Santa Margarita Prison for Women

PART 3

     Three weeks later, Nadia was told to learn the carpenter’s trade. Along with the few other selected prisoners, she was marched to the former school gym and left in the care of Ignacio Escobar.

     The gym was a vast, two stories-tall room located directly under cafeteria. For years this space was used to store all kinds of junk until it was totally filled up; then it was padlocked and abandoned. Commandant De La Peña discovered the former gym during his first week in office, only two days after the memorable execution of two Lesbian couples who were caught in the act and hanged in the showers. The very next morning the Commandant decreed that the gym be renovated.

     Ignacio Escobar, who was something of a handyman, was put in charge of the project. He turned out to be a competent manager, at least when he was sober.

  Under his direction, the prisoners cleared the rubble, painted the walls, repaired the ceiling, installed new lighting, and accomplished a million of other small but necessary jobs. Now the renovation was almost over. Only one job still remained to be done.

     That morning Nadia and other prisoners sat in a circle around Señor Escobar, the guard-cum-construction manager. Nadia counted four women, not including herself. Monica Cubero was here, and Susana Espinosa, and young Ana Salvador; but most importantly, her Katia was here as well, once again assigned to work with her lover. This was by sheer luck and Nadia was so glad. She only wished they could do more than work together. Wouldn’t it be nice if, like in the old times, they could hug, stroke each other’s hair, then kiss, and afterwards…But it was all empty wishes that could never come true now. Even thinking about it was too dangerous. With difficulty, Nadia snapped back to the present.

     Ignacio Escobar was not a stickler for formalities, so the girls were free to assume relaxed poses. Nadia noted how thoroughly they had become accustomed to constant nudity; no girl was giving a second thought to how much she was revealing. Susana lay on her stomach, knees bent, toes up in the air; her big breasts were spilled on the floor before her. Monica sat cross-legged, leaning backwards, propping herself up with her arms. She was giving an inadvertent view of not only her open snatch but the asshole too. Katia’s legs were folded under her bum; but she had them parted and so showed almost as much of herself as Monica. Nadia enjoyed the view; she loved to catch a glimpse of Katia’s pussy every now and then. Even Ana Salvador, who was so priggish that she still tried to cover herself before the eyes of men, kept forgetting to close her knees, accidentally exposing her small, scrawny crack.

     Five girls were too few. There were supposed to be seven of them here, but Evita Sanchez and Esmeralda Carrera were escorted out of the canteen right after breakfast and they hadn’t returned yet. A guard said that the pair were required for another job; but what this job was, he couldn’t tell. Anyway, it didn’t look like Evita and Esmeralda were missing much.

     "Come closer, all of you" said Ignacio, "There is something I need to give you."

     Nadia and the others sidled toward him over the soft, shaggy surface of the floor. (For reasons known only to him, De La Peña ordered the room to be carpeted.) Ignacio goggled at asses, breasts, and pussies that surrounded him on all sides; even after weeks of guarding a prisonful of naked women he could not get enough of bare female flesh. It took him a rather long time to lift his eyes back to the level of girls’ faces; even then there was a notable bulge in the front of his pants. With a shade of regret, he reached into a large sack next to him and handed each girl a bundle of fabric.

     "Here, take this," he muttered.

     Nadia spread her bundle on the floor. It turned out to be a piece of clothes, sort of loose overalls made of thick and sturdy tent fabric. Nadia frowned. Clothes? What for?

     "You are required to wear this when you work," explained the guard. "The Commandant doesn’t want you to get scratched, or poked by a nail, or otherwise

damage your skin."

     That was peculiar. Why would a jailer worry about his prisoners’ skins? Captain De La Peña was obviously not the type to coddle his charges, so there had to be a reason. But no matter how hard Nadia tried to think of one, nothing occurred to her. She looked a question at Katia, who shook her head in response. So Katia did not understand this, either.

     "Come on, put it on!" urged Ignacio.

     The girls lurched to their feet and, helping each other, got into their new garments.

     After she was dressed, Nadia stretched tentatively and moved her body this way and that. It felt so odd to wear clothes after weeks of continuous nudity. Odd and extremely uncomfortable. The sleeves were too long and the pant legs too short; the rough canvas chaffed Nadia’s nipples and bunched up between her legs, giving her a wedgie. Plus, the thing was butt-ugly; so ugly that Nadia was grateful for the lack of mirrors. All in all, she preferred being naked to wearing this.

     Nadia scanned around to see how the other girls looked. None looked very well. Susana Espinosa fared the best: the outfit emphasized her wide ass and big round breasts and the color suited her complexion. Young Ana Salvador, on the other hand, looked extremely awkward. She was the thinnest of them all; on her, the suit appeared to be nothing more than a shapeless sack. Nevertheless, Ana was pleased: she finally had clothes to cover her bony charms.

     "You look bad," Ignacio told the girls, "I like you better with your asses bare." He smirked. "If you know what I mean."

     They all knew what he meant. Each girl had undergone the harrowing experience of being butt-fucked by the fat guard. Monica Cubero shifted uncomfortably – it was her ass that was going to be demolished today.

     Ignacio rubbed his hands. "This business is taken care of. Now let me show you what we are supposed to be building here." He passed around copies of a drawing. The drawing was a crude diagram that depicted two vertical posts, about five meters high, connected at the top by a thick horizontal crossbeam. Two short diagonal struts in both upper corners made the structure more rigid. To give the thing even more stability, each post had three more such struts fitted at the base, which made the posts appear rather like tall chicken legs.

    That was it: two huge chicken legs supporting a crossbeam. This was the big room’s centerpiece and its main attraction; the chief reason for the whole lengthy, painstaking renovation. Everyone instantly recognized what it was. The thing they were required to build was the new, permanent gallows.

     Up to now all hangings had been performed in the Cafeteria, with a ceiling pipe serving as the makeshift gallows. The pipe had performed admirably – more than two dozen girls have been hung from it so far, with nary a hitch. But the metal thing in the ceiling had its limitations. Ignacio Escobar inspected the fittings and declared that the pipe would hold no more than two bodies at a time. As a consequence, there were no group hangings. Instead, the executions were spread out. Nearly every morning a prisoner would get to swing under the Cafeteria ceiling, and sometimes there was a pair. If more than two were condemned on a single day, the extra girls had to wait until the next day for their turn on the gallows. The executed were left to dangle for at least a day and a night, and sometimes more. As a rule, a body would not be cut down until there was a fresh one to replace it, which meant that nearly every meal was decorated by a couple of hanging corpses.

     The reason for the liberal application of the death penalty was that this was the only penalty available. In the old days, the prisoners would be beaten, or denied food, or kept in solitary confinement. This never happened anymore. These days, for every possible transgression there was only one kind of for punishment: death by hanging.

     Lesbianism was still the biggest possible crime, and the only one where punishment was meted without delay. The definition of Lesbianism was horrifyingly broad. The first girls executed for Lesbianism – those four poor souls hanged in the showers three weeks ago – were at least caught having actual sex. However, very soon it was made clear that any display of affection for another girl – or even anything more than a casual contact – was grounds for hanging.

     One case in particular sent shock waves through the prison population. It happened ten days after the sudden late-night execution of the four supposed Lesbians. At the time, there had been a lull in daily hangings; the Cafeteria’s hanging corner was clear of bodies, and the prisoners relaxed. The girls were exchanging morning gossip at a breakfast, when Fortunata Ramos leaned toward Diana Barroso and whispered something in that girl’s ear. The action looked innocent enough, but Sergeant Velez accused the pair of kissing. The Commandant’s reaction was instant: both girls were dragged away from the dining table and hung on the spot. It all happened incredibly fast; within three minutes of their alleged crime, Diana and Fortunata were already jerking and twisting in the noose. The rest of the breakfast had passed in dead silence.

     After this incident the girls were afraid even to touch each other. Unfortunately, this was impossible to achieve in the crowded conditions of a prison. Every now and then, someone would accidentally touch someone else’s breast, or brush against someone’s ass, or even stare for more than a second at another girl’s crotch – and minutes later end up dangling from a rope.

     Getting tagged as a Lesbian was not the only road to the gallows; a number of girls had been executed for other causes. Asuncion Ibanez sucked the truck driver’s dick in exchange for a few pesos. Only the Lord knows what she intended to do with the money; in any case, she did not get much time to enjoy it. The driver turned around and accused Asuncion of stealing; the money was returned and the girl hanged. At the end of the day, the truck driver got a free blow job, and the girl who swallowed his cum got a short dance with a noose around her neck.

     Lucia Escribano was a victim of another such case. Lucia discovered Bianca Vea’s stash of cocaine and was stupid enough to tell the Commandant. Captain De La Peña, always proper and upright, confiscated the drug, reprimanded Vea in front of everyone, and cut her pay. Five days later, Bianca accused Lucia of assaulting an officer, that is, herself. There were no witnesses, but Bianca got Sergeant Velez to support the accusation; together they prevailed on De La Peña to approve an execution. Bianca, who insisted on being the executioner, made sure the Lucia’s hanging was slow and painful.

     There were many others executed for similar reasons. Just this morning a girl named Marta Torres was hanged for attempted assassination of prison official. What really happened was this. Someone left a nail sticking out of the floor of the big room, and Sergeant Velez stumbled and cut her foot. No one knew who was responsible for this act of negligence, but Tatiana wanted to punish somebody, and Marta Torres was part of yesterday’s work crew. Now Marta’s cold body dangled in the empty Cafeteria.

     All right, enough of this! Nadia made a conscious effort to steer her mind away from the thoughts of hanging dead bodies. Let’s instead concentrate on the plan!

     The drawing indicated several steel hooks bolted at equal distances to the lower surface of the crossbeam. Their purpose was explained in a written note below: the hooks were there to hold the nooses. Nadia counted: there were altogether eight hooks. Eight? She felt chill crawling up her spine.

     Other girls caught on as well; Nadia could see their eyes go wide with fear and puzzlement. Only Susana, who was generally rather dumb, still stared at the picture in bovine incomprehension.

     "This is very… interesting," said Monica Cubero carefully.

     "It’s a time-honored design," replied Ignacio Escobar, "Simple but serviceable. Later on we’ll add collapsible platforms to stand on, a few steps leading up to the platforms, wooden buckets to collect the piss, some winches…"

     "But why eight nooses?" burst out Ana Salvador, "They never even convicted so many at once! Let alone…let alone…"

     The guard shrugged. "How would I know? They may plan to hang eight of you at a time. Or it could something else altogether. They didn’t explain me their reasons."

     The door opened; but only Nadia noticed it. Sergeant Velez walked into the room, with Bianca Vea and a couple of guards right behind. The newcomers marched straight for the Ignacio Escobar’s little group; and it was Nadia alone who saw them come.

     "Back to work," Ignacio said, unaware of an approaching interruption. "Today I’ll show you a how to use a saw. We’ll be using them a lot in the next few days." He took one from his bag. "Be careful – these things are sharp. Especially you, Espinosa."

     Bianca and others stopped some distance away, but Tatiana came forward, still unnoticed by anyone save Nadia. She loomed over Susana Espinosa, grinning from ear to ear. Susana did not realize anyone was standing behind her; she was absorbed by the saw, watching it warily as though it could jump and bite her. Nadia gestured at Susana to warn her about the danger; but the stupid cow only nodded and smiled. Nadia signaled more vigorously, and in response Susana decided to come closer. From a prone position she started to climb clumsily to her hands and knees. First she stuck her ass high in the air. Her pink round buttocks parted, and Nadia could see that Tatiana’s gaze was directed right in the middle, at Susanna’s exposed holes. This was not good. Nadia tried to warn the stupid girl one last time, but before she could do anything, Tatiana bent forward and grasped a cheekful of Susana’s ass.

     The next few seconds were a blur. Startled Susana jumped out of her skin. She flew straight into Tatiana, who had not expected such reaction; and the two big bodies collided with a loud slap. The brawny Sergeant was usually hard to budge but Susana’s sudden leap knocked her over like a sack of flour. To keep her balance, Tatiana held on to other girl’s shoulder; in return, the panicked Susana grabbed Tatiana’s shirt. There was a sound of ripping cloth, and both women tumbled backward in a confusion of bodies.

     A minute later, Susana was sitting on her butt, dazed with shock. Tatiana ended up sprawled on her back. Without getting up, she anxiously pawed a ripped front pocket of her uniform shirt. Her eyes widened; she sat up sharply and scanned the floor around her, searching for something. Nadia noticed a small transparent plastic bag lying some distance away. It was hard to see for certain, but it seemed like the bag contained some sort of white powder. Tatiana made a quick move to snatch the bag; but before she could reach it, someone’s foot pinned her hand to the ground.

     "Well, well," said Captain De La Peña. No one saw him enter, not even Nadia – but there he was, tall and stern-looking. "What do we have here?" He picked up the bag, opened it, and cautiously tasted the powder. "Cocaine," he said and looked straight at the Sergeant.

     Tatiana blanched. "It’s not mine," she stammered, "It’s hers!" She pointed at Susana.

     De La Peña fixed the woman with an icy stare. "The prisoner is naked," he said coolly, "She has no place to hide anything. There is no point in trying to bullshit me. You disobeyed my orders yet again; and this time, I will not let it slide." He raised Tatiana by the scruff of her neck so that her face was almost level with his. "You remember the penalty I promised you in case of disobedience. This penalty starts now and is extended for four weeks—"

     "No!"

     "—One week for the actual transgression and three for lying to me."

     Tatiana looked horrified.

     "Now get out of my sight," the Captain finished frostily.

     Tatiana did not try to argue. She turned dejectedly and shuffled toward the exit, muttering to herself. Before opening the door she turned back for a second and gave Susana one last look full of unspeakable loathing. Then she was gone.

     "What was that about all about?" whispered someone. De La Peña ignored that.

     He looked at his watch. "Now to business. In the absence of Sergeant Velez, the present task falls to Warden Vea. Do you know what you have to do, Warden?"

     "Yes Sir!" barked Bianca.

     "Then proceed."

     Bianca stepped forward. She came to a parade rest, saluted to the Commandant, and announced in a high, crisp voice, "These following prisoners are hereby ordered to come with me." She made a pause. "Ana Salvador—"

     Ana jumped to her feet, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. A guard caught her by the wrist and in a quick practiced motion handcuffed her.

     "—and Nadia Serna."

     Nadia felt as a tightrope walker must feel when the rope snaps under her. All she could do was to open and close her mouth, as her mind went blank and her stomach turned to jelly. The second guard jerked her roughly to her feet and put the cuffs on her. He had to hold her because Nadia’s legs were so numb that she could barely stand. Across from her, Katia looked extremely worried. Nadia tried to reassure her with a smile but the attempt failed badly.

     "Let’s go!" said Bianca. "We don’t have all day."

  

 Nadia and Ana were led out of the door and into the echoing dimness of the prison corridors. Bianca Vea walked in front and the two guards followed behind, prodding the prisoners in the back to hurry them up or to indicate a turn. No one spoke. In search of some clues, Nadia tried to catch the guards’ eyes but her silent queries had gotten no response. The men stared straight ahead, studiously avoiding looking at the prisoners. Nadia did not like it one bit. The situation had all the hallmarks of a hasty execution.

     But they can’t execute us both, she thought. There are only two spots on the pipe and one is already occupied! They hanged Marta Torres only this morning; and it followed that they had no more space for a double hanging. Surely they didn’t! Didn’t they?

     Nadia knew that she was being silly. There was nothing to prevent them from cutting Marta down and making the space. Or they could hang Ana, let her dangle until she was undoubtedly dead, then take her down, and hang Nadia in her place. Or they could hang Nadia first. Or they could hang them in the showers or in the hundred different places where you could tie a rope. The possibilities were endless.

     Nadia was enumerating the possibilities in her mind, when the group reached the stairway landing. However, Bianca Vea did not lead them up the stairs but continued forward. Hope flared in Nadia’s breast: they weren’t going to the Canteen! No hanging on a ceiling pipe for them, at least that was certain now. Of course, farther ahead on this level were the showers, which, as Nadia remembered all too well, could also serve as a makeshift execution chamber.

     Apparently they weren’t going there, either. Bianca stopped far short of the shower room, and Nadia breathed a second sigh of relief.

     They stood in front of a narrow door painted the same drab gray as the walls. Bianca pulled out a key and unlocked the door. A guard opened for her. From behind Bianca’s scrawny back, Nadia cautiously peered inside.

     The space – it was too small to call it a room – was once a janitor’s closet. It was tiny, ill-lit, and as narrow as the door suggested. The ceiling was low; the walls unpainted. Along one wall ranged a row of ancient brooms, mops, and buckets; against the opposite wall stood a rough wooden bench. Two naked figures slouched on the bench, looking half-asleep in the feeble light. It was hard to see their faces but these were unmistakably Evita Sanchez and Esmeralda Carrera, the pair of girls missing since morning.

     Obeying a command from Bianca Vea, Evita and Esmeralda got to their feet. Nadia threw a questioning glance at Esmeralda, whose silent reply indicated that she knew next to nothing about what was going on. Ana and Nadia were pushed into the cell where they were uncuffed. Their handcuffs were transferred to Esmeralda and Evita, who were then marched out of the room and down the corridor, with Bianca Vea in front of them and one guard behind. The remaining guard closed the door, locking Ana and Nadia inside. Nadia heard the clink of the key turning in the lock and after that, the retreating steps, as the man hurried after his companions.

     There was nothing to do but to wait. Nadia sat down on the hard bench and invited Ana to sit as well. Ana followed Nadia’s example, all the while keeping a careful distance. As hard as it was in this confined space, they meticulously avoided touching each other – it was unlikely they were observed, but one could never be sure. "Better safe than hanging," repeated Nadia to herself. That’s what Martha Torres said after refusing a cautious advance from Estela Garrido. Martha was very careful this way. But of course, despite all her prudence, she ended up hanging anyway.

     Ana shifted on her seat uncomfortably. Between the lack of space, the hard wood they had to sit on, and their self-imposed restrictions, their stay here did not promise to be all that pleasant. There was no room to lie down or even to stretch one’s legs. There was no support for the back, except the cement wall. The bench’s unfinished boards were so rough that sitting on them with your bums bare practically guaranteed a splinter. Fortunately, Nadia’s and Ana’s bums were protected – for one reason or another, no one bothered to order the girls to remove their new work clothes.

     "Are we going to be hanged?" asked Ana Salvador in a tiny voice.

     The correct answer to this was, "Who the hell knows?" But Ana looked so scared and so young that Nadia bit back the response that was forming on her lips. What Ana needed was not truth but reassurance. "We won’t," said Nadia firmly. "Definitely not."

     She reflected on her answer. It was not a lie; she really didn’t think they were going to be hanged. They were not accused of anything, were they? Nadia was sure Commandant De La Peña would not hang them without first telling them why.

     The Commandant was a tough man but not bloodthirsty. He did everything by the book, tried to investigate every allegation, and sometimes even let an offense go without punishment. True, the alleged Lesbians were executed instantly and without mercy, often based on the flimsiest evidence. Nonetheless, aside from this mysterious obsession with sex between women, the current Commandant was a fair man. And neither Nadia, nor Ana have done anything wrong.

     Could one of the Wardens be behind it? The Commandant might have been fair; but his underlings were a different matter. They regularly tricked their boss into executing innocent girls: the fates of Lucia Escribano, Marta Torres, and several others were a testament to that. But it didn’t look like De La Peña’s subordinates were responsible for this particular business, and this gave Nadia hope.

     The room had no windows; the only light came from a single dim bulb. Whether it was day or night, the cell remained equally gloomy; there was nothing here to mark the passage of time. As the minutes grew into long hours, the women talked. Nadia never liked Ana Salvador much; she always considered her a stiff, sanctimonious prig. Now that she had a chance to know Ana better, she saw that she was wrong. Behind a façade of self-righteous prudishness was a bewildered young girl who knew very little about life, and nothing about relationships between sexes. Ana was educated by nuns, and it showed. She lived in her own little world with its own rules. Nakedness had to be avoided at all costs. Regular ass-rapes by drunken guards were somehow her fault, and the resulting pain and humiliation were considered suitable punishments. In general, sex was sin, and sex between women even worse. Everyone thought that Ana refused all such invitations because she regarded herself better that everybody else; but in truth she was scared and embarrassed. However, the girl could not help being curious about this stuff. After they established a certain level of intimacy, Ana peppered Nadia with questions concerning her various experiences. Nadia itched to take off the younger girl’s ugly garments and show her a thing or two. Of course, this was quite impossible.

     A key turning in the lock interrupted their conversation. It was Ignacio Escobar, this time acting in his official capacity as guard. He brought them their dinner. Nadia and Ana spoke up at once, but Ignacio silently handed them the trays and promptly withdrew, refusing to answer any questions. The food lifted the spirits for a time. In the next half hour, Nadia and Ana exchanged funny stories, laughing all the while. That didn’t last though; soon enough the laughter got progressively more nervous and artificial until it finally ceased. "What’s next?" asked Ana for the hundredth time. Nadia did not answer.

     Several hours later – no one knew how many – the girls got tired at last and decided to go to sleep. That was easier said than done: for two people to lie down in this space without touching each other was no simple task. The girls were right in the middle of finding a solution, when they heard the sound of multiple boots outside their door. Their sleepiness instantly evaporated.

     The door opened, letting in Ines Santana and a new pair of guards. They clearly came to take the prisoners away. Nadia wanted to ask them so many questions, but the one that came to her lips was unexpectedly, "What time is it?" Santana ignored her but one of the guards answered, "Half past one in the night." The Warden gave him a silencing look and gestured for Nadia and Ana to get up and put their hands behind their back for hadcuffing.

     This time trip the prisoners were prodded up the stairs all the way to the top floor. Nadia’s felt cold sweat running down her neck: top floor was where they hanged people. However, once again the Cafeteria – and its hanging pipe – was not their destination. Instead, they made a turn into an unfamiliar passageway and hurried along a maze of strange corridors.

     Yet, despite never having been here before, Nadia knew where they were. This was the administrative wing: the location of offices, guardrooms, the prison kitchen, and so on. The corridors were dark and eerily quiet – most of the personnel had left for the night. The guard’s footsteps echoed off the walls. The group passed a door after a closed door; and every time they went near one Nadia wondered if that was where they were going.

     At last they stopped next to a completely unremarkable entrance. The only thing that made it different from the others like it was the fact that it was set apart. Large stretches of blank wall framed it on either side; and because of that, this doorway looked lonely. Santana pressed a small button. With a soft buzzing sound, the door opened seemingly by itself.

     After the procession had trooped inside, Nadia had a look around. She had never seen the place, but there was no mistaking it. This was once the school Principal’s office; now it belonged to the prison Commandant. To say that the room was spacious would have been an understatement – it was nearly the prison dorm’s size. The office was extremely well appointed: among other luxuries it had high, carved ceiling, oak paneling on the walls, lavish carpet, and large picture windows. The windows must have provided a lot of light during the day, but now they were only black rectangular holes in the wall; the light was coming from the sparkling crystal chandeliers overhead. Under one window stood wide leather couch and two overstuffed chairs; next to them was an elegant parlor table that held the prison’s only radio. Along the opposite, windowless, wall stood more chairs, several filing cabinets, and an enormous old-fashioned wardrobe. Later Nadia remembered hearing soft scratches coming from the wardrobe, but it had to be only her imagination.

     The Commandant’s desk was placed as far away from the entrance as possible. One had to walk a distance to get there. The desk was dark polished wood masterfully shaped in a classic design. It was vast in size but somehow looked very appropriate for this room. Of course, much of that impression was due to the occupant. The tall figure of Captain De La Peña towered over the desk; his dominating presence filled the big room. The Commandant appeared to be busy with paperwork, paying no apparent attention to the visitors.

     After making them wait an interminable time, the Captain lifted his eyes. He dismissed the guards, told Vea to uncuff the prisoners; then, after she did, curtly ordered her to leave. After the Warden was gone, De La Peña commanded Nadia and Ana to come closer.

     He was studying them, his eyes boring into theirs. Even though they were standing and he was sitting, he somehow managed to look down at them, as if from a height.

     "Why are you still wearing your work clothes?" he asked.

     Ana opened her mouth to explain. More experienced Nadia did not waste time on words but instantly moved to take her clothes off. The Captain waved them off.

 

   "Never mind that now. Let me explain the reason I brought you here."

     He paused, checking papers on his desk. There was a large portrait on the wall behind him; it depicted a stern gray-haired man in a General’s uniform. Nadia had never seen this man before but surmised that it must have been General Vilareal. The new dictator looked younger then Nadia expected and had rather distinguished, even handsome features. All in all, he didn’t appear as unpleasant as Nadia expected such a man to look.

     The Captain finally looked up from the paperwork. "Prisoner Serna, prisoner Salvador," he said in his official voice, "Allegations had been made against you. Specifically," he tapped his finger meaningfully, "the allegations of homosexual contacts."

     The women gasped in unison. Ana seemed close to fainting. The allegations were untrue, of course – Nadia hadn’t had homosexual contacts in weeks and Ana had never had them in her life – but such trifles didn’t matter. When the Commandant directly accused you of homosexuality, you were hanged as soon as they got you to a free noose.

     They were going to be hanged, after all.

     "However—" intoned the Captain.

     The women stopped in their tracks. Was there a glimmer of hope?

     De La Peña remained silent for a time, and Nadia was afraid to breathe. "However," he repeated in the same clipped tone, "If I were to punish prisoners based on mere allegations I’d have to execute nearly the whole prison population. I decided that from now on I must investigate."

     He got up from the chair and walked around the desk.

     "Investigating such claims is a difficult business," he said, looking at the two women as if trying to measure their thoughts. "You two don’t look like Lesbians to me; but you never know. Some of the deviants that we have eliminated in the past three weeks did not look like Lesbians either. Fortunately, Sergeant Velez had an idea…" He paused, then suddenly roared in his best command bellow, "Prisoner Salvador!"

     Ana jumped in surprise.

     "Prisoner Salvador, you will proceed to the couch. You will take off your suit. You will lie on you back and spread your legs."

     Ana must have wondered at this unusual order but she did as she was told, with only a slight hesitation. She blushed after she undressed and blushed some more when she opened her pussy for review.

     "Now you, prisoner Serna. No, don’t bother taking off your clothes; you’ll have an opportunity to do it later. Go to your knees. Good. Place your face between Salvador’s legs. Now use you hands and mouth to stimulate Salvador’s genitalia."

     Nadia hesitated. As if reading her thoughts, the Captain added, "You will not be punished for this."

     Up close, Ana’s pussy was small and nearly hairless. Delicate pink folds framed the miniature opening, still barred by an unbroken hymen. The clit was all but invisible. With a tip of a finger Nadia softly prodded the hidden clit; and in response Ana gasped and recoiled.

     "Sergeant Velez’s suggestion is simple," the Captain said, "We call two accused prisoners at a time and have them perform oral sex on each other. Anyone who shows signs of enjoyment must have Lesbian propensities. It’s not an ideal solution; we expect a number of false positives, which mean we are going to hang a number of innocent heterosexuals. But it’s a price we are willing to take. Weeding out Lesbians from the ranks of inmates is our highest priority."

     So that’s what they were expected to do! Nadia grinned inwardly. Obviously they didn’t think this through. Velez’s plan was clever but it had a flaw, and Nadia fully intended to exploit this flaw. With this thought, she began to lick.

     Nadia was determined to do anything she could so that neither she, nor Ana, would become what De La Peña called "false positives". She pretended great activity – bobbing her head, slurping, spitting, and in general making a big wet mess. But she was careful to avoid any spots that had the least chance to excite, concentrating instead on large stretches that could provide no meaningful stimulation. It helped that Ana was tense, and Nadia did all she could to keep the girl on edge. The key was never to let her relax and enjoy this. As long as Ana hated the experience she’d be fine.

     And when the roles are switched; when it becomes Ana’s turn to give head? Nadia did not worry about that. Ana had no experience in giving oral satisfaction to a woman; she wouldn’t know what to do with a clit even if you shoved it into her mouth. No way could someone like that bring Nadia to orgasm. But if, by some miracle, Ana stumbled on a proper method to eat pussy, it wouldn’t be a problem either. Nadia was very good at controlling emotions; even if she liked Ana’s tongue she would show no outward signs of pleasure.

     The first half of the test went just as Nadia expected. Ana obediently kept her legs open; but she was as cold as fish. Her breathing was even; her eyes open. With each minute she grew increasingly bored and disgusted – and less scared. Nadia pretended to work ever harder, lest her deception be discovered. She knew she looked very stupid; but it’s better to look stupid then to dangle in the noose.

     After half an hour of this bumbling about, Nadia felt the Commandant’s hand on her shoulder. "That’s enough," he said, "You may get up."

     The moment Nadia staggered to her feet, Ana hurried and closed her legs, then for good measure put her hand over her crotch.

     "Good try, Serna," the Captain told Nadia, "But you weren’t doing it right. You obviously have no experience with cunnilingus. I admit, this reflects well on you; I am almost convinced that you’ve never had intimate contacts with other women. Nevertheless, I still need to give you both a proper test. Hmm…"

     De La Peña returned to his desk, picked up a phone, and dialed a short extension. Nadia and Ana listened to his one-sided conversation.

     "I need you to come here…Yes, same as before…No, it’s not an order. You know I cannot order you to do this… Yes, a favor…Very good…Yes, my office… How much time do you need to dress?...That long?...All right, see you then." He replaced the receiver, then picked up a paper from the desk and started to read.

     For the next twenty-five minutes Ana and Nadia sat on a couch, waiting for they did not know what. De La Peña paid them no attention; he worked as though he was alone in the office. Ana fidgeted kept throwing longing glances at her discarded clothes; but she knew better than to try and retrieve them.

     At last, the phone on De La Peña’s desk emitted a buzz. The man put his papers aside and pressed a button. The door opened.

     Nadia felt her jaw drop. Next to her Ana gasped in disbelief. The newcomer was Sergeant Tatiana Velez – but as they’d never seen her before.

     The good Sergeant wore her customary black army boots; however, these were the only piece of regulation uniform she put on tonight. Above the ankles, she was dressed very differently. She wore neither pants, nor skirt; instead, her legs were covered by black fishnet stockings, which reached just below the knees. Her openly displayed panties were made of shiny black silk; they fit snugly around her hips and were tight enough down below to outline a definite cameltoe. Just above the panties was a black garter belt, which supported the stockings as well as emphasized the curviness of this part of the body. Her arms, shoulders, and most of the back were bare, the open skin gleaming in the light of the chandeliers. By contrast, her midsection was enclosed in a black, light-absorbing leather bustier. This piece was certainly designed to attract attention; it was laced tightly at the waist but flared widely upward, inviting the eyes to follow. This was its main function: to draw the eyes up, to attract attention to what rested above the low-cut lines of leather, for this was an open bustier, the kind of that supported, gave shape – but concealed nothing. The woman’s breasts were exposed in all their glory.

      Tatiana did not look like herself, and not just because Nadia wasn’t used to seeing her half-naked. The Sergeant’s face was painted; lips glossed; eyes highlighted. Cheeks, neck, and even nipples were powdered and rouged. She put on jewelry: rings, earrings, and a chain with a pendant – a large gold crucifix, which now rested between her boobs. To top everything off, Tatiana wore a wig; a voluminous, platinum-blond bob that covered her ears and made her head look like a large, soft silver ball.

     Nadia and Ana gaped at their Warden as if they were thunderstruck. Tatiana Velez looked both extremely sexy and at the same time, just as preposterous. It was as though she was a completely different person from her normal, day-to-day self.

  The eyes, however, were the same.

     "What are you staring at?" Tatiana snapped at the girls. There was a growling warning in her voice, but Nadia couldn’t make herself look away. The truth was, Tatiana looked good in this outfit. Her figure was a bit too muscular but undeniably female. This was very obvious, now that she no longer wore her usual shapeless clothes. Black silk and leather flattered her wide hips, and narrow waist, and powerful legs. The bustier’s supporting cups raised her naturally meaty mammaries, laying them out as though on a shelf and making them appear positively impressive. Even the ridiculous wig was not as silly as it seemed at first: it complemented Tatiana’s appearance, making her look like femme fatale from the old-time cinema.

     "Ah, Sergeant," said De La Peña. "Thank you for coming." He did not appear the least bit surprised; only slightly exasperated. Apparently he had seen this side of Tatiana before and did not like it much.

     Tatiana regarded the Captain. Something unspoken passed between them. Aloud she said, "No need to thank me. I don’t mind this kind of work." She gave Nadia and Ana businesslike looks, as if appraising cattle. "So. Which of them comes first? The one who is wearing a sack or the bare-assed one?"

     The Captain lifted an eyebrow but all he said was, "Salvador is first."

     "This one? Meh." Velez shook her head in disgust. "No tits; no ass. Just bones."

     "I remind you that it was your idea, Sergeant."

     "All right, all right. I am getting on with it. Hey, girly!" This was directed at Ana. "Don’t just sit around. Lie down on your stomach."

 

    Ana instantly obeyed. Once down, she twisted her head around to see what Tatiana would do next.

     The big woman jumped onto the couch and lowered herself next to Ana. Tatiana run her fingers up and down the younger girl’s back, her fingers surprisingly soft and gentle. She spent a minute massaging the shoulders, then transferred her attention to the feet. Tatiana did that several times – kneading Ana’s leg muscles, then switching to back rubs. Tense at first, Ana got more and more relaxed.

     "On your back now!" Without waiting for reaction, Tatiana rolled Ana’s body. Ana lay utterly tranquil. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed in and out slowly; her eyes were closed. She didn’t even try to hide her nakedness, that’s how relaxed he’d become. Tatiana spread Ana’s legs; the girl did not seem to notice. Nadia was starting to worry about her.

     Tatiana spent a minute just looking at Ana’s body. "A real virgin," she said softly as she was reviewing the girl’s private parts. "Virgins taste nice." She kissed Ana’s bellybutton; then, keeping her head low, started to work her way down.

     When Tatiana’s mouth reached Ana’s pussy, Nadia realized that she was looking at a real pro. Tatiana’s technique – the way she used her tongue, lips, and sometimes even teeth – was flawless. Any woman would be putty in her hands, let alone someone as young and inexperienced as Ana Salvador. Ana tried to resist, to hide what she was feeling; but she was losing that battle. There was no doubt: Tatiana had the girl wrapped around her finger. Soon Ana’s cheeks grew rosy; nipples hardened. Every once in a while, soft sighs escaped from her lips. Missing no cues, Tatiana labored between Ana’s legs with increased intensity and precision. The woman’s silver wig hovered like a white hurricane over her helpless subject; her tongue darted out like a pink lightning, striking the right target every time, making Ana shudder as if from electric shock.

     All this time Commandant De La Peña stood next to the couch, watching Ana being devoured. His eyes were narrow. He waited.

     All of a sudden, Ana emitted a loud cry and arched her back. Her body spasmed rhythmically, as she shook in the paroxysm of pleasure. With each spasm, a jet of clear, sharp-smelling liquid spurted out of her vagina. Tatiana lifted her face, very wet now, and gave her boss a predatory grin.

    "Yes," said De La Peña, "Undoubtedly homosexual; and quite an extreme specimen, too. I wonder how she evaded detection before now. We must dispatch her at once."

 

  Nadia pressed the palm of her hand against her mouth. What happened here was too horrible to contemplate. Ana had failed the test – Tatiana made her fail the test – and now the poor girl was going to the gallows. Ana herself had not realized it yet: she shook even now, still in the throes of the first and the last orgasm in her life.

     "Do we drop her in your office?" asked Tatiana.

     "Lesbians as intense as this one must be exterminated on the spot," replied De La Peña. "So, yes, here."

     Nadia looked around the room. She could see nothing that could serve as gallows. There wasn’t even a place to tie a rope – aside from the chandeliers, which were too high and anyway seemed too flimsy for the purpose.

     "Can we hang her without a hood?" asked Tatiana. She sounded like a little girl who begs her daddy to buy her a toy. "Can we do it please, just this once? You know how I love to see their faces."

     De La Peña shook his head. "This is judicial execution, not a show. We do not hang people for entertainment. The regulations require us to use a hood and so we shall."

     Tatiana made a disappointed face.

     By this time Ana’s orgasm was over. As she sobered, the girl began to weep with the awful realization. Nadia could not even imagine what it was like for Ana; what this sharp transition from the very height of pleasure to the bottom of despair could do to a person. Nadia felt a momentary urge to comfort her but thought better of it; she could not risk being nice to a confirmed Lesbian. Anyway, Ana was as good as dead; nothing could be done for her now.

     "Medium height, light weight, thin neck," murmured Tatiana as she studied the sobbing girl. "A couple of feet or less should be enough." She got off the couch and walked across the room to the wardrobe. She stopped suddenly. "Forgot the key! Fuck!" She pulled the handle and when it did not give way, slapped the dark polished surface of the door. "Fuck!"

     Even Tatiana’s tall form looked petite next to the wardrobe. The thing was big – truly massive. Almost as wide as De La Peña’s desk and so tall that no man could touch the top even if he jumped, the wardrobe was made of dark reddish wood and had two large doors decorated with inlays. Its legs were carved in the shapes of animal paws. This was an expensive piece of furniture, a rare antique that looked like it belonged in a woman’s boudoir and not in the prison office. Nadia had never seen it before but she knew of it – everyone did. The thing was installed some time ago by the second Commandant before last, who was a woman. She was in her late twenties, loved to dress, and needed a place to store her clothes. So, she got herself the biggest wardrobe she could find. No one knew where she had gotten it from; but it was safe to say she did not buy it. She filled it to the brim with clothes that were confiscated from the prisoners; but she did not get a chance to enjoy her acquisitions for long – only two months after she got the wardrobe, she was deposed and executed by the De La Peña’s predecessor. The wardrobe remained, empty, unused – until now.

     "I’ve got the second key," the Captain told Tatiana. He threw the key to her; she caught it as dogs catch doggy treat. She unlocked and opened one of the wardrobe’s doors, revealing dark, empty interior. Thick clothes rod attached rather high to the side walls glinted metallically in the gloom. There were no clothes and no hangers, only a coil of thin rope wrapped around the rod.

     Pulling on the one end of the coil, Tatiana unrolled a short length of rope – just a foot or two, not nearly enough for a proper noose. She cut it off with a knife she picked up from the bottom of the wardrobe; then she turned and with an evil grin that sent shivers down Nadia’s spine showed the rope to Ana.

     Satisfied that her demonstration had the desired effect, Tatiana turned back to business. She pulled out the key once again, unlocking the second door. With a great ceremony, she opened it.

     Nadia stiffened when she finally saw what was hidden behind the other door. Ana whimpered in dismay.

     This half of the wardrobe was not empty at all. It was occupied by two naked female bodies, which hung side by side from the clothes rod. Their heads were covered with black plastic bags, but Nadia had no trouble recognizing who they were.

     So now she knew what happened to Evita Sanchez and Esmeralda Carrera.

     Evita was the taller of the two and her toes nearly scraped the bottom of the drawer, while the short Esmeralda dangled a full ten inches above. Evita’s arms and legs were tied, whereas Esmeralda was completely free of any restraints. There must have been a reason behind this difference in treatment, but Nadia did not want to know it. The hanging girls faced the opposite directions – Evita the front and Esmeralda the back. Because Esmeralda was turned away, her neck was clearly visible; and so Nadia could see how the girls were hanged. The nooses were simple loops of rope that went around the clothes rod and the girls’ throats. These loops evidently did not have a self-tightening knot and were in fact quite loose: Nadia could plainly see an inch of daylight between the rod and the back of Esmeralda’s neck. Of course, the looseness of the nooses did nothing to diminish their deadly effect; the girls might have suffered longer but in the end they suffocated just the same.

     Being hanged from a horizontal rod was different than hanging in a regular noose. The girls’ heads were not slumped onto their breasts or twisted to the side, as would have been the case had they undergone a conventional hanging. Instead, wedged between the rope and the rod, the heads were held nearly upright. The girls appeared to stand at attention, except that their feet did not reach the ground. In case of Evita, whose noose was hidden and whose feet were just a tiny distance above the wardrobe floor, the illusion of standing straight was practically complete. Or rather, the illusion would’ve been complete if one did not look at the hanged girl’s face.

     Naturally, Evita’s face was hidden by the hood; however, the plastic was stretched tightly, making it easy to recognize the facial features behind it. There were two dips for the eyes, two bumps for cheekbones, and a larger bump that indicated the nose. That was normal; but below the nose, where the mouth should’ve been, was an enormous bulge, as big as a moderately-sized potato and just as shapeless. It took Nadia a moment to realize what that bulge was – this, of course, was the strangled girl’s swollen, protruding tongue.

 

   Nadia heard a sound of laughter coming from somewhere close to her. It was Tatiana who laughed. She stood next to Ana, massaging the girl’s neck; her powerful fingers squeezing gently and then letting go. The big woman leaned over, put her mouth against Ana’s ear, and spoke in a loud stage whisper. "Say hello to your friends. Don’t they look gorgeous? What a surprise, they both turned out to be Lesbians! That’s right; you are not the first to fail the test today." Tatiana caught Nadia’s eyes and grinned toothily. Talking to Ana but looking at Nadia, she added, "And you won’t be the last!" Smiling, she made a sweeping gesture toward the empty half of the wardrobe. The message was clear: there is plenty of room inside for two more hanging bodies.

     Tatiana stroked Ana’s cheek, then let go of her, and sauntered to the wardrobe. She stopped in front of the open doors and considered the hanged corpses.

     "I enjoyed dropping these bitches." she said as though to herself, "And I am sure they’d enjoyed it too. I gave them glorious orgasms – the best of their lives. They came so hard as they dangled! Had they been able to open their mouth, they would’ve begged for more. Ah, the memory of the lifetimes!" Tatiana chuckled. "Especially their lifetimes."

     Almost affectionately, Tatiana touched Esmeralda Carrera’s hip, making the body sway gently. "This bitch enjoyed my tongue so much, she kept squirting from the cunt even after she was hung!" Tatiana steadied the body, then inserted a hand between the dead girl’s thighs. "It’s still wet. Scrumptious!" She removed the hand and licked the fingers.

     "Velez," said the Captain in a warning tone, "You are getting carried away."

     "Ah come on, Boss! Allow me my fun."

     "Fifteen minutes," he replied sternly, "And you better get started now."

     "Yes, sir!" In three quick strides Tatiana was next to the couch. She produced a black bag and put it over Ana’s head. Ignoring the girl’s whines and whimpers, Tatiana lifted Ana by an elbow and pulled her toward the wardrobe. Blinded by the hood, Ana stumbled after Tatiana. The girl was pushed inside the wardrobe and made to stand on a low stool next to one of the hanging corpses. Tatiana picked up the measured piece of rope and loosely tied Ana’s thin neck to the clothes rod.

     "You are ready to drop, dear," Tatiana informed the trembling girl. "But not just yet. I am not done with you."

     Tatiana placed her lips around Ana’s tiny breast and started to suck on a nipple. She had to stoop a little – even with Ana standing on a stool, the Sergeant was a good deal taller. Tatiana’s touch produced no reaction, as Ana was too scared to feel anything. Unperturbed, Tatiana sat down on her haunches and began to lick the visible parts of Ana’s crack. Again, the girl did not seem to notice. After a minute of this, Tatiana reached down and gave the stool a slight tug. Feeling her support move under her, Ana made a small scared sound and wet herself. Immediately, Tatiana pushed her tongue into Ana’s pussy.

    

     This prank was repeated several times. Every so often Tatiana would make Ana yelp with fright by suddenly moving the stool a quarter of an inch one way or the other. As the terrified girl danced, working to keep her balance, Tatiana’s tongue would hungrily probe the insides of her vagina. "Ah, the taste of fear," Tatiana said once, as she licked her lips after an especially deep penetration. "The best taste there is!"

     After a while, De La Peña drummed his fingers on the table. "Sergeant, we haven’t got all night. If prisoner Salvador is not hanged within one minute, I will become very unhappy."

     "All right, all right, I am on it. I will have my fun in other ways." Tatiana stopped, then turned to the Captain as if just struck by a thought. "Say, Boss! After I drop this piece of trash, can we—"

     "No we cannot!" De La Peña interrupted sharply. "You are punished."

     Tatiana’s face fell. "Please Boss! I’ll be super-good! I’ll do anything you want!" she said in a whiny voice. She gestured toward her outfit. "I prepared so carefully."

      "No!" said De La Peña’s firmly. "Now be so kind and execute the prisoner."

      Tatiana turned back to Ana, scowling at her, as though the Captain’s mysterious refusal was the girl’s fault. "Time to dance, honey," she growled.

     Tatiana quickly tied Ana’s hands behind her back. Next, she bound the girl’s legs at the ankles and at the knees. She checked the knots, then matter-of-factly pulled away the stool.

     Ana dropped.

     She made a short gurgling sound as the rope caught her below the chin. The flexible metal rode, now forced to support the weight of a third body, bent noticeably downward and then recoiled. Ana’s body bounced up and down as if attached to a spring. The two dead girls bounced and swayed merrily in counterpoint with Ana, making dull thuds as they collided with the wardrobe’s walls. Because Ana’s noose wasn’t made to tighten, her windpipe remained partially open at first. So far, Ana was choking not strangling; one could still hear the hissing sounds of her ragged, irregular breath. She was still fully conscious, and, impelled by a terrible pain, she strained against her bonds. Every once in a while, when the rod bent especially far down, Ana’s toes would touch the bottom of the wardrobe; but after an instant of standing on a firm ground, the rod’s elastic force would pick her up and violently lift her by the neck high into the air. After one such hard bounce, a sudden bulge appeared on Ana’s covered face. Her tongue was finally forced from her mouth. The sounds of breathing ceased, and Ana started to thrash randomly, sweat running down her chest. Finally she shuddered and went limp.

  The three dead bodies continued to sway together for another minute until they gradually came to the rest.

     The creaks of the abused clothes rod and the thumps of flesh hitting the thick wooden planks had finally subsided. Silence fell, but for a while Nadia could hear only the thumping of her own heart. After that had subsided too, she heard unexpected sounds, which were there all along, but which could not be heard above all the din caused by a violent hanging. They were soft moans mixed with an occasional giggle, and they were coming from somewhere below. Nadia tore her eyes off Ana’s fresh corpse and looked down.

 

   Tatiana Velez sat on the floor before the couch, legs spread apart, eyes glued to the scene of hanging. She lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and sucked on a nipple. The hand that did not hold a breast was between her legs, deep inside the panties, moving rapidly up and down. As Nadia watched, Tatiana gave herself one last vigorous rub and moaned orgasmically, then relaxed. Nadia glanced toward the Captain; but De La Peña appeared to be so absorbed by his papers that he had not noticed any of this.

      Sergeant Velez staggered to her feet. Her panties were much wrinkled now, and front was dark with fragrant wetness that was still trickling down her legs. Walking a bit unsteadily, the woman approached the Commandant’s desk. She waited for a few seconds but De La Peña ignored her. Then, in one swift move, Tatiana jumped on top of the desk and dove toward the Captain. Standing on all fours before him, she pushed her breasts into his face. "I need a big hard cock inside me," she said in a husky voice, as her pussy juice dripped onto his precious papers. "Right now."

     "No," said the Captain from behind the fleshy fence. He sized Tatiana with a cold stare, making her shrink back a distance. "You are punished. Didn’t I tell you that? I will not touch you for another four weeks. You may dress as sexy as you like or jiggle your mammaries as much as you want to. It won’t change my decision."

     "Please Ma– I mean, Sir!"

Tatiana implored. "Just one fuck!"

     "I said no."

     "Please!" She sounded as though she was near tears. "You know how much I need it! Dropping a bitch makes me so hot. Please fuck me now! Do what you want with me; fuck me any way you like. Just name it. I’ll do anything!"

     De La Peña’s lips curled in an amused contempt. "That’s exactly the problem with you, Velez. You will do anything." Tatiana looked away.

      No one spoke for a minute. At last, De La Peña put down his papers and stood up. "Enough with this nonsense, Sergeant. You have a job to do."

     "Right," Tatiana said morosely, "Another bitch I’ve got to drop." She slithered off the desk and turned to Nadia. "Hey you, on the couch: get your ass up! Go to the wardrobe, step on the stool inside the empty space. Put on a hood and wait for me. I’ll be with you shortly."

     "Aren’t you forgetting something?" the Captain said sarcastically. "Remember: a test comes before an execution."

      "Wouldn’t it be easier just to hang her and be done with it? It’s late and I want to fuck."

     The Captain just glared.

     "All right, all right, no need to be this way," muttered Tatiana. "I will do the test. After all, what’s another pussy to eat?" She screwed her face in thought and added hopefully, "And maybe a good Lesbo show gets your cock so hard you’ll want to fuck me." She turned to Nadia and issued a new command. "Hey you, on the couch: don’t go anywhere. Lie down, take off your ugly suit, and wait for me..."

     This time, Tatiana did not bother with massage. In a somewhat apathetic manner, she kneaded Nadia’s breasts; then she abruptly threw open Nadia’s legs and buried her face between them. Tatiana kissed, licked, stroked, and prodded; but she did it half-heartedly. She was clearly distracted. Nevertheless, the woman was quite competent – her fingers and tongue felt awfully good, and Nadia had to struggle to keep bored expression on her face.

     All of a sudden, Tatiana stopped and turned to De La Peña, who stood watching nearby just as he did with Ana.

     "Aha!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "I saw that! Hey Boss, the front of your pant is bulging. Don’t try to hide it now! You are getting a hard on, aren’t you?"

     "Yes," agreed the Captain, to Nadia’s surprise. "I do have an erection." His voice was as calm as ever.

     "So I was right about the Lesbo show! Come on boss! If you want to fuck, then why don’t you fuck me? Just plug your cock into me – pick any hole you like."

     Pressing an apparent advantage, she moved an arm toward De La Peña’s pants. His icy stare stopped her in her tracks. Still, she made another attempt. "Yes, I know," she said somewhat peevishly. "I am being punished. I get it! But—" she continued hotly "—there are so many other ways to punish me. Tie me to a post and whip me! Make me choke on you cock and listen to me gurgling! Force me to lick your toes! Burn cigarettes against my skin! Clamp my nipples and stick pins into my butt! Ream my asshole until I howl with pain! There are so many possibilities – a punishment to fit any crime."

     The Captain made a face, then sighed. "It’s like this, Velez. Were you a normal girl, someone who hates torture, I would consider punishing you like that. That’s what I did to you in the past. But then I discovered that you are not normal. You are a bloody sadomaso, and you love being treated like in this way. I can slap you, choke you, burn you, beat you senseless – and you’d have an orgasm. Therefore, the only real punishment for you is not touching you at all."

     Visibly deflated, Tatiana grasped at the last straw. "But you want to fuck! You’ve got a woody: you said it yourself."

     The Captain gave a short laugh. "Why do you assume that I am aroused by you? In case you haven’t noticed, there is another woman here."

     Tatiana and Nadia both did a double-take. Tatiana stared at De La Peña as though he was about to sprout a pair of horns. The Captain just smiled.

     Tatiana stabbed a finger in Nadia’s direction and sputtered, "What, this piece of trash?"

     "Yes, this attractive woman," De La Peña answered nonchalantly, "As a matter of fact, I intend to have an intercourse with her at once." And he unzipped his pants.

     In a moment it became very apparent that the Captain really did sport an erection, and a magnificent one. Nadia could see why Tatiana wanted to fuck him so badly. It would be an honor for any woman to be penetrated by this thing. The man’s cock was much like the man himself: tall, straight, and hard as steel. You could hammer nails with it or make holes in a solid metal. Nadia saw this incredible cock pointing right at her and suddenly found it hard to breathe.

     "Get down to your hands and knees," ordered the Captain. "I want to see you ass."

     Nadia obeyed without thinking.

     She heard him coming up from behind, then felt his hands touch her buttocks. The tip of his cock brushed her inner thigh…Next instant she was airborne, as something hit her from a side with a force of a freight train. She flew off the couch, hit the floor, and tumbled several times. When she came to a rest she checked if she was all right. Luckily nothing was broken. She then turned and looked toward the couch to see what just happened.

     What happened was Tatiana. Running at full speed, this barrel of muscles crashed into Nadia with the force of freight train and literally hurled her down to the floor. With Nadia out of the way, Tatiana promptly dropped down on all four and established herself on the exact same spot formerly occupied by Nadia. She pulled down her panties and spread her butt cheeks, as though she was trying to tear them apart.

  

  "Fuck me!" she hollered at De La Peña. "Not her! Me!!!" Her cunt and asshole gaped right in the man’s face.

     Tatiana’s buttocks featured peculiar horizontal lines which were a bit lighter that the rest of her skin. It took Nadia a moment to realize what these were. Those livid stripes on Tatiana’s butt had to be scars left by multiple whippings. The Captain was right: Tatiana’s sexual tastes were truly depraved.

     "Fuck me!!!" Tatiana shrieked even louder.

     "Are you out of your mind?" barked De La Peña. "Get out!" He pried Tatiana’s hands off her ass, lifted her by the hips, and threw her to the floor. The Captain’s reaction and the shock of the fall quieted Tatiana. She mumbled something unintelligible and scampered away like a rat.

     "Serna, assume your previous position," ordered the Captain.

     Nadia surprised herself by how eagerly she complied. In no time at all she was on her knees, hands pulling apart the buttocks for the easier access.

     De La Peña wasted very little time with foreplay. He touched Nadia here and there as one touches a farm animal; then, almost at once, Nadia felt the head of his cock push against the entrance into her pussy. There was a moment when Nadia expected, for the first time in all these years, to be fucked in the proper hole. Just thinking about the possibility of a real cock – this cock! – up her pussy made her the wettest she had ever been. But De La Peña was not the kind of Commander who allowed himself perquisites prohibited to his subordinates; he did not intend to go in this way. The cock’s real target was an inch higher.

     Nadia inhaled sharply as the Prison Commandant’s cock penetrated her ass. She expected him to stop once his head was past her sphincter; but he pushed on. He kept driving it in steadily, going further and further, filling Nadia with even more his flesh. Every time she thought that now he was all the way in, she was painfully surprised – again – by the length of his member. No one had ever reached this deep into her; never before was she so thoroughly impaled. After he’d stopped pushing at last, he kept himself inside for a long time. Nadia squirmed, wrapped as she was around him, his cockhead deep within her bowels. He finally withdrew, only to return at once, going even deeper this time. He pumped Nadia ferociously. His cock moved back and forth like a burning steel piston inside Nadia’s gut, his heavy balls slapping her pussy with each forward thrust. Nadia never thought that a having such a big cock up her ass could be so much pleasure. Even the agonizing pain was enjoyable! Her breath caught; sweat poured down her face; and now she thought she could see steam coming out of her nose. The world around her disappeared; her whole body became an extension of the red-hot rod inside her. She felt her innards melting. Clusters of white stars exploded before her eyes; just at that moment the man lifted her legs in the air and pressed her ass to himself, squashing her buttocks against his hips. His cock seemed to grow twice as thick, and the pain in Nadia’s ass became unbearable. She cried out but he only pushed harder. He grunted into her ear, gave one last mighty thrust – and began spasming.

     Nadia shuddered with each contraction. The man’s ejaculation was so strong that Nadia would not have been surprised if his sperm flew right though her and sprayed out of her mouth. Even after he stopped ejaculating he stayed inside for a minute or more. His cock was buried in her all the way; he was hurting her but she was beyond caring. Abruptly he withdrew. The pain subsided but Nadia felt empty, as though part of her was suddenly removed. She wanted to be full again! She missed this wonderful cock already and she wanted it back where it belonged – inside her body. Nadia closed her eyes and tried to relive the last minutes.

     "Not bad, Serna." said the Captain "You proved yourself useful."

     Warm glow filled Nadia’s breast: his praise felt so good. She fervently wished she could prove useful to him once again. She’d do anything to feel him enter her one more time, to wrap herself around his hardness, to let him dig into her and split her apart without mercy. She burned with desire, and even Katia was forgotten for the moment as Nadia sunk into the depths of anticipation….

     "Sir, may I resume the test?" asked Tatiana.

     The Warden’s harsh voice shocked Nadia back to reality. She had completely forgotten about Tatiana’s presence. Nadia opened her eyes and looked: the woman stood right before to her, staring unblinkingly. Their eyes met, and Nadia flinched. Tatiana’s face radiated hatred like a kitchen stove radiates heat.

     "Ah yes, the test," said the Captain. "I forgot about it. I hope you pass, Serna. It would be a shame to hang someone as useful as you."

     Tatiana smiled thinly. She obviously had other ideas about Nadia’s passing.

     Without bothering to get dressed, De La Peña returned to his desk and sat down. He put one leg on top of the other and leaned back in his chair. "You may resume, Sergeant."

     Instantly Tatiana’s strong hands pushed Nadia on her back. A moment later, Tatiana’s face was between Nadia’s legs. Nadia felt, rather than saw, the other woman’s evil grin. There could be no doubt: Tatiana would do anything in her power to send this interloper to the gallows. This was war, and Nadia had better defend herself.

     In the beginning it wasn’t so bad. First thing Tatiana did was to lap her boss’s sperm out of Nadia’s ass. She pushed her tongue into Nadia’s asshole then proceeded to squeeze out every drop she could, swallowing it hungrily. Tatiana’s soft and supple tongue felt good in Nadia’s asshole; but the feeling was nowhere close to a real arousal. It was too early to feel safe though. Tatiana wasn’t trying to excite yet; she was simply retrieving what she thought belonged to her. The real battle would come later.

     After Nadia’s ass had finally ran dry, Tatiana’s tongue and lips found their way to Nadia’s pussy. Nadia tensed: this was it. The war was about to begin. As with any war, this one started with reconnaissance. Tatiana licked here and sucked there, as her fingers explored incessantly. Gradually she got more insistent. She was gentle one moment, forceful and wild the next; clit, lips, inner thighs, asshole: nothing was out of her reach. The woman was good – very good. Bringing Ana to her fatal orgasm was just a warm-up exercise for her. In this case, not only did Tatiana know what she was doing, she was incredibly motivated as well. Nothing could please her more than seeing Nadia dangle in the noose, and she put every possible effort into achieving this goal.

     For her part, Nadia did her utmost to resist. She knew that one wrong move on her part meant instant one-way trip to the wardrobe. She told herself to relax, to think of something else. To ignore the warm tongue in her pussy, the supple fingers stimulating her ass, or whatever Tatiana thought of doing now. Unfortunately, ignoring this was getting harder with each minute. Never before did Nadia get such a thorough treatment. All her buttons were pushed one after another; including those buttons that Nadia never even knew existed. Nadia had to stop it, to lock Tatiana’s manipulations out of her mind; but she found it next to impossible. In truth, she was beginning to enjoy this. Nadia realized that she was losing ground. Her pussy began to drip, as her sexual reflexes asserted themselves under the continuous stimulation. This was not dangerous yet. Nadia’s snatch was already wet with Tatiana’s spit, and the Captain – who was the real judge – was unlikely to notice any extra fluid. But Tatiana knew what was going on; she could taste the change. Encouraged, she grinned and redoubled her efforts.

     Things were not going well. Nadia knew that she had to find some way to steel her resolve, and soon. To remind herself of the price of failure, she turned her head the wardrobe and forced herself to look at its horrible contents. To her surprise, the stratagem worked beautifully. Seeing the corpses of three young women hung inside the wardrobe like so many pieces of old, discarded clothes scared Nadia enough to distract her from the ongoing sexual ordeal. Holding on to this feeling, she concentrated on the empty space in the wardrobe’s corner. She imagined a fourth corpse dangling in this place – her own corpse. The thought was so awful that Nadia felt hair standing up on her head. Her arousal instantly ebbed. For the first time she felt tentative relief.

     Tatiana sensed this change in mood and it vexed her. Nadia was happy to see that. All she had to do was to think about the horrors of hanging and nothing could touch her. A little more of this and she would be free! But Nadia’s relief did not last long.

  Just then, Tatiana managed to accomplish something that even Katia had failed to do – after many trials, the persistent woman had finally located Nadia’s G-spot.

     It was as though Nadia was hit by a lightning – a warm, wet lightning that focused on her vagina, causing it to swell and then seize up with tiny quivers. Nadia’s insides melted like hot butter, as her brain went into blissful overdrive. She wasn’t yet so far-gone as to give any outward sign of her pleasure; but Tatiana recognized what had happened and instantly went to work, combining G-spot stimulation with clit sucking, anal play, and other techniques from her huge bag of tricks. Nadia’s defenses were crumbling one by one. Desperately trying once again to shock herself out of the stupor, Nadia concentrated her attention on the dead bodies. She meditated on every sordid detail: the protruding tongues; the elongated necks; the curled toes; the small puddle of yellow liquid underneath Ana’s feet. But try as she might, Nadia could not make herself afraid. The spectacle of hanging bodies no longer seemed quite so horrible. On the contrary, the girls appeared peaceful and content, as though they were asleep after great sex. Then it struck her: this was exactly right! They did have great sex or something very much like it. That’s what being hanged must be like!

     A part of Nadia’s brain screamed that she was losing her senses, but Nadia ignored it. The more she studied the hanged girls, the more similarities she saw between hanging and regular sex. There were obvious parallels at every stage. A woman who stands on a chair with the noose around her neck must feel like she is lying naked in bed awaiting defloration. When the chair is taken away, she drops and finds herself hanged – a moment of pain followed by frantic activity, much like being penetrated for the first time. The subsequent air dance is just like riding a lover’s cock. And what does the hanged woman feel as she slowly strangles in the noose? Orgasm, decided Nadia. It has to be orgasm because of all the squirting.

     By now, Nadia saw enough women hanged in the nude to know every detail of the process – including what is generally hidden by clothes. And every executed woman squirted liquid out of her pussy. Nadia used to think this was urine; but this wasn’t like any peeing she had ever seen. Rather it looked exactly like, yes, cumming! It was cunt juice all along;

  Every girl, no matter how virginal or frigid in life, came like a whore as she swung in the noose. Nadia was sure of that. What they really sprayed out of their pussies was cunt juice, liberal amounts of it; the same sweet juice that Nadia loved to drink from between Katia’s lovely legs. Suddenly Nadia had a vision of Katia, naked, hanged, and squirting; and herself, kneeling below with her lips on her friend’s cunt, drinking every drop. Then the vision switched; now it was Nadia who hung, spurting her orgasm right into Katia’s waiting mouth. Nadia should’ve been terrified by such visions but she wasn’t. She felt strangely elated and a little bit wistful.

     It must’ve been the notion of Katia’s tongue in her pussy that carried Nadia beyond the point of no return. Tatiana’s skilled hands continued to work on her sex, but Nadia almost did not feel it. Now it was her own mind that did Tatiana’s work for her. Nadia was inexorably drawn toward the final release, and she welcomed it. She felt herself rise high in the air and start to float as if she no longer had any weight. Float? No. Hang! She was hanging in the noose, swinging gently to and fro; pleasant warm air touched her all over her naked body; soft rope caressed her stretching neck. She was peaceful and content. This is what being hanged must have felt like – like making love to the whole Universe!

     Climax was approaching fast; it was nearly here. In only a short time Nadia would not be able to hide her pleasure any longer. She did not care. She wanted to be hanged; she fantasized about hanging. She wanted to dangle in the air, to feel nothing under her feet, to have her neck squeezed firmly until she could not breathe. She wanted to twist, to kick, to have her tongue protrude from her mouth. She wanted to spurt freely from the cunt like a good hanged whore. She was so close to the fulfillment of her wishes! Only one step, one tiny step into nothingness, and she would join the others who had already experienced what Nadia desired most of all. Untold wonders awaited her on the gallows; she only had to make one small step.

     Nadia’s stomach muscles stiffened; her pussy pulsed almost painfully. She teetered right at the edge of a most powerful orgasm. Another moment and she will be writhing on the bed, her body shaking uncontrollably, her juices flying across the room. But first Nadia had to let out a scream…and she was out of breath. She needed air – just a bit more air before a noose cuts it off forever. She inhaled deeply, paused on the cusp of a mighty cry, and then…

     "That’s enough!" boomed a voice from above, like a thunderbolt from the sky. Nadia’s train of thoughts was instantly derailed and she was rudely deposited back into the real world.

     "I said enough!" repeated De La Peña.

     Nadia clenched her teeth and exhaled very, very slowly. Her former intoxication was gone without a trace; she was no longer even sexually excited. Her head was still a bit foggy but at least she had her common sense back. Nadia shuddered at the thought of how close she came to her undoing.

     Tatiana lifted her face above Nadia’s crotch. "Just one more minute!" she protested, "I almost had her!"

     "You obviously did not," the Captain said impatiently. "You’ve been at it for over an hour with no visible result. Face it: you failed. The girl is clearly no Lesbian. "

      "But she almost—"

      "The discussion is over. You had you chance, Sergeant; now stand aside."

      Reluctantly, Tatiana rose to her feet. She shot Nadia a malevolent look and turned to face her boss.

     "Andres." This was the first time Nadia heard her call the Captain by the first name. "We can’t just let her walk. She has seen too much. She knows things about you and me – about us!"

     "Hmm." He pondered. "I can’t go executing people simply because I feel like it. But there is something in what you say. Even though she could be valuable, perhaps we should dispose of her."

     Nadia closed her eyes in disappointment. How could she think that she was out of the woods?

     "Yes Sir! I’ll hang her right now!" Tatiana said eagerly.

     "No, not now. I haven’t decided yet. And need you to perform a service first."

     De La Peña got up from his chair. He was naked from the waist down. Tatiana’s face flushed in hopeful anticipation, as the Captain ambled unhurriedly toward her.

     "Although sex between women is contrary to our cause," he said as he walked, "A good girl-on-girl cunnilingus can look very exciting. Makes a fellow want to join the fun." He came up to Tatiana and cupped one of her breasts with his large hand. "This is why I stopped you."

       De La Peña squeezed the breast, making Tatiana squeal with delight. "You did a great job of licking pussy," he said into her ear in a whisper that carried easily across the room. "For that you deserve a reward. I will consider reducing your punishment or canceling it altogether if you make me cum the second time." He cupped the woman’s other breast and began massaging it roughly.

     Instantly Tatiana fell to her knees. She swallowed the Captain’s soft member as a starving man swallows food. She kept it completely inside her mouth as her hands stroked and squeezed his balls. The cock swelled in her mouth until she could not contain it anymore. She sucked noisily on his growing, hardening erection. When the cock was back to its working size, Tatiana swallowed it again. The impressively long shaft disappeared inside Tatiana’s maw; she took it in all the way to the balls without displaying even a hint of the gagging reflex. Only when her face grew tomato-red did she finally let go. Without giving Tatiana any respite, De La Peña grasped her by the ears and started the deepest face drilling Nadia had ever seen. The cock went in and out of Tatiana’s mouth, as the balls hit her chin with soft rhythmic slaps. The tip of his cock must have reached half way to her stomach. Any other woman would’ve gagged and vomited long ago; but Tatiana showed no apparent signs of discomfort, aside from an occasional tear running down her cheek. On the other hand, any other man subjected to such treatment would’ve squirted by now. However, De La Peña appeared to be nowhere near ejaculating. In fact, he looked increasingly bored. Tatiana noticed that and amplified the suction. When this failed to get him off, she increased the speed. He did not cum, so she increased the speed again, and then again. Soon her head was a blur. Nadia could almost hear Tatiana’s brain sloshing inside her skull; any faster and the woman’s neck would simply snap. Unfortunately for Tatiana, this still did nothing for the Captain; and now he was losing his erection. At last he decided to put Tatiana out of her misery and withdrew.

     "Yeah, yeah, it’s your famous turbo-deepthroat again," he said dully "Same old, same old." His cock was shrinking rapidly.

     Tatiana was devastated. "I see." she said sourly. "I am not good enough for you anymore. Why don’t you try your new girlfriend then?" she added nastily.

     The Captain looked up sharply. "Serna? It’s a thought." He beckoned to Nadia. "Come here. Are you any good? Show it. If you manage to bring me over the edge, I’ll let you go. But if not, I’ll hand you over to the good Sergeant. What she does with you is her business."

     Tatiana, who until this point was as gloomy as a storm cloud, suddenly brightened. "This is gonna be good! No way this piece of trash is better than me, so…" She glared at Nadia and then nodded meaningfully toward the wardrobe. "I have three corpses in there and an empty spot. I need a fourth corpse to complete the set. Understand?"

     Tatiana pulled Nadia off the couch and pushed her down on her knees in front of the Captain. "Suck the cock, bitch!" she commanded. Nadia dutifully did.

     The cock tasted of Tatiana’s saliva and, faintly, of Nadia’s own ass. But this was the least of her concerns. More importantly, the blasted thing was as flaccid as a soggy newspaper. What was she going to do? How would she succeed where a pro like Tatiana failed? Nadia tried to suppress panic. She still had a few minutes to think while her tongue polished the Captain’s cockhead.

     By looking into his eyes as she sucked his cock, Nadia managed to bring back the erection. That cheered her up. Still, she had a very long way to go and no idea how to get there. After ten minutes of sucking – and an unsuccessful attempt at a Tatiana-like deep throat – she was no closer to a solution. The Captain started to grow impatient – Nadia had better do something soon.

     Then it occurred to her. There might be another way of making the Captain spill his juice; something that Tatiana either did not know about, or was afraid to try. Nadia learned of this method from Estela Garrido – the extremely knowledgeable prostitute knew everything about what made the male body tick. Estela sometimes used this method on certain guards to get them off quickly; but she was the only one who did so. The other girls were too disgusted to even think about it.

     Estela said that this technique did not work on everyone, and that many men, perhaps most of them, reacted violently to it. If De La Peña was one of such men, Nadia was as good as dead. But what choice did she have? She decided to do it, and what happens, happens. Holding the cock firmly with her lips and tongue, Nadia inserted a finger into her pussy, still wet after the treatment given it by Tatiana. She twisted the finger two or three times, making sure it was thoroughly lubricated. She took a deep breath and spent several long moments gathering her courage. After she could delay no longer, Nadia finally went ahead. With one hand, she parted the man’s buttocks; then she placed the slippery finger against his asshole and pushed her way in.

     The Captain winced. His sphincter instantly stiffened around Nadia’s finger. His hands, which rested on her shoulders, stiffened as well, and Nadia thought that he was about to hit her or hurl her away. She was certain that her impertinence made him so angry that he would throttle her on the spot without even going through the formalities of a proper hanging. In her mind she could already feel his fingers tighten on her neck and squeeze the life out of her. She said her last goodbyes and shut her eyes in preparation for the final moments when she suddenly realized that nothing was happening. Her finger was in his ass, and yet he did not seem to be doing anything about it. This was a good sign. Cautiously encouraged, Nadia pushed her way deeper.

     When the finger was almost all the way in, its tip touched a round swelling. This was what Nadia was looking for –what Estela Garrido called the male G-Spot. Trying not to press too hard, Nadia began to massage the thing with gentle circular movements; and almost immediately the cock in Nadia’s mouth turned hard as steel.

  

  Nadia’s blowjob skills were not as good as Tatiana’s; she simply held as much of the shaft as she could fit in her mouth and sucked on it like on an oversized lollipop. But Nadia possessed one advantage over the oversexed Sergeant: she was able to stimulate the cock from the both ends. The technique proved to be more successful than Nadia thought possible. She was clearly driving the man wild. His breathing quickened; he clutched a fistful of Nadia’s hair and jerked her face closer to himself. Nadia gagged and sputtered happily. She felt him squeeze the invading finger as if trying to eject it, but Nadia knew that this was only a reflex, and so she held on. Very close now; she could already taste pre-cum. To hurry Captain De La Peña along Nadia cupped his balls and fingered his ass a fraction harder. Thirty seconds later she was rewarded with several mighty spasms, as her mouth filled with a surprisingly large amount of sperm. She winced with pain – his contracting sphincter muscles nearly severed her finger – but waited until the last tremors had subsided. Then she opened her mouth and triumphantly demonstrated its contents.

     No one moved or said anything for a long time. Tatiana was dumbstruck, and even De La Peña regarded Nadia with a measure of amazement. Nadia froze as well, but then remembered that her finger was still in his ass and swiftly, almost guiltily, pulled it out. It was only after they were disengaged that De La Peña broke the silence.

     "Very good, Serna," he said, "Very good indeed. What you did just now was exceptionally creative." His cock was bright red, and there was a small drop of white cum on the tip of it. "You are the first woman ever to succeed where Sergeant Velez failed, and I think this is no accident. Did you have a lot of sexual experience before you were arrested?"

     Nadia’s mouth was still full, so instead of speaking she shook her head from side to side.

     "Ah, a talented novice," said De La Peña with an expression of deep satisfaction. "That’s excellent! Now I want you—"

     He never had a chance to finish. Tatiana Velez suddenly leaped to her feet, pushed the Captain out of her way, and threw herself on top of Nadia. They both tumbled to the floor. Tatiana did a clever judo trick, and Nadia found herself lying on her back with Tatiana’s weight pinning her down. She felt Tatiana pry her jaws open. Nadia’s mouth was still full of cum, which she hadn’t had time to swallow yet. "It’s mine!" Tatiana howled. "Give me that!!!" She plunged her tongue into Nadia’s open mouth and began to slurp out the sticky liquid, swallowing feverishly then returning for more. From the outside, it looked as though Tatiana was giving Nadia an unusually vigorous French kiss; but to Nadia this felt like a brutal rape. She knew that this would not end with mere cum drinking. Something clearly snapped inside Tatiana’s mind, and Nadia was paralyzed with fear.

     Abruptly Tatiana stopped. She lay still on top of Nadia, her breasts pressing against Nadia’s own. Nadia could feel her ragged breathing. Tatiana’s face, just inches above Nadia’s, was contorted with rage; her bloodshot eyes were utterly mad.

     "Bitch!" Tatiana growled in a low voice. "No one steals my man! I’ll make you pay for this." She clutched Nadia’s neck and pressed her thumbs into the soft flesh of the throat. This happened so suddenly that Nadia had no time to react or even draw a breath. She felt pressure, then pain and the peculiar panic of suffocation. By now Tatiana clenched all of her fingers around Nadia’s neck, squeezing with all her strength. Nadia’s vision swam and she heard a loud noise in her ears. She bucked, making a desperate attempt to get away; but it was futile. The iron ring of fingers clutched her throat even tighter. Tatiana choked Nadia methodically, inexorably; nothing could make her stop until her victim was dead.

     Nadia’s mouth gaped in a silent scream. She writhed underneath Tatiana’s body, weakly and ineffectively. Her lungs felt as if were exploding in slow motion; and the noise was now deafening. Maintaining a deadly grip on Nadia’s neck, Tatiana resumed her deep French kisses. Nadia no longer felt them or cared. The pain of choking faded away as Nadia’s body went numb. Her vision darkened. A thought occurred to her, as though in a dream. "I am about to die…"

     Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the pressure on Nadia’s neck vanished. After a time, Nadia became aware that she could breathe again. She inhaled lustily. Her mind cleared, and she remembered where she was. She was being choked to death…until just a moment ago. Eyesight was returning in stages; but Nadia still could see very little. Nevertheless, she could feel Tatiana’s bulk pressing her to the floor; so why did the madwoman let her go? What happened?

     Just then Nadia heard a sound. It was next to her ear, a long half-wheeze, half-gurgle that ended in ominous silence. When Nadia was able to focus her eyes, she saw Tatiana’s face a short distance above. The woman wasn’t looking down at Nadia; instead, her face was upturned, chin pointing forward. Her features were just as contorted as before, but in a different way. She had an odd expression: eyes half-closed, nose wrinkled as though she smelled something nasty, lips curled back to reveal a row of clenched teeth. And, although it could’ve been a trick of Nadia’s still poor vision, Tatiana’s face looked redder than usual. It took several moments for Nadia to realize that her vision was playing no tricks – and another moment to notice a coil of rope wrapped around Tatiana’s throat.

     Captain De La Peña stood above Tatiana, looking grim like a medieval executioner. It was he who held the ends of the rope. While Tatiana was busy strangling Nadia, the Captain picked up a piece of cord normally used for hanging, threw it around Tatiana’s throat, and pulled hard. The strangler had suddenly become the strangled.

     That must’ve been the only way to stop her, Nadia reflected. It was certainly an effective way. Tatiana still lay on her stomach on top of Nadia, but the front of her body was lifted upward. Her spine was arched back, head thrust toward the ceiling, as her neck was held in a vise. Her hands let go of Nadia’s throat, but the fists clenched and unclenched as though the woman was still trying to reach for Nadia and wring her neck.

     The Captain tightened the noose by twisting the ends of the rope. Tatiana’s face became crimson. De La Peña lifted the rope a few inches, pulling Tatiana’s head further back. The rope bit deeper into Tatiana’s throat, and tears spilled out of her eyes. The Captain studied Tatiana for a moment and lifted the rope another inch. Her eyes bulged; mouth popped open; and a long, glistening snake of a tongue fell out. The Captain nodded with satisfaction and gave the rope another half- twist. Tatiana’s tongue protruded even further. Thick, frothy saliva started to drip from its tip, landing on Nadia’s chin and lips. Nadia thought of wiping it away but her hands were still pinned under Tatiana’s body.

     After some meticulous mental calculations, De La Peña twisted the rope yet again. Tatiana began to thrash about. Nadia was intimately aware of Tatiana’s heavy body twisting and flexing on top of hers. Their bodies were so close together and so intertwined, that Nadia could feel every ripple of the woman’s muscles. As Tatiana shook in an agony of suffocation, her massive breasts swung from side to side just above Nadia’s chest, the long engorged nipples brushing Nadia’s cleavage. Periodically, De La Peña gave the rope a tug and watched with interest, as the strangling woman jerked her body in unison, spraying tears and saliva. One of such tugs freed Tatiana’s crucifix from its confinement between her boobs. After that, the heavy golden thing danced over Nadia on its chain, pricking Nadia’s skin with its unexpectedly sharp edges.

     Tatiana’s face was getting puffy and purple-hued. Her lips darkened and her tongue too had begun to swell with stagnant blood. The bulged eyes remained opened but assumed an alarming empty look, like a doll’s glass eyeballs. The Captain lifted the woman’s wrist and checked the pulse. Evidently, Tatiana’s pulse was still too strong for the Captain. He placed a foot on Tatiana’s behind, pinning both her and Nadia to the ground, and pulled on the rope with both hands until the noose was tightened to the limit. Tatiana tensed abruptly, then her muscles slackened and her pupils rolled into her skull. Nadia felt warm wetness spread between her legs: Tatiana was peeing – right into Nadia’s own open pee hole. De La Peña gave the rope one last jerk and let it go.

     Nadia scrambled out from under Tatiana’s inert body and, with an effort, climbed to her feet. Nadia’s neck hurt like hell; it was hard to stand upright. She stepped back involuntarily, tripped over something, and nearly keeled over. She looked behind to see what had caused her to stumble. With a shock, she realized that she almost fell on top of Tatiana.

     Not that the Sergeant would’ve felt anything even if Nadia did. The woman lay on the floor in a puddle of her own piss. She wasn’t moving. She lay face down, and her tongue, still far out of her mouth, was touching the floor as though she intended to lick it clean. One of her legs was straight but the other was bent at an odd angle. Her wig was askew; the lingerie, a tangled mess. Her soaked, ripped panties were wrapped around one ankle, together with one of the stockings and the remains of the garter belt. De La Peña’s boot left a big red imprint across her naked butt.

     The Captain surveyed the wretched heap that was Tatiana. He kicked her lightly on the ribs, then lifted her head by the hair and stared into her unseeing eyes.

  "She is not dead," he declared.

     Looking at the senseless body at her feet, Nadia found this hard to believe. But a moment later, as if to prove the Captain right, Tatiana stirred and inhaled noisily. Her hand found its way to her throat. She fingered the rope, still tied around her neck, but made no attempt to remove it. After a fit of coughing she tried and failed to get up. Her knees slid apart in the pool of piss and she flopped back onto the ground. As her belly slapped the floor, more piss squirted out of her cunt.

     Tatiana repeated her attempts twice more with the same pathetic result. On the fourth try she finally succeeded. She stood unsteadily on her hands and knees, eyes swiveling, looking for the Captain. Her tongue was still out of her mouth, though it looked much healthier than before. In this animal-like pose, with a leash around her neck and her tongue hanging out, Tatiana resembled nothing more than a large female dog. She found De La Peña, gave a strange bark, and started to crawl toward him. Her eyes were fixed on his face.

     At this point Nadia started to worry about the Captain’s safety. But she needn’t have feared. When Tatiana reached the his feet, she prostrated herself before him, and, with all the energy she could muster, began to lick his boots.

     "What the hell are you doing?" hissed De La Peña.

     "Please Master," Tatiana croaked in response. "Please do it again." To make her point more clear, she lifted the ends of the rope and presented them to the Captain.

     "You want me to strangle you again," stated De La Peña.

     "Yes Master! Please!"

     The man looked disgusted. "You had an orgasm, didn’t you?"

     "Three," she said and resumed licking a boot. "Could…have…had…a fourth…" she said between the licks, "But…you…let…go…of the rope…too…soon…"

     "Velez," he said sternly, "I had no intention of giving you gratification. You were about to destroy a valuable asset, and I had to stop you by any means possible."

     "Don’t you want to punish me for my transgression?"

     "Certainly."

     "Then punish me now! Please, Master. Take the rope! Choke the life out of me as gasp for air!"

     "No. Asphyxiation only gives you pleasure."

     "Then beat the shit out of me and tear my cunt with a baseball bat!"

     "You’ll like that too."

     "I swear I won’t! I’ll hate every second of it!"

     De La Peña shook his head, "Velez, you are such a terrible liar."

     Tatiana thought a little. "What about this? You hang me upside down by the feet. As I am hanging helpless, you whip my ass bloody, run pins through my nipples, and drip burning wax down my pussy. Then you leave me like that overnight. Wouldn’t that be great punishment?"

     "No it wouldn’t. We tried it already and it didn’t work."

     Tatiana continued to wheedle, suggesting ever more bizarre tortures. Nadia was very impressed with the breadth of the woman’s imagination. The Captain listened for a while, then put his hand up.

     "Enough! The problem with you, Velez, is that you are a goddamned masochist. You enjoy anything I do to you and always come back for more. How can I punish you without giving you pleasure?"

     "You could execute me," Tatiana said matter-of-factly.

     "What?"

     "I disobeyed your orders, didn’t I? So hang me for the insubordination. There is an empty space in the wardrobe, you could drop me there. I’ll make the noose and everything myself, you’ll only need to pull the stool and watch me dance. You can hang me naked or in full uniform, whatever makes you hornier. But my personal preference is to hang without any clothes and without a hood."

     "You are not kidding, are you." said the Captain.

     "Kidding? No way! As you said, I like being asphyxiated. Those bitches I hang – sometimes I picture myself in their places. I get such a kick out of it! I often have this fantasy where you jerk off, as you watch me dance in the air, wearing nothing but my birthday suit. I cum so hard when I think about that." Tatiana’s voice grew husky. Unconsciously she reached down and began to masturbate. "I imagine you pulling the chair from under me. I twist, and turn, and lift my legs high. You can see every inch of my body, and I am helpless to prevent it. You look at my bouncing tits and my shaking ass, and your cock becomes rock hard. I look so sexy hanging by the neck! You stroke your cock, as I kick and jerk for your pleasure. When I am tired of kicking, I just hang nervelessly, swaying slowly back and forth. You lift me by the ankles and rub your cock between my feet. I shake in agony, but you don’t care; even when I am dead you continue having your way with my corpse. At last you spray your hot cum onto my cooling toes and then…" The rest of Tatiana’s speech was a series of unintelligible gasps.

     "You are even sicker than I thought," said the Captain after Tatiana fell silent. He brooded for a moment. "Well, if you want to hang so badly, I personally have no problem with that. You’d probably have five orgasms as you hang, but at least I’d be rid of you. And I do have to admit, seeing you hanged does have a certain appeal." He glanced at the wardrobe, then quickly shook his head as though trying to clear an unwanted image. "Unfortunately, I need you alive. You are the best executioner we’ve got. Santana is not nearly as good as you and never will be; she lacks imagination. Vea shows promise but she still has a lot to learn. You, on the other hands, are excellent. You do your job with passion. Sometimes too much passion, but that’s all right. You are a pervert and a maniac, and that is precisely what makes you so suitable for the job. No, you are too useful to execute."

     "This is great!" exclaimed Tatiana, who obviously like the compliments. "You can punish me without killing me. This mean you punish me again in the future. And again, and again, and again! Please Master!" She flopped to her belly and resumed licking boots. "Please! Please! Pleeeeease! I am burning to be punished by you!"

     "Stop slobbering all over my footwear!" growled De La Peña. He shoved the toe of his boot into Tatiana’s face to stress the point. "And don’t call me Master!"

     "Sorry Mast–, I mean, Sir!" wheezed Tatiana. The kick was so strong that it brought tears to her eyes. She touched the spot on her cheek that connected with the boot and said, "This felt good! Please kick me again."

     De La Peña threw his hands in the air. "You are impossible!" Tatiana grinned half-apologetically and half-proudly. The Captain carefully put down his foot and made a face. "I need to find a punishment for you." he said, "A real punishment, something that you actually will not like." He scratched his neck. "But I can’t think of anything just now."

     Right at this moment Nadia sneezed. A dust mite got into her nostril, and all her effort to stay silent went to naught. The Captain, who until now appeared to have forgotten about Nadia’s existence, looked up sharply. Nadia froze, desperately trying to make herself invisible, but it didn’t help. De La Peña was staring at her with a strange, unflagging intensity. An idea glimmered in his eye.

     The Commandant spoke to Tatiana without looking at her. "I just remembered. There is one thing that you hate more than anything. You demonstrated this only an hour ago." He got up and strode purposively toward Nadia, who backed away apprehensively. He stood in front of Nadia, looming over her. For a while he regarded her with the same intense expression. Then, ignoring Nadia’s panic, he pulled her to him, took her face in his hands, and kissed her soundly on the lips.

     The kiss hit Nadia like a brick wall. Her mind was ripped to shreds by conflicting emotions of fear, surprise, and burning arousal. She lost track of where she was and what she was doing there; she felt only his hands on her cheeks and his lips against hers. Her brain was scrambled beyond repair, running in all directions at once. Her body, however, knew what to do, instantly and without hesitation. Her face flashed, knees weakened, and her pussy became rapidly and humiliatingly wet. Automatically, without any thought at all, she parted her lips and returned the kiss.

     "No-o-o! No-o-o!" The walls shook; Nadia was deafened. The sound was more animal howl than human speech. Startled, Nadia let go of De La Peña’s tongue. They both looked down and saw Tatiana rolling on the floor, pounding the boards with a fist. "No-o-o!" she wailed. "No-o-o! You can’t do this!"

     De La Peña’s lips crinkled sardonically. This was precisely the reaction he was shooting for. "And why not?" he inquired with exaggerated concern.

     "You need me!" shrilled Tatiana. "Only me! Not some random prison bitch! Only I am your cum receptacle – and she is nobody! "

     "Here is where you are wrong. Serna is a beautiful woman. Very heterosexual. Worships cock and does what she is told. And she doesn’t like being whipped, choked, or hanged, so if I decide to punish her she won’t enjoy it. I say she is perfect."

     Tatiana played her last ace. "But you can’t just let her go! She saw and heard too much! What if she tells anyone? You must kill her as soon as possible"

     "She won’t tell. Will you, Serna?"

     Nadia vigorously shook her head.

     "See? Now get up!" The Captain pulled Tatiana to her feet. She tried to resist, and he almost slapped her but changed his mind at the last moment.

     "Sergeant Velez." said the Captain. " Here are my orders. Every Sunday, Tuesday, or Thursday for the next six weeks, you will bring Serna into my office at twenty-three hours sharp. You will remain inside and watch us fuck…no, don’t interrupt! You will be required to watch the whole thing from the beginning to end. You will be forbidden to touch anyone or interfere otherwise. You will not be allowed to look away. You will not be allowed to leave early.

  You will stay and watch until I give you the permission to go. Is this understood?"

     Tatiana mumbled something. De La Peña raised his voice. "Is this understood?"

     "Yes, Mast—Sir!" Tatiana’s lips trembled. He mascara ran down her face.

     "Good! And one more thing. I know all about your little tricks. I know that you and other Wardens frame the prisoners you don’t like and have them hanged for imaginary crimes. Normally, I let you have your little fun. But not in this case. I want to make it crystal clear: Serna is off limits. If I want her hanged, I will do it myself. This is my decision and not yours. Understood? Good! Now get decent and return the prisoner to the dormitory."

     Tatiana whimpered. Without looking at the crushed woman, De La Peña returned to his desk.

    

     Tatiana took a quick shower in the Commandant’s bathroom. She emerged ten minutes later, having put on a fresh set of uniform. She looked much more composed, almost calm; the only clues to her true emotional state were faint red circles around the eyes and a shirt collar that was turned up to hide the rope burns on her throat. Tatiana did not speak to Nadia, just beckoned her to follow. After the office door closed behind them, the transformation was complete. The stricken look on Tatiana’s face had entirely disappeared, replaced by the usual cold arrogance. The back straightened, the chin turned up. The regular, everyday Sergeant Velez – the crazy murderous bitch known so well to every Santa Margarita prisoner – was back. Nadia was terrified.

     Silently the Sergeant led Nadia down the corridors, ignoring curious glances from occasional guards. After they turned around the last bend, Tatiana stopped abruptly. She seized Nadia by the throat and pinned her to a wall next to the dorm door. Nadia squirmed and tried to slither away but the iron grip prevented her from moving even an inch.

     "So you think you’ve won?" whispered Tatiana in a low, blood-chilling hiss. She put a finger under Nadia’s chin, forcing her to look into her eyes. "You think you stole him away from me?

  Think again! Yes, you may have him – for now. I can’t touch you yet. But I have a long hand and longer memory. I will get you eventually, you can be sure of that!" Tatiana scowled, then suddenly gave Nadia a wide toothy smile. "By the way, they tell me that you are a part of the gallows’ building crew. So let me give you a piece of advice: build it well. Make sure the new gallows is beautiful to look at and comfortable to swing from. You know why? Because you’ll be swinging from it soon!"

       With these words, Tatiana let go of Nadia’s throat and pushed her through the dorm door.