TWO
Two of the guards grabbed me by my arms and dragged me back inside the prison.
Half dragging, half carrying, I was taken into a man's shower. Still covered
with sweat and dirt from the courtyard, I was thrust under one of the showers
and cold water drenched me until I sat shivering before my antagonists. One of
the guards fastened handcuffs around my wrists and looped them over one of the
shower handles. I watched in panic as the six men began to strip. When all of
them had disrobed, two grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide apart.
I struggled against their efforts, but it was useless. One began to squeeze and
pinch my tits while another ran his hand between my thighs and thrust his finger
into my pussy. I moaned in despair as hands groped my body mercilessly.
Then one took his place between my legs; his huge cock engorged with blood as he
smiled leeringly at me. Grasping my buttocks with his hands, he lifted me
slightly off of the floor while at the same time lowering himself until his cock
was poised at the entrance to my pussy. With one powerful thrust, he entered
me. I felt as if I was being torn apart as his cock spread my dry tissue
without pity. I screamed loudly, only to receive a slap across the face from
one of the other guards that almost rendered me unconscious. It was like a
red-hot poker drilling me as the guard thrust in and out. To keep me from
screaming, one of the men stuffed a filthy rag in my mouth. All I could do was
moan while the guard plundered my sex. After what seemed an eternity, I felt his
body stiffen and a low moan came from his lips. His semen spilled into me for
what seemed forever. Breathing heavily, he withdrew and stood up.
My respite was brief, however, as another guard took his place and quickly
thrust his cock into my now dripping pussy. The pain was much less but
nevertheless agonizing as he slammed into me unmercifully. I closed my eyes as
if to shut out the utter humiliation and degradation forced upon me. The other
guards continued to squeeze and pinch my tits until they ached. The only sound
I could hear above my moans was the belly of the guard slapping me as he thrust
in and out.
When I felt him finish, I steeled myself for the next man. To my surprise and
horror, I felt my body being turned over and hands on my buttocks, spreading
them apart. I screamed in protest but to no avail. I felt the tip of a cock
against my anus just seconds before all the agony in the world descended upon
me. Never had I felt such torture! The guard slammed into me ruthlessly,
tearing the tender flesh of my bowels until I fainted.
Something revived me and I felt the dirty rag being removed from my mouth. In
its place one of the guards inserted his filthy cock, holding my head back by
pulling my hair. I choked as the huge phallus filled my mouth and threatened to
cut off my air supply. The cock up my ass continued to pound into me
relentlessly as I was also being fucked in the mouth. My tits continued to
receive abuse from the other four guards. My body rocked back and forth in
rhythm to the two men impaling me with their cocks.
On and on it went until each of the six guards had fucked me at least twice. As
I lay exhausted on the floor of the shower room, semen dripped down my thighs
and from my lips. My body ached as if I had been beaten for days. I groaned
softly as two men lifted me to my feet and handed me my shirt. Unable to stand
by myself, they carried me back to my cell and threw me on my bunk. Through the
small window of my cell I could see the beginning of daylight.
I crawled over to the two buckets and tried to cleanse myself as best I could.
Every muscle in my body screamed in protest with each movement. Using the empty
bucket, I defecated, noting that there was blood at the bottom of the pail.
Drawing the shirt over my arms, I collapsed on the bunk, so exhausted I was
asleep in a matter of two minutes.
I couldn't have been asleep more than thirty minutes when a matron started
banging on the door of my cell. Drowsily, I sat up and looked at her
questioningly. A plate of stale bread and a pitcher of water had been pushed
into my cell and the rats were making a bee-line for it. Kicking them away, I
grabbed the bread and ate it quickly. The water was brackish but not as bad as
the water left in my bucket. The matron watched curiously as I ate.
"You look like hell, Senorita! You should get more rest!" She laughed heartily
at her joke as I stared at her mutely.
"Better get your ass in gear, Punta! The work detail begins in fifteen
minutes!"
Work detail! How could I do any work, the way I felt. I could barely stand!
Nevertheless, fifteen minutes later, the matron reappeared and unlocked my cell
door.
"Arriba! Let's go, whore!"
I struggled to my feet and followed her out of the cell and down the corridor.
When we passed through a heavy steel door, I found myself in a different
courtyard along with fifteen other women prisoners. One of them was the Mexican
woman who had fought me the night before. She looked at me with what I thought
was compassion and smiled slightly with a nod of her head.
A flat bed truck backed into the courtyard and we were ordered to climb into the
back. Without the assistance of a couple of other prisoners, I don't think I
could have done it. As soon as all of us were aboard the truck, it started off
and left the prison grounds.
I had no idea where we were going or what kind of work detail I was to
participate in. None of the prisoners spoke during the journey, staring
straight ahead at nothing. We traveled out of the prison clearing and started
up a narrow trail through the jungle. The truck bounced and rocked over the
rough ground, almost throwing some of us out. After about thirty minutes, we
came to a stop and the other women began to get down from the truck bed. I
followed them as they lined up in two rows behind the truck.
Each of us was handed a small machete. If you're thinking that I now had a
weapon for escape, you didn't see the loaded rifles aimed at us as we were
marched around to the front of the truck. It was then that I saw the trail had
ended and before us was nothing but dense, thick jungle. Spreading out in a
single line, the women prisoners began to hack at the dense undergrowth,
clearing a path for the extension of the trail. Half of us were to clear the
growth and the other half gather the debris and carry it to a small clearing to
be burned. The jungle was like a furnace and within an hour, every woman's
shirt was soaking wet from perspiration.
Once each hour we were given a ten minute break for water. As I collapsed next
to a large tree, the Mexican woman who had fought me sat down beside me.
"I am sorry for what happened last night," she whispered. "It was either you or
me. You will learn to take care of yourself better as your stay lengthens. I
have experienced the delights of the guards and know what they can do to you. I
just want you to know that I wish it had been someone else." "Thank you," I
whispered. "Its alright. I guess it could have been a lot worse."
"STOP THE TALKING!" One of the guards came over, glaring at the two of us. "If
you have so much energy you can carry on a conversation, you can get back to
work!"
All morning we struggled against the jungle. By noon we had cleared a path no
more than six feet deep and I was completely exhausted. The combination of the
night before and the hot, humid jungle had taken a toll on my body. As the noon
break was whistled, I barely made it to the shade of a tree before collapsing.
Exhaustion consumed me and I lost consciousness.
I was awakened by a boot slamming into my sides.
"Get up! You lazy whore! Get up and get back to work!"
I struggled to my feet but the world was spinning so fast I couldn't keep my
balance. I fell down on my hands and knees, shaking my head in an attempt to
clear it. The heat was suffocating and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. The
guard grabbed my hair and jerked my head up.
"You get back to work! NOW!"
I shook my head and tried to speak, but my tongue wouldn't work properly. The
only sound coming from my throat was a gargle as I tried to explain my fatigue.
Through clouded eyes, I saw the rest of the prisoners standing still, watching
me as I babbled nonsense.
"Throw her on the truck! We'll deal with her later!" The words spoken angrily
had little impact on me at the moment as I felt hands lifting me and carrying me
over to the truck. I was thrown on top of the bed where I blessedly lost
consciousness once again.
* * * * *
The next sensation I felt was the movement of the truck as it rode over the
bumpy road back to the prison. Opening my eyes, I saw the other women staring
at me with such pity that I assumed they all knew of my previous night's ordeal.
Little did I know at that moment that they knew far more than I. Soon we were
back in the prison yard where I was rudely pulled from atop the truck bed by two
of the guards. The matron appeared and talked with one of the guards in
language I couldn't understand. An angry look came over the matron's face as
she turned to where I stood, still groggy.
"You have been disobedient! We do not permit disobedience! You will be
punished!"
I stood meekly, not sure of what I was supposed to do. Beg forgiveness? Fall
down on my knees and plead with her? The answer came swiftly.
"Put her in the box!"
I was dragged over to a small shed at the side of the prison yard. A roof and
four sides of corrugated tin, it sat only a couple of feet above the ground. A
slanted front contained only a small door made of the same material. The door
was swung open and I was thrust inside.
The interior of the shed was dug out another two feet, allowing me to sit
upright but not stand. The smell inside was stifling. Only a bucket of water
occupied the interior beside myself. I cringed as the door slammed shut and I
heard a lock close on the outside.
In minutes, the temperature of the shed approached 120 degrees. Sweat poured
from my body and soaked my shirt through and through. My throat was parched and
I looked to the bucket of water, but it had a film of something green on it and
I hesitated to drink. After an hour, I couldn't stand it any longer. Sweeping
the film away with my hand as best I could, I cupped some water in my other hand
and drank the tepid liquid.
Thirty minutes later, the cramps began. My stomach felt as if someone had hit
it with a hard punch and I doubled up in pain. The urge to evacuate my bowels
was so strong that I finally lay in one corner and allowed myself to shit.
Putrid, slimy excrement ran out of me onto the dirt floor while thousands of
flies appeared from nowhere to feast on my discharge. Weakened, I lay there in
my filth, too faint to move.
This cycle repeated itself several times as my thirst overcame the fear of
stomach cramps. By the end of the day I was in and out of consciousness. All
types of insects attacked my body and there was nothing I could do to repel
them.
Time lost all meaning. I know that a night passed and another day came with
it's attendant high temperature In my delirium, I dreamed that I was covered
with roaches, ants and flies and they were stripping the flesh from my body. I
awoke several times, screaming in fear and clawing at my body. I had long since
taken off my shirt and my body was now covered with my filth. Severely
dehydrated, my legs cramped to the point that I cried out in agony.
Finally the door to the shed swung open and arms reached in to drag me out. The
sudden sunlight blinded me as I was dragged across the prison yard, my legs and
feet lagging behind my filthy body. When my vision cleared, I saw two posts
standing in the middle of the yard. Manacles hung from the top of each. Their
purpose was quite clear.
I was led over to between the posts where my arms were lifted over my head and
the manacles snapped about my wrists. Then my legs were spread apart and
additional shackles were placed around my ankles, leaving me suspended in the
shape of an "X". A bucket of water was thrown on me, washing much of the scum
off that covered my body.
In a few minutes, the matron entered the courtyard, followed by what appeared to
be the entire prison population. Both men and women prisoners filed into the
yard and formed a circle around me, standing meekly as their eyes sought to
avoid my body. From the rear of the group of prisoners stepped one of the
guards who had assaulted me the night before. Stripped to the waist, he held an
eight thonged whip in his hand.
The matron stepped to the center of the yard, standing just a few feet in front
of me. Staring at me with malevolent eyes, she announced my punishment to the
crowd.
"Disobedience will not be permitted in this prison. Punishment will be severe
and swift! Guard, thirty lashes for this insubordinate prisoner!"
I cried out in dismay as I heard the sentence. Surely, I would never live
through thirty lashes of that whip! I struggled but it was useless. I watched
as the guard took up a position to my left and slightly behind me. Terrified, I
braced myself for the first stroke.
WHAP!
"Unnnhhhh!" The wind left my lungs as my body surged forward from the force of
the whip. A raging fire started in the small of my back and quickly spread all
over me.
SCHAAPP!
"Ooooohhhh!" My mind was a bedlam of emotions as I fought against the pain that
consumed me.
WHOPPPP!!
"AARRRRGGGGHHHH!" My scream pierced the courtyard silence as my body gyrated
under the pain of the lash. I was shaking my head violently in a futile attempt
to dispel the agony.
SQAAAAATTTT!!!
"UUUNNNNNHHHHHH!!!"
WHHAAAPPPP!!
"YEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!"
My arms felt as if they were coming loose from my shoulders as my body jerked
and heaved under the whip. Sweat poured from my body and mixed with the welts
raised by the lash served to increase the agony of my wounds. I was certain
that the flesh had been peeled from my back as the guard paused for a moment. I
must think! How many strokes have I received? Only five? Oh, my God!
"Please," I whispered. "Forgive me! Please, don't hurt me anymore!"
My appeal was wasted as the guard lowered the whip into a bucket of water and
allowed the leather thongs to soak. The wet leather would be even more
effective as he proceeded.
The next ten strokes covered me from shoulder to thigh and left me hanging
limply, my head resting on my chest and my hair hanging down in my face. No
longer able to scream, I simply moaned with each stroke of the whip as it cut
into my flesh. As the guard paused to rest for a moment, I heard the matron
announce that half my sentence had been carried out. At that point I was
certain I would die before they finished the next fifteen.
My belief was reinforced as I watched the guard take up a position in front of
me, holding the dripping
whip as he eyed the front of my body. It seemed like the world stopped as I
watched him dragged the lash across my stomach.
WHHAAAAPP!
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
SLAAAAPPP!!
"OOOOAAAAHHHH!!!"
SQAAATTCCCHHH!!
"UUUUNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!!"
WHAAAPP!!!
"YEEEEIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
The last stroke had crossed my tits, leaving a vivid red welt across the tender
flesh. My body was jerking so hard it threatened to tear my arms from my body.
I was consumed with pain. Even my brain was afire with torment. I couldn't
escape the whip as it tore into my flesh, rendering me a blubbering, screaming
prisoner. On the twenty-fifth stroke I lost complete control of my body and
both urine and excrement flowed down my legs. The last five strokes were
delivered while I was unconscious.
When I came to, the courtyard was empty. I hung limply, my arms screaming in
anguish and my body afire from the whip. It was late afternoon and the sun was
disappearing over the top of the prison walls.
I glanced down at my body and was surprised to find that, despite the abundance
of livid red welts and wields, I was uncut. Amazingly, my nipples were hard as
rocks and my tits were swollen to half again their normal size. I shuddered in
the suddenly chill air and straightened my legs so as to relieve some of the
stress on my arms.
I waited for someone to come and release me but no one did. Darkness fell and
still I hung alone between the two posts. The chill night air caused me to
shudder. I was hungry, thirsty and sore, so I cried out in desperation.
"Help me! Someone! Please let me down!
Minutes turned to hours and still no one came to my aid. The full moon
illuminated the yard and heightened my sense of loneliness and despair. Barely
twenty-four hours imprisonment and my life had become a living hell!
I must have slept off and on even in the uncomfortable position I was held. I
kept waking up, freezing as the night breeze brushed against my naked body. No
one came to me during the night and by daylight I was almost out of my mind.
As the sun came up over the top of the prison walls, the matron appeared with a
bucket of water and a ladle. Filling the ladle with water, she held it up to my
lips. I drank it eagerly, ignoring the
brackishness. To me it tasted like the elixir of life! Again she filled the
ladle and again I drank it dry.
When she turned to leave, I cried out.
"Wait! Please, matron! Please, let me down!"
She turned and stared at me.
"You are to be left there today as an example to the other prisoners." As I
tried to plead with her, she turned and walked back into the prison.
As the day progressed, it got hotter and hotter until I was sweating profusely
under the sweltering sun. My tongue felt like a wad of cotton and I was having
an extremely difficult time swallowing. My arms had long since gone numb and my
legs ached from not being able to move them. It must have been about noon when
one of the guards sauntered into the courtyard, a smirking grin on his face.
"Thirsty?" he asked, the stupid grin almost breaking out into a laugh. He
reached over and pinched my left nipple, causing me to jerk back in discomfort.
"I've been sent to turn you loose. But, before I do, you're going to give me a
blow-job."
I stared at him defiantly, intending to do anything but that. But the prospect
of escaping this torturous confinement had me ready to do almost anything. When
he released my arms, I almost cried out with joy while I rubbed circulation back
into my numb extremities. But he didn't unlock the shackles from my ankles.
Instead he pushed me forward until I landed on my hands and knees.
"And, before you give me a blow-job, I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
I shook my body in protest as he moved around behind me. I felt his hands on my
hips as they gripped my cheeks and pulled them apart. My thighs were still
covered with the remains of my bodily wastes but that didn't deter him for a
moment. I felt the tip of his cock poised against my ass-hole just moments
before he thrust himself into me.
"OHHHH, GOD!" I cried. "You're killing me!"
In and out he slammed against me. It felt like a red-hot poker burning my
insides as his belly slapped against my cheeks. I willed myself to relax my
muscles so that it wouldn't hurt so much, but the pain was so severe it consumed
my mind. My breath was coming in gasps as my body rocked back and forth from
his assault. An eternity of hell passed before he withdrew and walked around in
front of me. His cock was still hard and covered with a mixture of blood and
shit.
"Now, suck it clean, whore!"
I sobbed in utter degradation as I opened my mouth to receive the filthy shaft.
As the man fucked me in the mouth, all I could think of was to wish for an early
death. When his semen filled my throat, he withdrew just before I puked all
over the ground. I could think of no lower state than I had sunk to. My
humiliation was complete.
