"Those will serve as a reminder that you will obey the rules of this prison or
else. The next infraction will result in heavier weights. Now, come with us;
we have further plans for you and your friend."
Almost in a stupor, I blindly followed the matron and guard, along with my
"lawyer", out of the room. It was several minutes before her statement sank in.
"My friend?" What did she mean? We traveled down the hallway a brief distance,
as I walked bow-legged to adapt to the weights swinging from my pussy, and
entered another room just like the one I had left.
Hanging by her wrists from a hook in the ceiling was Maria. Her chin rested on
her chest and her hair hung down over her eyes. Her naked body glistened with
sweat in the dim light of the room. Beside her stood one of the guards, a whip
in his hand. Maria's body was covered with red welts where her tormenter had
struck her. As we entered, she slowly lifted her head and peered out at us with
half-open eyes.
"We found out that she had brought you water during your punishment," the matron
pronounced.
"Such disregard for our rules must be punished. The two of you will report to
work on the rail!"
The rail? I knew of nothing called the rail. It was just as well that I had
not; for I would probably
have fainted on the spot.
Maria was released and the two of us taken once again to the courtyard. There
we were put in a leather collar and our hands bound behind our backs. A length
of rope was attached to the front of the collar to hang down between our
breasts. Maria was made to stand in front of me with her back to me.
"Spread your legs!" came the order and we obeyed spontaneously, as if we had
been waiting to be asked. Two guards suddenly appeared with a tree trunk some
six inches in diameter and slid it between our legs. Abruptly the wooden shaft
was raised until I was forced to almost stand on my tiptoes. The rough bark
rubbed against my thighs and pussy; the weights hanging from my labia on either
side of the pole. The length of rope was then wrapped around the trunk and tied
off, leaving the two of us astride the rough shaft with it hanging from our
necks.
"Move out!" cried the matron as the gate to the outer prison walls was opened.
At the same moment, a slash from one of the guard's whips creased my back and I
almost leaped forward. Instantly the rough surface of the tree scraped at my
most tender parts and I cried out in dismay. Again the whip fell and both Maria
and I took tentative steps forward; each stride evoking a cry of torment.
Through the small village outside the prison we moved, slowly and agonizingly.
Tears streamed from our eyes as a result of the pain and humiliation. The
towns-people stopped and stared at us as we made our way to the work detail.
Two hours later, when we had reached the rest of our sister inmates, the flesh
between our thighs had been rubbed raw and blood dripped down our legs. Only
then was the log removed from our bodies. Our hands were released and we were
given machetes and ordered back to work as if nothing else had transpired.
* o0o-
My days became carbon copies of the one before. Each morning we were roused
from our beds at 5:00 A.M., fed a meager breakfast and loaded on the truck to
take us into the jungle where we continued to clear a path for a road. A thirty
minute break at noon served as our lunch period with a thin, watery soup and
stale bread our repast. Whenever the sun set determined the end of our work day
and we were transported back to the prison and returned to our cells. Twice a
week we were allowed to shower. A meal was passed through our doors consisting
of a piece of meat, a boiled potato and a piece of stale bread. Our water came
from a spigot in the cell and was rancid as hell.
Most nights we could expect a visit from one or more of the guards who took
great delight in raping the inmates of the prison. Although I learned to expect
it, the occurrence always left me feeling dirty and degraded. I was at least
thankful that the matron had decided that other inmates deserved punishment more
than I and she had left me alone for a couple of days. The rings still pierced
my pussy lips but the weights had been removed. Each time I took a step, the
metal reminded me of the horrible disfigurement of my body.
The shirt I had been given was in tatters and barely served as clothing any
longer. Both sleeves had long since been torn so badly that I cut them off at
the shoulders. Enough rips in the body left me almost as exposed as if I had
been naked. I was not alone in this regard; most of the women were virtually
unclothed. There would be no replacement so we all made do as best we could.
Total nudity was not uncommon among the inmates of San Rafael prison. After a
while, no one possessed any modesty anyway.
Maria and I were at our usual position at this point in time: Lead workers in
the jungle, clearing the brush for the inmates behind us to cart off. The work
was hard and hot as we swung the machetes and sweat poured from every pore in
our bodies. I was gasping for breath in the hot, humid air and worked by rote,
swinging my arm back and forth while my mind was on idle. It was several
minutes before I realized Maria was whispering at me.
"Kathy! Kathy" she called softly. I looked up to see her eyes wide.
"What?" I called back.
"Look! The guards have disappeared!"
I glanced behind me and to my surprise she was right. There were no guards in
sight. I looked back at Maria. Her thoughts were as easy to read as two inch
high headlines. We were going to make a break for it!
Maria dropped her machete and ran into the jungle. I thought the big knife
might come in handy so I kept it as I dashed in behind her. The dense foliage
slashed at my body, almost blinding me as I ran headlong into the underbrush. I
could see Maria a few yards ahead of me as we ran aimlessly forward; desperate
to escape the sadistic treatment of the prison.
On we ran, my breath coming in gasps as the brush cut me. As quickly as we were
moving, the machete was of no use in clearing the thick foliage. I tasted blood
and my cheeks stung where a branch had hit me. In minutes both Maria's and my
shirts were no more than ribbons hanging from our shoulders and I could see
multiple cuts on her body as she tore forward. Finally, exhausted and out of
breath, we both fell down beneath a large tree. For several minutes we could
only gasp for breath as sweat poured from our bodies.
Maria was laying on her back and her breasts rose and fell as she drew in the
much needed oxygen. I found myself admiring her well-sculptured body.
Surprised and dismayed at the same time, I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss
her.
"We made it!" Maria exclaimed, a wide grin on her face. Despite the blood
pouring from a hundred cuts, she was ecstatic.
"Maybe," I replied calmly. "We still have to get out of this jungle and find a
way back to civilization.
I have no idea where we are, do you?"
It was then we heard the dogs.
* o0o-
We were up and running again, thrashing through the jungle without any sense of
direction. The dogs seemed to be growing closer and their barking was louder.
I could hear the shouts of men above the sound of the dogs and this spurred me
on to even greater effort to make our way into the brush. The jungle was so
dense, we had no way of knowing what direction we were headed. All we wanted at
that moment was to escape the search party.
As we came to a small clearing we were suddenly surrounded by a group of guards,
each holding the leash to a huge Doberman. The dogs were barking and snarling
at us, straining at their leashes like mad animals. One of the guards shouted
some command and the dogs immediately became quiet and sat still in front of
their masters. Maria and I sank to our knees in despair. Our attempt at escape
had been foiled.
"The matron was right!" shouted one of the guards. "The two tried to escape,
just like she said they would!"
"Yes, we will be rewarded tonight!" claimed another. "Bind their hands so that
we may take them back to the prison."
"Wait!" cried the guard who had quieted the dogs. "Shouldn't we reward our dogs
for finding them?"
A lump grew in the pit of my stomach as I guessed what the guard meant. As the
group of men laughed obscenely, Maria and I were thrown on our hands and knees
and our legs pulled wide apart. While two guards held me, a third led his dog
up to my rear. I could feel his hot breath against my buttocks and heard him
sniffing. I tensed as his tongue licked my pussy, sending a shudder through my
body. The next thing I knew, the dog's forepaws were around my waist and his
cock had plunged inside my pussy. Seething in shame, I could do nothing but
kneel there while the dog raped me. The sound of the men laughing as they
watched completed my degradation.
I silently cursed myself as I began to respond helplessly to the dog's thrusts.
The heat in my pussy grew and grew while my body rocked back and forth to meet
the dog's lunges. My near naked body began to sweat and my breath was coming in
gasps. I was moaning between gulps and my vision blurred. Nothing mattered now
except the orgasm that was nearing explosion inside me. When the dog stiffened,
I felt his cum fill my pussy and I screamed in delirium, unmindful of my
predicament.
The dog was pulled from my back and another took its place. Again I felt the
hot prick enter my pussy and the dog began to shove his meat into me. Seething
with desire, I glanced over at Maria and saw that she was also in the throes of
rapture as a large dog was plunging her cunt. The entire scene seemed like a
fantasy except the growing orgasm inside me was very real. Once again as the
dog stiffened, I screamed the signal of my orgasm while my body grew rigid.
I don't know how long it lasted or how many dogs fucked me, but when the last
one finished, I collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. My pussy was dripping
with dog cum and my thighs were covered with their semen. I lay there for
several minutes, gasping and shuddering as wave after wave of gratification
swept over me. Through a haze, I saw Maria with one of the dog's pricks buried
in her mouth, sucking and licking the slender, pink shaft until it exploded in a
stream of cum that covered her face.
Now it was the guards' turn. My head was lifted to stare into a dark, smelly
cock inches from my mouth. Without even thinking, I opened my lips to receive
it and began to lick and suck on the putrid shaft of meat. I was completely
engrossed with my own sexual satisfaction; nothing seemed too bizarre or obscene
for me to do. I eagerly sucked at the prick in my mouth while I felt another
sink into my sopping wet pussy. I was oblivious to my surroundings; totally
involved in my own sensations.
Time stood still while I indulged my erotic desires. When at last I was laying
on the ground alone, I glanced up to see the guards standing around the two of
us. As I stood shakily to my feet, I couldn't help but see their leering
glances at me. What was left of my shirt hung in shreds and my body was for all
purposes naked. I took my shirt off and used what was left to wipe the semen
from my face and body. Sensing that the guards were enjoying the show I was
putting on, I drew back my shoulders and thrust out my tits while delivering a
withering stare at the head guard.
He laughed and moved over to me. Reaching in his shirt pocket, he drew out a
handrolled cigarette and offered it to me. I took it and drew deeply while he
lit it. Ironies of all ironies, I stood,
buck-ass-naked, smoking a joint that had landed me in prison in the first place.
"Enjoy it, Senorita," he smiled. "It may be the last bit of pleasure you
experience for a long, long time."
Remarkably, I no longer feared what might happen to me. In thinking about my
most recent ordeals, I realized that I was beginning to savor them. Even the
pain became erotic after the initial shock. My pussy was still damp from the
memory of being fucked by the dogs and guards. I no longer cared what was
becoming of me.
At a signal of the guard who had just befriended me, another man moved forward
and fastened a collar about my neck. It was just like the one around the dogs'
necks except I heard a click in the back of my neck as a lock was placed to
eternally fix it in place. I watched as Maria was given the same treatment.
Her eyes were red, almost the same color as her hair and she looked at me
distraughtly. I tried to smile reassuraingly, but I'm afraid it was more like a
grimace as her collar was fastened to the back of mine by a short leash.
With another leash fastened to the front of my collar, and our hands bound
behind our back, we were led from the clearing back into the jungle. Imagine
our shock and dismay when we had traveled only a couple of hundred yards before
coming to the rest of the work detail. Maria and I had been running in circles
and we would have burst upon the work crew in a matter of a few more minutes!
A van was waiting for us. Maria and I, along with two guards, got in the van
and returned to the prison. The matron was waiting for us as we pulled into the
main yard. As we were pulled from the van, she grinned at our discomfort.
"You played exactly into our hands, you two sluts! Now, you have been reported
as escaped prisoners! You are no longer listed as inmates of this prison. No
one will come here looking for you any longer. As far as anyone knows, you
perished somewhere in the jungle."
"Now you will begin to earn your keep," she continued. "But first, you must be
taught the error of trying to put one over on your superiors."
