At night i am fucked by six prison guards. I feel it extremely disgusting, but at the fifth one i have an orgasm at last. And it is surprisingly strong. The humiliation broke me, something opened up in me. At the sixth intercourse i have another orgasm. I have to spend the night handcuffed and gagged again, and the guards put clothespins on my nipples. It is a sharp pain, dulling later. Surprisingly, my suffering doesn't take away the strange feeling of satisfaction. I even sleep a bit.

I am awakened by my cell door opening. Two guards take me, as i am, handcuffed, gagged, naked. The clothespins are taken away from my nipples, giving me severe pain again, but they are placed back very soon, renewing the torment. On my naked body is thrown something remembering a gown, but much shorter, hardly covering the half of my thighs. It has no belt, so it opens up in the front, displaying my bare body. It has blue and yellow stripes.

They led me to the entrance, where the big lieutenant is waiting for me with two policemen.

"Here is the prisoner, Sir."

"Good. How are you, whore?"

I am unable to replay, gagged. I only give a little bow. He twists the clothespins on my nipples. I am groaning with pain.

"Don't you like it?"

I bow again, expressing that i accept the torture.

"You go to the Federal Female Prison, Section 3. Behave well."

I bow.

"There is this, as farewell present."

He gives me two enormous slaps. I almost fall.

"Good bye, filthy one."

The policemen put me in an awaiting car and we start. Our drive lasts about half an hour. We arrive at a hardly built-up area. There is the great bulk of the female prison. We drive up and one of the policemen shows my papers to the porter.

A female guard comes to receive me. She wears a grey uniform with shorts. She has brown hair and green eyes. Her legs are very shapely. Her age may be 30 something. On her belt there is a truncheon from the left and a whip from the right. She has a revolver holster, too.

"Are you Kim Sopkins?"

I am Kim Perkins, but how can i explain it, gagged? I can't do anything but bow again.

"Come with me, Sopkins."

He leads me in a small office.

"Take off your bata."

I don't know what a bata is. But i am unable to ask anything, with my mouth gagged.

I get a formidable slap in the face. (It begins.)

"TAKE-OFF-YOUR-BATA-I-SAID."

Possibly the gown is my bata. Moving my shoulders i try to make it fall. It doesn't.

"Are you deaf?"

She takes her whip and strikes my breasts which are left bare by the bata - if the gown is my bata. One, two, three strikes. I moan.

"Take off your bata."

Another move of my shoulders is efficient. The bata falls to the floor and there i am, naked.

"You get twelve more strokes for your disobedience."

And the whip starts working again.