Birondian Prison

[yub]

I am squatting in pain. My hands are trembling, my knees dancing. The two Senoritas are mocking me.

"Don't dare to lower your hand or knee", Senorita Tralla warns me. "You will regret if you do."

"I obey, Senorita", i replay. But i don't know how long will i be able to obey. My state is unendurable.

Senorita Fusta takes something from the pocket of her shorts. She begins to work on it attentively. I know what it is. She is making a marijuana joint. When it is ready, she gives it to Senorita Tralla, who uses her lighter and starts to sniff. Then she gives it back to her companion. They sniff alternatively.

"Do you want a sniff, little whore?", Senorita Tralla asks me, blowing the familiar scent in my face.

Before my arrest i was sniffing regularly. A strong craving for the drug is awakening in me.

"Oh, i beg You, Senorita."

The matron approaches my mouth with the cigarette, then takes it away.

"On the second thought, I won't give it to you. Suffer."

And they both are laughing.

I am at the end of my strength. Suddenly my head starts to swim and i collapse. Both my hands and knees touch the floor. I drop the two batas.

"You will regret this, bitch."

Now Senorita Tralla takes something from her pocket. It is the familiar dental gag. She forces it in my mouth. Then they grab my arms and twist them painfully. I am writhing with agony and give inarticulate sounds. They twist more forcefully. The pain is maddening. And they twist more. And more.

"I warned you, bitch."

They twist more.

"Now she regrets, i think", Senorita Fusta laughs.

They twist more, laughing and mocking me. When they release me at last, half fainted with pain, they put my bata on me. It's sleeves are sewn together behind me. In the front it closes with a strong buckle. It is a straight jacket now. They cuff together my ankles, too. They were well prepared.

As i lie on the floor helpless, they trample on me. Senorita Fusta kneels on my gagged face, causing terrible pain inside my mouth.

"Good night, filthy. See you at lunch."

And they go.

I don't describe my nocturnal rest.

Senorita Rita finds me first and releases me. She caresses me tenderly and leads me to the bathroom again.

"Senor Martin will inspect you, darling."

He does. In society of Senorita Dolores and four big male guards. As i stand before them naked, i feel again that i can't hate this man. Genoveva wants me to hate him, but i can't help liking him. It is an elementary feeling.

Senor Martin isn't content with the healing of my welts. I am rather surprised, because they are hardly noticeable by now. But he makes the chief matron responsible and commands the guards to arrest her. She resists and curses in a shrieking, throaty voice.

And this moment i recognize the voice.

It is Genoveva's voice. The voice speaking to me from the ceiling. It was her scheme to manipulate me.

Possibly Senor Martin discovered this and that is why he wants Dolores tortured so much.

I have to watch her being punished. It is horrible. The strong, commanding lady stretched naked, gagged, striped cruelly with a bullwhip. I have no reason to like Senorita Dolores, but i would like to yell: "Release her! Punish me rather!" It isn't possible, i am tied up and gagged in an invisible lodge. Oh, will her torments never end?

I can't but pity the unfortunate woman. She was mean on me, no doubt, but what does it matter? She is suffering in a humiliating way, she is broken, she is in excruciating pain.

However, i don't hate Senor Martin either. He is cruel, but i feel that somehow it is in order. I feel attracted to that cruel man.

Matron Dolores passes out. She is taken away like a piece of bloody rag.

[SirStef]

With the tantalizing exhibit of the severely whipped amazon guard done, bidding was indeed brisk and high for the prisoners auctioned off for the evenings pleasure of our special guests.
With the auctioning done, my official duties at the party were done until guests started leaving and the "toys" they'd used for the evening had to be dealt with.

I'd been anxiously awaiting this opportunity to slip out to the observation room where Kim had been since the first of the night. As I'd expected, the guard attending her had her kneeling, naked on the floor beside the comfortable chair he occupied.

"I'll take care of her personally now," I told him, "you have other things to be done."

When he left, I took the other comfortable chair, motioning Kim to come kneel beside me. As she moved I did a quick inspection for any evidence the guard had used or abused her in my absense. Fortunately for him I found none.

So I was finally able to sit back in comfort and watch the activities before me with this delicious young female kneeling beside me awaiting my use.

The activity closest to the one-way window between us and the party room involved an old regular of the group and a lesbian domme he'd brought as a guest and a pettite mid thirties prisoner they'd won. She was small of structure so unable to endure heavy duty treatment, but had beautifully shaped legs and still perky breasts.

The activity they'd decided on was "target practice." They sat her on a small chair against a wall, hands fastened over her head. Then her shapely legs were drawn up so ankles were also attached to the wall above and to the sides of her head exposing the soles of her feet, back of her legs, complete pussy and tits.

Highlighters were used to paint targets about an inch in diameter on the exposed flesh. Two on the soles of her feet, three in matching locations of the back of her shapely calves, five on the back of each firm thigh. Sweet, shapely ass cheeks received two targets each, then four on each pert little breast.

The 'contestants' would share one single shot BB gun standing behind a line about five meters in front of their target. Now a BB gun won't penetrate the skin. The BBs will just bounce of firm flesh and possibly imbed themselves enough to stick to extremely soft flesh, but all would surely sting like hell.

Rules were that each contestant had a side - one had left; the other the right - to start with the targets on the soles of her feet, and as each was hit, they'd progress up (down) her legs to her butt cheeks, then the four on the respective tit.

From five meters a one inch target is not all that easy to hit with a BB gun, so it normally took four or five attempts to accomplish one target before progressing to the next. No-one except the trussed up target woman really cared much, as each BB hitting the target or not, resulted in a reaction to the pain. The contestants didn't want to get too far behind though since the one hitting all the targets, the last two being the respective nipple, was rewarded by having the opportunity to aim for the wide open cunt until the opponent finshed his/her course of targets.

Another little concern they had with the rules: if a nipple or the pussy were hit out of sequence, the offending contestant was disqualified.

As this game took over an hour, with screaming and crying coming from the target bearing prisoner as more sensitive parts came into play, I was carresing the smooth, soft skin of the back of the sweet morsel of young woman beside me imaging how much I was going to enjoy sinking a whip into it. But that would be another time. The evenings activities were showing their effect on my swelling cock as I released it from my pants before siezing the hair on the back of my young companions head, urging it toward my excited member.

Normally I'd prefer the slave to be naive and innocent so she'd have to be coaxed through physical punishment to perform what I wanted. In this case though, I was happy that she knew exactly what to do as she rose just enough to get those sweet full lips on my now throbbing cock. It only took a couple of minutes for me to explode into her willing mouth. Like an expert she swallowed and continued to suck hard, dragging out every last drop I had to give. Another skill that wouldn't have to be developed with the encouragement of pain. At this time, though, it felt so good, I wasn't too disappointed.

[yub]

I am kneeling near Senor Martin, naked. He is sitting in a comfortable chair besides me, caressing my back. My knees soon start aching on the hard floor. It is a humiliating situation, but it is a reassuring feeling that he is here. I feel my humiliation quite natural, if it comes from Senor Martin. I don't know why.

We watch the torture of the prisoners through the one-way window. A small young lady with beautiful legs is the target, tied up in a quite distorted posture, and they shoot at her body from BB guns. Hearing her screams, i would cry out: "Let her alone! Put me into her place! I don't mind if you kill me!" But while my mind is on her suffering, my companion obliviously is enjoying it. Suddenly he opens his pants and takes his hardened penis out. He grabs my hair and pulls my head over it.

I know what he wants. I remember Tom who begged me for oral satisfaction, which was quite new for me then. I remember the beautiful African boy Uba, who gave his huge black cock in my timid mouth practically every day, until he dumped me for the sake of a prettier girl. He wanted to teach me deep throating, but i was rather clumsy, always choking.

With Senor Martin it is not difficult. He ejaculates wildly. I am careful enough to swallow all his juice. It is a humiliating but still very intimate thing. I suck and lick his male organs clean, enjoying the sour, pine-scented, live material, his sperm.

My department is literature. I am reminded of Shakespeare's Sonnet 95: "How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame..."

[SirStef]

Would you like to bid and win the lovely Kim for an evening? Let us know, briefly, what you'd do to/with her and you may be invited to write a chapter in this RP. She can't be permanently marked or injured, of course, 'cause we need her next week. -SS

[SirStef]

Normally when the judge sends an attractive new criminal into my care, he gets an opportunity to play with her while still in pristine, 'virgin' condition -before she's offered to the party regulars or exposed to abuse by the staff or other inmates.
In the case of Kim, this routine was interupted by the premature beating and marking by the stupid matron, Dolores. The lovely, fresh new prisoner, Kim, was just too tempting for her, the undisciplined bitch.
So the judge is on the phone, pissed because 'normal' procedure wasn't followed. To prevent him from having Dolores tortured to death for her indiscretion, I couldn't tell him the truth - had to make up some cockamamee story about her getting the flu or some damn thing.
"In any case I think she's OK now, Judge, so if you're available tomorrow night, I'll have her ready in the regular playroom." The 'regular playroom' being a special, private dungeon for myself and a very few very special guests such as his honor.
When he arrived the next evening, everything was ready. In the well appointed, very comfortable dungeon setting a bottle of the judge's favorite cognac was in place as was the electric generator with all its accessories and attachments, a selection of many needles with alcahol bath (couldn't have the highlight of this weekends party showing nasty infected wounds) all the bondage and torture furniture and, last but not least of course, the lovely young Kim. She was ready in hizoner's favorite starting position, on her back on a table, hands over her head behind her, legs spread, their vertical position maintained by chains from the ceiling fastened to cuffs on her trim ankles.
"My god, she's more beautiful than I remember. This will be worth the wait." the wizened old pervert gushed on seeing Kim when he entered the dungeon. After hanging up his coat while unable to take his eyes off her, he ran his hands over her smooth, soft legs, her body, breasts - somewhat flattened by her position, of course - and her freshly shaved pussy. Her face was filled with fear as she wriggled, trying to avoid his touch, which excited him even more. "It's going to be so wonderful watching you writhe and hearing you scream with what I'm going to do to you in the next while."