Birondian Prison

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I eat my meal to the last bit and i drink my water to the last drop, being desperately hungry and thirsty. The urine makes them taste a bit like medicine, but i hardly feel the humiliation. I start feeling that being humiliated is a normal state of mine. The strange thing is that i don't feel inimical toward my torturers. They do their job, i think. It is very surprising but when i eat and drink others' urine i feel some sexual arousal with the humiliation.

The matrons came back to remove the empty bowls. They seem satisfied seeing that i emptied them without dropping anything to the floor. Of course i stand up.

"Give me your bata", the taller one says. I obey, remaining fully naked. While she is feeling the textile all over, checking there isn't anything sewn in it, the shorter one feels my bare breasts, tickling tenderly my nipples. They are hardening.

"I am Senorita Fusta", the shorter one says, pinching my nipples painfully. "You thank me for the pinches."

"Thank you humbly for the well deserved pinches, Senorita Fusta", i say, applying the form i learned from Senorita Dolores. "From now on i will be obedient."

They both laugh.

"I am Senorita Tralla", the taller one says, and starts pinching my clit. In pain i am thanking her. I am laughed at again.

They leave, taking away the bowls and also my bata. I am in my cell shamefully naked. I don't know why it is good, but i accept this new humiliation.

There is a pail in a corner, obviously for my needs. I piss and shit there. I can't clean myself. My dirt is drying on me.

Another guard comes. The one who gave me ointment on my welts.

"I am Senorita Rita. Let me nurse you, little one."

She smears me up again. The welts don't hurt any more and start disappearing.

"This balm is wonderful, you see", she smiles at me.

"Oh... Please, Senorita Rita... How can i clean my ass hole?"

"Once a day you will be taken to the shower. There you empty your pail in the closet, and wash yourself and the pail. You will get five minutes for this all."

"Thank your for the information, Senorita Rita."

"You are welcome, little slut."

Even if the information isn't very reassuring, the human voice encourages me so that i take her hand and kiss it.

To my surprise, she gives me back the kiss on my lips. Then she kisses my both nipples.

"Kiss my legs, little whore."

Her legs are really shapely. I go down on my knees and start kissing her ankles, going up to her beautiful knees and challenging thighs. She is fondling my breasts.

Footsteps outside.

"You will improve more to the morrow", she says, going.

Two male guards enter, smiling as they see me stark naked.

"Wash", they say. Not missing to pinch my bare breasts painfully, they escort me with the pail to a washroom, they truncheon ready in their hands. They seem being afraid that i escape, naked. Perhaps that is why male guards are used, they are stronger and quicker. I empty the pail, i rinse it hurriedly, then i step under the shower.

"Your time is out." One of the guards grabs my breasts roughly and pulls me out of the shower cabin.

"I didn't have time to wash myself at all", i protest. "No water yet from the shower."

"Are you debating, slut? For this, you will come back with a bit of difficulty."

They take ropes and tie my hands behind my back. Then they tie my ankles to my thighs so that i can step only on my knees, dragging myself with difficulties. I move like a snail.

"Quickly, slut", they urge me, prodding me with their truncheons. They don't hit, probably sparing my skin. While i am meditating how would be a hit with a truncheon like, female guards are coming and laughing at me. I am put to great shame. A laughing choir accompanies me while i am crawling back in my cell.

Having reached our destiny, i expect my escorts to release me. They don't. One of them kicks me and they leave.

Here i am, naked, tied hands and feet, still in my dirt.

Then a throaty voice calls me from above.

"Hopkins!"

"Call me Kim, Genoveva. Please, how come male guards in a female prison?"

"They are not prison guards. They are the body guards of Senor Martin. There are six ot them."

"They didn't let me to shower. I am as dirty as i was."

"Be sure, they will come back and take you to shower."

"How do you know that, Genoveva?"

"They have to report to Senor Martin, and he will ask them whether you are cleaned up. He wants you clean for his party."

Footseps.

"Danger", i whisper. Genoveva becomes mute.

It is the two male guards. They release me.

"Come, slut."

In the corridor Senorita Rita waits for me, covering my naked body with a bata.

"Come, little one. Senor Martin disposed about you. You will have warm water, soap and towel. And your time won't be limited. After your bath i will balm you up all over again."

I feel a pleasant shiver, remembering the touch of her hands and lips.

The bodyguards escort us with their truncheons like two visiting queens.

While taking my shower, one question troubles my brain:

How can Genoveva know about everything?