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    After my shower, i am escorted back in my cell. The bodyguards disappear. Senorita Rita comes in the cell with me. She puts down the jar with the balm and peals the bata off me. I smell with soap.

    She begins caressing my body, my face, my shoulders, my breasts. She kisses my lips and neck. She is a very shapely woman, young, sweet faced, radiating a warm tenderness about herself. Is she a sadist as Genoveva said about all the matrons? Or is she an exception?

    She lowers her shorts and panties and leads my hand to her crotch. It is obvious what she wants. I have never had lesbian sex before. And the circumstances seem to me rather risky. Still, i start fondling her clit. Her body becomes tense and she moans. I finger her pussy. She keeps kissing me passionately, her hands press my breasts painfully. Then she emits a loud groan, her body shaking wildly.

    Arriving footsteps sound on the corridor.

    She is an artist of the prison sex. In a moment she has her panties and shorts on her wet pussy, the mist slowly disappearing from her eyes. She takes the balm and nurses me.

    "Prisoner Sopkins, you will be healed in a short time completely", she says loudly. "Thank you, darling", she adds in whispers. She grabs my hand and kisses it. Then she leaves me. An astounding, tender, enchanting girl. If she is a sadist, i won't mind her torturing me.

    Nobody comes in my cell. The footsteps die away on the corridor. I thought i would get supper, but it seems there isn't such a thing in the prison.

    "Clear", i send my message toward the ceiling.

    No answer. Is Genoveva sleeping?

    I arrange the bata on my body and crouch in a corner. Perhaps i can get some sleep, too.

    No. The cell door opens.

    Senorita Fusta and Senorita Tralla come in, the matrons who pissed in my lunch. Senorita Tralla brings a bata with her. I stand up as it becomes.

    "Oh, you have a bata, slut?"

    "Yes, Senorita Tralla, i got one when i was taken to have bath."

    "Well, here is yours. It was examined. You will wear this."

    "I obey, Senorita."

    "You had better. Take off this one."

    I do. I want to put on mine, but they stop me.

    "First, little slut, you will squat a bit. We are not allowed to whip you, so you will suffer this way. We will enjoy seeing you in pain."

    There are two ways of squatting. When your butt is on low and your knees are on high, it is resting, you almost sit. But when your butt is in one horizontal line with your knees, it is very tiring and after a while it gets painful. The Senoritas make me squat this second way, and i have to hold my arms high, keeping in my hands both batas. It is painful for the muscles in the thighs and arms. After a brief time my legs and arms are shaking and i suffer hard.

    The girls are sitting on the floor, observing my suffering, making remarks and laughing at me.
    Last edited by yub; 12-27-2009 at 10:40 PM.

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