Birondian Prison

[SirStef]

Some legal heat was on me in Canada, so while I had the chance I decided to take my bag of money and head for Birondia.
There I met an attractive young American tourist and shortly got a steamy relationship started. Then out of the clear blue, she dumps me. After spending so much time and money on her, this really annoyed me so I came up with an evil plan to get her back. I planted the last of my precious marijuana stash in her purse and notified the local authorities of this 'drug carrying' woman.
Well, the original intention was revenge but the result was beyond my wildest dreams. In her defence, she told the police that she'd just dumped the complainant and it was I who probably framed her. The police contacted me to ask if I'd like to witness her 'interview.'
Turns out I'd done a few influencial people a favor, as they were a bunch of sadistic bastards who loved nothing more than an excuse to capture and use attractive 'gringo' women. The vengeance for me was incredible watching the brutal treatment they gave this stupid bitch.
That was several years ago and once I learned how the game was played I worked into their perverted tastes, winning favors, getting into their employ and workiing my way up to superintendant of the federal women's prison.
The local police chiefs had been instructed, when apprehending attractive female suspects, to notify the local magistrate, who of course was a slimy, corrupt SOB much like me, and myself before beginning any 'interviews.'
As a result, one day I received a call that the local constabulary had caught another drug carrying tourist who called herself Kim.

[yub]

The big man opens my handbag. He puts its contents on the desk. There are the joints, covered in paper, perhaps a dozen of them. There are normal cigarettes, too.

"What is this, slut?", the man asks me.

I am frightened. I try to speak respectfully.

"Cigarettes, Sir."

"They will be examined. And this? What?"

He takes one of my joints. I can't see any sense of denial.

"It is a marijuana cigarette, Sir."

"So you are guilty. Take her arms, boys."

The two policemen take my handcuffed arms, forcing me on my knees. The big man steps up to me and gives me two enormous slaps in the face.

"Did you deserve it, whore?"

My tears are coming.

"Yes, Sir, i did."

He gives me two more. I start to sob.

"Hand her over to the guards, saying that she has to be placed in a private cell, remaining in handcuffs. I will visit her."

I am led away.

[yub]

The policeman presents me to a prison guard.

"Put her in a private cell, that is the command of the lieutenant, and keep her handcuffed."

The guard opens and examines my mouth, and paws all areas of my body. I scream when he touches my crotch, but i get another big slap. It seems to me i will be slapped by anyone i meet. And haven't they female guards? I feel deep humiliation.

My cell is very small and has no furniture at all. I try to sit on the stone floor, kneeling and sitting on my heels, my hands cuffed together behind my back. It is rather unpleasant and i begin to think about sitting with uplifted knees, when the door opens and the big man in khaki dress enters. The lieutenant.

Without any preamble he grabs my breasts and lifts me, placing me in standing posture.

"Stand up, slut, if I enter."

"Sorry, Sir."

He is grinding my nipples painfully.

"Listen, filthy bitch. The judge and the superintendent of the federal female prison will call soon to interrogate you. Show respect and answer obediently. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Now you lift your left knee and put your left sole of foot on your right knee."

I obey, understanding nothing.

"You will stand so until they arrive. Am i understood? You will be observed."

"I understand, Sir."

He grinds my nipples painfully again. Then he leaves me, standing on one leg.

After a while it means infernal pain.

[SirStef]

"Senor Martin, welcome. You're here to view our new suspect?" greets the police lieutenant.

"No, I've missed your lousy coffee for a few weeks, I'm here to get my monthly fix of the crap! Of course I'm here to see the suspect" I retort, "Let's see the bitch."

He dispatches a subordinate to fetch her. When they bring her into the office, there's blood on her face and clothes. "The judge is going to be pissed when he gets here; you know your not to rough them up before we see them. Clean her up. And, I guess you're going to have to get rid of her bloody clothes too," I order.

When the judge arrives, the first thing he notices is her swollen lip. No words were neccessary with the scowl he gave the lieutenant. "Hmm, nice. Not fair skinned , but she'll still be popular."

She certainly would be. She had the smooth, tawny skin of a local but was young, about twenty, I'd say, appeared to have been fairly muscular and athletic, but just starting to soften in that delicious way young women do when first maturing. Long wavy dark brown hair surrounded an attractive face that featured full, luscious lips. Not huge breasts, but a good handful and very firm. Waist still trim and legs nicely, fully rounded; cute, small feet.

The judge and I just sat back to watch the procedings. These guys new what we wanted to see. "Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you in our country? Who are you carrying drugs for?" Question after question in rapid fire, shouted intimidatingly. She was so scared and befuddled she couldn't get an answer out before the next question was screamed at her.

"No answers?" the lieutenant screamed, "you two, bend her over the desk, "Fernadez, show her how you use that belt other than to hold your pants over your fat ass."

With that two junior constables grabbed her arms, crushing her face and body down accross the lieutenant's desk. Fernandez wasn't long slipping the wide, heavy belt from his uniform pants.

"Well?" screamed the boss at his subordinate, "you going to fondle it all day or use it on her?"

From about three feet back came an overhand swing down over a beautifully rounded ass cheek. After a loud 'crack', a scream and some kicking another maximum over hand swing came down on the other cheek. Again the pain was allowed to sink in before moving to one side so the next blow would be accross the upper part of both cheeks. On and on - let her kick and scream a bit before the next blow was delivered, with great skill, just below the last until the redness had taken over her whole generous bottom and the belt was now punishing the crease at the top of her thighs.

Of course with the continuous screaming and crying, she wasn't answering any questions. The 'interrogation' had gone on for about fifteen minutes. By now the only thing coming from her was meaningless blubbering and crying. "Looks like she doesn't want to offer any information," announced the judge, "she'll stand trial in my court in the morning."

"That'll be good, then she'll be in my prison by the weekend," I confided to the judge, "she'll be the highlight of the party scheduled for Saturday night."

There was no doubt, judging by the lumps in the pants of the constibles, that our show tonight had one more act. the still sobbing, almost senseless, naked 'suspect' was forced to her knees in the middle of the floor. It wasn't a minute before six men were spewing their cum all over her face and hair.

"Tonight's interview is done. Have her ready - and presentable - for her trial in the morning," the lieutenant directed the thugs who were his subordinates, "and any of you fucking her before them will be fired."

[yub]

I don't dare to move. Still standing on one leg, in maddening pain, i hear footsteps on the corridor. Two policemen enter, laughing when they see how i am standing. They take off my handcuffs and grab my arm from left and right.

"Come, slut. You will be interrogated."

There is the big lieutenant with another policeman in the room. Another gentleman is sitting there, with an interesting face which i find attractive from the first moment. He seems clever and sensitive, but at the same time stubborn and self-confident. He says, seeing the blood on my face and clothes:

"The judge is going to be pissed when he gets here."

So he is not the judge. He is the superintendent of the Birondian Federal Female Prison. At his wish, i am taken in a bathroom and cleaned up. But i don't get back my clothes. Even my thong and bra are taken away. My sandals remain in the bathroom, too. When the judge arrives, i face six men stark naked. I am so ashamed that i hardly hear the questions i am asked. And I have no time to answer. My name is Kim Perkins but they put it down as Kim Sopkins. No chance my people can find me here.

Because i can't answer i am bent over the desk and one of the policemen beats my bottom cruelly with his belt. I am whipped ruthlessly for about fifteen minutes. I am squirming, kicking, crying, choking in my tears. They interpret this so that i am not willing to cooperate. The judge says i will have my trial next morning.

They make me kneel in the center of the room, and i find myself surrounded by six male organs, every one squirting its juice in my face, in my mouth, in my hair, on my body.

I am not washed. The policemen lead me away naked, with all the cum on me. Two prison guards take me back in my private cell, putting on my handcuffs again. They put on me a rather curious steel object, too, which keeps my mouth open and doesn't let me speak. I cannot swallow my saliva, it flows down on my chin. My jaws are aching cruelly.

They don't leave. Laying me on the stone floor, they fuck me, one after another, in a very rough manner. When i am alone at last, i feel like a filthy rag thrown away in a trash can.

[SirStef]

They've cleaned her up, found some clothes that sort of fit her, even combed her hair to make it look presentable for her trial. But it's all a farce - the "lawyer" assigned to her defence is a nephew of the judge, as perverted as the rest of us, one of the insider bunch.

The trial lasts about twenty minutes before she's found guilty and sentenced to ten years in the federal prison - my prison.

In a couple of days she'll be the main attraction at a regular Saturday night party we have where a group of influential, usually rich and powerful elite enjoy the pleasures that selected inmates are made to provide.

The judge and I will enjoy her in the meantime but on her arrival I order attendants to find her a place in section 3. The most hardened criminals are in that section and should provide interesting company for her. Besides, the matrons in control of section 3 are the toughest and meanest. Some interesting activities might just be caught on security video for our amusement.