93

FIVE

It was 14 hour days at the mill stone with only a piece of bread and a cup of water for breakfast and lunch. Dinner consisted of the usual plate of beans and tortillas. After two weeks, I found my body beginning to harden, although, strangely, my tits grew even larger.

I became a favorite with the guards and was fucked daily by more than one. Each time I found myself yielding freely, experiencing a kind of eroticism in my abasement that I found surprising. As I learned later, my lasciviousness did not go undiscovered.

Each night, Maria (my companion on the axle) and I were placed in a small cubicle; no more than three feet deep, wide or high with a stone grate across the front. It was impossible to lay down inside it without placing my legs through the grate. The cubicle was void of any sense of comfort and most nights I lay awake, pondering my bleak future.

It was several weeks after I had been sentenced to the mill that Pedro, the mill guard, came to fetch me in the middle of the night. I crawled out from the cubicle to find the Warden standing in the middle of the dungeon.

"We find that we have further use for you, '93'. Please be a good girl and climb up on this table and lay on your back."

The table was an ancient rack, complete with wheel drum at one end. I hesitated, only to receive a jab from the guard's rifle in my back. Sensing that resistance was futile, I climbed up on the table and stretched my arms above my head. Quickly my wrists and ankles were shackled and the wheel turned until I was stretched taut. It was not painful but a little discomforting as I lay there, waiting for the pain to begin.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, apprehensively.

"Nothing you won't like, my dear," the Warden replied. "I hear you enjoy a little pain from time to time."

"No. . .NO! Please! Don't hurt me!"

"This will only smart a bit, don't worry,"

The female guard who had finger fucked me entered the dungeon and walked over to the rack, staring down at me.

"Ah, the shameless one!" she laughed as she stared down at me. I was beginning to perspire a bit, both from nervousness and the warm air in the dungeon. The woman had a tray in her hand but I couldn't see what was on it.

"We want to make you more attractive, '93'," the Warden announced.

The Warden bent over me with what appeared to be a pair of pliers in his hand. He grasped my left tit and began to massage my nipple until I responded. When my nipple had enlarged and grown stiff, he placed the pliers over it and "Snap!" I felt a sting and saw blood trickling from a wound. The woman handed something to him and he busied himself over my tit until his hand pulled away. In my left nipple now hung a silver ring!

Before I could protest, he had grabbed my right tit and performed the same procedure. I now had two rings hanging from my tits!

"I think we'll wait on her nose and pussy, Carmen," the Warden announced solemnly "Her tits are going to be a little tender for a couple of days."

The Warden looked down at me with a sinister smile on his lips. Pussy? Nose? I shuddered at the thought of piercing these tender parts of my body.

"93, we have occasionally provided entertainment for some of our special friends who have generously supported us financially over the years. We put on a little exhibition, using some of our more talented prisoners for their enjoyment. We believe you would be quite well received."

OK, I was being turned into a whore for the benefit of the prison. Being fucked by some politician was probably no worse than being fucked by the guards. What could I do? I didn't say anything as I was released from the rack.

I was a little surprised when I was returned to my cell. The day started like any other day when I was taken to the mill stone and chained to the axle. Maria looked at me curiously and smiled a bit when she saw the rings dangling from my nipples.

"You have been chosen, Senorita," she whispered. I started to ask what she meant but the whip against my back drove the air from my lungs and I bent to the task of moving the heavy stone. The rest of the day was spent in silence, punctuated by the sound of the whip striking our backs when the guard felt we weren't expending enough energy.

At the end of the day, instead of returning to my cell they took me out into the prison courtyard. I saw that a temporary stand had been erected in a semi-circle and men and women were seated in it. After months of no clothes I had no shame about my nudity before strangers and walked proudly before them. A low murmur arose from the crowd as I stood between the two guards holding my arms.

I sensed movement behind me and glanced backward to find another female prisoner being brought before the spectators. She was one of the Mexican women who had attacked me in the showers and when her eyes met mine, she sneered in disdain while she was brought to my side. Like me she was naked save for the collar around her neck and rings hanging from her nipples. Her olive skin shown in the dusky twilight and her breasts rose high on her chest as she haughtily threw her shoulders back. Several of the spectators applauded as we stood there stoically, awaiting whatever had been planned for the two of us. A sense of apprehension grew in me as Warden Munoz made his way before the audience.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Once again we have arranged a contest for your amusement and entertainment. These two women, prisoners 69 and 93, sentenced for horrific crimes, will engage in a contest of strength and determination until one is no longer able to continue. The winner will join you at the banquet to follow, serving you as the victor of the contest. The loser will also join you at that feast but she will not enjoy the fruits of that festivity. I know that many of you have attended these in the past and I assure you that the evening will be no less interesting."

As Munoz stepped to one side, the guards who had been holding the two of us by our arms turned us so that we were facing each other and shoved us forward. I suddenly found myself in the grasp of my opponent in this bizarre contest. Her arms pinioned mine to my sides as she squeezed me until I found myself short of breath. I began to grow dizzy while I struggled to free myself from my opponent's grasp. Her tits pressed against mine and through cloudy eyes I could see the hatred in hers. With one last super effort, I broke free of her grip and pushed her backwards.

We began to circle, each looking for an advantage. I was no longer Denise Howard from Cedar Rapids, Iowa or even '93'. I had become an animal trying to survive. I even heard myself growl as I watched my adversary eye me maliciously. In the background, I could hear the spectators encouraging us to fight and I was emboldened by their challenge. As 69 lunged toward me, I stepped to one side and delivered a right fist into her stomach. She doubled up, holding her stomach, while she retched. Seizing the opportunity, I swung again, catching her flush on the chin and sending her backwards. Her momentum sent her crashing to the ground on her back and I could hear the breath leaving her lungs in one giant gasp.

As I leaped forward to pursue my advantage, she suddenly raised her right leg and kicked me right in the pussy. Stars formed in my eyes as my hands went to my injured sex. I staggered back, massaging the lips of my cunt and trying to clear my head. While I reeled in pain, 69 got up from the ground, shaking her head. She lunged forward once again and, with one hand grabbing my pussy and the other my right tit, she spun me around and tossed me like a rubber ball across the yard. I landed face down, my tits grinding across the dirt yard and my breath leaving my lungs. The world was spinning out of control as I struggled to get back up but '69' was on top of me in a second; pounding her fists into my back and driving my face into the dirt.

She had hold of my hair and was pounding my face up and down. With one last effort, I rolled over, throwing her off and scrambled to my feet. Blood was running from my nose and I rubbed my eyes to clear the dirt. Both of us were sweating profusely as we faced each other, gasping for breath. In the background I could hear the spectators shouting and I wondered for whom. I was exhausted but determined to survive.

69 feinted to her left and I lunged. She quickly stepped to the right and landed a solid blow to the side of my head. I staggered and fell to my knees; the world spinning uncontrollably. I heard her say "Take this, bitch!" and moments later my pussy exploded in an burst of agony. I screamed in pain and fell backwards, clutching my injured sex. 69 was on me in a flash, raining blow after blow to my face, tits, stomach and kidneys. The last thing I remember hearing was the applause of the spectators as I lay moaning in the dirt.

-o0o-

The banquet room at San Joaquin prison was the complete opposite of the rest of the penal complex. The lavish room was equipped with crystal chandeliers, expensive paintings hanging on the walls, thick carpet on the floor and piped in music. The main feature of the room was a fifteen foot banquet table around which 30 of the guests were seated. The men and women had been spectators of the battle between 69 and me and were now enjoying a feast, complete with champagne, caviar and a roasted pig that adorned the center of the table.

A naked 69 was underneath the table, going from one guest to the next and either sucking cock or licking pussy. I could tell where she was in her rotation by the look on the guest's face.

And I was the guest of honor, so to speak. Placed at the head of the banquet table, I could see everything that was going on. That is, if I could see through teary eyes.

A metal shaft stood several feet from the end of the table and an inverted piece of angle iron jutted from it some 4 or 5 feet above the floor. It was on top of this piece of iron that I sat; my legs on either side and the inverted V planted firmly in my pussy. My arms were laced together from wrist to shoulder behind my back, rendering them useless and causing my tits to thrust forward. Countering this were weights hanging from the rings in my nipples, making me bend forward and increasing the pressure on my tortured cunt. If that weren't enough, weights hung from my ankles to increase my agony.

The pain was growing exponentially as I hung there on the "horse". My pussy felt as if it were on fire and my tits felt like they were stretching clear down to the floor. I began to sob hysterically but the men and women beneath me ignored my cries.

Warden Munoz came and attached thin cables to my ankles and I watched in horror as my legs began to lift up and out until they were almost horizontal to the floor. My entire weight was now on the iron bar, slicing through my pussy until I thought I would die. I began to moan, then sob, and in moments I was screaming a the top of my lungs. The dinner guests turned their attention to me (since they could no longer carry on a conversation) and began to laugh at my misery.

Weights were added to those hanging from my tits and my agony intensified. I was bent forward, placing even more stress against my pussy. Sweat dripped from my body and puddle on the floor beneath me. Strangely, a sense of eroticism began to develop as I tried to find a position that allowed me some relief. In doing so, I began to grunt and gasp; my body rocking back and forth. My tits were bouncing obscenely but all I thought about was the knife slicing through my cunt. My clit had become engorged and stood out like a little prick as I rode that rail to an orgasm.

My screams had now become moans and pants while I rocked back and forth. My pain had now become a source of pleasure that surpassed anything I had ever know before. Orgasm after orgasm exploded inside me until it was one continuous orgasm. I was slobbering like a baby and shaking like I had palsy. The dinner party had gathered around me watching my shameless performance but I didn't care. My only thought was to achieve the next orgasm. While I was shrieking like a banshee, I lost consciousness.

-o0o-

I awoke in a small room deep in the bowels of the prison. I was on my knees with my face pressed against the floor and someone was pounding their cock deep into my ass. There were perhaps a dozen or more people in the dimly lit room, both men and women. All of them were naked and several were busily engaged in fucking. The sound of heavy rock music beat in the background with surreal lighting flashing on and off.

One of them at least was pounding his cock into my ass, driving me forward with each thrust. I gasped with each push, my tits swinging obscenely beneath me. My head is lifted by my hair and a cock appears at my face and I instinctively take it into my mouth. I swallow the thick piece of meat and begin sucking and licking the throbbing organ. I am in a whirl of eroticism; my brain feels as if it will explode from the overload of lust. The man behind me reaches beneath me and flicks my bulging clit, sending me into a screaming frenzy of wantonness. The music fills my ears with a solid drum beat, heightening my lust. I swallow the cock in my mouth and stifle my gag senses. In mere moments, the three of us come at the same instance.. My mouth fills with the man's semen and I swallow quickly but still some dribbles down my chin. My own juices are flowing down my thighs to mix with the cum dripping from my ass. I collapse on the floor from exhaustion.

The door opens briefly and a male prisoner is ushered into the room. A massive black man, he is quickly stripped and I gasp at the size of his cock as it hangs half way down his thigh. He is quickly bound with his arms high over his head and his feet spread wide. I am steered beneath him and unhesitatingly take his monstrous cock between my lips. As I suck and lick at the thick shaft, they begin to lash his back. I can hear the crack of the whip against his flesh and he surges forward with each stroke, sending his cock deep into my throat. A voice at my ear whispers, "He will be whipped until you bring him to climax."

I suck and lick faster and faster while the cries of the black man echo through the room, mingling with the laughter of the guests and the rock music which seems to grow even louder. . His cock grows harder and begins to pulsate and his body starts to thrust back and forth. My emotions are a kaleidoscope of sensations. I am in a maelstrom like I have never experienced before. Orgasm after orgasm sweeps over me until there is no break. Sweat drips from my body and my eyes blur until I can only dimly make out my surroundings. My breath is coming in huge gasps as I lick and swallow the dark shaft sliding down my throat. My ears are roaring with only the faint echo of screams and moans coming from above. And then he comes.

Stream after stream of cum fill my mouth and throat. I swallow frantically, sensing that I must not lose a drop. My head continues to bob up and down while his semen empties into my throat. Despite my efforts, his spunk drips down my chin onto my breasts. I whimper in dejection, feeling I have somehow failed. His cock becomes limp between my lips and I sit back, still gasping for breath.

And now it is my turn. I am lifted to my feet and my arms lifted high over my head. I feel chains attached to my wrists and my body is raised until I am on my tiptoes. Hands grab my ankles and spread my legs far apart and anchor them until I am hanging spread-eagled. The black man is released and takes his position kneeling between my thighs. His bald head is inches from my sopping wet pussy and I moan in desperation, waiting for relief.

A man and a woman take their positions on either side of me. In their hands are long slender canes, no more than a quarter inch thick. The man draws his cane across my back gently, measuring my flesh. At the same time the woman presses her cane against my breasts, causing my nipples to swell and harden. I feel a sense of exhilaration despite the ominous threat of a whipping. I am on display before strangers; a spectacle that months ago would have seemed unthinkable. They are waiting for me to scream in anguish, twist and squirm beneath the lash. At the same time I will be subject to ecstasy between my thighs. The anticipation brings a slight shudder through my body.

The cane strikes my back, just above the curve of my buttocks and I scream. My body thrusts forward as if to escape the agony only to be met by a downward slash from the cane against my breasts. Another scream quickly follows and my body begin to writhe. I feel the black man's tongue deep in my pussy and I instinctively thrust my hips forward.

Again the two canes strike and I am screeching so loud it is deafening while my hips thrust back and forth in response to the black's tongue. I glance down and see red welts rising from my tits but, strangely, my nipples are hard as rocks. The woman notices also and brings the cane across my tits, burying the slender reed deep in my tender flesh and bringing forth the most intense cry I have ever released.

Back and forth they send me with their blows. Sweat pours from my body as I twist and struggle while a building orgasm rises in my groin. When it comes, I throw back my head and shout at the top of my lungs.

"Harder! Harder! Whip me harder! Oh, God, I'm coming!"

Suddenly I am transformed into an animal seeking only gratification. The pain has blended in with my passion until there is no difference. My body is bucking and heaving wildly, threatening to tear my arms from my shoulders, yet I don't feel any pain. It is the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. I yearn for the use of my legs so that I can wrap them around the black's head and pull him closer. My tits are on fire and I wish that I could caress them. My back burns with a thousand flames but it only makes me more insatiable. Everything is a blur and there is a roaring in my ears that I realize are my screams. Not screams of agony but screams of pleasure.

"Oh, Jesus! My pussy's on fire! Someone fuck me! Please FUCK MEEEEE!!!"

The voice was mine but beyond anything I had ever even thought of saying until that moment.

It goes on and on. The canes fall with increasing frequency and my body is a whirl of movement. My sweat flies in all directions and I have thrown back my head, surrendering to the hysteria of lust. The whipping stops momentarily and I feel a stiff cock thrust into my ass. The feeling is unbelievable. My body is attacked from both sides while I moan and whimper. No one is paying attention to me any longer; they are all fucking and sucking. The entire room is one gigantic orgy. My brain is in overload from all of the sensations I experience. It is more than I can handle. I black out.

When I come to, I am no longer hanging by my wrists. I lay on the floor while around me everyone is either fucking or sucking. The music drowns out the moans and cries and the heavy drum beat matches the beat of my heart.

Carla, the woman who whipped me in the cat fight earlier (my god, was it tonight?) comes into the room. A whispered conversation between her and some of the guests ends with her laughing quietly while staring at me. She quickly peels off the thin shift she was wearing and kneels beside me.

"Want to fuck me?" she asked, and laughed silently as she reached out and kissed me. The music is deafening now and everyone is crowded around the two of us, shouting obscenities and slapping at our naked bodies. Someone produces a huge double dildo that must have been eighteen inches long. I am lifted until I am on my hands and knees and Carla crawls around me, also on her hands and knees until our two asses touch each other. I feel the dildo at the entrance to my pussy and then it is thrust inside me until I gasp. A soft moan behind me tells me that Carla has received the other end. A slight movement forward and then Carla plunges backward, driving the dildo deeper inside me. I cry out and return the thrust, our fleshy asses bouncing against each other.

Back and forth we drive, riding the dildo like two frantic animals while the crowd around us are chanting and screaming and the beat of the music fills my brain until I am screaming and thrusting and moaning and gasping. Sweat drips from our bodies as we work in tandem; out tits swinging obscenely beneath us. An orgasm hits me and I cry out. Another quickly follows but Carla doesn't slow her movements. Now it is one continuous orgasm that takes my breath away and I move faster and faster. The slap of our sweat covered asses blends with the yelling of the crowd and the ever louder music.

My ears are roaring and my breath is coming in gasps as the two of us rock back and forth. I hear screaming and I'm not sure if it is me, Carla, or someone in the crowd. The center of the universe is in my pussy.

The two of us collapse in exhaustive gratification.