93

TWO

I was awakened from an exhaustive sleep the next morning by the same burly woman who had tended to me the day before. As I rose to my knees, I groaned as the pain in my body reminded me of yesterday's torture. While she watched, I hovered over a small drain in the corner of the cell and relieved myself. Modesty was a thing of the past as I released a small turd to be flushed with piss. She handed me a pitcher of rancid water and a piece of bread that I downed hurriedly and then puked it right back up.

"Too bad," she remarked, "that's all you get."

I was made to stand and the woman brought my hands behind my back and cuffed my wrists together. Two more cuffs were attached to my ankles and joined by a short piece of chain. A piece of chain was wrapped around my waist and hung loosely with a length hanging between my legs that brushed against the lips of my pussy and made me shiver in astonishing arousal.

"Real slut, aren't you," she muttered as she grasped the length of chain and pulled me toward the door of the cell. "Well, you'll get your fill at San Joaquin Prison." She laughed while she jerked me forward. I shuffled along behind her; the chain connecting my ankles clanking on the stone floor.

Through the police station we went and I blushed as a half dozen men and women stared at me and laughed. Tears were running down my cheeks as I was marched out and told to climb into the back of an enclosed truck.

There were two other women inside the truck but they had on dresses. I alone was still naked. I cringed in mortification as I felt their eyes upon me; even though I knew that they were no better than I. The back of the van was closed, throwing us into pitch black darkness for which I was thankful. I heard the motor start and then the truck began to move.

We rode for a long time but time became meaningless to me in the darkness. The road was bumpy and I had a hard time keeping from falling over. The chain around my waist continued to arouse my pussy to the point that I longed for the use of my hands to relieve myself. Subconsciously, I began to hump back and forth; using the chain as a stimulus until my breath was coming in short gasps. As I was on the verge of a self-induced orgasm, the truck came to a halt and the back of the van opened up.

The three of us were pulled out of the truck and marched inside to the prison offices. Again I was subjected to the stares of a dozen or more people and humiliation swept over me once more. The other two women were taken to a different room and I was led into a small office. Seated behind a desk was a man in full uniform, staring at an open folder. For long moments I stood waiting while he supposedly read every word two or three times. Finally, he looked up at me, appraising my nude body with steely black eyes.

"Your name is Denise Howard." It was not a question and I remained silent.

"Well, no longer," he continued, rising from behind his desk. He walked around in front of it and stood a few inches away. His breath smelled of mint and a faint odor of cologne greeted my nose. "For the next two years, you will be simply '93'. We don't use names here at San Joaquin."

He lit a cigarette and blew smoke in my face. "My name is Captain Hernando Munoz. But you will simply call me Warden during your stay with us. He reached out and cupped my right breast and I flinched and drew back, glaring at him. His eyes flashed with anger as he grabbed my breast again, squeezing my nipple until I cried out.

'Owwww! Stop! You're hurting me!"

"This is nothing compared to what you will experience here, '93'. If you think you are in a luxury hotel, you have a rude awakening coming. We countenance no disobedience here at San Joaquin. Any refusal of orders will be dealt with swiftly and painfully. Do you understand?"

As emphasis, he squeezed my nipple even harder. I grimaced in pain but managed to utter the required answer.

"Yes. . ."

"The proper response is 'Yes, Warden sir.'"

'Yes, Warden sir," I moaned; my tit on fire from his twisting it.

"Very well," he said, releasing my nipple. I gasped as blood flowed back into my tortured mammary.

"Your initial assignment will be in the fields, harvesting our grain. Make sure you do well, '93' or you will find yourself chained to the mill stone. Each month, you will receive 10 strokes of the whip, as a reminder that you are a prisoner here."

Two large policemen entered the office and took me by the arms to lead me to the blacksmith. The smith was in a small area outside the main building where a glowing fire was burning and various tools rested in the shimmering coals. The cuffs that bound my wrists and ankles were removed and I experienced a modest bit of freedom for the first time in several days. Unfortunately, it did not last long.

The smith attached steel bands around my wrists and ankles and welded them in place. Thankfully, they were lined with soft leather but the metal still cut into my flesh they were so tight. Mounted on each were rings that could be attached to other means of restriction. The final step was a metal collar around my neck, also equipped with rings for other devices. A thin chain, about two feet long, hung from the center of the collar and dangled between my breasts.

I endured the fitting while the smith managed to squeeze my ass several times during his efforts. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be used frequently and without limitation. The two guards who stood by while the smith fixed my shackles stared lustily at me; their eyes devouring me in eager anticipation.

When the smith had finished, the two policemen took me back into the prison building. In still another room, I am placed on my back on a steel table and my feet placed in stirrups, just like an examining table in an OB's office. A man in a white coat enters the room and nonchalantly begins to examine my pussy with a speculum. He hums to himself while I endure his probing in humiliation. After he has satisfied himself, a woman also dressed in a white coat enters the room and proceeds to remove all of my pubic hair with a depilatory. She explained in an unemotional voice that this was to control lice. Once she has finished, I am allowed off of the table and given an opportunity to examine myself in a full-length mirror. I am shocked to see my naked body clothed in leather restraints and equally stunned to find myself growing aroused at the sight. The two guards interrupt my reverie as they attach a leash to my collar and lead me from the room.

Down a long flight of stairs we traveled until we came to a dimly lit hallway. On both sides of the hall were metal doors and sounds of weeping and groans came from behind them. We finally came to the end of the hall and one of the policemen opened a door and shoved me inside.

I landed on my stomach on the rough stone floor, grunting with pain as my bare flesh grated against it. I felt hands on my feet, twisting me until I rolled over on my back. I stared up at one of the policemen as he grabbed my legs and spread them apart. The other was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers with a wide grin on his face.

"OK, punta, we see how you do it for free!"

He knelt and plunged his cock into my pussy without hesitation. I screamed as he penetrated me, unable to properly lubricate before he did so. He began to fuck me hard and fast while the other held my legs apart and up in the air.

The pain was excruciating but they didn't care. A drop of saliva fell from his mouth and hit me in the eye while I turned in despair. His cock plunged in and out of me; his belly slapping against my upturned ass. When he stiffened I could feel his semen erupting inside me and prayed that the other guard was gay.

Not only was he not queer, he was an absolute sadist. He flipped me over on my stomach and raised my hips into the air. Kicking my legs apart, he took his hands and spread my ass-cheeks.

"NO! OH God! Please don't! Not there!"

I felt his cock poised at the entrance to my ass and then the most unbearable pain I had ever experienced consumed me. A scream erupted from my throat as his cock plunged past my anal sphincter and buried itself within me. I struggled to crawl away, scratching my breasts against the stone but there was no escape. With a firm grip on my hips, he began to piston in and out of my anus while I sobbed in miserable humiliation and agony.

His hand reached under me and began to stroke the lips of my pussy. A finger found my clit and brushed against it, sending me into a state of total confusion. On one hand I was being aroused and the other brutally raped in the ass. He continued to stroke the lips of my pussy and finger my clit until I found myself on all fours, bumping my ass back to meet his thrust and grunting like a pig. The pain disappeared and ecstasy took over. I was soon grunting with each thrust of his cock and my ass was bumping back to meet him. The two of us reached an orgasm at the same moment when I felt his jism fill my shit tube just as my brain exploded in lust. I collapsed on the floor, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. It was in this state that I heard the door close behind me and a key turned in the lock. I could hear them laughing as they walked away. Total darkness descended upon my new world. Incredibly, my hand reached for my pussy and began to stroke my clit. Moaning in sexual hysteria, I brought myself to orgasm before sinking into an exhaustive sleep.

I think back on that beginning and recognize the changes that were taking place in my sense of being.. I had always been somewhat prudish when it came to sex although I had enjoyed the infrequent occasions when I had been made love to. The thought of masochistic feelings had never entered my mind. Yet, despite the pain inflicted upon me, I felt aroused while hanging by my wrists in the town square, naked and exposed to the crowd of strangers. The rape by the two prison guards was not entirely without pleasure. What was happening to me? My nudity had ceased to be a source of humiliation; in fact I relished the hungry stares that my body invoked. Surely two years in prison would pass quickly and without too much anguish.

I was awakened early the next morning with one of the guards banging on my cell door. My body ached from sleeping on the stone floor and I groaned as I made my way over to one of the corners where the ubiquitous drain provided a means of relieving my bladder. My pussy burned but I felt a heat that contradicted my pain. Was it my nakedness? I felt an almost continual arousal that bewildered me.

I was escorted to the prison yard where I joined a dozen more female prisoners. Most of them were as naked as I but several wore small loin cloths that only added to their sexuality. All of us wore our shackles and collars and I noticed a couple of women whose ankles had been chained together with a short length of chain. Their movements were difficult and constrained as we were led to a flat-bed truck; the motor idling. At the rough prodding of a couple of the guards, we were loaded onto the back of the truck. Small rings had been bolted to the floor and I watched unemotionally as my right ankle was locked to one. I had no choice but to sit down and wait until the same procedure had been performed on the rest of my sister inmates

With a jolt, the truck began moving and we left the prison compound to travel along a dirty, dusty road through the jungle. The grime was overwhelming and after a few minutes we were all coated with the dust that rose up and consumed us.

As we wound our way through the jungle, I studied my companions. It appeared that I was the only American among the group; the rest were obviously Hispanic. There were several that displayed real beauty, despite the rigors of prison life. I cringed a bit when I observed vivid red welts across the back of one who sat near me. She was one of the women whose ankles had been chained together. She saw me staring at her and a faint smile crossed her lips.

"I tried to escape. . ." she whispered with a shake of her head. "It won't happen again."

I shuddered at the thought.

The truck came to a stop and I saw that we were at the edge of a cleared area in the jungle that appeared to be about two acres. As we were unlocked from the bed, we crawled off and stood in single file alongside the truck.

I, along with four others, were led to the edge of the clearing where a Mexican farmer stood behind a rustic plow. Dressed in the ubiquitous peon clothing of white cotton shirt and pants, he stared at me impassively as I was led to the front of the plow. It dawned on me then what my role would be. . .I was to be the force that pulled the plow!

The prison guard outfitted me with a leather harness that came over my shoulders, crossed between my breasts and fastened behind my back. Two rings on the side of the belt beneath my arms were attached to the traces of the plow and I grasped the handles for further control. I glanced aside and saw the other four women being similarly outfitted. The rest of the women prisoners had been given hoes and buckets of seed to follow us and plant.

My scrutiny was interrupted by the sudden blast of fire across my backside as a whip bit into my flesh. I surged forward, bending to my task and began to pull the plow through the hard earth. In just a few minutes, I was gasping for breath and sweat poured from my brow. The chain dangling from my collar brushed against my swinging breasts, generating a hardness in my nipples that I was amazed to see.

My legs began to feel like they weighed a hundred pounds each as I stumbled on, encouraged frequently by the bite of the whip. Sweat poured from my body now and burned my eyes. My hair was matted with sweat and dirt and hung down in my face, obscuring my vision. Still, I labored on until we reached the far side of the field. There I was given a moment to rest and the farmer gave me a jug of water to drink from which I did, thirstily.

We turned around and a shout from the farmer sent me on my way again. Glancing up at the sun, I saw that we were barely in mid-morning and I groaned at the thought of this continuing all day long. Once I stumbled and fell and the whip flayed at me until I could regain my feet and start going again. I was gasping for breath when we finally reached the starting point. I fell to my knees, wheezing and shaking; not sure I could take another step.

But another I did, encouraged by the whip once again. Again and again we plowed from one side to the other while my sister prisoners followed us planting seed. Totally without shame, I pissed and shit like an animal when I felt like it and even farted a few times when the whip was particularly cruel and caught me on an exposed breast.

At mid-day, we were given a break and unhitched from the plow. Lined up in single file once more, we were given a plate of beans and two tortillas. The beans were cold and the tortillas stale but I ate them like they were the rarest delicacy. After I had finished, one of the guards came and pushed me over until I was kneeling on hands and knees. I felt his hands on my ass-cheeks, spreading them wide, and the sound of a zipper. As I cried out in dismay, I felt the tip of his cock against my anus and then the sudden, sharp pain when he rammed his cock inside me.

He rode me hard and each thrust sent me rocking back and forth; my tits swinging freely beneath me. Each time his groin smacked against my ass, I grunted like a sow. The pain gradually subsided as my chute relaxed to accept the intruder. My degradation was complete, though, as I began to experience pleasure at my powerlessness. I had fantasized for years at being a slave and now I was being treated as one. The mental images in my brain translated to my pussy and I reached up to begin fingering my clit. Shamelessly, I climaxed just as he grunted and shot his load of semen deep inside my colon. Breathless, I collapsed to the ground, unable to think clearly.

Suddenly I was rolled over on my back and my legs were spread apart. Another guard, with his pants around his knees and his huge purple cock staring me in the face was grinning down at me. Without hesitation, he plunged it inside my wet pussy and began to pump up and down. Lost in the lewdness of the moment, my legs wrapped around his body and I began to hump upward to meet his downward thrust. My only thought was to achieve another orgasm while I clutched him in my arms. I squeezed my pussy as tight as I could and saw the look of surprise on his face. He smiled and renewed his efforts; pounding into me with all of his might. I closed my eyes and felt the rising orgasm inside me; my breath coming in panting gasps. His cock felt as if it had become a part of me while I rode it into sexual oblivion. Too soon, I felt him stiffen and then my pussy filling with his load while I squeezed the last drop from his shrinking cock.

When he rose from me, I looked up and saw the other women staring at me with scorn. I had obviously welcomed the rape and they were contemptuous of my desire. I shrugged it off just as the guards shouted for us to resume our positions in front of the plow.

The rest of the first day was spent in exhaustive work. . .plodding through the clearing while the whip cracked across my back. I was in a constant state of arousal that baffled me. My nipples were hard as rocks and my pussy was sopping wet while I sweated and wheezed while pulling the plow. I have become someone I am not familiar with. A slut! A whore! A punta!

At days end, we were loaded back on the flat-bed truck and our ankles locked to the floor. All of us were covered with sweat and dirt and too tired to have any conversation. A few of the women stared at me with obvious distaste but I tried to ignore them. When we got back to the prison, the guards herded us into the shower room where we began to wash the filth from our bodies.

I was absorbed in washing my hair when I felt a violent blow to my lower back that put me on my knees. Another blow to my ribs sent me sprawling while I tried to clear the hair and soap from my eyes to determine the source of the attack. But someone grabbed my arms and pulled them over my head while someone else grabbed my ankles, stretching me out on the shower room floor. Another blow to my stomach emptied my lungs of air and I struggled to free myself but to no avail.

"Wha. . .Wha. . .Who are . . ." I was trying desperately to halt the attack on me. The water from the shower was hitting me in the face and I couldn't see anything. I felt my legs being pulled apart and stretched wide until I thought they were going to be torn from my body. Something large was pressing against my pussy and I struggled some more but whoever held me was a lot stronger than I.

The object was pressing harder and harder until I felt my pussy expand and the thing entered me.

I screamed when I felt the enormity of this "thing" pressing inside me. More and more it penetrated and more and more I was certain my pussy was being torn apart. I fought with all my strength but it wasn't enough to stop the onslaught against my sex. Hands began to slap my tits while I wailed and screamed in pain.

Wet towels began to lash at me and I screamed even more while the shaft began to slide in and out of my tortured pussy. I begged, I pleaded, I implored my attackers to have mercy but the assault continued

"Why?", I cried but the attack continued. I was kicked and prodded, punched and pinched and that ungodly thing between my legs began to shove in and out like a giant cock. Someone was slapping my tits until I thought they would come off. Another punch to my stomach emptied my lungs and I puked all over myself. A blow to the side of my head knocked me unconscious.

I came to as my head was being forced down into a toilet bowl. The murky water covered my face and I struggled to free myself to breathe but I couldn't I held my breath as long as I could before trying once again to breathe but all I succeeded in doing was inhaling a mouthful of the repulsive contents of the bowl. My head was lifted by my hair as I gulped a lungful of air before I was pushed down again into the stinking water. The sound of water splashing into the bowl met my ears and I realized that someone was pissing on me. I fought and kicked but there were too many of them. Everything began to turn black as my lungs fought for air. Once again I passed out.

When I came to, my attackers had fled and I lay on the floor of the showers. Every bone and muscle in my body screamed in protest when I tried to sit up. Between my legs protruded a baseball bat halfway up my pussy. My tits were purple and there were large bruises on my sides, my legs and my stomach. Gently, I pulled the bat out of my and inspected the lips of my sex. There was no blood and hopefully no long term damage done but I was so sore I couldn't bear to touch myself.

I struggled to my feet and brushed my hair from my eyes. At that moment one of the guards came into the showers and laughed when he saw me.

"Ah, punta, a little disagreement, perhaps?"

I scowled at him and grabbed a towel, both to dry myself and shield my body from his stare.

"Come! You must be back in your cell!"

I staggered along behind him, wondering why I was the victim of the attack.