93

FOUR

As days became weeks and weeks became a month, nothing changed. I slaved in the fields each day, pulling the plow as the farmer drove me with his whip. I watched my body transform into a tight, muscular form that was able to endure punishment and even look forward to it. I reveled in the ability to perform hard work; something I had never been required to do. And, even more startling, my body was in a constant state of arousal.

At night, my need was satisfied by an endless stream of guards who used me for their own selfish purposes; not realizing that they were fulfilling my desires at the same time. I had become simply an animal seeking pleasure wherever I could find it. The other women prisoners were aware of my nightly depravities but, aside from no longer attacking me physically, they shunned my every attempt to become friends.

As time passed, I found that I was pretty much left alone during our noon break in the fields. Gradually, I worked my way back from the fields ostensibly to find some shade to sit in while I ate my plate of beans and tortillas. Seeing my chance one day, I decided to make a break for it.

While the guards were busy harassing two of the other women prisoners, I slipped behind a large tree and made a dash for the jungle. Barefoot and naked, I moved silently into the heavy undergrowth and dove beneath a large plant to look back and see if I was being followed. No one had noticed my disappearance.

Without thinking much about what a naked white woman in the middle of the jungle was going to do, I plunged into the jungle. Moving as fast as I could, the vines and branches tore at my flesh but I kept going. After an hour, I stopped to rest; breathing heavily and sweating. It was then that I heard the dogs.

They had picked up my scent and were getting closer and closer. I started to run once again but I had no idea what direction to go in. The barking dogs kept getting closer and closer while I struggled to find a way through the dense jungle. When I came to a small clearing, I collapsed. Totally exhausted, I couldn't move another step. In a few minutes the dogs were in the clearing along with three of the prison guards.

"Hey, punta, why you run away? Don't you like our company?" The guards laughed as I knelt on my hands and knees, gasping for breath.

"Jorge, the perros have worked hard! Don't you think they should be given a treat?"

" Si ! Si ! Bring the dogs over here!"

It suddenly dawned on me what they had in mind and I started to stand up but one of the guards pushed down on my shoulders.

"No! No! punta. You must be nice to our dogs. They have worked hard to find you. See? Their tongues are hanging out from all off that work."

There were three of them; one for each of the guards. They allowed them to run free and one of them came up behind me and began to sniff at my rear. I tried to crawl away but the guard holding my shoulders kept me from doing so. The dog's tongue began to lick at my crack and soon found the lips of my pussy.

"Ohhhh, noooo! Please! Don't do this!" I cried, tears forming in my eyes. My pleas went unanswered as the dog suddenly mounted my back and I felt his little cock brushing against my pussy. Before I knew it, he was inside me and I could feel the knob expand as his cock penetrated me to the fullest. He only pumped three or four times before I could feel the warm semen erupt from his shaft, filling my pussy with dog-cum while he bit lightly on my neck.

With an audible "pop", he was pulled from inside me and another dog was lifted to take his place.

"Oh, God!", I cried, degradation consuming me. The second dog was pumping in and out of my now sopping wet pussy and shamefully I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Again, the dog finished quickly and was replaced by the third. At this point I was rocking back and forth, my tits swinging obscenely beneath me while the dog thrust in and out of my heated cunt. Just as I thought I would faint from lust, the dog stiffened and shot his wad into me. I collapsed on the ground, looking for a hole to climb into. Never had I suffered such humiliation and degradation, yet found the experience highly erotic.

I was pulled to my feet and my hands cuffed behind me. Dog-cum ran down my thighs while I blushed shamefully. Back through the woods we marched and I was shocked to find that I had barely penetrated the jungle. When we reached the clearing, the other women prisoners stared at me with what I hoped was sympathy. Rather than putting me back on the plow, I was placed on the back of a jeep and driven back to the prison.

I was manhandled into the Warden's office and my legs kicked out from beneath me so that I was kneeling in front of his desk. A guard's hand pushed my head down. The warden rose from behind his desk and walked around in front of me. I stared at his shoes with the guards hand firmly against the back of my head.

"93, you have made a huge mistake. Had you seen fit to continue working in the field, you may have been able to finish your term here in San Joaquin relatively easy. Do your know what we do with prisoners who attempt to escape?"

"No," I whisper.

"What?"

"No, Warden, sir."

"We make your life a living hell. Guards, take her to my playroom."

I was lifted to my feet and hustled out of the office. A short distance down the hall was another door that we went through to reach a flight of stairs leading down. Far below the prison was the Warden's "playroom"; a chamber I can only describe as a dungeon. Every imaginable device of torture could be found there and I shuddered as I thought of the many uses that could be applied to me.

Roughly I was pushed into a "chair" that had only two wooden pieces for a seat that were shaped like an inverted "V". My legs were strapped to the front legs and my arms to the back of the chair. A strap was placed around my chest, just below my tits, and bound tightly to the chair. I could move my head but nothing more. My legs were spread apart, obscenely revealing my gaping pussy. To make matters worse, the back of the chair suddenly tilted backwards to a 45 degree angle.

The Warden entered the room and stood before me, looking down at me with a leer. He had removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

"You are a beautiful woman. It will be a pleasure to hear you scream."

"Don't hold your breath," I replied gamely. Inwardly, I felt no bravado. This was not going to be pleasant.

One of the guards wheeled a cart over next to the chair and a glance told me that it was going to be far from pleasant. A pair of wires extending from a large black box terminated in small alligator clips. Another pair of wires from the same box also had alligator clips and still a fifth ended in a metal shaft about eight inches long and an inch thick.

I grimaced as the clips were placed on my nipples. The initial pain subsided quickly and I was stunned to see my nipples harden under the pressure of the clips. Distracted, I was surprised when the other clips were placed on the lips of my pussy. The final indignity came when the metal shaft was oiled and slid up my ass.

"This will keep us occupied until your fellow prisoners are returned from the fields to witness our punishment. We have found that this is a great deterrent to others who think escape is possible."

I began to perspire heavily. Breath deep, I thought, and don't let him see you're afraid.

The Warden took up the box and held a knob on one side of it. Grinning slightly, he turned the knob and a jolt hit me in the chest like a baseball bat. My lungs emptied and my eyes protruded from my head while it felt as if my body was going to explode. I could hear deafening screams and realized that they were my own. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, it seemed an eternity. I sank back in the chair, gasping for breath.

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, God in heaven! Please! Don't do this!"

The next jolt came to my pussy and it felt as if someone had stuck a knife in me. Within the limited movement allowed me, I shook in a paroxysm of agony. Again my screams echoed through the room.

"Unnnhhhhh! Oh, Jesus! You bastard! You son-of-a-bitch! Oh, God, noooooo!!!!."

They started to alternate the current between my ass and my tits until I was bouncing up and down like a puppet; screaming at the top of my lungs. Sweat poured off of me and at some point I lost control of my bladder and pissed all over the floor. Even well after the current had stopped, my muscles continued to twitch and spasm. I fought to get my breath and focus my eyes; the ability of which had left me.

"This will be your cell at night from now on, 93. You will work in the mill during the day and returned here at night. No more fucking the guards. Oh, yes, I am fully aware of your debaucheries. I considered it a harmless diversion for my employees but it appears you were enjoying it far too much. We will see how much you enjoy fucking this!"

The current stabbed me in the pussy and ass and I screamed until my throat went dry before passing out. I was brought back with a whiff of ammonia and the torture started all over again.

"Now we will proceed to the hub, or should I say nub, of your pleasure."

I watched in horror as my pussy lips were spread apart, revealing my enlarged clit. The initial stab of pain when he clipped the alligator jaw on it was nothing compared to what I felt when the first wave of electricity hit it. I never knew pain could be that excruciating. My body was jerking uncontrollably and I was screaming so loud it was deafening.

"AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" Oh, God, PLEASE! Stop! You're killing me! Oh, Jesus, my pussy!"

I have no idea how long the torture lasted. A minute seemed like an hour; an hour like a day. They moved from my pussy to my tits and back to my ass. I was like a puppet on a string; bouncing up and down; shaking like a tree in a hurricane. Each time I would faint from the pain, they would revive me and start again.

Just when I thought my brain would explode, they stopped. I guess they got tired of hearing me yell my head off or else they ran out of ammonia. In continued to shake and tremble while they undid the straps holding me into the chair. Each time I tried to say something, the only sound I could make was "ungggaaa. . .aaaaahhh. . .cccaaahhh…"

Barely conscious, I was dragged from the room by two guards who took me out into the prison courtyard. I was surprised to see that it was dusk; I had been in the torture chamber for more than six hours! Equally surprising was the crowd of other prisoners standing in a large semi-circle. There were both men and women prisoners in the crowd; the first time I had seen male prisoners in the time I had spent in the prison.

In the middle of the semi-circle stood two posts with shackles hanging from the top. I offered no resistance while my arms were raised and the shackles locked around my wrists. I stood facing the crowd of other prisoners and the old sense of exhilaration began to well up in me. Chained, naked, I hung there awaiting further agony that surely would cause me to display myself in a manner that was both obscene and erotic.

I saw the Warden out of the corner of my eye talking to one of the prison guards. The guard nodded and removed his shirt, revealing a sculptured body with huge arms. The Warden handed him a length of rubber hose before turning to me.

"93, you were warned when you arrived that nothing less than complete obedience would be tolerated here at San Joaquin. You have succeeded in adding five years to your sentence as well as suffering severe punishment. Your fellow inmates have been assembled to watch your castigation as a lesson to themselves that we accept no disregard for our rules. I will offer you a gag if you so desire."

"No."

"Very well. Your screams will demonstrate the futility of flaunting your disdain for our regulations. I hereby sentence you to fifty strokes of the whip."

Fifty! Twenty strokes when I had been first sentenced was enough to render me lifeless. Surely fifty strokes would kill me!"

"Sentence will be carried out at the rate of ten strokes per hour," the Warden continued. The prisoner will remain shackled until dawn."

I watched nervously as the guard positioned himself behind my left side. I began to tremble a bit but I was determined not to show any response to the pain in front of my fellow prisoners.

The first blow of the hose almost broke my resolve. Landing low on my hips, my body surged forward from the force of it and my eyes grew wide with surprise at the pain. I gasped while my body shook; my tits bouncing alarmingly. Through moist eyes, I saw some of the male prisoners reach down and cup their genitals. I clinched my teeth together to squelch a scream and tensed my body to await the next stroke.

After an interminable wait during which I wondered if something had changed in my sentence, the second blow struck. Again I surged forward, jerking helplessly against my restraints. A blinding agony filled my body and I lost all feeling in my legs. Helplessly, I swung by my arms; my head shaking in denial. A low moan escaped my lips before I once again pressed them together to smother a cry. Everything appeared to be in a red haze while I struggled to breathe.

The third stroke followed quickly and all resolve disappeared as I screamed in anguish; my body shuddering and my tits flying in all directions. Humiliated, I felt my bladder release once again and a stream of urine ran down my thighs while I cried out for mercy.

"Oh, God! Please! Have mercy!" I might as well have been pleading to a stone wall. Despite the cool air of the evening, I began to sweat. I looked out at the crowd of prisoners watching my torture and saw several of the women smiling at my misery. The men, however, were obviously enjoying my torment. A few, who were naked as I, were exhibiting huge erections and grinning lasciviously while they watched.

Each time my body relaxed to some extent, the hose cracked against my flesh, sending me into a paroxysm of excruciating agony. After an hour of torment, I had only received ten of the fifty strokes I had been sentenced to. My screams echoed across the prison yard with each blow, punctuated by sobs and moans while my body attempted to throw off the last hit. Sometime later, I realized that the prisoners had been returned to their cells and I was alone in the prison yard with my persecutor.

It had grown dark and a full moon lit the prison yard as if it were daylight. I shivered in the cool evening air but sweat continued to drip from my body. The quiet was interrupted by the sound of the hose exploding against me, followed by my screams of anguish. From time to time I would faint but the guard would always wait for me to regain my senses before proceeding. I was only faintly aware when another guard took the first one's place. His strength was awesome as he beat me within an inch of death.

But they were far too clever to allow me to die. Prisoners such as I were worth far more alive than dead. So I was brought to the edge many times that night, only to recover long enough to endure the next session of pain. I barely knew that the sentence was over while I hung limply by my arms. The morning came to find me alone in the prison yard, my back and sides a mass of bluish black bruises. My tangled hair hung down over my eyes and the stench of my body filled my nostrils. Not only had I urinated all over myself, but my bowels had also released sometime during the night and a pile of soft shit rested at my feet. A sense of complete degradation came over me and I sobbed in humiliation.

The sun rose higher in the sky but I was still alone in the prison yard. Finally, one of the women guards came and I anxiously awaited my release. Instead, she reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy, rubbing my clit while I gasped in surprise. Pinching and probing, she soon had me in the throes of an orgasm, the likes of which I had never known. My screams that echoed in the prison yard were those of ecstasy, unlike those of the previous night.

The woman laughed at me as she withdrew her fingers from my pussy. I was panting and trembling from the effects of my orgasm and I stared at her, puzzled by her actions.

"You are a slut, punta !" She laughed again and unlocked my hands from the shackles. "Come with me!" she ordered, moving across the prison yard. She grabbed the length of chain hanging from my collar and I stumbled after her, my body a mass of aching muscle.

We entered a building that I had seen before but never been inside of. It was hot and musty inside and the walls, floor and ceiling were stone that dripped of sweat. The smell of urine and feces was overwhelming. Down a corridor we moved, lit only by torches mounted in the wall. It was like a medieval castle from the movies but I quickly realized that it was a place of horror.

A noise sounded like a rifle shot echoed through the hall, followed by a scream. I recognized the agony behind the scream as one that I had recently experienced. Shouts that were indistinguishable reverberated from afar while my matron led me further into the sinister depths of the prison building.

We finally entered a large circular room, also lit by torches mounted in the wall. My eyes took in the dreaded sight that I had heard about. In the center of the room was a massive circular stone, set on edge, that rested atop another circular stone laying flat on the floor. Protruding from the vertical stone was a wooden shaft that served as an axle. One end was attached to another wooden shaft that rose from the lower stone to disappear into the ceiling. Attached to the end of the wooden axle was a naked woman; her back a mass of welts and stripes. Her wrists were chained to the shaft as was a chain hanging from her collar. Slowly she moved in a circle, pushing the wooden axle as the vertical stone moved along the outer edge of its base. Encouraged by a bare-chested guard with a whip, she screamed each time the whip caressed her back. Her body was drenched in sweat and her breasts swung obscenely while she pushed against the heavy shaft.

This was the infamous mill stone where the prison processed the wheat into grain for sale at the local market. Only the most incorrigible prisoners were assigned to work here and their lifespan was among the briefest of all of the prison population. I shuddered as I watched in horror while the woman circled the huge stone base.

"Jose! I've brought you another punta ! This is a gringo that needs to be taught a lesson. You can also fuck her if you want; she is a slut!"

The huge man called Jose grunted and stared at me with disdain. Wordlessly, he came and grabbed my arm, jerking me forward toward the wooden shaft. Next to the other woman prisoner, dangling from the end of the shaft, were two metal cuffs. Between them was a metal ring bolted into the wood. I watched in apprehension while the chain hanging from my collar was attached to the ring and my wrists encircled by the two metal cuffs. Already I began to sweat while I stood chained to the wooden axle.

My wait wasn't long. I heard the whistle of the whip just moments before my back exploded in pain. I heaved forward, pushing against the shaft and the heavy circular stone began to turn. Again the whip struck and I screamed, pushing hard against the shaft and churning my legs to move. A glance at the woman next to me disclosed her relief that she was not the only one to be tortured this day. Her brief respite was all too short, however, as the next stroke of the whip marked her back, bringing a cry from her throat as the two of us struggled around the circle.

Around and around we went, the whip spurring us on despite exhaustion. Each hour we were allowed five minutes to rest before resuming the tortuous path around the giant milling stone. As if in a dream, I watched as the guard fucked the woman next to me; driving his cock into her ass like a hammer. I felt myself growing moist despite my circumstances and yearned for the use of my hands. Relief was not to be as the guard finished with a brutal thrust and ordered us back to our rounds. Tears ran down the woman's cheeks and she turned to me with a look of despair. I started to speak words of comfort but my words became a wail as the whip bit into my back.

Then the strangest feeling came over me. It was if I was welcoming the bite of the whip while my thoughts dwelled on the rape of the woman next to me. I found myself yearning for the guards cock up my ass while he whipped me into a frenzy. My tits were suddenly swollen and my nipples hard as rocks as, incredulously, I began to feel aroused.

While I struggled around the circle, I began to rub my thighs together, encouraging my craving. My breath came in gasps and the woman next to me stared at me in disbelief. It was obvious what I was doing and she couldn't believe it. Neither could I!

The guard was also quick to catch on to what I was up to and he halted the wheel and grabbed my shoulder. Holding me firmly, he unlocked my wrists and collar chain, releasing me from the shaft. Throwing me to the floor, he raised my hips and slammed his cock into my ass, shoving his meat all the way up my canal until his belly bounced against my ass cheeks. I groaned in a combination of lust and pain as he began to thrust in and out of me hard.

On my hands and knees, my body was rocking back and forth; my tits swinging wildly and I was grunting like a sow. The world was centered between my legs and I reached back to touch my clit. The moment I caressed it, an orgasm exploded and I cried out in ecstasy. On and on he plunged back and forth; my ass hole filled with his meat. Another orgasm erupted and I screamed in pleasure; the loud cry echoing in the ancient chamber. Faintly I could hear his belly slap against my ass cheeks. A third orgasm threatened to render my unconscious while I fought to catch my breath.

I heard him shout a curse and felt his sperm fill my canal as he slowed his movements until he finally came to a stop. He lay atop me, breathing hard, while his cock gradually softened and slipped from my ass.

" Arriba ! Arriba ! Get up! Get up!"

I scrambled to my feet; sperm dripping from my ass down my thighs. Again my wrists were shackled to the axle and my neck locked to the shaft. Once more my fellow prisoner and I began our long journey to nowhere.