Chapter 3. Training Cells
Once inside the bunker like building it was obvious this part of the compound
was not new. A little trickle of water flowed down the center of the passage.
And the pungent smell was unmistakable, female prison - sweat, urine, and female
juices. These are the places in Khym that few talk about but everyone knows
exist. Places the society condones but wants kept secret. They provide the under
pinning of a strange but effective social order, I admit a twisted morality but
none the less one that has lasted thought time. Most women here are serving
sentences for rebel activities, or crimes, and even a few choose this life to
fulfill some strange inner need. Near the city there is a secluded beach those
with these need display themselves to meet plantation owners seeking slaves.
Though I have not been there, now I will have to make it my business to visit.
Looking down the passage I saw that two of the cell doors where bolted shut.
Each had a chalkboard on the wall next to the door. The first one read Maria
English, 28 training level 4. Next to the board hung a three-stranded whip and
set of straps with locking buckles. On one of the straps was mounted two long
thick dildos. The short thicker one had a hole though the center with a plug at
the end, for holding in enemas, the other was longer, covered in large black
rubber studs. Double plugs like these were for arduous discipline. Green paint
flaked off the metal as I slid the two bolts back on the cell door. It was dark
inside. I found the light control below the chalkboard and switch it on.
Somewhere deep in the cell a ceiling light give off enough of a glow to see. At
first I thought the cell was empty but on the far wall was an iron cot. It had
no mattress. Laying on it was a naked woman, chain on her back with her arms
shackled out over her head to one end and her ankles wide to the support posts
at the other. It did not surprise me that she was naked but that her breasts
where so huge, not just large but by any standards huge. So large that they
flopped to either side, with big dark oval aureole to match. Her entire head was
encased in a rubber helmet with an opening for her mouth, held wide open by a
steel ring gag strapped to the helmet. Hearing me come in, she arched her back,
wriggling her chest as best she could in the tight chains. 'Mmmmm', she moaned,
trying to communicate. I placed a hand under her right tit. I was wet and very
heavy. Drops of viscous pale yellowish milk formed on her inch long thick brown
nipples, quickly growing into little streams, running down the sides of each
engorged breast. Raising her hips she said in garbled voice, 'Please Sir fuck
me! Let me cum, fuck me hard'. Her hairless pubes where wet with vaginal juices.
I rubbed the prominent labia with one hand and leaded over, 'First I have a few
questions for you'. 'Yes Sir! I will answer. You don't have to whip me.' She
responded. 'Tell me how did you got here.' I asked. 'I was an editor on the Khym
Daily, and when my sister disappeared a few years ago I started looking for her.
One day I was arrested for stealing money from the paper. I didn't do it. There
was short trial I was brought here. That was two years ago. I have been a naked
slave ever since. They told me if I plead guilty it would help. After two weeks
of interrogation I begged to plead guilty. Every thing I owned was sold and all
records of me erased. Please Sir now will you fuck me! Please touch my clit let
me cum! Please Sir!' she moaned, thrusting her hips up and down. Leaning closer
I squeezed one tit in my hand, the hot wet skin was tight, blue veins pulsed
just beneath the surface. A spurt of milk squirted onto the stone floor. 'What
is your sister's name?' I questioned. 'Kayla English, Sir' she responded. I
stood up, that was a name I knew. When I got back to the office I would have to
pull her file. I could hear her begging to be fucked, as I bolted the door.
Across the passage was another board reading Cynthia Cortez, 19, training level
3. A whip also hung next to the board, but no dildo harness. I opened the rust
pocked door. The young blond female was chained standing in the middle of her
cell, bend forward at the waist, arms shackled high behind her to a ceiling
chain, a neck chain ran to a floor ring. She was very thin, except for her
enormous breasts that hung like engorged cows udders beneath her bend torso.
They where almost perfectly round, stretching at the tops where they met her
chest, with elongated nipples pointing straight down. She had the face and body
of a high fashion model, leggy, long waisted, silky olive skin coated with a
glowing sheen of moisture. As I walked around her, she shifted her weight from
one leg to another, trying to get some relief from the large dildos strapped
deep within her. 'Did they give you an enema?' I asked, seeing her bulging belly
and anal plug. 'Yes Sir, three quarts this morning' she whispered. Her pink
nipples had started to stiffen and leak fluid. 'Tell me about your lactation'.
She moaned and answered, 'They forced me to lactate. Twice a day for three
months they injected some special medication into my nipples with a long needle.
It was awful! Soon my breasts started to grown, and produce milk. I used to be
a C cup, but look at me now, I don't know how big I am. And I am so aroused all
the time! I can't control myself. I need to cum so badly.' Tears started flowing
down her cheeks as she continued. ' That was a year ago, now I produce milk all
the time, over a quart a day from each tit. They milk me on a machine like a
cow, chained on all fours, every day unless I am being punished like now. I am
so full, I feel like I will burst!' How did you get here?' I asked. She took a
deep breath, her leaking nipples distending. 'I had just started at the
University. Some of us girls went to an anti-government demonstration, as we
where walking home I was picked up by Security and taken in for questioning.
They found out I had no close relatives and was from Marta province. After a
week of interrogation, a lawyer they gave me said I should plead guilty and I
would get off with probation. Every time my lawyer visited me I had to suck his
cock as payment. I had never done that before. I knew I couldn't take another
day being chained naked to the wall in my cell so I pleaded guilty. I was
brought before the Judge with only a skirt on, in chains. My lawyer was there
too and a man I didn't know. I was sentenced to five years, but for some reason
I ended up here and not in prison.' She sucked in another breath struggling in
her chains, swollen teats swaying back and forth beneath her. 'Please Sir tell
them to milk my udders, Please!' Squirts of milk fell in the floor with each
breath, beads of sweat formed on elongated taught globs. I gave one teat a hard
slap, gushing out a thick stream. She pleaded, 'Please don't stop! I need to be
milked! It was time to get back to my house.
But as I bolted the door a guard appeared at the far end of the passage with a
prisoner. The guard, a tall very muscular female dressed in knee high black
boots, low cut khaki shorts and a sleeveless khaki vest was one I had seen on an
early trip to the General's plantation. Her name was Bree, she and her sister
Brit worked for the General, training prisoners. Both had at one time served in
the prison system. On her web belt hung a short electric prod, handcuffs and a
leather whip. She was over six feet tall, a bodybuilder figure, hugely muscled.
The guard dwarfed her charge, a fleshy naked prisoner in her twenties. The girl
was being shuffled along in tight ankle chains, wrist and elbows tight behind
her back. The guard held her by the back of a wide leather neck collar, bending
her back wards as she smacked her ample thighs with a strap. 'Please don't take
me to punishment, please not again.' She pleaded. The guard acknowledged me and
as she slammed the prisoner into the wall, ordering her to stand still while she
opened a cell door. The girl grunted, pressing her small saggy breasts against
the bricks. 'The General would like it if you could wait here, he needs to see
you before you leave.' She said. I told her I would wait.
She roughly pushed the shackled girl into the cell, un-cuffed her arms and
re-cuffed them to a bar that hung from the ceiling. When she finished
re-chaining her ankles wide to the floor rings, the guard tightened the ceiling
chain using a crank on the wall, her feet unable to touch the floor. 'Now Cora I
am going to teach you a lesson they don't teach in college! Your going to spend
a week in here finding out what happens when you slack off at your pony
training. Lets start with a little taste.' Smiled the guard, as she took a long
braided whip from the wall. 'Nooo please nooo don't beat me. I will do anything,
anything, Ahaaaa', she screamed as the whip bit into her white plump thighs.
After a few minutes both where streaming with sweat. The guard took off her
vest, wiping her hard small breasts with it. She then slipped out of her shorts.
Wearing only boots and a small thong that barely covered her mound she resumed
whipping the nude suspended prisoner. The girl howled, thrashing in her chains
as the whip bit into her full thighs. She clenched her big butt cheeks, yelping
as lash after lash scored red welts into her bare flesh. Resting for a moment
the guard reached into her thong, unashamedly stroking her clit in satisfaction,
as her prisoner gasped for air, head tossed back. I turned at the sound of the
outer outdoor closing. It was the General.
'Sorry to keep you, but an agent of mine has just returned and I want you to
hear the report. Let's go around the corner there is a cell where we can sit
down.' I followed him to a large cell with an old wooden table and two chairs
behind it. We sat down as a woman entered the cell in the company of a guard.
She was quite a beauty for a woman in her late forties, shoulder length dark
hair, high cheekbones and full lips. Wearing a thin sleeveless white cotton
dress that clung to her body she stood at strict attention, legs wide, arm
behind her. Bare foot, her ankles connected by a light chain. The buttons of her
dress opened to below her naval showing off the inner sides of a large mature
bust. With a nod from the General she spoke. 'I have just returned from Gala
province. The rebels are planning an offensive in a few months to take the
provincial capital. They plan to kidnap the wives of several high officials to
see if they can get some of the Security Forces transferred out of the region.
It's all very secret. They have no idea that I now work for you, but I don't
know how long that will last. If I am found out I will be tortured and made a
pain slave. I am sure! There are two main bases in Cordoba just across the
boarder. That is where they plan to keep the women they kidnap. It looks like
they have more recruits from the university. I saw some of them being trained to
fight. I could tell they where new. The rebels believe women should be trained
even harder then men, so they start with the new ones being trained totally
naked. They must earn clothing as they go along. Of the six I saw two had on
pants, one just a thong and the rest where naked. They had just gotten back from
a 20-mile forced march with full packs.' The General gave another nod. 'Good
work Cortina, you will be rewarded before your next assignment. You may leave.'
Once she was gone he turned to me. 'I have many agents like Cortina throughout
Khym, at the university, in government and with the rebels in the jungle but we
still don't have the full picture. You see how serious the situation has become.
But I think we can handle it. I plan to substitute the wives of these officials
with out own agents. They will be new prisoners who are told they can get time
off their sentences if they perform this duty. Now I must go. Your car has been
brought over. Take your time looking around.'
As we parted I walked past the cell where the guard had been punishing the new
prisoner. The door was still open. The young prisoner, now on her knees, arms
shackled behind her was leaning forward in front of the guard. The guard was
holding her thong to one side with one hand. With the other she held the
prisoner by her hair, pressing her face firmly against her shaved brown pubes.
The whipped girl lapped eagerly between her guard's powerful thighs. 'That's it
bitch use that little tongue. Stick it deep in my cunt. Now work it over my
clit! Slowly. When you're done your going to wash my ass. Or do you want more of
the whip on your tits.' The girl moaned and renewed her efforts.
The sun blazed over head as I got in my car. The young student still hung from
the beam, head fallen forward, each breath coming heavy, her body covered with
thick raised welts. The black ponygirl now fully hooded continued to step high
in her endless circles. As did the older white female, with the addition of a
leather strap harness holding her pendulous breasts up and out. A sudden stream
of pee sprayed down her hard thighs. Little bells clamped to her raised nipples
tinkled.
