Chapter 7 - Prisoner's Sexual Service
I continued to read from the file, all the time wondering why the General had
given this to me. The more I read the more a feeling of unease came over me. I
thought I knew everything there was to know about the prison system but here was
the file of a female describing a labor lease program I was not familiar with,
was there more to this? I had wondered if prisoners might be used for more than
labor. Was it possible that some were being sold out right, into private
slavery.
File #4435 Guard's Report - Karmal English
Served: 5 years
Security Level: high
Background
1. Service in the army barracks:
Select prisoners are sometimes leased to the Special Army Unit's barracks for
sexual service. This unit is often in the field for anti-rebel operations for
weeks at a time and in need of relaxation and release. Karmal was first
transported to the jungle barracks for a three-day stay. However the commander
asked that her stay be extended for an additional three days. The next time she
stayed for a week and a half and on following visits for two weeks at a time.
The prisoner was transported to the barracks in the back of an enclosed truck, a
day's trip. She was one of the few inmates that would endure sexual service for
long periods under these conditions. Her work day was twenty four hours on and
eight off to sleep. The guards called it 'Raw Service' for the inmates were
fucked raw, over and over again.
Transcribed from an interview with a guard.
It took a while to get to her cell. Down three passages and two flights of
stairs to the discipline unit, one of the oldest parts of the prison. All the
cells are hot, humid, and filthy. Their iron doors rusted from years of use. I
pulled the bolts back and switched on the dim light. The cell smelled of urine,
sweat, and female juices. She was on the rough wooden bench, chained out, legs
at one end, wrists stretched to the other. Typical for nights in this unit. As a
supposed rebel sympathizer she earned the chains extra tight. This bitch had
been a prisoner for a while, and it showed! Tanned a deep brown, lean and toned,
the first thing I noticed were her breasts, still huge and firm as only a young
prisoner's can be. Being so large they flopped slightly to either side, tipped
in thick brown nipples almost half an inch long, her big oval aureole dotted
with little rough bumps and ridges. The slave's arms and shoulder muscles were
well defined from twelve-hour days of grueling forced labor. Thick raised welts
covered her tits. She had endured a heavy punishment whipping in the last few
days. We called them 'bitch breakers'. Most fainted after twenty or thirty
lashes across the bare tits. But this on was known to take up to sixty, before
being dowsed with a bucket of cold water to revive her. These 'bitch breaker'
sessions often went on for over twenty four hours with the prisoner hanging by
her wrists in one of the punishment cells, howling, begging, and offering her
body to the guards. I had seen very conservative females, school teachers,
office workers, women who never swore, never dated, never dressed in revealing
clothes offering themselves to the guard. They would scream out, 'Please fuck
me! Fuck my cunt. Fuck all my holes.' Begging to be used to avoid the whips on
their bare tits as they hung naked in chains, suffering under lash after lash in
the deep underground cells. For most it was the first time in their lives they
had been naked in front of strangers. The first time their recently shaved labia
was opened for everyone to see. Many had never been masturbated to orgasm by a
man's hand. They never dreamed they would be forced to cum over and over in
front of others. Filled with blushing shame their bodies betraying them they
would arch their backs, throw back their heads and cum with a shuddering
violence heather to unknown, at the hands of their captors. Only to fall back
wriggling under new set of lashes. The guards knew how to spread a whipping over
long hours, working slowly letting their gasping wards recover after a few hard
lashes, then in half an hour beginning again. Making a prisoner wait on tiptoe
for half a day before administering a few furtive strokes to the butt cheeks,
then leaving for another few hours before returning to administer a hail of hard
blows across tender nipple flesh. Then again leaving a virginal female to sob in
anticipation while her tits burned and throbbed in pain. She would never be sure
when the cell door opened where the lash would land and for how long. All she
knew for sure was that escape, self control, and dignity was a thing of the
past. The punishment cells meant a screaming naked hell for these female
prisoners. The most intimate areas of her body where now on full display. At
the beach these women would never think of wearing something so revealing as a
bikini, much less exposing their chests. They presented themselves at trial in
long dresses or business suits, even though filthy after weeks of cell time,
trying desperately to maintain their dignity. But now there was no way to hide,
not a scrap of clothing was allowed in these cells. To make matters worse all
body hair was removed, some even had shaved heads, depending on the judge's
orders. Rings and studs were inserted painfully into the most tender of nipple
and clit flesh. Nothing like a simple, accepted ear piecing. A former librarian
may now have three-inch stainless steel rings behind each nipple deep in her
aureole. A modest school teach now shamed with labia rings held open with a thin
chain around her back giving a full view of her wet clit and open vagina, would
beg for cock. A chain from her clit ring to her nipple studs may constantly
stimulate a naked secretary. After a few weeks they would become used to their
nakedness, then it was time to expose them to the general prison population,
forcing them to work in the fields, mines, and factories, as naked sweating
laborers. And of course on naked display for visitors. Husbands, bosses,
lovers, friends, fellow workers, would be shocked at first, then fascinated.
Karmal was one of these females. And now she would have a new experience that of
sexual slavery.
She lay on her iron cot, her rib cage clearly visible from the strain of being
stretched tight on the bench. A little pool of sweat rested in her belly button,
moving with each slow breath. Her pubic mound was high and bare. Each shaved
labium appeared wet with more than sweat. She was moaning softly in some erotic
dream, large muscular thighs quivering now and then. Karmal's mouth was
half-open as her huge breasts rose and fell with deepening gasps.
Her eyes opened suddenly as I give her left tit a hard slap. Even with her brown
hair cropped short she was a beauty. No wonder that Raul was training her hard.
I took out a leather covered ring gag from my canvas bag and motioned for the
slave to open her mouth. She knew better than refuse. But as I strapped it in,
she peed herself with a little hot gush. It ran onto her tights and pooled on
the metal bench under her. 'That will cost you five lashes', I said, 'and in
your case it's going to be across those big tits of yours'. Slaves were trained
to hold their toilet needs until morning, any mistakes were punished. In this
unit it was by the whip. Five across the breasts for peeing, and ten for a bowel
movement at night, with the addition of a large anal plug for one week.
Karmal did not speak but her big brown eyes begged as my first lash caught her
left tit just bellow the nipple. She bucked and screamed as the strap seared
into her wet tit. The second landed on the top of the right breast, evoking a
deep guttural moan from her mouth, now held open but the ring gag. A third
bounced the same tit from the underside. She arched her back, thrusting chest
up, and than fell back on the bench. Beads of sweat formed on her chest as the
fourth punished her left nipple, leaving a red streak. Sweat flew off the fifth
and final one on the other nipple. I gave her an extra hard one across the
belly, raising a thick welt.
Karmal lay gasping as I got out her transport chains. But being alone with her I
was in no hurry. Sitting down I asked, 'where you having a sex dream?' She
nodded, closing her eyes for a moment, squeezing a tear out. I traced my hand
down the middle of her chest, past still stiff nipples, to her welted belly. Her
hips moved as my fingers reached on thick labia. 'Open them', I said, quickly
finding her wet clit and circled it. Karmal moaned. 'Like that?' I said. She
moaned louder. I stopped.
Getting her up I shackled a chain hobble to her ankles, her wrists then behind
her, a waist chain and neck one was also added. She was ready for transport
except of a short pole between her neck chain and wrist shackles. This forced
her arms to extend straight down behind her, to this snapped a chain from wrists
to each ankle and thin leather strap, between her legs from the front of her
waist chain to the back. I cinched it tight, barring it between her lips.
She walked stiffly at first, from her night on the bench and the added whip
discipline, but soon she was moving quickly with little hobbled steps as I lead
her by a neck leash down the passage, past closed rusting iron doors. Glancing
at each door she knew instinctively that a female prisoner was chained behind
each one in nude punishment.
I was impressed with the prisoner, she had taken the whip quite well and was
keeping on her feet. Though I had seen many such females, this one carried
herself well, a strong young women, dark and very busty. Her tits swayed heavily
with each step. Little did she know where she would be going.
When we got to the upper level courtyard, I made her stand at attention in the
hot sun. It would be an hour or more before we left. Closing the outer door on
the little walled in area, I left her wrists shackled to a short post in the
center, sweat running down her sides, as she stood, legs wide, ankle chain
taught, chest up and out. Her lower ribs outlined. I knew she would hold that
position till I got back. The punishment for breaking position was three days of
agony chained standing in the sun, whipped daily.
Two hours later I returned. Opening the view panel in the door I could see she
was still at attention, only her head slightly lower gave away any hint of
fatigue. Sweat ran in streams down her bare skin. Leading her out, I unshackled
her ankles and held her neck leash as I sat in the back of a jeep. The driver
started off slowly, Karmal walking behind, with a look of wild eyed distress. It
was five miles to the truck that would transport her to the army garrison. At
first her breasts only swayed back and forth as we drove slowly. But after the
first mile I ordered the driver to speed up. Karmal begin to trot, soon she was
trotting quickly, her chest heaving, tits flopping. I knew the stony road was
hard on her bare feet. As the pace quickened her legs became plastered with
dust, which mixed with sweat and streamed down her bare thighs. We slowed after
a mile to let her rest. The last two miles she struggled to keep the pace, tits
flopping hard, each bouncing high up and slamming down hard on her chest as the
slave trotted in the hot sun. Sweat flew off the big udders in every direction.
Finally we reached the truck, and she dropped to the ground gasping for breath
in the dirt. Only a year before she had been an up and coming journalist with a
privileged life style, but now just another naked chain female gasping in the
dirt.
The truck was an old one, used for transporting prisoners. The back, totally
enclosed, heated up quickly with the doors closed, but it was secure. Karmal was
too exhausted to protest, and knew better, when another guard and I hauled her
up and made her kneel on the floor in the back of the truck. We chained each
ankle a few feet apart to floor rings, and her wrists up and out to the side, so
she was on her knees, butt off the floor, leaning forward. Her torso almost
horizontal, allowing the slave's huge breasts to sway free beneath her still
dripping with sweat from the run. I slipped a full leather hood on her, leaving
the ring gag in. It was at that point she became overcome with panic and started
to struggle. But it was no use, the heavy chains kept her from injury and
escape. I bolted the doors, leaving her, to the bumpy ride, and start off on the
fourteen-hour trip to the army garrison. In back the prisoner, endured the trip
naked in shackles, on her knees, head encased in a leather hood awash with
sweat, tits flopping and slapping each other with every bump. This was just the
type of treatment she has hoped to expose as a journalist.
I stopped for water after four hours and open the back to check on my prisoner.
Opening the doors I could see her ample butt cheeks and thick muscular thighs.
Between her legs hung the glistening mound of her shaved pubes. Karmal's massive
breasts hung like the brown udders of a milk-swollen cow, tipped in thick dark
nipples. A few specks of yellowish fluid dotted each nipple. They had just
started to induce lactation by introducing hormones in her food. This was
unknown to her, but she was already showing signs of tit engorgement. In a few
months she would be receiving twice daily injections directly deep into each
nipple. I could just image her with tits two or three times their current size,
engorged with milk.
Streaked with a layer of dust and sweat, head down, she moaned softly through
her ring ball gag. The struggling renewed at the sound of me entering the back.
I had been ordered to discipline her at the first sign of resistance, so I
fished out a set of steel discipline clamps from the canvas bag. She howled
when I snapped them in her nipples, the clamp needle piercing though tender
nipple flesh, and added eight-ounce weights to each. The punishment clamps
pulled her nipples in to long dark cone, just brushing the floor. I closed the
doors with her moaning loudly. It would be another four hours till the next
stop. In the air-conditioned cab I sipped on an iced beer and watched the
endless jungle glide by.
At the second stop, I removed her ball gag, and waited for her jaw to relax. She
gratefully gulped down the canteen of water when it touched her lips. 'May I
have permission to speak, Sir', she requested in a low voice. 'Yes', I respond.
'Where am I being taken, Sir' 'Your going to an army garrison where you will
provide full sexual service the troops, and you will service them with
enthusiasm! She was silent for a moment than began to scream, 'NOooooo please
nooo don't whore me! Noooo. I quickly pressed the ball gag into her pleading
mouth. She continued in a muffled babble. I had been ordered to give her a hard
beating during the trip so the troops would see the treatment of a rebel
sympathizer. This was a good a time as any.
After re-chaining her wrists to a length of chain from the truck ceiling, I ran
a short chain across the back of her knees and re-shackled her ankles to the
ceiling chain. In this position she had to balance on her knees, arms overhead,
ankles brought up behind. I knew from the way she held her head that the slave
was sobbing in her leather hood, but orders were orders. Taking a heavy leather
strap out, I could see she was straining with every muscle to take the weight
off her knees. Sweat ran in little streams from her bare armpits down her sides.
The female's huge breasts thrust up and out, the dark brown aureole all puckered
with little bumps and ridges. 'CRACK' I brought the strap down hard on the tops
of her breasts. For a moment she was stunned, than let out a yelp, audible even
with her gag. The next one caught her left nipple. Again she yelped and bucked
wildly. The next three found her thighs and belly as Karmal wined into her gag.
Large beads of sweat covered her hot skin, dripping onto the floor, then she
peed. As my lashes found the flesh at the ends of her tits, the prisoner's yelps
turned into long howls. The heat in the truck was oppressive so I took a break
for another beer in the cab. When I return Karmal had calmed down a bit, her
breathing now deep and regular. Thick red welts had formed on her breasts and
thighs. She held very still. 'Time for more', I said, unshackling her wrists
from the ceiling and back to the floor. The ceiling chain had a pulley, so I was
able to suspend her head down, legs wide, with wrists also chained wide to the
floor. The young bitch's thick brown labia where wide open. I pulled them open a
little more so her clit was in full view. It was wet and red. She was very
leggy, with not an once of fat on her thighs, all solid muscle. 'CRACK' again
came my strap on her left inner thigh raising and angry red welt. 'EEeeeiiii'
she howled into the gag, bucking wildly, her hanging udders bouncing. The next
two burned into her wet labia, leaving red strips down her belly. Gasping and
howling she took the next five in her inner thighs and labia. I could tell from
experience, she was growing weak from the whip and heat. Finishing with two
more on the bottoms of her breasts I re-chained her as before, on her knees. It
was still hours to the prison. I stopped only once to give her a drink. She took
the water, her head hanging as I closed the doors. The slave had taken her
whipping well, she was strong. There were far hard whippings in store for her!
We arrived at the walled garrison late in the afternoon. Unchaining the
prisoner, I let her rest for a moment in the cooler air, before putting the arm
pole and transport chains on. She soon revived, standing, the pole from neck
chain to wrist forcing her stiffly upright. The truck was parked in a guarded,
walled in area of the garrison. One of the military police greeted me, as I was
removing Karmal's leather hood. Her short hair was matted with sweat, face
flushed, eyes red, but she was wide eyed, searching for some assurance that
another beating was not to follow. I reached into my pocket, took out to large
thick stainless steel hoops. Quickly replacing her nipple clamps with these so I
could clip on a thin chain leash. When we were ready, I lead Karmal by her
nipple leash as the officer guided us across the parade grounds. Karmal flushed
with shame as passing solders looked at her. I could hear their comments, 'look
at the tits on the new one', 'man she is huge', 'about time we had a new cunt!',
'boy are be going to work that cow hard'. We reached the barracks area, five
long low buildings. In the center was a small tin building, Karmal new home. The
troops called it the cunt shack. Opening the door, the smell of cum was thick
and heavy. Inside were benches on each wall and one in the center with shackles
in each corner post. The officer and I hoisted Karmal onto the center bench and
shackled her wrists to the upper corners with her legs brought by her ankles to
short chains to her wrists, a belly chain held her down. Her pussy was just over
the edge of the bench. She was now wide open for use. All one had to do was walk
up to the bench to use either her anus or gaping pussy. The same for her mouth,
as her head hung over the edge of the bench. I replaced her ball gag with a
ring one. She would now have to take whatever was shoved in her mouth. 'Noooo,
pleassee' she grunted through the ring gag. 'CRACK' I brought my hand strap down
on her left tit. 'You will be silent whore'. She whimpered, turning her head
away. The officer said she would be fed and exercised daily. Given water every
two hours. They expected her to be there three days, available twenty-four hours
a day, in the sex shack. She was an unlimited usage prisoner. Every prisoner
under the age of thirty was when sent to the garrison. And Raul rarely sent
anyone older. Though at times an exceptional prisoner might find her way to
garrison duty. 'Really nice one this time, rack on this cunt. The men will like
slapping those around.' the officer said, 'Raul certainly knows how to pick
them'. Give me a little while with her and I will meet you at the officer club.
As soon as I closed the door I could hear the sound of flesh being slapped.
Walking over to the officers club, I would be spending the next three days as a
guest of the army, as would Karmal, working on her back!.
Chained on her back, she had a few hours to wait. They started visiting the sex
shack late that evening, young horny men still dirty from a day in the field.
Karmal spent the night, grunting and moaning as cock after cock was pumped into
her wet vagina, and ass. Her shaved pubes dripped with fresh cum, as did her
mouth. She knew she was expected to swallow all, but there was just too much. It
ran down her cheeks with her tears. By morning she lay exhausted, filthy and
very sore. Her pussy rubbed raw, her breasts flopped to either side, bruised
from countless rough hands.
She had taken 47 men mostly cunt fucks.
At ten she was unchained, fed, watered and taken to the parade ground. There,
her hands roped in front of her to the back of a jeep she was made to trot,
breasts flopping, for three miles on the track. To her humiliation, passing
soldiers jeered and laughed. Finally, streaming with sweat, chained back on the
bench she fell into an exhausted sleep, till late in the day when her ordeal
started all over again. This was to be her routine for the next four days, as
one extra day was added.
The second night I watched from the one way mirror in the next room. Karmal was
sucking hard on one soldier's thick cock as another was pumping her flowing
cunt. She met ever stroke with an energetic pelvic thrust, staining in her
chains, hands tightly griped around her wrist chains, legs jerking against the
ankle ones. Four other men, shirts off, stroking their erect cocks, stood around
watching her writhe on the fucking bench, huge tits shacking, nips stiff, sweat
running down her brown torso. As a soldier filled her mouth with hot cum she
gulped it down and kept on sucking, till he was limp. When he was finished
another took his place, all night long.
Karmal serviced 38 men that night in all her holes.
The third day I had them let her sleep for eight hours before running her on the
track. After her run she was almost too exhausted to walk so I let her rest in
the sex shack. For this she was not chained on the bench, but free except for
wrists chained behind her and a short ankle hobble. A few hours later I unbolted
the door and found her asleep on the cum sticky floor. The room smelled of
sweat, cum and pussy juices. I got her up on her knees and she started to beg,
'Please Sir, no more! Don't let them have me anymore.' Then she noticed my
discipline strap. It had small shiny studs set in the heavy leather. 'What are
you here for bitch?' I demanded. Looking at the strap, 'To please the men, Sir',
she said softly. 'Do you need a taste of this?' I said holding the strap up. 'Oh
NO! Sir, No, I will go my best, Sir' she pleaded, 'don't whip me'. What are you
bitch? 'I am a fuck slave SIR! My job is to work and please men. My cunt and ass
are for their cocks, my tits are big to please them! I am kept naked so they can
see how a woman works for men. ' A stream of sweat ran down her neck. I knew
she was afraid of the strap, she had seen other prisoners howling under it, for
hours, in the punishment unit. Karmal looked up at me, with her big brown eyes
wide, tears welling up, chest thrust out, and huge udders hanging slightly down.
She knew what to do, slowly climbing up on the fucking bench. She moaned but
said nothing as I cinch a two inch tit strap around the base of each swollen
udder forcing it to bulge even larger, her brown nipple already stiff.
By morning 36 men had been serviced, mostly anal.
After an exhausted sleep, followed by food and water, the prisoner was run on
the track for two miles, in the hot sun. By ten that night she was again chained
on the bench, waiting for another long night. A unit had just arrived from
jungle duty. The stopped by the shack after securing their packs. For most of
the night she had a cock in her cunt or ass and one in her mouth, sucking,
bucking, and moaning as trooper after trooper pumped her full of hot cum.
Karmal was used 29 times that night.
Karmal was dazed when I re-chained her in the truck, the next morning, for the
trip back to prison. Four days as a sex slave had taken its toil. She had taken
one more day than normal in the barracks, servicing over 100 troops. Unknown to
her, the commander wanted her back the next month for a five day stay, to
service a unit due back from three weeks field training, 160 men. There was even
some talk about taking her out in the field for service. They would have her
haul a one hundred-pound load of supplies out to the troops, a twenty-hour trip
and then spend the rest of the time servicing them. After five days she would
again haul a heavy load back. Prisoners used a pack animals would have a wooden
yoke strapped across their shoulders, arms chained out to the yoke ends, and the
load in sacks hung from the ends of the yoke. Toiling up the steep jungle trails
in the over hundred-degree heat for hours and hours was grueling work. Female
porters were lucky to have a loin cloth for modestly. The guard's ever present
whip on their bare backs and thighs kept them moving at a relentless pace.
I let her be, for the trip back. She was exhausted and very sore, besides her
raw ass and pussy, the men had slapped her tits around. I had orders that the
prisoner could be chained on her back for the trip back. They wanted her in
shape for work the next day. So I shackled her spread-eagled on the floor of the
truck. She hardly moaned when I put the leather hood on her and the ball gag in.
We made two stops one for fuel, the other for water. She did not wake up for the
first stop so I let her sleep. Five hours later on the second, I gave her some
water. She was a sight, cum still dripped from her pussy, guess she had taken a
lot! I took the hood off the bitch and with a quick pop had the penis gag out of
her mouth. I had a punishment strap in my hand, the heavy studded one I use for
tit punishment, and she knew I would use it. After a few big gulps I helped
myself to a little relief and had her suck me off. She started with tongue
washing my thighs, then licking the area just back of my balls. Then more
suckling and licking of my balls, one at a time. Finally she stroked the under
side of am hardening cock with her mouth half closed, mouthing the tip each
time. After ten minutes of hard sucking, I put a full load of cum down her
throat. The bitch did a good job, gulping it all down and cleaning me with her
hot tongue. We arrived at the prison just after 22:00, two guards took her down
to the cells. They had to half carry her, one on each arm. I followed them down
to her cell. As we rounded a corner in the lower passages we had to stop to let
a guard by with his prisoner. Was pulling hard on the neck chain of a new
prisoner. I could tell she was new, her body stark white, un-tanned. She looked
to be a university student in her early twenties, slim, athletic, with small
tits and short black hair. She struggled and pulled against her neck chain with
every step. Considering that kind of resistance I would see why she was being
taken to the punishment unit. The look on her face was one of resistance, but I
could see she was also humiliated at being totally naked. When she slipped and
fell on the wet floor Karmal's guards continued on. I held back while the new
prisoners guard jerked his charge roughly to her feet. 'This one has given us
some trouble.' He said. 'What's her story? I asked. ' Oh they got three of
these bitches as the University in the act of handing over money to a known
rebel operative. The other two are in military custody. This one tried to get
away twice so they sent her here. We just got her stripped down and chained for
the punishment unit. The orders are to keep her isolated. Something to do with a
new rebel underground cell in the city. That's all they told me.'
As I left him the sound of the new prisoner screaming echoed down the low
passage. Apparently the guard had started using his electric prod to keep her
moving. When I got to Karmal' cell she was already chained
down on her cot. The guards had gone. The pungent smell of her sweat and cum
caked body filled the air. I leaned over her stroking a bruised tit. 'You did
well bitch, they want you back in a few weeks for a longer stay', I told her.
She smiled softly, letting out a little moan and raising her hips. I ran my hand
down her wet belly to her clit. She came in heavy waves a few minutes after I
started masturbating her. It was midnight when I left the cell block, to the
sound of the whip biting into bare female flesh. The new prisoner, hung upside
down, was screaming.
The next day Karmal was back to work for another 12-hour day in the fields.
Guard's Report End.
I put the report down and tried to get some sleep. Tomorrow was a tour of the
city security areas.
