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Blackstone Prison

By Ellie Wylde

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Blackstone Prison

By

Ellie Wylde

Prologue

“Thanks Pierce, all I can say better you out in that cold than me!” said Scott with a practiced laugh as he turned back to face the banks of studio cameras, “Now for our next guest it is a bit of a homecoming, the coach of our Alpine Ski team was born not far from here. Rita Kovalevsky! So good that you have ed us!”

“Hi Scott, thank you for having me,” replied Rita. She was a beautiful woman with an athletic physique that, in her mid-forties, would still put most teenagers to shame. Her rich blonde hair was tied neatly back and from her fair skin, her blue eyes sparkled. Despite the US flag on her sport's top, she spoke with a strong Russian accent.

“So our girls are doing pretty well, aren’t they? Do you think having a Russian coach is giving them a bit of an edge here in Sochi?”

“I am not sure of that, it has been quite a while since I have been back here in Russia.”

“Getting a hard time from some of the Russian coaches? Bet they can’t be too pleased to have one of their own working for, dare I say, the other side at the Olympics!”

“I’ve lived in America for the best part of twenty years, I think that is plenty of time to forgive and forget.”

“Because you, yourself, almost competed for Russia way back in the Lillehammer Olympics way back in ninety-four.”

“I did, but injury changed that and because of that things… my entire life, turned out differently.”

“Right, because you moved to the States soon after, what prompted that move?”

“Actually my then girlfriend, now wife.”

“And it is great, absolutely great that now, in 2014, we can be so open about such… relationships. Is… is your erm… wife with you now?” asked Scott, fidgeting awkwardly.

“No…she didn’t make the journey. She has a…” Rita paused to think of the right phrase, “She has a difficult history with Russia.”

“Well, we are absolutely delighted to have you on team USA, let’s talk about tomorrow’s event…”

*****

Rita looked out of the hotel window and over the Black Sea. The sun was setting and created a line of gold across the grey calm waters. The rest of Sochi was covered in snow and while the rooftops were pristine and glistened in the last light of the day the snow on the roads had turned to a filthy slush and piles of blackened snow were piled up at the side of the street making the seaside town look drab and uninviting. She saw a funfair that was closed for the season. Thick tarpaulins covered the rides and the stalls were boarded up for the winter. In the center stood a large Ferris wheel that towered over much of the town. During the summer the view of the bay from the top of the wheel would have been quite special. As she watched the throngs of visitors make the way down the streets the snow started to fall again. By tomorrow morning everything would be fresh again.

With her team having been sent to their rooms for an early night, Rita sat in the hotel bar alone lost to her thoughts.

“Excuse me?” came a female voice.

Rita looked up and saw a pretty young woman standing by her table.

“Hi, I am Tracy Manroe, I am reporting for W.A.N… Women’s Athletics News… I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time? I mean if it is ok with you…” the girl asked nervously, stroking a stray lock of dark curly hair behind an ear.

“If you want to be a good journalist you need to be more ballsy than that,” smiled Rita, “Most journalists would have just sat down and gone for it.”

“I didn’t want to be rude.”

“This is Russia, you need to be more confident here. The people are a lot tougher than back home,” Rita gestured for Tracy to sit.

“But you seem nice,” said Tracy sitting down.

“Hmm… maybe being in America has softened me. You look familiar, you were at the race yesterday.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I am guessing you have some questions on how well you think we will do tomorrow, will we win gold… is this the best…”

“Actually…” Tracy cut her off, “Actually, I had some questions about you.”

“About me?” shrugged Rita, trying to act unconcerned but showing some discomfort.

“Yes! I want to write a piece on you! I was going to write about what it is like being an openly gay sports coach…”

“Was going to?”

“But then I started doing some research into you and it… well it threw up some interesting questions!”

“Did it now?” Rita took a sip from her club soda and eyed the young journalist thoughtfully.

“Blackstone Prison,” said Tracy, studying Rita carefully to catch any reaction.

“I am assuming your research told you that I worked there… briefly. What of it?”

“The more I dug the more I found my questions leading into dead-ends. About murders, unsanctioned executions, corruption, links to the Mafia and of course to missing prisoners… American prisoners.”

“I was only there for six months, one rotation. Believe me, one rotation in the Arctic Circle is more than enough, even for a Russian. I am not the best person to talk to about it. Besides, I thought you were a sports journalist?”

“I know there is a story here, I know you were there when a lot of strange things happened. I think you know what happened to the missing prisoners and how that was linked to the Warden’s arrest and the whole prison being shut down.”

Rita sat back in her chair, memories of her past life flooding back, “Blackstone is better off forgotten, it is a place of misery and death.”

“Tell me,” started Tracy, leaning forward in her chair, “If it wasn’t for Blackstone, would you be here now, the first openly gay coach on the US Ski team about to lead us to three gold medals?”

Rita conceded a laugh, “No. Definitely not. I would probably be married to a big hairy Russian man, maybe called Ivan, and be living in some village somewhere in Siberia complaining about my sore knee every winter. And we haven’t won those medals yet!”

Tracy pulled out her notepad and pen, “If it had such a huge effect on your life, surely it is a story worth telling. So tell me, what happened?”

“Maybe you are more ballsy than I thought. Ok fine, but the story I am about to tell isn’t my story, it is the story of six women who found themselves in the darkest of places. But despite the terrible things these women had done this is still a story of loyalty, hope and love. For you see even the blackest hearts beat for someone else,”

“You make it sound like this is a romance,” smiled Tracy.

“You’re young, one day you will see that love will make even the coldest person do crazy things.”

“A cold Russian like you perhaps?”

“Maybe… but as I told you, this isn’t my story. Whose story it is, well that is up to you to decide,” Rita paused, took another sip from her drink and composed her thoughts, “It all started twenty years ago in the winter of 1993. Russia was a much different place then. It was just a few years after the collapse of the USSR and the country was threatening to pull itself apart. In the south, the state of Chechnya was waging its own bloody war trying to gain independence, and with war there comes opportunity.”

Chapter One - Maria Cristiana Lopez

The heavy truck ground to a hard stop sending a spray of snow against the metal fence. Instantly the headlights went off and the whole street fell into darkness. Maria looked out of the enger window and eyed up the fencing, the beautiful soft snow that covered it did nothing to alleviate the viciousness of the razor wire that lined the top.

“Now we wait,” said Jake, his tone calm, measured.

With the engine off the cabin quickly cooled and Maria pulled her thick jacket tight around her body and rubbed her gloved hands together. Already her breath was starting to cloud in the cooling air and condensation formed on the window. She glanced across at the others. Jake sat in the middle, just staring ahead, not a single trace of nerves betrayed him. Maria liked his two-day stubble, he already had that bad boy vibe and with that stubble, it took him to that next level of ruggedness. She couldn’t wait to be back to the hotel and feel his roughness against her neck as his lips work their way down… ‘Focus, Maria!’ she scolded herself, ‘Business first then pleasure.’ Next to Jake in the driver's seat was Frank. He kind of crossed the line of bad boy and went straight to outright scary. Cold eyes, scruffy beard, all unfortunately set off by his crooked broken nose – a legacy of his boxing days. Scary as he was, he was definitely someone you wanted on your side rather than against you if shit kicked off.

“It’s taking too long, where are they?” said Kayla, leaning forward from the cramped back seat. Her voice riddled with nerves.

“Calm down. They will be here,” Jake reassured her.

“Fucking Russians, can’t they be anywhere on time?” Kayla mumbled.

“She’s right, it’s been too long. I told you, I don’t trust them,” said Frank, his voice a deep rumble.

“They will be here,” repeated Jake, unfazed, “And they are Chechnyians not Russians. If you call them Russian they will kill us.”

“If we’re caught with that stuff in the back they wouldn’t get the chance… Jake, this is not the states!” Kayla persisted, her teeth chatting and not just with the cold.

“I genuinely have no idea why you are here, Kayla,” sighed Maria, “Ever since Kyiv you have been a nervous wreck. This is just a normal day's work.”

“There is a big difference between shifting a few stollen televisions from Pennsylvania to Ohio than moving guns into Chechnya!”

“If you wanted to stay small time you should have stayed at home,” said Jake, “This is our big break. A couple of deliveries and we can retire. And I don’t mean some shitty condo in Florida, I mean real retirement. A villa in the Bahamas kinda retirement.”

“What I would do to be in the Bahamas right now, fuck this cold and fuck Russia,” Kayla snorted.

“What’s that?” asked Maria, leaning forward and trying to peer through the snow-laced darkness.

Headlights moved towards them and as they came closer a shape of a van could be made out.

“Ok Frank, you are with me,” said Jake and the two men climbed down from the cab.

Kayla and Maria watched as Frank and Jake walked towards the van, which had stopped just ahead. The way the snow whipped around them and the wind pulled at their clothes made Maria feel cold just watching them. Three people got out of the other van and approached. Two were large, the other smaller, maybe a woman.

“What do you think?” Asked Kayla.

“I think we just sit and wait,” replied Maria.

“How can you be so calm?”

Maria's heart was pounding and her palms were sweating in her mittens in spite of the cold. Kayla was right, if they did get caught this would be bad. Very bad. But if they didn’t… That is what Maria focused on. A private beach of white sands where she and Jake could spend all day and every day fucking.

“Just breathe. Everything will be fine.”

Jake walked back and signaled for Maria to open the window. As the window wound down she felt the icy air blow inside the cab sending snowflakes across the dashboard.

“We have a slight snag,” Jake called up.

“What kind of snag?”

“The guards on the checkpoint tonight aren’t the ones our comrades over there were expecting.”

“What does that mean?”

“We can’t cross into Chechnya tonight, we will have to wait until tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night?” gasped Kayla leaning forward. “We have a truck full of AK-

47s, grenades, landmines and RPGs! Every second we wait is a second we could get seriously, seriously fucked!”

“Kayla, calm down!” snapped Jake and the girl retreated back into the rear compartment.

“What do we do tonight?” asked Maria.

“They have a farm. We can stay there, keep the truck in the barn and off the road. It’s not great but it’s not the end of the world.”

“Do you trust them?”

Jake paused and for a moment Maria saw doubt in his eyes, “Listen, we are in the middle of nowhere, we have no friends here, the only people we know are these guys. I don’t like it but we don’t have much choice.”

Maria leaned out the window, feeling the chill of the Russian wind bite into her cheek, and whispered, “We can still just dump it all. Leave it at the side of the road. We could be back in Krasnador by dawn and Ukraine by tomorrow afternoon. There will always be other jobs.”

“The people who are paying us aren’t the kind of people you mess around, and certainly not the kind of people who would forgive us for dumping millions of dollars of weapons on the side of the road,” Jake glanced back at the three Chechnyians and saw Frank heading back to the truck, “It’s a setback, nothing

more. Guards change routines all the time, there is nothing sinister about that.”

*****

They followed the Chechnyians’ van out of the small border town and into the countryside. The roads were little more than mud tracks that were now covered in snow. The truck bounced up and down as it constantly plowed through an endless minefield of potholes, which made Maria think about their own explosive cargo. Out the window, there was no sign of civilization just freezing darkness in all directions. She missed home, she missed the bright lights of New York, the constant thrum of energy and life. This place felt like the exact opposite.

After about twenty minutes they pulled up outside a farmhouse. Like most buildings in the Russian Countryside, it was basic but functional. A man from the van got out and ushered them into a large wooden barn. Maria didn’t know much about farming but she was sure the crates that filled the barn had very little to do with agriculture. All were adorned with Russian military symbols, some also had the universal symbol for explosives on them.

They got out of the truck and followed the man out the barn and the short distance across the farmyard to the main house. Even in the brief moments it took to get inside, the wind had frozen them down to their bones and they quickly huddled through the door and into the warmth.

“Greetings, friends!” the Chechnyian man, who led them inside, said opening his arms out wide in welcome, “Please, take a seat, have a drink!”

The farmhouse kitchen was warm and inviting with a large oil-fuelled cooker stretching along one wall heating the room. What must have been the original occupants' furniture was still evident, rustic tables and chairs, rural paintings on the walls and lovingly crafted straw animals decorated the sideboard. Maria doubted that the rough-looking individuals that now sat around the table smoking and drinking vodka, their guns close to hand, were the same people who had lovingly woven the straw animals.

There were two men, both of which had women sitting on their knees. While Maria didn’t like to be presumptuous, she was of the opinion these women were local street girls and these men were not only arms dealers but also pimps. The girls checked them out imively and continued to drag from their cigarettes, unconcerned by the hands that were roaming up their short skirts. There was one other woman that looked different, she was dressed in black pants and a wellworn old military jacket. She was beautiful, more beautiful than the two hookers, but wasn’t made-up to the nines, her complexion was dark and she had bright hazel eyes that stood out from her near-black hair. She sat at the table, glass of vodka in hand and smiled with little warmth.

They sat down at the table and nodded their greetings, Kayla nervously glancing at the guns on display.

The woman in the military jacket, slid an unmarked bottle across the table, “Here, have a drink, it will warm you up.”

Frank poured the clear liquid into a glass and took a swig, as tough as he was, he was still reduced to a coughing fit. The woman downed a measure twice the size of Frank’s and grinned, “This is real Russian vodka, not the rubbish you get in your States of America.”

“It’s…It’s… good,” said Frank, his voice reduced to a rasp.

The rest of the group took tentative sips and just the slightest taste made Maria’s face crease up.

“It’ll stop your blood freezing, eh?” laughed the Chechnyian, who led them in, as he sat down.

“Sergei, do you know why the scheduled guards weren’t on duty tonight,” asked Jake.

Sergei shrugged his broad shoulders, “Who knows? Maybe someone is ill and they just needed to shuffle the timetable around. I’ll call our guys in the morning and make sure they are on duty tomorrow night. Then you drive through no problem.

“I’m Alina,” the woman in military jacket said, “First time in Russia?”

“Yeah…” replied Kayla.

“And what do you think?”

“Erm… it’s really… lovely…” replied Kayla, unsure of what to say.

Alina turned to Sergei, “She thinks Russia is really lovely.” They both kept a straight face for a couple of seconds before bursting out in laughter.

Kayla blushed feeling she was being made fun of.

“I will tell you, Russia is a tyrannical state that has raped and pillaged my homeland for decades!” Alina said, her ion igniting, “and one day, one day soon, we will drive them from our country forever!”

“Ok…good… I guess…” replied Kayla.

Alina leaned forward and as she did, Kayla leaned back, “Typical American! You don’t understand the politics of the rest of the world! All you care about is money!”

“Settle down, Alina. These are our guests,” Sergei turned to the Americans, “I apologize, my sister feels very strongly about… politics.”

Alina poured and consumed another drink, “So let me guess; brains,” she said nodding to Jake, “brawn,” she nodded to Frank, “Hmm… what about you two. You the fuck dolls to keep the men happy?”

“What the fuck did you say?” snarled Maria slamming her glass on the table sending some vodka splashing onto the rough wood. Alina just smiled back.

“Alina, Alina,” sighed Sergei, “Again, I apologize. What my sister is asking, in her own special way, is what are your roles in this?”

“Well that bitch had better learn some manners,” said Maria, her eyes fixed on Alina, “Where I’m from you could get cut up for saying shit like that!”

“Where are you from? You have a very nice tan compared to your friends,” said Alina, sipping calmly from her glass.

“Originally from Puerto Rico, but now New York, so don’t fuck with me!”

Alina laughed, turned to the two silent men with girls on the laps and started talking Russian. The only words the Americans understood were ‘Puerto Rico’ and ‘New York.’ When she finished speaking both the men and the two whores laughed loudly.

“I’ve had enough of you, bitch!” shouted Maria standing up so abruptly her chair fell back and clattered onto the stone floor.

Alina reached forward to where her gun was resting on the table. The room took a breath. Then she picked up the packet of cigarettes next to it, calmly opened it and lit one. She watched Maria glaring down at her and took a deep drag.

“I like this one,” Alina said at last, “Got spirit.”

Sergei laughed, then so did Frank and Jake. Even Kayla ed in, nervously. Maria did not.

“Sit! Sit!” said Alina to Maria as she poured another drink and slid it across the table, more splashes sploshing against the rough wood.

Maria picked up her chair and sat down, with eyes fixed on Alina she picked up the glass and downed it. The liquid burned her mouth, scorched her throat and made her eyes water, but she refused to allow herself to cough. Alina nodded impressed and smiled as she lifted her glass in toast.

“To new comrades and to New York and Puerto Rico!”

“Za nashu druzhbu!” chimed in Sergei, lifting his glass.

“Nostrovia!” said Jake, ing in.

The Chechnyian’s laughed.

“Please leave Russian to the Russians,” said Alina, “You’ve watched too many

Hollywood movies!”

The mood lightened as they drank and between the heat of the cooker and the alcohol coursing through their blood soon they warmed up and discarded their heavy jackets. Maria noticed Alina eyeing her up as she did, she assumed the girl was envious of her bust, which, while not huge, was significantly curvier than most of the women she had met in Eastern Europe. Alina just smiled when she was caught looking and was not at all embarrassed.

“So, if you two girls aren’t here to just keep then men warm, why are you here? It is not the usual occupation for normal American girls,” asked Alina.

“I’m a forger,” Maria said flatly.

“Is that right?” Alina replied nodding.

“There’s nothing she can’t copy, ports, IDs, anything,” said Jake proudly.

“That’s how we have gotten all the way from Kyiv to here without being stopped,” added Maria.

“Maybe you make us American ports and we become US citizens!” laughed Sergei, “Can you imagine, Alina? Working in Mcdonald's, seeing Statue of Liberty, living American Dream?”

“Sure, maybe I work Wall Street,” laughed Alina, “And what about you, baby doll? What’s your role in all this?” Alina asked Kayla.

“Me? Erm… I’m just here to help open any doors,” replied Kayla, fidgeting under the scrutiny.

“You mean locked doors?”

“Doors, safes…anything really. If it is locked I can open it,”

“I thought safe crackers would be cold and calm, you seem…what’s the word? Skittish,” said Alina.

“What’s all the questions for?” interrupted Frank.

Alina just shrugged, “Just like to know who I’m getting into bed with,” as she said that she glanced over to Maria.

“We’re a good team, that’s all you need to know. If this job goes smoothly then maybe we can work together again,” said Jake.

“That would be good, isn’t that right, Alina?” asked Sergei.

“Then let’s hope the job goes smoothly,” replied Alina.

The hours rolled by as the drinking continued at a relentless pace. Kayla had quickly fallen asleep at the kitchen table, her head resting on Frank’s shoulder. Frank, in turn, was struggling to keep his glazed eyes open. No one remarked as one of the whores was clearly being fingered while the other was giving a non too discrete hand-job.

“Right, I think we should get some rest! Big day tomorrow!” declared Sergei, downing his drink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “We have plenty of comfy sofas in the back room and a couple of beds for the ladies upstairs.”

Sergei then staggered out of the kitchen and down a corridor.

“I’ll give Kayla a hand upstairs,” said Maria.

Jake and Frank nodded and headed to find the promised sofas.

“This way, I will show you,” said Alina as she watched Maria help the mumbling Kayla to her unsteady feet.

Maria followed Alina out the kitchen and up a narrow, dark flight of stairs then ended in a landing. Maria’s own vision swam and she stumbled several times on the way up. She prided herself on being a woman that could handle her drink,

but even she was now at her limit. Her legs felt like lead and every step sent the wall spinning around her.

“In here,” Alina nodded and Maria struggled through the door and dropped Kayla onto the bed.

“There’s another room for you,” said Alina and lead Maria back onto the landing and through another door into a small, if cozy, room lit by the moonlight reflecting off the fields of snow outside. She could feel her legs about to give way and stepped towards the bed, yearning for the moment to be off her feet and embraced by sleep. She let herself collapse on the bed and closed her eyes, letting her body float away from the world. She felt her legs being lifted and her boots pulled off and then someone lie down next to her.

“Do you want me to undress you?” came Alina’s voice, her eastern accent making her words even more sensual.

“I’m ok, thanks,” Maria mumbled not even opening her eyes.

“Just an amazing body,” Alina whispered, “so many curves.”

Maria felt a finger trace its way down between her breasts and down to her tummy… then down.

“What are you doing?” Maria asked, her own voice sounding a million miles away.

She then felt a pulling around her waist as her belt buckle undone.

“Just close your eyes and sleep.”

And she did. With the softness of the pillow under her head, the warmth of the mattress under her body and the sensation of a hand slipping into her panties she drifted away to strange but pleasurable dreams.

*****

Bright white floodlights jolted Maria to consciousness. She had lost all track of time and had no idea how long she had been asleep. Everywhere in Russia took an age to travel to and as it was now dark and they had set out way before dawn, she guessed they had been on the road for at least sixteen hours. She blinked wearily and looked around the bus and saw about a dozen other women. There was a mixture of ages, some still in their teens other maybe in their sixties. Some looked out at the cold stone walls that towered above the bus with a familiar disinterest while others visibly trembled.

The floodlights were mounted on high towers that were situated at each corner of the prison. And now one was pointed directly at the bus like the eye of some terrible God, distant and pitiless. Its gaze followed the bus as it went through a stone archway and into the compound’s courtyard where it pulled to a stop.

A female guard stood up, she was dressed in a thick stabproof vest and brandished a truncheon in one hand and clipboard in the other. She bellowed her orders down the bus, and although Maria didn’t understand the words the meaning was clear. The rest of the women rose slowly from their seats and filed slowed down the aisle towards the front to the sound of clinking chains that rattled around their ankles. The girl in front of her gave a desperate sob while another behind whimpered. Maria gritted her teeth and fought back the fear. A few places ahead in the queue she saw Kayla, she was shaking so much she could barely walk.

With every step, Maria felt the chill increase until, as she reached the open door her teeth began to chatter. It got even worse when they stepped outside and into the thick snow. They were just dressed in their jeans and the lucky ones had a thin sweater, others were just in t-shirts. The wind cut through them like blades forcing them to hunch over and squint their eyes as snowflakes bit at their faces. Maria saw one girl’s tears freeze to her cheek as they shuffled across the courtyard towards a doorway into a forbidding stone block. She wrapped her arms around herself as tight as she could and rubbed her hands against her body. New York got cold, very cold but she had never felt anything like this. By the time she reached the entrance, she could no longer feel her feet and her fingers were numb. Before she stepped inside she looked around – four walls, each at least forty-feet high surrounded them, the stone was black and seemed to suck all hope from those entrapped between them. She could just make out guards with rifles, standing behind the top floor windows of each of the towers that stood on the corners. Her heart sunk at the thought that this could be her home for a very, very long time.

Maria heard the heavy metal door clang closed behind her, sending a tremor through her body. The bare whitewashed stone walls made the sharp cold feel even colder, not a single Russian Ruble had been spent on comfort or decoration. Even inside she saw her breath turn to clouds in the air and she fought hard not to shiver, not to show weakness. One by one the women reached a crude wooden counter where they were processed, details checked, possessions removed and then they were stripped and told to stand against the wall and wait. Maria watched as it was Kayla’s turn. She could see her friend was crying, tears flowed

freely down her cheeks and when she was told to strip she visibly appeared to shrink. Maria watched as Kayla undressed, she had a petit body, tight through lots of running with small breasts. Maria couldn’t help but notice Kayla’s small pink nipples stood erect as the cold gnawed at them. She did her best to cover herself up before lining up against the wall with the other shivering girls.

Maria reached the front and looked at the two guards, both were wearing thick jackets and fur hats, neither looked like the kind of women you would mess with. Ex-military was Maria’s guess and hard as nails. One stood behind her at a safe distance, while the other stood behind the desk with a scowl etched onto her face.

“Empty your pockets and place all possessions in the tray,” said the guard behind the desk in a thick Russian accent.

Maria did what she was told, she didn’t have much left, her watch, a couple of rings, a wallet that had already been emptied when she was arrested.

“Sign,” said the guard pushing a document in Russian in front of Maria.

Maria signed it, it didn’t really matter what it said, she was going nowhere soon.

“American, right?” The guard asked.

“Yes, that’s right,” Maria answered making sure to look the guard in the eyes.

“Having a good time in Russia? Don’t worry, you will get to experience a lot of the culture here,” the guard laughed and the other one ed in.

“Da, Siberia is beautiful in the winter and it is always winter,” the other guard laughed.

“Maybe I will get myself a souvenir or two, perhaps one of those ridiculous hats you are wearing,” Maria replied making an extra effort not to let her voice wobble.

The two guards looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing again.

“We have a cocky American here! I wonder how long she stays like that?” The guard behind the desk said.

“I want to see how fast talking she is when the girls are making her clean the toilet bowl with her tongue” the other guard laughed.

“Ah, she’s a pretty one, they will definitely be using her tongue for something!”

Maria gritted her teeth and made sure she stood tall even though she felt the ball of dread in the pit of her stomach grow.

“Now strip!” the guard behind demanded.

Again, she knew she had no choice, her lawyer told her to just do what she was told and don’t cause any trouble. She took off her sweatshirt and immediately felt a wave of cold. Then she pulled off her top, kicked off her shoes and pulled down her jeans. She put them all on the desk and did her best not to look fazed.

“Don’t stop there,” the guard behind her said.

Maria did what she was told, unfastened her bra, releasing her shapely round breasts into the air, and placed it on the desk. She knew her dark nipples were also rock hard as the cold bit at them and made them stiff. The guards just watched, they had seen this a thousand times before, although Maria was certain her olive-skinned Latina complexion wasn’t the norm for winter in Siberia. She lowered her panties and placed them on the desk too, she felt herself blush, the total vulnerability.

“You want to sniff them or something?” Maria asked nodding at her panties, she wasn’t going to allow herself to be intimidated, but she felt the words lacked the confidence she had hoped for.

“It isn’t us you need to worry about,” the guard said with a laugh, “but the girls in here… you try that shit with them and they are going to eat you alive. They will especially like that you made an effort to wax your pussy!” The guard added looking down at Maria’s recently waxed crotch.

Maria couldn’t help but tremble, she tried to tell herself it was the cold. She did her best to cover herself up as the guards checked out between her legs.

“In the corner, hands against the wall, and squat,” the guard behind her ordered.

Maria knew what was coming and she knew she had no choice – she did what she was told. She lined up next to Kayla who glanced sideways at her, teeth chatting and eyes red from crying.

“It will be ok,” Maria whispered, even though she couldn’t possibly see how.

Kayla managed a feeble nod of appreciation. Then they heard the snap of a rubber glove being put on. Kayla whimpered again as they braced for what was to happen next. Maria heard the guard move down the line and the occasional gasp from one of the other prisoners. Then it was Kayla’s turn.

“Please wake up, please wake up, please wake up, please wake up,” whimpered Kayla again and again.

“This is a tight one,” chuckled the guard as fingers probed Kayla. Kayla gave a massive sob that broke Maria’s heart. ‘Kayla was a sweet girl and didn’t deserve to be going through this,’ she thought.

“Make sure you get right in there,” said the other guard.

Maria heard Kayla breathe in sharply as fingers were forced deeper inside her. Seconds later and the guard moved onto Maria.

“Squat lower! Ass out! Legs apart!” barked the guard and Maria felt a sharp smack on her buttocks. Maria did as instructed and felt her cold air on her pussy and exposed asshole.

She felt a finger pressing on the entrance to her vagina, and a second later it was inside her swirling around searching for any contraband. Then it was onto her anus that was probed the same way. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth determined not to cry out. The guard, satisfied, moved away. There was the sound of a tap being turned and then Maria’s whole world turned to ice. A blast of freezing water washed over her, she opened her mouth to gasp but no sound came out. She tried to cover herself up but it was futile, the power hose cut straight through her defense until she was just a shivering little ball on the cold tiled floor. The guard moved down the line and blasted each girl one by one to the sound of pitiful cries.

“Get up!” Maria heard one of the guards say. She stood, her whole body shaking, her long dark hair hung limply down her back. She wanted to cry.

“Nothing funny to say now, American?” the guard with the hose asked with a cruel smile as she walked down the line.

Maria said nothing, she could barely think.

The guard behind the desk threw each of the prisoners a coarse towel along with grey sweatpants and matching top along with plain plimsolls.

One of the guards loitered next to Maria as she frantically dried herself, the towel scratching her skin, and pulled on the clothes.

“You think you are tough, but the girls in here will break you in days. Next time I see you, you probably will be on your knees with your tongue in someone’s cunt crying like the bitch you are.”

Maria lifted her head and stared at the guard defiantly while she gritted her teeth even tighter to stop them from chattering and made herself look as tough a possible, while on the inside she just repeated, ‘Do not cry, don’t let them see you cry.’

After they had all dressed the guards led them through countless steel-reinforced doors and ed several checkpoints, most empty but some were stationed with equally tough guards who watched her with imive eyes. They then entered the main prison block, dozens of cells on several floors overlooked the central concourse, inside which, women looked out curious to see the new animals in the zoo.

Cheers and whoops filled the block as Kayla wet herself. A dark wet stain spread from the crotch of her light grey sweatpants and down the inside of her legs. She broke down in floods of tears as she continued to walk, urine still flowing down her pants and leaving a trail. Kayla placed her hands over herself but it was completely in vain as she couldn’t stop herself from peeing and the dark stain continued to spread down.

The sight of this made Maria tremble with fear, both for her friend and for herself as suddenly all she could think about was her own full bladder. ‘Be

strong Kayla, please be strong,’ she thought to herself, the words also applying to herself. Maria looked up and around at the hundreds of faces all glaring down at her. Her bladder felt weak and a terrifying thought crossed her mind - what if she also was to wet herself right now, in front of all the other prisoners? It would be like jumping into a shark tank covered in blood. She tried to push that thought to the back of her mind to stand tall, to look defiantly back at anyone who caught her eye. One of the prisoners shouted something at her in Russian, she had no idea what it was but the way she was licking her fingers that were shaped like a ‘V’ left her no doubt as to the woman’s intentions. Fuck, her bladder wanted to release! ‘Please, God, please let me just get to my cell without me pissing myself!’ She thought.

The guards viciously mocked Kayla who looked like she was about to collapse into the puddle of her own making. Maria wanted to help her friend, do something to stand up for her but she was too afraid. Her anger was tempered by her own dread and she did nothing.

One by one the guards pointed at cells with their truncheons and the girls filed off. Maria watched as Kayla was led up to the next level and shoved into a cell, she was still shaking uncontrollably.

“You, in there!” the guard shouted at Maria as she pointed at an open cell door.

Maria hurried inside, desperate to get out of sight of the hordes of women taunting and hollering.

The cell was small with two single beds, a metal toilet at the end and nothing else. The walls were bare brick and the light on the high ceiling was so dirty the room was cast in a dull yellow hue. Sitting on one of the bunks, wrapped in the bed’s blankets, was a girl, at least five or six years younger than Maria, maybe

twenty-one or twenty-two. She had short blond hair that had been roughly cut, but she was pretty with bright blue eyes and delicate features. The girl looked up as Maria was shoved in, she immediately pressed herself hard against the wall tucking her legs up under her chin in order to make herself as small as possible. The guard shouted some words in Russian to her, the girl nodded obediently, eyes full of fear. Then the door slammed shut.

“Hello?” the girl said still curled up in the corner of her bed.

“Who the hell are you?” snarled Maria, trying to sound as aggressive as possible, fear and adrenaline pumping through her.

The girl shrunk back even further and pulled the blankets tight around her.

“I’m… I’m Ivana,” the girl stammered.

Maria realized that this girl was no threat and there was no need to act so tough. She actually felt bad for scaring the girl more than she already was.

“Hey, sorry,” Maria said softly and raised her hands to show she meant no harm, “I’m Maria, I’m American.”

“Hi..”

“Jesus, it is cold in here!” Maria thought aloud and then realized why Ivana had wrapped herself up in the blankets.

“Yeah, you don’t get a heated cell unless…” Ivana started then petered out.

“Unless what?”

“Unless Tatiana says so,” Ivana replied.

Maria ed her need to pee and looked at the toilet and then back at Ivana awkwardly.

Ivana shrugged, “It’s ok, I won’t look. I was the same when I first got here. I was so scared I peed myself when the guards were hosing me down so they wouldn’t notice,” Ivana added with a little smile. This honesty made Maria feel a little better.

She hurried over to the toilet, glanced at Ivana who was looking down at the floor. It was hardly the best way to introduce yourself, Maria thought. She sat down and tried to relieve herself but she couldn’t.

“It is strange first few times,” said Ivana, “But then you just get used to it.”

Maria took a breath and heard the sound of pouring water. Above her was a

small window, the glare of one of the floodlights could be seen as it moved across the walls.

“Who is this Tatiana?” she asked feeling awkward at just the sound of her own running water.

Ivana looked at her in surprise, then ed she had said she wasn’t going to look and turned away quickly, “Tatiana, she is in charge here.”

“You mean like the Warden?”

“No, no, she is an inmate. She is the daughter of Demetri Vladimirov. He runs the Moscow underworld.”

“So she is a Mafia Princess?” asked Maria finishing up, and flushing.

“Da…a real princess,” said Ivana with a dry smile, “She owns everyone here, prisoners, guards, warden…everyone. This is her playground, everyone here is for her to play with… her own little game.”

Maria pulled the blankets off the bed and wrapped them around herself before sitting down, they did little to fight off the cold and now her adrenalin was coming down she shivered.

“So how do we convince her to give you a warmer cell?”

“You have to do something for her…” Ivana answered.

“Like what?”

“Anything she asks…” replied Ivana.

“The way the guards spoke it is like this place is full of lesbians, but I think they were just trying to scare me.”

“Hmm… with Tatiana it isn’t as much about the sex… it is about power and control.”

“Well I’m straight so I will have to find something else to offer her,” said Maria.

Ivana studied Maria before speaking again, “Who knows, perhaps you have something she wants. Mostly is she just bored and finds amusement in playing games with the prisoners, but rumor has it she has another plan.”

Maria’s tummy growled and she ed she hadn’t eaten all day.

“If you ask the guards nicely they will make you a sandwich,” said Ivana.

“Really?”

Ivana laughed, “No, it was a joke! Maybe I need to practice my sarcastic tone more.”

Maria glowered at her, not liking to be made fun of, especially in her vulnerable situation.

“OK… well sorry…” said Ivana and fidgeted under her blankets, “You’ve missed dinner. I have a cookie.” Ivana put her hand down her pants and pulled out a small chewed cookie, “Hmm… well half a cookie anyway. You want?”

The idea of where Ivana had been concealing the snack made Maria dubious and she shook her head. Ivana shrugged and delicately nibbled at it, trying to make it last as long as possible.

Outside the cell, there were shouts and a feeble cry. Maria looked nervously at the barred opening that served as a window in the thick metal door. The terrified cry turned into a miserable whimper that set off a chorus of mocking taunts. Maria bit her trembling lower lip.

“First night is really difficult for some people,” said Ivana, studying Maria’s fearful expression.

“How…how bad can it be here?” stammered Maria, not able to hide her concern.

“Until girls work their way up the pecking order… it can be bad…real bad.”

“What do they do to girls at the bottom?” Maria’s voice trembled, her eyes darting fearfully at the barred window.

“You need to prepare yourself… you will be taken…”

“Taken? You mean… raped?”

Ivana nodded, “I’m not sure if anyone here has not been forced at least once…”

“Even you?”

Ivana pulled her blankets even tighter around her slim body, “Don’t fight them, just let them have you. There is no other way.”

Maria sniffed back a sob and quickly wiped away a tear before it could run down her cheek.

“I’m sorry…” continued Ivana, “It is just the way it is. The more beautiful you are… the more it will happen.”

“Well, I would like to see them try!” snarled Maria with as much bravado as possible.

“That girl who wet herself on the way in… she is in for a really tough time,” said Ivana, “Every time there are new arrivals there are always a few that wet themselves and the women here have a… unique way of picking on those girls.”

“Oh, Kayla…” sighed Maria.

“She is your friend?... I’m sorry… Maybe best you pretend you don’t know her…”

There was the sound of a deep female voice bellowing outside the cell followed by a banging on the door. Maria glanced over at Ivana, unable to hide the look of fear in her eyes.

“It’s ok, it's just lights out and time to sleep,” explained Ivana.

“Oh ok,” said Maria, breathing a sigh of relief.

“It’s good you try to act tough,” Ivana said, “But I think you might need to be more convincing. There are serious people in here.”

“I can look after myself, I am half Puerto Rican,” replied Maria with pride.

“This isn’t Puerto Rico…nor America… this is Russia. There are no rules here,” she then hesitated, “Erm… which bed do you prefer we sleep in?”

“I’m ok with the one I am on, thanks?” Maria answered, unsure what Ivana meant, thinking it was to do with the language barrier.

“Ok, I come over there,” said Ivana and started picking up her blankets.

“No, I said I am ok to sleep in this bed, you are alright to stay where you are.”

“Maria, it is cold now, in an hour it will almost be freezing in here, we need to share a bed or we will freeze to death before morning.” Maria looked up at her unsure so Ivana continued, “You are unlucky and lucky, I am small so I won’t make much heat, but at least we can both fit in the bed easily.”

Maria realized she was right, she hadn’t stopped shivering since she had sat down, and if it was going to get even colder then freezing was a real possibility. Well, at least Ivana was a pretty, sweet girl not some smelly disgusting creature like some of the women who had leered through the bars at her had been, thought Maria.

“Ok, sure.”

Ivana climbed into the bed next to Maria and piled her blankets on top to try to keep them as warm as possible. She then wrapped her arms around Maria and nuzzled tight against her. At first, Maria felt awkward and her body stiffened at the embrace of this complete stranger, but she was grateful for the warmth.

“I forgot to tell you something…” whispered Ivana.

“What?”

“The reason I am in here…” Ivana answered, “I am a lesbian, cannibal, serial killer.”

“You’re what?” gasped Maria.

Ivana laughed sweetly, and then Maria laughed too. She couldn’t the last time she had laughed about anything, certainly not since this nightmare had started. She relaxed her body and suddenly felt very glad to have Ivana with her and wrapped her arms around the girl too. Ivana gave a slight ‘purr’ and pulled herself even tighter, resting her head on Maria’s chest.

“Maria,” whispered Ivana.

“Yeah?”

“Tomorrow, I am sure Tatiana will ask to see you, we don’t have many Americans here, especially not beautiful ones. She will be curious about you. Please do whatever she wants. Don’t try to be tough or strong, it won’t work. Just do what she says. No one will think any less of you.”

“I don’t like bullies. We need to stand up to them.”

“We are not at school, and she isn’t a playground bully, she’s a vicious psycho bitch that has complete control over us!” Ivana said with urgency, “Do you understand?”

Maria trembled and not just from the cold. Ivana felt it and hugged her even tighter trying to soothe her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…” Ivana said and gave Maria a tight squeeze, “Just you seem nice, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you… So when you meet her, show respect, don’t provoke her and if she tells you to dance around naked like a monkey then… then dance around naked like a monkey!”

“Is she likely to do that?” asked Maria with trepidation.

“Dance around like a monkey? Er… no… of course not…. That would be weird… But she will want to see that you submit to her.”

The lights went off and the cell went dark, the floodlight beam occasionally illuminating the cell as it ed over the cold black prison walls. Maria’s mind

drifted to Kayla and she wondered what kind of bedmate she had. All things considered, Maria counted herself lucky to have Ivana. But poor Kayla, her pants would still be sodden with her own pee… that would hardly ingratiate herself to her cellmate. She would have to take them off… spend her first night half-naked as a stranger held her… maybe more than just hold her…

More yells and pitiful cries echoed out the door and Maria squeezed Ivana tighter.

“Sounds like some of the new girls are being taken…” whispered Ivana.

“Don’t the guards do anything about it?”

“Sure, they watch and masturbate… maybe in…”

“How long have you been here?”

“Hmm… a couple of years or so…”

“How many times have you been… you know?”

“Raped?”

“Yeah…”

“Try not to think such thoughts. When it happens just put your mind elsewhere,” said Ivana.

“I…I don’t want it to happen to me…” whimpered Maria.

Ivana ran her hand through Maria’s long dark hair, “It isn’t about what you want… sorry… just about what they want. Do your best to pleasure them and if you are lucky it will be over quick. How long are you in for?”

“I…I’m not sure… my lawyers are going to appeal try to reduce my sentence… or have me sent to America…”

“If they fail?”

“Twenty years…” the words coming out of Maria’s mouth cracked as another wave of reality hit her again.”

“Fuck…that is a long time…” gasped Ivana.

Maria broke down into tears that she could no longer hold back, her whole body shook as she cried. Ivana held her tight.

Maria, exhausted through stress fell asleep but she woke to fierce howls and screams that would echo through the building followed by angry shouts, presumably from the guards demanding silence. She tried to focus on something else, the sound of the bitter wind that tortured the prison wall with relentless teeth of ice, anything to try to drown out the wretched wails of girls being forced again and again. She prayed Kayla wasn’t one of the voices she could hear, that she had gotten lucky and had a sweet girl, like Ivana, in her arms.

Then thoughts of her situation and how she got there ran through her head, getting caught with those weapons and forged documents was so stupid. And tomorrow she knew she was going to start paying for it. She would do anything to be back home, in her cramped apartment, complaining to her brother that he hadn’t come round to fix the air-con and it was too hot. She shivered, the cold was unrelenting. She hugged Ivana tighter to get as much warmth from her body as she could. Ivana mumbled and hugged her back, their legs entwined and at that moment Maria felt closer to this pretty stranger as she had ever done to anyone in her life. She felt Ivana’s hands reach up under her top and onto her bareback, her hands were warm and it felt good to feel such a caring touch – kind and tender.

*****

Violent banging on the door woke Maria with a start, her eyes burst wide open, shaken from a nightmare she must have drifted into and into the equally scary real world.

“Inspections in twenty minutes,” mumbled Ivana, eyes still closed, her face

partly buried against Maria’s breasts, “Plenty of time,” she added.

“Then what happens?”

“Then showers…” came a slow mumbled response, “then breakfast. Mmm… you have wonderful comfy breasts, warm and soft.”

Maria didn’t take much notice of the last comment, the idea of having a shower as her introduction to all the other prisoners terrified her.

“Do we need to shower?” she asked with no pretense of courage.

“Of course, otherwise you get smelly, silly,” Ivana sat up and yawned, “Today will be a big day for you, but don’t worry I will look after you,” and with those words, she threw some punches into the air with a playful yell of ‘Kapow!’ “Unless they have shives, then you are on your own,” she added with a smile.

“That’s not funny!” Maria snapped out of nerves.

“It is a little funny,” Ivana replied with shrug.

Maria stood behind Ivana in a queue. She could feel dozens of eyes on her, some curious some hostile. A guard indicted for a batch of them to move forward with

a bored wave of her hand.

“We undress now,” whispered Ivana over her shoulder, and immediately pulled off her sweat-suit. Maria could see her perfect porcelain skin, and her eyes darted involuntarily down to her small but shapely round ass. Then she noticed the guard staring at her and she quickly pulled off her own clothes. The sense of total vulnerability returned.

“Just throw them in this basket, we get fresh ones on the other side of the shower,” Ivana said glancing over her shoulder, “Oh, you are trembling, don’t be scared.”

“I am not scared,” snapped Ivana back, “Just cold.”

“Cold? You wait till you get in the shower, then you will know what cold feels like! But seriously, no one is going to take you in the shower, well not without Tatiana’s permission anyway and as she hasn’t met you yet, so you are perfectly safe,” said Ivana.

“Really?”

Ivana turned around and gave Maria’s hand a squeeze, “Really!” Her eyes then dropped down to take in the rest of Maria’s curvy body, “Oh wow, you don’t see many like that in Russia,” she said with a mischievous grin. She then dragged her eyes back up to Maria’s and gave her a smile, “Come on.”

Maria felt a little reassured and also found herself checking the rest of Ivana’s slim body, she had small breasts but they were shapely and very pert, with tidy little areolas and cute pink nipples. Ivana let go of her hand and at the instruction of the guard the batch of prisoners entered the shower.

Maria gasped at the blast of cold water. She grabbed a bar of almost scentless soap and rubbed herself with it as quickly as possible. There was a plastic dispenser that provided some kind of shampoo, like the soap it was almost devoid of all smell. As she turned to wash the shampoo from her hair she saw some of the other inmates looking over at her. Amongst the pale-skinned bodies, her olive complexion was attracting interest.

Two women chatted to each other as they washed and looked over at Maria making it clear she was the subject of their conversation. Maria washed quicker. She had always heard tales, half joking of prison showers and what went on there, and she couldn’t believe life had made it a reality for her. The two women came over to Maria and her heart suddenly sped up. They spoke to her in Russian, the tone, like everything said in Russian, didn’t sound friendly. Maria shrugged showing her incomprehension.

“My friend says she likes your ass,” one of the women said, the other nodded in agreement, “I prefer your tits.”

Despite the water running over her, Maria’s mouth went dry. How was she meant to respond? Be tough and threaten them, hoping to scare them off. Or just ignore them, hope they would leave her alone.

The one that hadn’t spoken suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Maria’s ass in both her hands. Maria pulled away.

“Get the fuck away from me!” she squealed in an unintentionally high voice.

The two women laughed before one spoke again, “Show us your asshole.”

Maria backed up against the cold, tiled wall. Behind the two women, she saw several other girls washing. Some looked over with curiosity while others kept their heads down so as not to attract attention. Clearly, none of them were going to help. She raised her hands and clenched her fists in defiance.

The two women laughed and one grabbed at her wrists. For Maria, everything moved in slow motion. This was it, she was about to be raped, something that everyone in the world dreaded and now it was about to happen to her.

Her wet arms made them slippery and she was able to struggle free with one hand and without even thinking, found herself throwing a punch. Her fist connected on one of the women’s noses sending her reeling back in pain. Suddenly the shower was alive with cheering as the fight broke out. The other woman rammed her fist into Maria’s midriff buckling her over and knocking the wind out of her lungs. She was grabbed by the roots of her hair and thrown against the wall, stunning her. Then the other woman, who had recovered from the bloodied nose pulled back her fist to deliver a punch. Maria kicked out from pure instinct catching the woman in the knee. The woman slipped on the slick tiles and hit the floor hard. The other woman, distracted by her friend’s fall, looked down at her prone comrade giving Maria an opening to deliver another punch right on the ear. She felt her own knuckles burn with pain but the woman toppled and collapsed next to her friend. More cheers went up in unison as Maria stood naked but victorious.

“Wow, you showed them! I was just about to come and help,” said Ivana with a grin.

“I thought you said Tatiana wouldn’t let anyone touch me?” Maria panted, her adrenaline making her legs shake.

Ivana shrugged, “I can’t be right all the time. We will have to come up with a name for you… maybe the Puerta Rican Puncher… no… that’s shit… Give me time, I’ll think of something! Anyway, come on.”

Maria followed Ivana out not knowing if she was more scared than before or not. She had survived her first encounter but knew there would be more. They stepped out of the shower and picked up a towel from the rack along with a fresh sweatsuit. Maria tried not to look around at the other women dressing and just focused on herself, even though she could feel eyes on her.

“It’s breakfast time now. You are in for a real treat! Friday always has the best food!”

“Isn’t it Thursday?”

“Is it?” pondered Ivana, “Hmm… I lose track of time… in that case, you are not in for a treat… never mind.”

Maria followed Ivana down drab corridors, each painted a depressing dark green, each looking identical. Every woman they ed eyed her suspiciously

but didn’t do anything. As they approached the end of one age a wave of noise greeted them, loud, boisterous and the closest thing to joyful Maria had heard since her arrival.

They rounded the corner and into a large canteen, that was quickly filling with inmates. In precise rows were lines of long metal tables with benches bolted to the floor next to them. All in all, there were over two dozen of them each being able to seat about twenty people. Ivana led Maria between the tables towards the far wall where they collected a plastic tray, with molded-in sections to save the use of plates, then lined. One wall opened up into a counter, behind which were serving five inmates dressed in aprons and hairnets.

Maria took in the scene. At some tables women were laughing loudly over a joke, or arguing heatedly… Maria struggled to tell the difference when it came to Russians. Other tables were quiet, the inmates keeping their heads down, fearfully glancing up whenever anyone walked past. Guards patrolled around the tables, eyes alert, hands tightly gripping their truncheons.

“Like being back in school, no?” asked Ivana.

Maria gave the slightest of laughs, in many ways it did feel like that. She had attended a rough, inner-city school where she and her friends used to joke it felt like being in prison. The actual reality was far worse, however. She watched as a large woman got up, still laughing with her friends seated at the table, walked over to one of the quiet tables and proceed to take all their oatmeal cookies. One by one the girls held out the cookies, eyes down submissively while she collected them, stopping only when one girl failed to do so. The woman snarled and with her free hand grabbed the back of the girl’s head and pulling her hair yanked her hair back before slamming the girl’s face back down onto the tray and into her porridge. The woman held the struggling girl down while the other girls just sat there and watched fearfully. The guards kept an eye on the situation but did nothing. The rest of the prisoners' reactions were mixed, some took

absolutely no notice, others watched nervously while plenty cheered and jeered.

“She’s… she’s going to drown…” stammered Maria, her heart starting to pound.

“That big one is Grishna, she likes her cookies and gets really pissed when she doesn’t get all her takings,” said Ivana, her tone one of a tour guide rather than someone watching a girl on the brink of being murdered.

Only when the girl’s flailing arms weakened and went limp did Grishna release her.

“Is she dead?” gasped Maria.

“No, just unconscious. If Grishna killed her cookie bitches every time they failed to pay up then she would quickly run out of cookies… and she really loves those cookies.”

“Why wouldn’t they just pay up?” asked Maria, watching as Grishna return to her table to count her booty. The unconscious girl’s friends pulled her face out of the porridge and shook her until the girls gasped back into life, milky fluid pouring from her mouth, blood running down her broken nose.

“Hmm… how do you say in your expression? ‘Caught in a rock and a hard place.”

“Between a rock and a hard place,” Maria corrected.

“Right! In that case the rock is Grishna, that big Bulgarian brute. The hard place is “The Major,” said Ivan nodding towards a guard, leaning against the wall and eating a cookie. Maria recognized the Major as the woman that had fingered her and hosed her down on her arrival. “I guess that poor little thing decided that today it would be better half drowned than… than whatever the Major would have done to her. So today she gives the cookie to the Major, tomorrow she will have to make that decision again.”

“That’s terrible…”

Ivana shrugged, “There are worse things than having to just give up a cookie… Besides, if she had been smart she should have stolen one of her friend’s cookies and let her friend take the nose dive into the porridge. Surviving in prison isn’t just about being strong, it is about being smart.”

The queue moved along the wall until they reached the counter where solemnfaced women ladled out the gloopy porridge, an apple, juice carton and oatmeal cookie. Maria watched as a petit woman served her, she was really pretty, with short dark hair, pale skin, delicate ruby red lips and large brown eyes. Maria guessed that she must have been only eighteen and wondered what she could have possibly done to have ended up in this hell-hole. Their eyes met and Maria gave her a smile, and felt sorry for the girl, momentarily forgetting she also was sharing the same fate. The girl was almost surprised at being smiled at and looked down nervously. Ivana noticed Maria’s interest in the young woman.

“How are you today, Inga?” Ivana asked the girl.

The girl looked at Ivana confused. Her eyes darted between Maria and Ivana almost fearfully.

“Oh, today we are speaking English because of my new American friend. Do you speak English?” Ivana asked Inga.

“Little…” mumbled the girl nervously.

“Inga is my absolute favorite!” declared Ivana, “Inga can we each have an extra cookie? Please, please, please!” Ivana tilted her head coquettishly and batted her eyelashes.

With a trembling hand, Inga furtively added an extra cookie to each of their trays.

“Spasibo! I mean thank you!” said Ivana.

“Hello,” Maria said and smiled again at the timid girl.

“Privet,” the girl answered, then glanced at Ivana, “I mean… hello.”

“Come on let’s find a table with the cool kids,” said Ivana and headed off.

“Nice meeting you,” Maria said softly to Inga who just managed a feeble nod.

Maria followed Ivana as she started weaving through the tables, then she noticed Kayla. She was sitting at the end of a table trying to look as small as possible and ignoring the looks from the prisoners a few seats down.

“Hey, Ivana. My friend is sitting there.”

Ivana turned and looked to where Maria was gesturing, “Hmm… the girl who wet herself? Maybe best if we don’t hang out with her…”

Maria ignored Ivana and walked over to Kayla and sat down next to her.

“Hi?”

Kayla jumped and instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. She appeared terrible, her eyes were bloodshot from crying, and dark circles around them showed she had not slept. Around her neck she was wearing a leather dog collar

“Maria…” whimpered Kayla, “Thank God.”

“Are you ok?” Maria reached out and took Kayla’s hand.

“I…I can’t stay here… we need to get out… I can’t do twenty years here… I just can’t…” Kayla looked like she would cry had she had any tears left to shed.

“We just have to stay strong. One day at a time!” said Maria, trying to inject as much conviction into her words as she could, “Why are you wearing that dog collar?”

Kayla just gave a sniff turned away.

“Hello there!” said Ivana with a cute little wave.

Kayla looked up and just managed the meekest of nods.

“I’m Ivana, you must be Maria’s friend. Super nice to meet you. How did you find your first night?”

Kayla’s eyes just dropped and she didn’t say a word.

“I know, it is quite an adjustment,” continued Ivana, “The first few weeks are definitely the toughest, but after that… well… it is still shit… but shit you have kinda got used to.” Kayla still didn’t say anything and Ivana looked at Maria confused, “Is my English not good? You must tell me if I speak wrong, otherwise, I won’t learn.”

“I can’t do this, I’m not strong enough…” Kayla whispered.

“You need to eat your apple, it might make you feel better,” suggested Ivana.

“Has someone hurt you?” asked Maria, “If anyone has touched you I will kill them!”

“Your friend is super tough! She has already beaten up two of Grishna’s women… we are yet to see if that turns out to have been a good move or not… but I am going to spread the word that Maria is the Peurtorican Punisher! Catchy eh?”

“Those were that Grishna’s friends?” asked Maria, suddenly concerned and glancing over to where the Bulgarian Brute was sitting and laughing.

“You might want to start saving up your cookies…” replied Ivana.

Maria looked back at Kayla that just stirred her porridge in endless circles, “So did someone take you?”

Kayla nodded.

Chapter Two – Kayla Lawson

“Just a little to the left, and then the right, and a quick jiggle and…. Hey Presto!” grinned Kayla with pride as the large padlock clicked and fell into the snow without a sound.

“Not just a pretty face,” said Jake with an approving nod.

“Nope, I have pretty feet too!” laughed Kayla.

“Well, get those pretty feet moving before I freeze my ass off…” said Maria who rubbed her mittens together and bobbed up and down to stave off the cold.

Frank pushed open the large metal gates and they walked into the large warehouse.

“And we are sure no one is here?” asked Kayla, shining her torch inside, the light catching row upon row of large trucks.

“We have a good twenty minutes before the next shift gets here and starts patrolling,” confirmed Jake, in his customary calm manner.

“Then let’s get what we came for and get out as fast as possible,” said Maria and walked ahead, “Which row are we looking for?”

“Row D.”

“And which one is that?” asked Maria shining her torch on thick concrete pillars that had Cyrillic writing stenciled on.

“Let’s just try the fourth one along?” suggested Kayla.

They walked through endless rows of giant trucks. It was spooky in here and Kayla did her best to keep up with Maria, fearful of being separated.

“This is the one,” said Jake, shining his torch up from a piece of paper and onto the registration plate on an enormous truck. It looked like it might have been in the soviet army, a faded red star could be still seen on the door into the cab. The fender had a severe ding in it and rust could be seen starting to form along ts.

“They certainly didn’t build them pretty,” said Kayla looking the truck up and down like a farmer inspecting his new bull and finding it wanting.

“Nope, but they did build them to last,” said Frank, “This was built in the sixties and it probably runs as well now as it did then. Those commies knew their stuff.”

“Maybe we should give it a name? What about Butch?” suggested Kayla with childish glee.

“Sure, why not?” laughed Jake with an amused shake of the head.

“Well I am up for a ride on Butch, hope he is as rough and tough as he looks,” smiled Maria, giving Jake a wink.

“I’m going to check our cargo,” said Frank and hurried around back. Jake followed him.

Maria climbed up onto the high side rail and opened the unlocked door, “Keys in the ignition, as promised.”

Kayla climbed up behind Maria, “Look at this cute little compartment at the back with a little bed. Maybe you and Jake could use it to F.U.C.K?” teased Kayla.

“Maybe,” grinned Maria, “And maybe after we have broken it in you and Frank could give it a go?”

“Me and Frank?! Maria, I like my men rough and rugged as much as the next hot-blooded girl, but Frank is a little… too rough!”

“Suit yourself, just saying this is going to be a long cold trip and you might want someone to warm you up.”

“Perhaps I could borrow Jake for a night or two?”

Maria stuck her tongue out and then laughed, “He’s mine, all mine!”

“Fine, I’ll just watch you two shag,” sighed Kayla, “As you say, I will need to find some way to entertain myself on this trip.”

Frank and Jake climbed into the cab, both with naughty schoolboy grins.

“Please tell me you are smiling like that because it’s all there, and not because you just blew each other in the back?” asked Maria.

“Oh, it’s all there!” smiled Jake giving Maria a big kiss, “This time, babe, this time we have hit it big!”

Frank started the truck which rumbled into life with a deep growl making Frank nod with satisfaction, “Built to run and run.”

He rammed the shift into gear and pressed down on the gas. The huge beast lurched forward and they drove out, ed the other trucks, and out into the cold Ukrainian night.

*****

Kayla sat sipping her beer while inspecting the talent on display. The bar didn’t offer much in the way of handsome young men. Most were older guys with scruffy beards and tired, worn faces and the younger guys, that were there, weren’t that hot. A fact which didn’t deter their overly made-up girlfriends clinging onto them for dear life, fearful that their prized possessions could be led astray.

“They said all Ukrainians were gorgeous,” moaned Kayla, “Not sure who ‘they’ are, but ‘they’ are wrong!”

“This is a layover bar in the ass-end of nowhere, what were you expecting, supermodels?” laughed Jake, his arm around Maria.

“Right now I don’t want super… anything above hideous would do just fine,” Kayla sighed.

The bar started to fill up and soon the air was thick with smoke and reverberated with loud conversation. All the while an eclectic mix of eighties pop music played.

“I’m going to get another beer,” said Kayla, “If this stuff actually is beer.”

She walked over to the bar, narrowly avoiding colliding with drunk truckers, some of who leered at her hungrily. ‘It’s not much of a compliment,’ Kayla said to herself, ‘But I guess it is better than nothing.’

She reached the bar and pointed to the bottle of what she had before. The barman checked her up and down, taking in her slim figure and small breasts that her vest top hinted at before handing over the bottle and saying something in Ukrainian. Kayla could tell it was a flirt but had no idea of the exact meaning so just shrugged, ‘Even the barmen were ugly, what kind of place is this?’ Then she eyed up a young man on the other side of the room, ‘Not exactly gorgeous, but he will do just nicely.’ She waited for the man to look over and she smiled while pushing out her chest. The man looked away. Kayla sighed, ‘Some fucking men, don’t have the balls they were born with.’

The song on the jukebox changed and Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry Like the Wolf’ started to play. She gave a happy squeal and rushed over to Maria.

“Maria, we’ve got to dance to this! I haven’t heard this song since Boston!”

“There isn’t a dancefloor here…”

“We don’t need a dancefloor to shake our stuff!”

“We are meant to be keeping a low profile,” grumbled Frank.

“Pff! You are so boring! Come on Maria!”

Maria looked at Jake who shrugged. With a sigh, she got up and let Kayla lead her by the hand to an open space near the jukebox. Kayla danced unabashed, arms around above her head, her vest top riding up to reveal her toned midriff and pierced belly button. Maria took a little longer to warm up but quickly her Latina hips were swaying to the music, her long dark hair swinging backward and forwards. Very soon they were attracting attention, a lot of attention. Ukrainian truckers stopped their boisterous conversations and watched the two, hot American girls spin, and dance, and occasionally shake their butts, to a collection of eighties songs.

The young man, who had caught Kayla’s eye before, came over with a few of his friends and awkwardly tried to them. While Maria politely refused to allow any hands to be placed on her, Kayla happily encouraged such attention. The young man stood behind Kayla, hands on her hips while Kayla ground her ass into his crotch and grinned when she felt a firmness start to rise in the man’s pants. She pressed harder, moving her ass up and down until his cock was being stroked and he let out a gasp of pleasure. Kayla was already imagining how good that cock was going to feel inside her and she felt a wave of warmth start to stir between her legs. Then the ‘dancefloor’ descended into chaos.

A young woman, not altogether unattractive, came storming over and started berating the young man, her anger equally divided between her boyfriend and the American interloper. The man stepped away from Kayla, forgetting his arousal was creating a tent in his pants and tried to calm the girl with hands raised in surrender. The man’s erection infuriated the girl who swang her handbag at Kayla who only managed to dodge by dropping to the sticky floor. The boyfriend tried to step in and received a whack for his troubles and soon three other girls came marching over to retrieve their men.

As Kayla got to her feet, the girlfriend grabbed at her neck and hair and started

to tug. Kayla yelped in pain and surprise as she struggled to break free. Maria stepped in and wrenched the woman away from Kayla and shoved her back. All four girls now lined up, anger burning in their eyes, and leaped forward like wild cats, each snarling and hissing. Maria held her own and her fists started to fly. One by one the women dropped while Kayla snuck behind Maria who was taking on all comers.

The bar was alive with cheers and whoops from the truckers as Maria kept throwing punches. Even Frank clapped and Jake smiled proudly at his girl. Eventually, the boyfriends pulled their beaten and bruised girlfriends away from the fight and out the door leaving Maria panting, with torn clothes, a bloodied lip and hair sticking wildly out in all directions. She turned to see Kayla standing behind her, not a hair out of place.

“Thanks for the help,” snorted Maria.

“I had your back,” grinned Kayla and then gave Maria a big hug.

That night Kayla lay alone on the hard travel stop bed listening to the rhymic bangs on her wall behind her headboard and Maria’s cries of ion. She sighed, slipped her hand into her panties and started rubbing away trying to imagine she was in Maria’s position.

*****

Kayla had thought it was cold the night before but now the weather had taken an

even icier turn. To make matters worse her head still ached from the Vodka last night at the farmhouse. She had had her fair share of booze over the years but that Russian stuff had totally destroyed her. How she had gotten to bed, and why she had woken up half-naked she had no idea. The wind had picked up in the afternoon and the snow had begun falling in sheets. By sundown a blizzard had plunged the whole area into a whiteout. Alina and Sergei had been fairly upbeat about this, “The worse the weather the less likely they check the truck,” Alina had said. Kayla tried to hold onto that upside as right now, even in the truck it was freezing.

They ed a signpost that was almost completely hidden by the snow, not that it mattered as they couldn’t read the Cyrillic writing, but they knew that meant the checkpoint lay just ahead.

“, calm and polite,” said Jake, “These guys might be on our new friends’ payroll but a little charm still goes a long way. Kayla, get in the back with Maria and stay quiet.”

Kayla climbed into the back compartment of the truck which was pitch black, if she hadn’t known Maria was there she wouldn’t have been able to see her even though she was just inches away. She peered between the front seats and saw their headlights pick up the gatehouse just ahead. The razor wire flanked it on both sides. The barrier was down and inside a small gatehouse could be seen a couple of figures, their shapes hard to distinguish through the layers of coats and thick hats.

Kayla reached out, took Maria’s hand and gripped it tight. Maria squeezed back and Kayla shuffled across so they were side by side. The truck slowed and stopped.

The two figures came out, the layers of clothes gave them the appearance of bears as they ambled through the snow. However, these bears were carrying guns. They reached the driver’s side and Jake rolled down the window, Maria’s forged transit papers already in hand.

“Good evening, how you boys getting on?” Asked Jake with his customary charm.

The two guards looked at each other and then one reached out, “Papers.”

Jake handed over the documents and the guard shone his torch over them even as the wind threatened to tear them from his grasp.

“All good?” asked Jake as he felt the guard was taking a bit too long. The guard looked up but said nothing before returning to his scrutiny of the papers.

“Vegetables?” the guard said at last, half a statement and half a question.

“That’s right, good old Russian potatoes.”

“It is winter. We don’t grow potatoes in Russian winter.”

“Oh, right…” Jake sputtered.

“Be more careful with your lies, American. Just say car parts.”

“Did I say vegetables? I meant to say car parts and…” Jake reached down and pulled out two clear bottles, “Russian Potato Vodka,” He held the bottles up for the guards to see.

The two guards looked at each other and then back up to Jake. Jake sighed in relief when he saw the guards both had broad smiles on their faces.

“Sergei’s finest,” the guard said with a grin, “Well you and your car parts are free to cross into Chechnya.”

“That’s great!” smiled Jake, “You boys have a good evening,” and he moved to start the truck.

“Just need to check the cabin first.”

“What? Why?”

“Because…”

“Ok…fine…” shrugged Jake.

The guard stepped up onto the railing that ran along the side of the truck and shone his torch in. The light first dazzled Jake and then Frank as it was shone into his face, and then the guard was about to step back down when he saw Maria and Kayla in the back.

“You two going to have yourselves a sexy party?” laughed the guard.

Jake glanced back at the two women and then back at the guard, “Yeah, they keep us warm if you know what I mean?” he said giving a naughty wink.

The guard nodded with understanding and grinned, “Maybe before you go you let us have a turn with them?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your whores,” said the guard, “It’s so cold out here it would be good to have our cocks warmed up.”

Jake tried to think, come up with a reason… any excuse, “Come on guys, it’s late we gotta get back on the road.”

“Twenty minutes, no longer. Maybe less for my colleague,” the guard replied and got a faux angry retort from his fellow guard.

“That wasn’t part of the deal!” snapped Frank, his deep voice menacing.

The guard on the side rail, took a breath and gripped his gun tighter, “New deal! Send the girls out. We have good time then you get on your way,” the guard’s eyes were serious as he opened the door and stepped back down onto the ground, “Come on, out you get girls!”

“I’m not going to suck this prick’s little icicle!” whispered Maria to Jake and Frank.

“Fuck!” sighed Jake and banged the dashboard, “Listen girls, you may have to take one for Uncle Sam.”

“You want us to what?” snapped Maria.

“Just suck them off, you are damned good at it, they probably won’t last five minutes anyway.”

“Seriously?” Kayla chipped in nervously, “You actually want us to fuck these guys?”

“It’s not what I want!” protested Jake.

“Hey!” called up the guard, “Hurry up before my cock falls off!”

“Listen, here’s a hundred dollars US. Take it,” Jake called down to the guard, “Tomorrow go and treat yourselves, you will get five or six girls for that price, much better than a fumbled few minutes with these two sluts?”

“Get the girls out the truck now!” said the guard lifting his gun.

“Ok, ok! Sorry girls, we will wait here and we promise we will never talk about this again,” said Jake.

“I’m not doing it!” shouted Maria.

“Maria… what else are we meant to do?” asked Kayla, fear in her eyes.

They were interrupted by flashing lights and the sound of a truck pulling up behind them.

“Fuck!” swore the guard and then several further expletives in Russian as he hurriedly hid the bottles of vodka under his thick coat.

Moments later half a dozen Russian soldiers were approaching and a vehement discussion broke out between the two guards and the new arrivals.

“I don’t think Sergei bribed all these guys…” said Jake.

“Just drive! Fucking drive!” snapped Frank.

“We can’t! We would never get away in this snow, they would shoot us to pieces! Fuck!”

“Get out the truck!” A grim-faced, if smartly dressed, officer shouted up at them and by the line of soldiers aiming their AK-47s at them they knew this wasn’t a guy to be reasoned with. At the same time, the back of their truck was forced open and soldiers climbed inside soon followed by excited shouts as they made their discovery.

“Sorry guys…” Jake sighed as he lifted his hands and climbed down into the blizzard.

*****

Kayla sniveled part from the cold and partly from her misery. The bus hit yet another pothole making the strain on her bladder almost unbearable.

“Er…excuse me?” she asked, her voice little more than a whisper, the guard,

sitting at the front facing them, didn’t respond, “Excuse me?” she tried again a little louder.

The guard looked at her, emotionless.

“Please I really need to use the restroom, can we pull over somewhere?”

The guard smirked and Kayla couldn’t tell if the woman understood and was mocking her or simply had no idea and just found the situation of an American in this predicament amusing.

Kayla crossed her legs and tried to distract her mind. She looked behind her, towards the back of the bus was Maria, head resting on the window. Somehow she had managed to fall asleep. The dozen other women looked at miserable as she felt.

Another hour ed slowly, with every ing minute the discomfort between her legs increasing until peeing herself was becoming a very real possibility. Then a bright light shone through the bus windows and the guards stood up. Out the window a brutal stone structure loomed, cold and menacing. Images of her lawyer saying she was facing twenty years flashed into her mind. She would be forty-five by the time she got out… if she got out. How could she last that long in there! She asked herself. Any more than a couple of weeks away from home and she got homesick. Wave after wave of fear and sadness washed over her until she broke down in tears and sobbed.

They were lead through the snow across a courtyard to the sound of vicious dogs barking and the shouts of guards, then into a block. One by one they were forced

to strip and line up against the wall, every second she prayed she would wake from this unending nightmare. Fingers pushed up inside her, in her ass and into her vagina, which almost made her pee. She felt degraded and humiliated and when she saw Maria’s defiant face she wished she had her strength. Then the cold water blasted her to the floor, she gulped for breath but instead inhaled the icy water and choked. After dressing they were led into the prison and the terrible reality crashed over her.

Hundreds of leering faces stared down at them through cages like some perverted zoo, but this was a zoo where she was going to be thrown into the cages with the beasts. Kayla saw a vicious-looking woman make a crude sign at her and licked her ‘V’ shaped fingers. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst.

‘Don’t wet yourself, Kayla! Whatever you do, don’t wet yourself!’ she told herself again and again.

She felt the weight of hundreds of eyes on her, the ghastly cries echoed off the stone walls and she knew she was losing control. She stopped and crossed her legs, but the woman behind her bumped into her and forced her onwards.

‘No…oh God no…’ her bladder released.

The flow of warmth ran down the insides of both her thighs, down her legs and down to her feet. The jeers became louder and twisted into hoots of triumph at seeing one of the new girls break. Kayla knew her bladder was full and she couldn’t stop the release. She lowered her head, her face blushing a deep red and tears ran freely down her hot cheeks. Still, the warm flow continued, she glanced down and saw the large dark stain all the way down the light-grey sweatpants. She felt six years old again when she had peed herself while on a school day trip to the Aquarium when a teacher had shouted at her and scared her. This was

worse. This was a million times worse. She saw the guards point and laugh, like they knew some inside joke a joke she was going to be the butt of.

At last her bladder finished emptying. The damp fabric clung to her legs and she could smell the urine... She sobbed again to the chorus of a hundred mocking women. She was in Hell. A guard poked her at arm’s length towards some metal steps and onto a gangway that ran the length of the block. She was then shoved towards an open cell and as she went inside the door, a row of thick bars, slid shut behind.

There were three women in the cell with two double bunks on each side of the room. They all stared at the wretched little girl that stood before them, their eyes twinkling with cruel intentions. Kayla just sobbed and placed her hands over her crotch in a vain attempt the cover the embarrassing wet patch, which ran all the way down her legs. The women just laughed at her.

A tall woman with long black hair and piercing, cold blue eyes looked at her in disgust and shouted at her in Russian while pointing at her pants.

“I…I… don’t know what you are saying…” responded Kayla, but her voice was so pathetic that even if the other prisoners did speak English they still probably wouldn’t have understood.

“Take your pants off,” snarled in the woman in a heavily accented voice, “You smell!”

“I…I…I’m sorry,” Kayla sobbed “Do… do you have spare pants?”

The women looked at each other and laughed, “No.” The tall woman replied curtly.

Kayla’s head spun, she had no panties on underneath, the thought of being in the lion’s den half naked made her legs wobble. She looked around the bare cell hoping that some miracle might give her a way out. There were just cold stone walls and a high window that looked out into the darkest night. Behind her the heavy metal door looked out into the concourse, she could see rows of other prisoners, holding onto their cell doors, faces pressed between the bars and leering across from the other side. Obviously, they were expecting to be entertained by the spectacle of her being degraded by her cellmates. Kayla looked back and saw the three women start to circle her.

“P..p…please can you p… me a bedsheet?”

“Take off your fucking pants you little bitch!”

Kayla pressed herself back against the barred door as hard as she could, wishing she could squeeze through. Behind, there was a pitiful cry followed by cheers and whoops as another new inmate was taken. She felt giddy, her legs no longer seemed to be ing her weight and she started to slide down the bars onto the floor. The urine in her pants had cooled and now the damp fabric chilled her butt and legs.

“P..p…please,” she sobbed as fresh tears pooled in her eyes. Maybe Maria would turn up out of nowhere, and like some avenging superhero, save her from these villains, she thought, knowing Maria was probably in the same terrible situation.

“I’m not going to ask again,” snarled the blue-eyed woman and she pulled a small, sharp metal object from under the mattress of the top bunk.

“Oh God…oh… God…” whimpered Kayla, her eyes wide and focussed on the blade. Her hands shook as she pulled down her soaked pants. The three women watched with grins as Kayla pulled her pants over her plimsolls. She felt the cold washed over her flesh but right now that didn’t concern her.

“Throw them outside!”

Kayla put her arm through the bars and tossed the pants over the balcony and down into the middle of the concourse, which also was greeted by mocking cheers. Still slumped on the floor she put her hands between her legs to cover herself and looked up at the smiling women who were talking to each other.

“Give us your top,” sneered the woman.

“But... but it is clean,” whimpered Kayla in confusion.

The woman shrugged dismissively and just scrapped the blade against the metal bed frame. Kayla did what she was told and pulled her top over her head. It wasn’t even completely off before one of her cell-mates tore it from her grip leaving her naked. Again she could feel the cold, but still her fear and adrenaline pushed that sensation from her mind. She brought her knees up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She knew behind the other prisoners could see her bare ass pressed against the bars, but there was nothing she could do.

Nothing.

There was a loud shout from the other side of the concourse directed at her cell. The blue woman shouted back and ended with a laugh.

“My friend over there wants to see you better, stand up, let her see,” said the blue-eyed woman.

Kayla sobbed as she pulled herself to her unsteady feet using the bars as . As she stood the woman shoved her face first into the bars and pressed her naked body against the cold steel. Kayla could see all the cells on the other side were lined with the prisoners cheering at her fate. She felt so pathetic with her small tits on display to dozens of women while her ass was vulnerable to her three cellmates. She kept her legs as tight together as she could desperate not to show all of herself.

The woman who had shouted over before called out again and got a laugh from the blue-eyed woman.

“She says she likes your tight little body and is looking forward to her turn with you. But tonight you are all ours!”

The woman grabbed Kayla by the hair and pulled her back into the cell and onto one of the bunks.

“Please don’t hurt me… I don’t want to die…please…” Kayla could hear own

voice as if it came from another person, weak and distant.

“We have a special way of welcoming girls who wet themselves,” said the blueeyed woman.

To Kayla’s surprise the woman pulled down her pants and kicked them off. Kayla’s eyes were drawn to the revealed pussy. It was closely shaved and by the way the lips were swollen and glistened in the light she could tell the woman was already aroused.

The woman stood over her so the pussy was level with her face.

“Open your mouth bitch!”

Kayla was too afraid to do any other than exactly what she was told. The woman then grabbed the back of Kayla’s head and pushed her face into her crotch. Kayla smelt the woman’s strong feminine scent in her nostril and taste on her lips. Behind her, the roaring cheers of the other prisoners, who were watching from the other side of the block, became louder and louder as if they knew what was about to happen.

Then Kayla felt a hot stream of fluid run into her mouth. She tried to push herself away but the other woman was so much stronger. The strong taste of pee flowed over her tongue and threatened to go down her throat.

“This is what girls who pee themselves deserve!” laughed the woman, “Now

drink!”

The woman squeezed Kayla’s nose closed. Kayla couldn’t breathe. Again she struggled and again she couldn’t escape. Her heart pounded and her lungs ached to draw breath. She had no choice. With deep gulps, she swallowed the woman’s pee and felt the strong tasting fluid flow down her throat. At last, she was able to breathe again.

Outside the cell, she heard dozens of laughs as she was released. The other inmates clearly knew the indignity she had just suffered. She coughed and spluttered and tried to spit the taste from her mouth.

“You need to understand that I own you,” said the blue-eyed woman, “and this…” she held up a dog collar, “this means you are now my pet, my igrushka. You mouth, your tits, your pussy, your ass all belong to me. Now put it on,” the woman dropped the dog collar at Kayla’s knees.

Kayla picked it up and felt another wave of total humiliation as she allowed herself to be owned. She put the collar around her neck and fastened it. The woman nodded and smiled in satisfaction.

The two other women then grabbed Kayla, hauled her to the bed and held her down on the mattress.

“You ever been fucked by a woman before, you little slut?” asked the blue-eyed woman as she knelt between Kayla’s legs and pulled them apart by grabbing her ankles. Kayla didn’t respond or resist. She knew her pussy was now wide open for the woman who was inspecting it.

“Mmm… looks so fresh.”

The woman started to rub Kayla’s pussy with fast crude strokes. The sensation was both rough and pleasant at the same time. Kayla clenched her teeth as a finger was inserted into her vagina.

“And so tight too! We are lucky Tatiana has given us such a gift!”

“Please stop… I’m… I’m straight,”

The blue-eyed woman laughed and told her friends in Russian what Kayla had said, this resulted in more laughter.

Kayla felt the finger slide in and out with more freedom and she knew she was getting wet, she just couldn’t stop it. At the same time her, already cold nipples, started to tingle and stiffen.

“Doesn’t feel like you are straight,” the woman laughed, “Your pussy is getting all wet for me, look,” the woman pulled out her finger and held it up for her friends and Kayla to see. It, indeed, had slick traces of arousal on it. She then licked it clean, “Mmm, you taste sweet.”

The woman then mounted Kayla in the scissor position.

“No, no, please don’t! I’m straight! I don’t like this! Please!” Kayla pleaded and started to struggle. The two women holding her arms gripped tighter and pushed her even harder down onto the mattress while the blue-eyed woman pinned one of Kayla’s legs under the weight of her body and used both arms to wrap around Kayla’s flailing leg, and in so doing she was completely immobilized.

“Help! Help!” she shouted at the top of her voice. Surely this can’t be allowed, she thought. Surely a guard would rush to her aid and punish these wicked people.

All three women laughed, “No one is going to help you little bitch, just lie back, relax and enjoy,” with that the blue-eyed woman started to grind by rotating her hips backward and forward in a slow but firm motion.

Kayla felt the woman’s wet pussy rubbing against her own and she couldn’t deny the pleasure it stirred up as her clit was caressed by soft labia lips. It had been weeks of solo masturbation and to have another person pleasure her after all that time felt so good on her sensitive pussy. She then felt hands roam over her breasts and squeeze her nipples hard making her wince. The two women holding her down smirked down at her as they kneaded her tits, the pain and the pleasure swirled in her mind and mixed together. But still, she felt so helpless and degraded as she was just used.

The blue-eyed woman let out a moan and started riding faster, driving herself against Kayla’s pussy.

“You feel so good little bitch. You are going to make me come like a good little girl, aren’t you?” the woman panted.

The increased intensity caught Kayla by surprise, as did the pleasure, and a gasp escaped her lips.

“See, you like being a little bitch, don’t you?” laughed the woman between pants.

All attempts to resist ended and Kayla just let her body go limp as it was used. The woman continued to ride her until she heard the woman’s breaths become ragged gasps and the thrusts against her became hard and sporadic as the woman eeked out her own orgasm.

“Da…da…Oh… da!”

The woman spasmed several times as she cried out and released Kayla’s leg and rolled off the bunk.

“Mmm, so good little one…so good,” she purred as she pulled back on her pants.

Kayla took a deep breath confused as to whether she was glad it was over or not. She hadn’t reached her climax but knew she had been close. Her clit was throbbing and desperate to be touched, to be finished off. But at least they may leave her alone now.

She felt one of her arms being released, but instead of the woman moving away she pulled down her pants and mounted Kayla in the same way as the blue-eyed woman.

“No… no… not again… please stop…please,” she whimpered.

The woman either didn’t understand or simply didn’t care and just smirked as she rubbed her own pussy and spread it wide before lowering herself down onto Kayla.

This woman was rougher and faster from the start, pulling hard on her leg with every up motion and forcing her down hard onto the thin mattress with every down motion. Even though one of her arms was free, Kayla made no attempt to escape, there was no point and nowhere to run, she just lay there and accepted it. The woman grunted and moaned as she rutted and Kayla could feel her own pleasure build. Her sensitive nub was being driven hard against the woman’s labia lips and Kayla felt ashamed at the pleasure that was out of her control.

The woman started bouncing on the mattress to gain extra leverage and the sensation was too much for Kayla and she gasped out loud, her hands gripping the bedsheets as the pleasure inside her prepared to burst.

“You are loving it now you little bitch. Look around, there are no straight girls here. Not anymore,” gloated the blue-eyed woman who now was slumped on the bunk on the other side of the cell, content after her sexual satisfaction.

The words that degraded her as well as the relentless pressure on her clit triggered Kayla’s orgasm and she moaned as her back arched. The woman riding

her also came in a series of gasps.

No sooner had the woman dismounted than the third woman was climbing on top of Kayla, desperate for her turn.

“No…wait…I’m too sensitive…please just wait…I won’t resist…” pleaded Kayla.

This woman was too horny to care about anything other than her own gratification and pushed her pussy against Kayla’s swollen sex. Kayla feebly struggled to break free but the woman reached down and slapped her hard on the cheek, the stinging sensation made her yelp and drew even more tears. Kayla lay still and winced as her over-sensitized clit was rubbed by the other woman’s pussy. The woman reached forward and squeezed Kayla’s nipples so hard the girl cried out causing the other two to laugh.

“We’ve been told you have a long, long stretch ahead of you. So you better get used to getting fucked!” mocked the blue-eyed woman.

Tears streamed down her face at the pain, at the humiliation and the relentless weight of reality that pressed down on her. All this while her pussy built towards another forced orgasm. The woman grunted as she fucked Kayla in a frenzy until neither of them could hold out even more and they came together. Kayla’s body buckled as the pressure built and released and she covered her face in her hands and wept as the last girl climbed off her.

The three women laughed and joked among themselves in good spirits while Kayla just lay there sobbing. As her adrenaline faded away, the sweat on her

body began to cool and she felt the sharp cold all over. She curled up into a little ball, back to the three women, and began to shiver.

After about ten minutes there were shouts from outside and the light began to dim. Kayla felt hands on her again and she prepared herself for another round of being fucked. But instead, she felt herself being covered in blankets and then warmth against her skin as one of the women climbed into bed with her. Arms wrapped around her and she was pulled in close to the woman’s bosom.

“We need to stay warm my little igrushka,” came the voice of the blue-eyed woman, “It is going to be a cold, cold night, but we will have each other.

Kayla felt hands wander all over her body, up and down her legs, her ass, around onto her tummy and up onto her breasts.

“You are so soft and smooth. We will keep you for ourselves my little igrushka,” the woman whispered in her ears.

Then Kayla felt the woman hook her leg over her so the woman’s pussy pressed against her ass. Then she started to rub her clit against Kayla’s firm cheeks. At first, the movements were slow and gentle. Kayla could hear the woman softly purr in her ear as the woman used her ass.

“Sometimes I need to come before I can sleep,” the woman whispered.

Then the motion got faster and the woman pulled Kayla harder into her so she

could drive her clit against the bare ass cheeks even harder. Kayla just lay still and was aware of moaning and groaning in the bunk above them. The other two women were also having sex. She then heard a series of short, ragged breaths and a final thrust as the woman holding her came.

“Mmm… such a sweet girl you are. Come here, wrap your arms around me.”

The woman rolled Kayla over so they were face to face and felt arms wrap around her.

Sleep was difficult to come by. Images of the last few days played and re-played in her head, as well as the images of how she had just been taken… and the disturbing thought that she was going to be used that way for the next twenty years. Then the wind picked up and she heard it howl through the prison courtyard and around the towers. She could imagine the snowflakes swirling around the prison, like a barrier of deadly ice keeping all the women inside the stone walls trapped.

The temperature in the cell continued to drop until any exposed skin began to freeze. She pulled the blankets up and over her head and snuggled into the warm bosom of her rapist. The woman’s strong arms pulled her in tight before one hand settled on Kayla’s bare ass, gently kneading and stroking it until Kayla, exhausted through stress and fear, fell asleep.

Kayla woke to a terrible wail that echoed around the cell block. Her eyes flashed open wide immediately dreading what horror was coming next and she began to tremble. The desperate cry was followed by taunts and jeers and then the firm shouts of the guards demanding silence.

“Ssh, ssh little igrushka,” whispered the woman and she squeezed Kayla close, “I have got you.”

Kayla felt her legs being pushed open as the woman pushed her knee between them. The woman then tangled their legs together pulling their bodies tight together. The woman then started grinding her pussy against the top of Kayla’s thigh. It was a slow gentle rub as the woman tensed and relaxed her hips. Kayla felt ashamed again, not only at being used but as her own body got aroused. ‘At least it is warming me up,’ she told herself, searching for a silver lining.

The woman gave a series of short, sharp breaths followed by one last hard thrust then gasped and fell still. Kayla didn’t sleep after that and just listened to the wind outside and the whimpers inside until the cold light of dawn shone feebly through the small window.

Chapter Three – The Law of the Jungle

Maria’s heart broke as Kayla finished her story and just stared into her cold porridge.

“Tell me who they are!” demanded Maria, “I’ll fucking kill them!”

“What would be the point? There are hundreds more just like them,” replied Kayla.

“Said you were lucky to get a cell with just little me,” grinned Ivana to Maria.

While she did agree with Ivana’s statement her amused tone was inappropriate.

“I’m glad you are ok,” muttered Kayla and squeezed Maria’s hand.

“Do you want your cookie?” asked Ivana eyeing up the biscuit Kayla hadn’t touched.

“Ivana! For fucks sake!” snapped Maria.

“I was just thinking that if I got a cookie every time I heard about someone being gang-raped in here, then I would have… a lot of cookies! I just wanted to start putting that into practice,” shrugged Ivana indignantly.

“Don’t you have any sympathy?”

Ivana sighed, “I told you. It happens to everyone. Happened to me, now it happened to your friend tomorrow it will probably happen to you. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” gasped Kayla, “I was totally violated! Who are you any way you weird little bitch?”

“I’m the girl who is sitting next to the pathetic foreigner who wet herself in front of the whole block. You should be thanking me! You’re lucky Maria is my new best friend otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered!” Ivana snapped back and snatched Kayla’s cookie.

“Give that back,” snarled Maria.

“No!”

Maria grabbed Ivana’s wrist, “I said give it back!”

“Stop, she can have it. It doesn’t matter,” whimpered Kayla, fearful of drawing any unwanted attention.

“See, she said I can have it!”

“I don’t care,” replied Maria pulling Ivana’s wrist.

Ivana wasn’t a match for Maria and her arm was pulled towards Kayla’s tray. Ivana seeing she was losing, leaned forward and licked the cookie, “Ha! I licked it so now it is mine! Prison rules!”

“Stop it! Both of you!” cried out Kayla, much louder than she intended. She then lowered her head as the other prisoners looked over.

Maria, angry at Ivana, angry at her predicament, angry for what happened to Kayla and just angry at life, didn’t let go and instead squeezed.

“Ow! You are hurting me!” squealed Ivana.

“Put. It. Down,” Maria said coldly.

“Let her go, now,” came a commanding voice that shook Maria to the core. She looked up to see a tall powerful woman. This woman wasn’t dressed like a prisoner, instead, she had green army pants and a thick, heavy leather jacket. She

was beautiful with sharp features, high cheekbones and a slim nose. Her hair was short and black, shaved on one side above the ear with brushed over the top. But what Maria noticed most was the size of the woman, she was over six-foot with broad shoulders, however, unlike a lot of the women here, her size was made up of lean muscle.

Maria let Ivana go instantly who started nursing her wrist. All of Maria’s anger evaporated and turned to dread as she saw this woman was flanked by five other women, maybe not as impressive but still large and mean looking.

“You must be our honored guests from America,” the woman continued.

Maria tensed, ready for a fight, even though she knew it wasn’t a fight she would have any hope of winning. Around her, in the corner of her vision, she saw other prisoners shuffle away, taking their trays to further away tables.

“That’s right, we are American,” replied Maria, forcing every word out, making sure her voice was firm.

“Welcome,” the woman smiled back, the smile chilled Maria’s blood and she couldn’t stop herself from swallowing.

“And you must be Tatiana,” said Maria, doing her best to look up and hold the woman’s gaze.

“Must I? Has little Ivana been talking?” The woman stroked Ivana’s head, “Oh

Ivana, what have you done to your hair? It looks like you cut it in a blender,” said the woman shaking her head in amused disbelief and running her fingers through Ivana’s choppy, blonde locks.

“Why don’t you leave her alone?” said Maria, her voice just about holding.

“Leave her alone? Oh don’t you worry about Ivana, she doesn’t mind me touching her. Do you Ivana?”

Ivana just shrugged and muttered, “I like my hair…”

“So what is this little fight about?” asked the woman. Maria said nothing and Kayla hunched up and started trembling, “Nothing? Ivana?”

“I took the blonde American’s cookie. But then I licked it so it becomes mine. You know prison rules.”

The tall woman blinked in confusion and then looked at her comrades who shrugged in amusement.

“Ivana, I don’t think that is one of the prison rules. We can’t have people running around just licking things and saying it is theirs. Where would it stop? Toothbrushes? Shoes? Beds?” The woman then walked around the table and sat very close to Maria, “For instance, if I lick this American, does she become mine?” and with that she opened her mouth, rolled out her tongue and slowly and deliberately licked Maria’s cheek, “Is she now mine? Can I now do whatever

I want with her?”

Maria clenched her teeth but didn’t move.

Ivana pondered the question, “Yes?” came her tentative answer.

“No. We must earn things, not take them,” the woman replied.

“I prefer the licking rule…” mumbled Ivana sullenly and ate the cookie.

“Whatever,” sighed the woman and then turned to Maria and Kayla, “But you two, eat up we have some interesting plans for you,” and with a predatory grin, she stood up and left with her entourage.

When they were out of earshot Kayla whispered, “Who was that?”

“Tatiana I presume?” Maria asked looking at Ivana.

“Her? Tatiana? Oh no, Tatiana is much scarier. That is Valeria Drozdov, Tatiana’s enforcer. Think of Tatiana as the evil genius, the puppet master pulling the strings behind the curtain and Valeria as the sledgehammer that implements her will.”

“Well, she looked scary enough,” said Kayla.

“What is she in for?” asked Maria.

“Nothing,” Ivana replied flatly between chews.

“Nothing? What do you mean?”

“She isn’t a prisoner. Rumor has it Tatiana’s father sent her in here just to protect his darling daughter. That’s not saying she hasn’t committed terrible crimes, just that isn’t technically the reason she’s in here.”

“Well, I think I am going to avoid both of them,” said Kayla, watching Valeria stride through the canteen.”

“Easier said than done,” said Ivana with a smile.

*****

Maria and Kayla followed Ivana down a narrow corridor and ed a queue. While the rest of the prison was cold, this age was absolutely freezing due to a bitter wind flowed down it. The line of women shuffled along until they

reached the end and they could see a door opening to the white outside world. Along the wall was a line of thick winter jackets that the prisoners took before stepping outside.

Although it was cold it was good to be outside. The air was fresh and reenergizing after the stale dampness of the prison, even if the sky was overcast and threatening snow again. Maria saw groups of women milling around with no real purpose. Some did laps of the courtyard to try to get some exercise and stretch their legs. Others huddled away in nooks and crannies to get out of the wind and to smoke.

“I know what you are thinking,” started Ivana.

“You do?” asked Maria as she pulled the jacket tight around her and tried to ignore its musty smell.

“And the answer is no, we are not allowed to make snowmen.”

“Well actually I wasn’t planning to, but out of interest, why?”

“When I first came here I made five. They were gorgeous, an entire family. Mommy, Daddy, their two sons and two daughters. The youngest daughter was especially mischievous! I had them in a circle all in different poses. It wasn’t easy, I can tell you. Then that night there was all this gunfire and shouting and screaming, then the alarms went off and everyone, the whole prison, had to line up in their cells. Turned out the stupid guards changed shifts and shone a floodlight on my little family and thought it was an escape attempt so opened fire! Fucking idiots. And after that night people were pretty mad at me, the

guards for making them look silly and the prisoners for having them all woken up in the middle of the night.”

Ivana giggled as she relived the memory, “Who made those snowmen?!” she half shouted in a deep voice which Maria guessed was meant to imitating the Major.

“Did they punish you?” asked Kayla.

“Nah,” laughed Ivana, “Just got some very evil looks from the prisoners next morning at breakfast. Even Valeria gave me a telling-off.”

“Valeria doesn’t seem like the kind of person to stop at a telling-off,” said Maria.

“And what about Tatiana?” asked Kayla.

“Oh, she thought to was very funny! She has a quirky sense of humor, just like me.”

Ivana led them to a table and bench and wiped away the thick snow with her sleeve before sitting down.

“Can I ask how long have you been here?” asked Kayla.

“Two years. Heard you two got twenty each! What did you do? Assasinate the President?”

“Not quite. Smuggling weapons into Chechnya,” replied Maria.

Ivana burst out laughing, “Well that was stupid of you! Twenty years… you got lucky!”

“How so?”

“Gunrunning into Chechnya is run by the mafia, if they had caught you…well you would be wishing you were doing twenty years here!”

“We had underworld connections, not that it matters now,” said Maria.

“Did you give them up?”

“Of course not!”

“Might take ten years off your sentence if you did…maybe more.”

“Not much good if we didn’t survive those ten years,” replied Maria.

Ivana glanced at Kayla and saw her looking suddenly thoughtful, “Something to think about,” added Ivana.

They were disturbed by a harsh voice as three women marched towards them. Maria recognized the largest as Grishna from the canteen and the other two as the women who tried to jump her in the shower. Ivana pulled her hood up over her head while Kayla froze.

“Great, just great,” sighed Maria. She looked up at the walls that were being patrolled with guards with large guns, while no doubt they would see if a fight kicked off she doubted they would help.

“You!” boomed Grishna at Maria, “You hurt my friends?” she nodded at her flanking flunkies, one of which had a black eye.

Maria stood but still had to look up at the hulking brute, “They started it. I just finished it.”

“Well, now I finish you,” snarled Grishna and lunging forward. Despite her size, she was fast and gripped Maria around her jacket collar.

Maria struggled and threw a punch, it hit Grishna hard in the ribs. Grishna laughed, lifted Maria off her feet and hurled her down into the snow. Grishna then knelt down driving her knee into Maria’s chest, pinning her down.

“Tomorrow, in the shower you are going to clean my friends’ pussies…” started Grishna and then drove her knee down even harder making Maria wheeze, “… with your tongue. Do you understand?”

Maria kicked out but in her position she had no leverage and Grishna barely noticed, “I said do you understand?”

The world was spinning and darkening for Maria as the air was driven out of her and she couldn’t inhale. She just managed a feeble nod.

“You! Inmate get off her!”

Maria was just able to turn, look up and see a guard walk over to them, truncheon in hand. She was quite tall and even under her thick coat it was clear she had an athletic physique. Unlike the other guards, she was strikingly attractive with bright blue eyes and full red lips and looked around twenty-six.

“What’s it to you, pretty?” Grishna asked the guard.

“I said get off her!”

Grishna saw movement on the walls as guns started to be pointed at her. It was clearly this, rather than the beautiful guard, that prompted her to take her knee off Maria. Grishna smirked and stood up

“Such a shame you aren’t an inmate here, I would enjoy you,” said Grishna eyeing the guard up and down and licking her lips. She then looked down at Maria, “See you tomorrow, Latina.” Grishna and her flunkies then marched off laughing.

Kayla dashed to her friend’s side and helped Maria to sit up, her face was pale as she gulped for air, “are you ok?”

Maria managed a wheeze and a nod. Slowly, with Kayla’s help, she got back onto the bench. Maria looked up and gave the guard a thankful smile. The guard looked like she was about to say something but instead just gave a slight shrug and walked away. Maria noticed the guard walked with a slight limp as she returned to her patrol around the wall.

“I wish Super Cute, Sexy, Limpy, New Guard would come and save me some time,” sighed Ivana watching the woman go, “Blah…I really must work on my nicknames…”

“How does she get out of this?” Kayla asked Ivana, still nursing Maria.

“You any good at cunnilingus? If not I suggest you get good quick!”

“There must be another way,” gasped Maria.

Ivana laughed, “New girls are so funny. There are exactly three outcomes to this situation. First, you get down on your knees and give them some lady loving.

Second, they hold you down while you give them so lady loving. Third… you beat the living hell out of Grishna. Personally, I don’t see you have much chance with the third.

“I’m not going lick them out!”

“You won’t be the only girl who spends shower time on her knees. Just do it, get it over and done with.”

“And then the next day? And the next?”

Ivana shrugged, “I think this prison life is going to be a steep learning curve for you… It's not about choices, it is about survival. Maybe you will spend the next twenty years licking them out, maybe just a week until they find someone else. Who knows. But licking pussy is better than being dead. The sooner you get over your pride and dignity the better you will be.”

“I thought you said no one will touch me until Tatiana had spoken to me?”

“God moves in mysterious ways.”

*****

After an hour a bell rang and all the prisoners filed slowly back inside and into the cell block. The cell doors remained open allowing the woman to move freely around the block. Kayla hid away in Ivana’s and Maria’s cell hoping the blueeyed woman and her friends didn’t come looking for her. Lunch came and went then they returned to the block to sit and wait and wait.

Sunset was at five and soon after the bell for dinner rang and once again the whole block trooped off to the canteen. Maria saw how this pattern would repeat itself for the next twenty years: mealtimes and waiting for mealtimes. All the while the sense of fear building until something inevitably bad happened. Looking around the canteen Maria started to spot the difference between the new girls and those who had been here years. The new girls constantly were looking around in fear, while the others looked bored and broken. It was easy to see how sex was such a commodity here… lesbian or straight, it was something to break up the monotony. Just whether it was a fun way to ease the boredom or not was a matter of perspective.

Maria got a timid smile from Inga as she served from behind the counter. She couldn’t help but wonder what kind of treatment she got in the prison. As one of the youngest and prettiest girls she had seen so far she was certain she must be very desired. Maria smiled back.

“You are such a flirt,” giggled Ivana as she saw the two girls exchange smiles.

“I was just wondering how she manages, being so cute and all.”

“Tatiana hands her out as an igrushka to her favorite girls.”

“Igrushka?”

“Toy.”

“That’s horrible! Poor girl!”

“An igrushka can’t be touched by other girls though… for instance, no one is allowed to rape her in the showers. Not while she is assigned as someone’s igrushka.”

“I…I heard one of the women call me that,” said Kayla fiddling with the dog collar around her neck, “Last night…when…”

“New girls can be given out as igrushkas,” said Ivana leading them to a table, “As a special reward. Guess Tatiana said your cellmates could have a pick from any of the new girls… maybe wetting yourself made you stand out… like a prize dog.”

“How long will they have me as their… igrushka?”

“Depends, not usually more than a week. Tatiana doesn’t like to spoil her soldiers, she wants to keep them hungry for more. Give them a treat for a few days then starve them for a month. Make them work harder to be rewarded again. She is a clever girl that Tatiana.”

“A week?!” sighed Kayla, “Maria I can’t last a week! I can’t last another night!” Kayla started to well up and sob.

“Just lie back and enjoy it,” said Ivana nonchalantly.

“How can you say that?” snapped Maria.

“I told you, prison isn’t about choices, it is about survival.”

“Have you ever been handed out as an igrushka?” Maria asked.

“All girls pay their due,” replied Ivana quietly.

They sat down and Maria and Kayla inspected the borscht soup with little enthusiasm.

“Just take the collar off, Kayla,” said Maria reaching out to unfasten the buckle of the collar around Kayla’s neck when she saw her friend scratching at it.

“No! No! No! Don’t do that!” gasped Ivana in panic and grabbed Maria’s wrist to stop her, “If you take a collar off without permission… then Valeria will have to enforce the rules and that means punishments! Come on just eat. It’s good, healthy, Russian food. Will make you grow big and strong like me,” grinned Ivana as she swallowed a spoonful, “Not quite how mother used to make it, but

never mind.”

They sat eating in silence, each lost to their own thoughts while the constant thrum of loud conversation reverberated around them. Suddenly and piece of stale bread came flying over and hit Kayla in the face. She yelped dropped her spoon and looked around. She saw the blue-eyed woman waving at her from a couple of tables away. She then blew a kiss. Kayla flinched.

“Is that her?” snarled Maria, her hackles rising.

Kayla feebly nodded. Maria grabbed her spoon and started to get up.

Ivana pulled her back down and spoke in a low hiss, “Don’t! That is Roksana! Real bad news! Like stab you to death right here right now bad news!”

The intensity in Ivana’s words shook Maria back to her senses and she sat back down.

“She’s one of Tatiana’s top bosses. If she wants someone cut up… or dead then Roksana does it. Grishna is a teddy bear compared to that monster and at the moment you can’t even handle her.”

“She’s…she’s a murderer!” whimpered Kayla.

“Look on the bright side. You pleasure Roksana really well and you will be nicely protected. No one else will touch you. No one.”

“Except her friends…”

Ivana shrugged, “So maybe she likes to share?”

Maria continued to glower at Roksana and got a curious look back then a smirk.

“So what are we meant to do?”

“We do? About what?” asked Ivana as she started eating.

“About getting Kayla away from… from that Roksana.”

“Er…I do nothing, you do nothing… Kayla does whatever Roksana wants as often as Roksana wants. It is an effective yet simple plan. It is also good because none of us end up dead. Also, you should worry about Grishna. Mmm, it is good soup today, sometimes they put too much pepper in but tonight they got it just right.”

“Could we talk to the warden?” asked Maria.

“About what?”

“About getting Kayla moved!”

Ivana burst out laughing and half choked on her soup in the process, “Excuse me Miss Warden,” started Ivana doing her best to imitate Maria’s voice and American accent, “My friend is really soft, and she pees herself when scared. Please can we move her to a nice cell full of friendly people, maybe we can decorate it with pictures of rainbows and unicorns?” Ivana then started laughing to herself again.

Kayla blushed and looked away.

“You can be a real bitch sometimes,” snapped Maria.

“You just don’t get it. There is no way out. This is prison. What is the saying? Oh yes; ‘don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.’”

Ivana then paused and looked at a group of women entering the canteen, “Besides, your situation could be worse.”

Kayla and Maria followed Ivana’s gaze and saw Valeria and her entourage drag a girl who was struggling with all her strength and by the expression on her face, pleading desperately.

“What’s going on?” asked Kayla, feeling her heart speed up.

“Justice… or punishment… or both,” replied Ivana.

The canteen quietened until the only sound was that of the woman and her sobbing pleas. She was dragged to the front of the canteen so everyone could see. Valeria then made an announcement.

“What did she say?” whispered Maria.

“That the woman has been caught taking liberties with someone else’s property. Getting touchy-feely with someone else’s igrushka in other words. As I said, that is a big no, no,” said Ivana.

They watched as the woman was bent over a table and her pants pulled down to her ankles revealing her round ass.

“They going to spank her?” asked Kayla.

“Spank her?” laughed Ivana, “This isn’t kindergarten.”

“Then what?”

“Just watch.”

Valeria took off her leather jacket revealing her toned muscular arms, both covered in tattoos. Maria took pride in keeping in shape, but this woman had taken it to the next level and she marveled at the bulge of shoulder muscles and the light reflecting off the defined curves of her biceps. Her breasts seemed perfectly round and only just contained in a tight green vest top. Even from where Maria was sitting, she could still see the slight contours of a six-pack lining her midriff. Maria had to it she was an incredible and intimidating sight.

Valeria held up her hand and then clenched it into a fist, as they did half the canteen cheered in excitement, the other half fidgeted fearfully. While two of the entourage held the woman down the other two spread her ass cheeks wide. Maria was able to see the woman’s asshole exposed and felt herself blushing at the thought of this humiliation. Valeria stood behind the woman then, taking great care not to obstruct any of the audience’s view, placed a pointed finger on the girl’s anus and started to push in. The woman gave a slight gasp as her tight hole was breached. Then Valeria slipped another digit inside and the woman started to struggle again. It was no use, she was being held down firmly and couldn’t move an inch.

A third finger slipped into the asshole and the woman’s pleading became more frantic. Maria could see the girl looking over her shoulder, tears running down her face. Then a fourth finger and the girl cried out. Maria couldn’t look away even though she knew any decent human would not want to be a participant in this.

Valeria then pressed her thumb into the palm of her hand and pushed inwards until she was up to her knuckles.

“Oh…oh…oh…” gasped the woman.

Valeria’s entire hand penetrated the woman’s ass right up to the wrist. The woman cried and sobbed as Valeria used her formidable strength to fist fuck the girl. Every thrust was greeted by a whooping cheer from the onlookers while the woman’s struggles became weaker and weaker until the limp body was fucked hard and fast. Maria still couldn’t look away. She could see the girl’s anus stretched out around Valeria's wrist and couldn’t imagine the overload of sensations that the girl must now be experiencing. Then to her shame, she felt a warm tingle in her panties and at the same time her nipples tightened. Seeing a woman so helplessly used was turning her on, and she wasn’t alone. She noticed other women squirm in their seats, while others crossed and uncrossed their legs. She knew her nipples were now hardening and she instinctively looked down to see if it was noticeable through her sweatshirt, indeed two little bullets had started to form so she pulled the fabric away from her skin to hide her arousal. She then saw Ivana was looking at her and she blushed and fidgeted.

After a few minutes Valeria pulled her hand out and her entourage let go of the woman, who crumpled to the floor with the faintest of sobs. Valeria strode out of the canteen leaving the woman behind in a little ball.

“Prison is boring most of the time, but sometimes we get shows like nowhere else in the world… except maybe in Amsterdam… they are really kinky there,” said Ivana, studying the other two women’s expressions.

“That…that was horrible,” gasped Kayla, “Will she be ok?”

“Asses are more stretchy than what you may think, she will snap back in a day or two,” replied Ivana returning to her soup, “Dammit, now it is cold!”

“We have to get out of here,” whimpered Kayla with urgency.

“We haven’t even had dessert!”

“No, out of here! Out of this prison! We must! We must speak to the embassy. We can’t stay here. That can’t happen to me…” Kayla found her selfing sobbing.

“I’ll…I’ll speak to our lawyer again in the morning,” offered Maria, desperate to give some kind of comfort to her friend, “Maybe we can get transferred? Maybe…maybe they will let us serve our time in the States?”

“Do you think that might work?” a little glint of hope shone in Kayla’s eyes.

“No chance in Hell,” said Ivana shaking her head.

“You don’t know that!” snapped Maria.

“If you stole vegetables from a market stall, then maybe. Got in a fight in a club with a skanky hooker, possibly. Smuggling weapons into Chechnya! No fucking way! Not ever, ever, ever! I am surprised they didn’t just shoot you! If you had been men you would have been put against the wall!”

Kayla broke down and sobbed. Maria took a deep breath and images of Jake and Frank flashed into her mind as they saw them being dragged away and thrown in the back of an open pick-up.

“There is one way, just one way you get might get out of here,” said Ivana, stirring her soup.

“What? What?!” asked Kayla desperately.

“You give up your Chechnyian s.”

Kayla looked up at Maria earnestly, “We could, we could do that!”

Maria sighed and ran her fingers through her thick hair, “I don’t know if that is a good idea.”

“What choice do we have?”

“Ivana isn’t a lawyer, she doesn’t know if that would work. And if it doesn’t…”

“What? We are in no worse situation than we are now!”

“Exactly!” agreed Ivana.

“No, not exactly. Then we are rats, how do you think the other prisoners here will feel if we worked with the police. Or what if the Chechnyians can get to us in here?” Maria reached out and squeezed Kayla’s hand tightly, “I will speak to our lawyer, see what other options we have.”

“Good luck with that,” Ivana muttered under her breath.

*****

Maria watched with pain as Kayla returned to her cell. She was already shaking all over, her legs heavy, steps small. Roksana stood inside the cell, leaning against the bars as her igrushka approached and gave Maria an evil smile.

“That bitch is going to rape her again tonight, isn’t she?”

“Da,” replied Ivana, “But maybe now you need to think about yourself and what you are going to do with Grishna’s friends tomorrow in the shower.”

There was a bellow from the guard overlooking the cells from her lofty gantry that ran along the roof of the block. All the prisoners hurried inside their cells and with a buzz, all the barred doors slid closed for the night.

Ivana started moving all the blankets from one bunk to the other. During the day the cell was cold, and with the sun long set, the whole place was rapidly dropping towards freezing. When Ivana finished she climbed into the bed and held open the sheets inviting Maria in. Maria still found sharing the bed uncomfortable, but one of the necessary evils in this place.

Maria got in the bed next to Ivana who immediately wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close.

“Mmm… you have such a hot body… must be all that Latina blood in your veins,” purred Ivana pulling herself into Maria and rested her head on Maria’s breasts. Maria tried to get comfortable but the bed was so narrow she had no choice but to also put her arms around Ivana and press her body against the petite girl. It was nice to feel her warmth.

“So have you ever licked pussy before?” asked Ivana.

“No, I told you, I’m straight. And I’m not going to.”

“I see. Well hypothetically if you were to lick pussy tomorrow you want them to come hard and quick. Go straight for her clit, no need for foreplay. Go for that nub, then flat of the tongue as ridged as you can and lick, lick, lick. Not just up and down, you can go side to side and in circles.”

Maria genuinely didn’t know if Ivana was trying to give her real advice or unnerve her. If it was the latter it was certainly working. During the day, walking around she felt strong, like she could handle whatever was throw at her. But now, at night, curled up with Ivana for warmth she felt small and timid.

“And…” continued Ivana, “You should pleasure yourself at the same time. Gets you in the right frame of mind, because when you are horny you don’t mind being forced to lick pussy as much.”

“Ivana,” said Maria, her voice suddenly timid, “I don’t want to do it. If I… do then I will be doing it for the next twenty years. Please, there must be a way out of it.”

Ivana was quiet for a little while as she thought, “I’m sorry… you are new, you don’t have any big strong friends to help you out. Maybe one day you will… but until then, just get on your knees, lick hard and fast and finger yourself to make it more enjoyable.”

Maria didn’t say anything, she just fought back the tears.

Ivana gave her a tight squeeze, “If you don’t fight it won’t be that bad. Humiliating? Sure. But licking pussy isn’t the worse thing in the world. And it is in the shower so at least you will know they are clean. Then afterward, no one will think any less of you. I won’t think any less of you. Most of the girls will have been in your position at some point.”

“Have you?”

“Yes…” Ivana replied, “Would you like to practice on me now? I don’t mind.”

“Practice?”

“Yes, maybe it would be best if your first time isn’t under so much pressure with lots of people watching.”

Maria felt the world spin. She imagined herself on the floor of the showers, head between one of those women’s legs while dozens of other prisoners saw her degrade herself. She was a proud woman who had never backed down, but here, now, she had no choice.

“So?” asked Ivana again.

“You mean… lick your pussy?”

“Yeah. I am happy to help you out. I will close my eyes and think of Mother Russia if you like and never mention it to anyone.”

Maria suddenly felt her heart starting to pound in her chest. Ivana must have also felt it as she rested her head on Maria’s breast.

“No need to be nervous, it’s just little me,” said Ivana.

Maria felt Ivana’s hand move around the front, onto her tummy and move down. Maria found herself unable to move, her breasts started to feel full, her skin

sensitive. Ivana’s hand reached the elastic waistband and fingers slipped underneath.

“If you want I can lick you out first to warm you up?” whispered Ivana, looking Maria straight in the eyes, searching for a reaction.

Maria swallowed and felt her pussy lips heat up as they swelled, “Erm…” was the only noise she managed to make.

The fingers moved down and over her closely shaved mound. She closed her legs tight to stop the fingers from progressing any further.

“No…look…I’m straight, I have a boyfriend.”

“I can do things to you no man could ever do,” whispered Ivana, the words pouring from her mouth like liquid silk. Her fingers tried to push between the tightly squeezed thighs.

“Stop…” muttered Maria.

With her other hand Ivana moved up Maria’s sweatshirt and towards her breasts. Maria knew her nipples were hardening with every second. She felt so alone in this place the idea of pleasure and human was very appealing, even if came from a woman and not a man. Ivana’s fingers touched the curve of her breast and Maria inhaled deeply.

“No, I can’t, sorry,” she spluttered and turned away from Ivana and in so doing Ivana’s hands were withdrawn.

Ivana just wrapped her arms around Maria from behind, “It is ok. It is still early days. We have plenty of time…plenty and plenty of time.”

Maria felt Ivana snuggled into the spoon position, and with arms around her she held her hands. Maria closed her eyes even as they filled with tears and tried to sleep.

She managed to doze off for a while and then woke to the sounds of shouting in the cellblock. She listened as the guards yelled for silence and then she felt the cold and began to shiver. Ivana must have felt it and gently rolled Maria onto her back and climbed on top of her to act like a blanket. Slowly Maria started to warm up as Ivana fell back to sleep on top of her and their legs intertwined. She could feel Ivana’s gentle breath on her neck, it was both soothing and arousing. She wrapped her arms around the small girl, who gave a gentle moan in response and nuzzled into her neck. She fell asleep.

It was quiet. Totally silent. Maria’s foggy mind thought it was strange to be woken by complete silence, but there was something strange about the quietness. Deeper. In a cellblock with a couple of hundred people there should always be some noise, she thought. But there wasn’t. Even Ivana’s soft breaths created no noise. The darkness in the cell seemed to thicken, almost become tangible like smoke and the dull light from outside shrunk away. All she could hear was her own pulse in her ears. Then there was something, a noise from outside the door. Footsteps? They were slow, methodical. Heavy boots on rough flagstone. Maria listened and tried to hear if they were coming towards the cell or moving away. She couldn’t. The steps seemed both close and at the same time far away. Then there was a voice, not a woman’s but a man’s, it was singing a tune, the words

full of melancholy. It sounded like the words were echoing down a long tunnel and by the time they reached her ears they were distorted and twisted and only the emotion was left…sadness and despair.

Her heart started to pound as the footsteps continued. Then she felt a movement. The bedsheets moved up and over her head.

“Don’t listen to him,” whispered Ivana in her ear as she pulled the blanket over them, “Just close your eyes and ignore him. He will go away soon.”

The sound of the singing and footsteps slowly faded away the air seemed to breathe again. The floodlight shone over the window and the darkness lifted.

The next thing Maria knew it was dawn and the first rays of light were shining through the small window. Ivana was still lying half on top of her and blinked sleepily at her.

“You got so cold last night you were shivering like little mysh,” said Ivana.

“Mysh?”

“Mouse,” grinned Ivana looking down at her, “guess your hot Latino blood is not so good for cold Russian nights.”

“Thanks for keeping me warm,” said Maria feeling a little embarrassed and vulnerable at the same time. Ivana was very pretty, her bright blue eyes sparkled and her small red lips were so delicate.

Ivana noticed Maria’s eyes drop to her lips, “Do you want to kiss me?”

Maria blushed at being caught, “No… just was thinking how strange this situation is,” she spluttered.

“You don’t want to kiss me?”

“No,”

“Why not? Am I very ugly? Maybe I am super repulsive?”

“You are very pretty, and you know it,” replied Maria recognizing Ivana was teasing.

“I know. Sexy, right?” grinned Ivana, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Sure,” Maria smiled back, “Ivana… who was that man last night? I didn’t know there were any male guards here.”

“There aren’t. Only female guards. One of the Warden’s rules.”

“But I heard a man singing, he was just outside the cell.”

“Nope. No male guards. This is a strange old place, lots of weird sounds… most from the present… but not all. But you don’t need to worry about that! You have bigger problems!”

Maria ed what was about to happen in the shower and a wave of fear and nerves washed over her.

Ivana stroked Maria’s silky hair away from her face, “It will be alright, I promise. Just lick hard, flat of the tongue, up and down, round and round and to stroke your own pussy too and it will be over before you know it! Maybe you will enjoy it?”

“Being forced to lick some out, enjoyable?”

There was a bang on the door and a shout from the guard letting the prisoner know it was twenty minutes to shower time.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…Ivana…” Maria could feel herself welling up, and starting to tremble, “There must be a way out of this, there must!”

“Maybe…” said Ivana.

“What? Tell me, Ivana?”

“Leave it with me. I can call in a few favors.”

“You can? Please, Ivana,” Maria replied a sense of hope flowing through her.

“But you may have to owe some favors in return. And I can’t guarantee what that could involve.”

“Ok, yes! And I will owe you too!”

“Yes, you will,” replied Ivana and for a moment Maria saw a slight hint of a smile that unsettled her but then just dismissed it and gave Ivana a squeeze.

*****

Maria lined up for the shower. Ivana had vanished, literary one moment she had been there and the next so was gone. Maria felt uncomfortable, she was sure a lot of the women in the queue were looking at her and whispering. A dark sense of dread started to build again. Maybe Ivana had lied about being able to help?

Or whatever favor she was calling in couldn’t be done in time. Her heart then skipped a beat as she saw Grishna and her two friends at the front of the queue. They were clearly waiting for her so they would all go into the shower together. Grishna looked more terrifying than ever, she towered over all the other prisoners and cracked her knuckles as she held Maria in her gaze. Maria felt the blood drain from her face. Ivana obviously had no intention of helping her out and had just abandoned her.

Maria looked behind her and tried to see a way out. The queue led along the wall and through a door where a guard stood. With a deep breath, Maria stepped out of the line and back the way she came. She hadn’t made it three yards before the guard saw her and bellowed, one hand pointing back at the queue the other gripping her truncheon. Maria slunk back into the line and saw Grishna and her friends laugh at her.

One by one the women at the front of the queue stripped off and stepped into the shower until Maria reached the front.

“Ready to eat pussy, bitch?” mocked Grishna as she and her friends stripped off.

Maria said nothing, she just looked down at the terracotta tiled floor as she pulled her top off and kicked off her pants. She didn’t need to look to know there were eyes on her body. A guard gave a bored wave and Maria entered the shower with Grishna and her friends moving quickly in behind. There were already five women there and they looked nervously over their shoulders at Grishna and sped up their washing.

“It’s time,” came Grishna powerful voice and Maria felt a hand clamp down on her bare shoulder. She had spent all night imagining how this would happen, in some versions she turned into an action superhero and hurled Grishna

effortlessly against the wall before disposing of her flunkies with a series of devasting kicks and punches. But now she was actually here and the situation was real she felt totally helpless. She knew she had no chance in a fight against Grishna, especially as she was also outnumbered three to one. Her legs already felt weak and she dropped to her knees.

“Good girl,” said Grishna with a condescending pat on her head.

The first of Grishna’s friends circled around the front of Maria, leaned against a wall and push her groin forward, legs spread. Maria could see the woman was already aroused, her pink labia lips were swollen and spread and her clit was easily visible, glistening slightly.

“Now lick that cunt, make her come all over your pretty face, bitch!” instructed Grishna shoving Maria’s head forward.

Maria looked up and saw the woman smirking down at her an expression of triumph written all over her face. She glanced left and right and saw the rest of the women in the showers watching, waiting. The girls at the front of the queue were peering in, trying to get a view of the American debasing herself. There were no guards to be seen.

‘If I do this,’ she said to herself, ‘I will be their bitch forever.’ At that moment she made up her mind. She clenched her fist and punched the woman as hard as she could right in the pussy. The woman howled in pain and surprise. She pushed herself forward and away from Grishna who was standing behind her. Grishna’s other friend looked at the large woman for guidance, unsure of what to do. The Bulgarian just smiled at Maria, glad to have been given an excuse to inflict pain.

Maria eyed up her opponent, she was a lot taller and heavier than her. She could see powerful muscles tense and her large breasts sway as the woman stepped towards her. Now everyone had stopped showering and were watching. The girls in the queue into the shower were now pushing and shoving to get a better view. Even those in the changing room after the shower were gathering at the shower exit to see the fight.

Maria felt strange standing completely nude with dozens of girls watching her, but she tried to focus on the naked beast that was now lunging at her. Maria had been in plenty of scraps before and knew speed was just as important as strength. She ducked under a swinging arm, slid on the wet tiled floor and spun around. It was hard to keep her balance but she just about managed. Then she waited. Grishna turned, reaching out with a grasping hand as she did, but in doing so she left her face completely exposed and Maria threw a punch of her own hitting the Bulgarian in the ear. Pain shot through Maria’s wrist as bone hit bone and reverberated down her arm. She gritted her teeth through the agony and heard Grishna cry out, not in pain but in rage.

Grishna swung one fist and missed, tried to grapple Maria with the other but again the smaller girl was too nimble and was able to step aside. Maria now knew no fear, her mind was just in survival mode, the shouts and cheers from all around sound like they were coming from far, far away. The world shrunk to just the shower room and Grishna.

As Maria stepped aside she kicked out and connected with Grishna’s standing foot. The slippy tiles meant Grishna couldn’t maintain her balance and she landed hard on her coccyx. For the first time, Maria saw pain and shock in the Bulgarian’s eyes as tears welled up from the sharp impact. But Grishna was far from defeated and got back to her feet and launched herself at Maria with a feral roar. Maria just scrambled aside leaving the other woman floundering. The girl she had punched in the pussy was now scrabbling to her feet so Maria gave her a

sharp kick in the ribs and the girls sprawled out again wheezing. The second friend came out of nowhere and grabbed Maria from behind, wrapping her arms around her tight. Maria struggled to break free, but the woman wouldn’t let go. In desperation, she threw her head back and connected with the woman’s nose. The back of her head hurt, the woman’s nose hurt more. Blood ran in the water on the floor and a scream echoed off the tiles. Maria allowed herself to take a breath and smiled as the woman clutched her ruddy nose trying to stem the bleeding. But then she turned too late as Grishna barreled into her.

Maria was thrown to the floor as the beast rammed into her. Before she could get up Grishna’s hands were on her and she was being lifted like a doll. She briefly saw Grishna’s enraged eyes as she was battered against the hard wall and all air was torn from her lungs. The world spun as she was rammed against the wall a second time and then dropped to the floor. Maria wheezed, desperate to refill her lungs, her body unable to move. Grishna rolled her over onto her back.

“You are going to regret that, you little bitch!” snarled Grishna as she stood over Maria.

Maria looked up dazed and saw Grishna’s meaty legs leading up to her hairy vagina. ‘At least I tried,’ Maria thought to herself as the pussy descended towards her face.

There was a sudden uproar of Russian shouts and voices. Maria had no idea what was happening has she no longer had to strength to even move. A few moments later and she saw Grishna step away, her loud voice bellowing in anger. Then she saw another woman looking down, Maria saw cold blue eyes studying her and a wicked smile that chilled her to the core.

Roksana lifted Maria to her wobbly legs and helped her out of the showers and

into the changing room.

“Dry yourself and get dressed,” Roksana said as she threw a towel at Maria.

Maria caught it and took deep breaths until her strength returned, then started to dry herself.

“Hurry up,” snapped Roksana as she tossed a fresh pair of clothes at Maria’s feet.

Maria was too hurt and dazed to question anything and just pulled on the sweatpants and top. As soon as she had done so both her arms were grabbed from behind as two women took hold of her. Maria looked around and recognized them as Kayla’s cellmates and realized she may have just escaped the frying pan and was now in the fire.

Roksana just nodded towards the door and Maria was half shoved, half carried out the changing room.

*****

Maria was lead down several corridors she hadn’t see before, through unlocked security doors that were ominously unattended and finally to a heavy metal door lined with rivets. Roksana opened the door with a push and Maria was shoved

through after her. The first thing Maria noticed was the warmth, it was the first time she had felt real heat in weeks and the sensation, just for a moment, made her feel better. Then she looked around at the large carpeted room. Several women were relaxing on tatty sofas drinking and smoking. The room was quite bare although against one wall was a television and another a darts board. In one corner was a four-poster bed covered in thick blankets and plump pillows. In another corner was a huge bronze tank, it was from this boiler all the heat came from. But her eyes were drawn to an armchair in which Valeria sat like a queen on her throne. On her knee sat a cute blonde girl, no more than eighteen, a dog collar around her neck. Her hair was done up in pigtails and Valeria’s hand was up her top, cupping a breast. All the women looked at Maria as was she was pushed in front of them.

“Did you get to her in time?” Valeria asked Roksana.

“Just, she was just about to take a mouthful of Grishna’s cunt, but not without putting up a fight,” Roksana replied.

“Oh really, she’s a bit of a scrapper is she?”

“Broke one of Grishna’s girl’s noses and the other looks like she may have a few broken ribs. Gave Grishna a few good smacks too.”

“Well, I am impressed!” Valeria said standing up. The petite girl slid of Valeria’s knee and onto the floor where she huddled up next to the armchair, looking timidly up at her mistress. Valeria strode over to a table and picked up a file and read from it, “Maria Cristiana Lopez, twenty-six. Serving twenty years for forgery of official documents and smuggling weapons into Chechnya. Born Puerto Rico, Resident New York, nationality American,” Valeria tossed the file back onto the table and walked up to Maria.

Maria tensed her legs to stop them from shaking. Valeria towered over her, and while Grishna was big, most of it was bulk, Valeria, on the other hand, was pure svelt muscle. While Grishna had moved like a lumbering beast, Valeria had the grace of a lioness.

“You came a very long way to do something so stupid,” said Valeria, staring unblinking into Maria’s eyes.

Maria forced herself not to look away but hold the gaze of Valeria’s deep brown eyes. Despite her masculine outfit, hairstyle and physique, Valeria was still very feminine even mesmerizing.

“Not all plans work out,” replied Maria flatly.

“Some plans don’t deserve to. But America’s loss is our gain. I don’t recall ever having an American here before and that is something that might turn out to be of some use. Let me explain some things to you. In this prison, there are two kinds of people, those who take and those who are taken. The women you see in here are those who do the taking, except for my little igrushka over there, of course,” added Valeria nodding to the girl in pigtails, who fidgeted timidly. “When you walk through those big, cold iron gates you start off as the latter. But if you are of some use, then maybe, just maybe you can rise up. Have hot food, hot showers, even a hot young igrushka in your bed to keep you warm on those oh-so-cold winter nights. Unfortunately, most girls who walk into my humble home don’t have any useful skills other than licking pussy. But you, you might just have something,” Valeria smiled.

“What do you want?”

“Plenty of time to discuss that. First, first, you need to understand how things are run around here. And while I applaud you for standing up for yourself against Grishna, I really do, you still need to understand your place in the food chain.”

Valeria reached down, pulled the elastic waistband of Maria’s sweatpants and slipped her hand inside. Maria clenched her thighs together as she felt fingers move down her smooth mound.

“Open your legs,” instructed Valeria casually.

“No,” replied Maria, making sure not to break eye .

Valeria smiled and stepped away, “Oh Maria, tell me what do you think happens now?”

Maria felt her heart start to pound and adrenaline start to flow through her veins, “Look, I’m not a lesbian. That just isn’t me.”

Valeria laughed and the rest of the room ed in, “You prefer cocks? You want me to get my strap-on and fuck you instead?”

“No…that’s not what I meant,” Maria stammered back, suddenly unable to stop her legs from shaking so clenched her fists to compensate.

“You think your Latino fire is going to get you out of this? Throw a few punches and all will be well? Giving fat old Grishna a few love taps is one thing, going against me is quite a different matter,” Valeria took off her leather jacket and tossed it onto her armchair.

Maria saw dozens of tattoos covering the bulging muscles; Russian crosses, Cyrillic writing as well as several military insignia. Maria took an involuntary step backward but was immediately shoved forward again.

“I could have you held down and then do whatever I want to you. Rape your pussy, your ass, your mouth. But that isn’t the kind of lesson that I like teaching people. I prefer to show people exactly the situation they are in so they know I don’t have to physically do anything to them. This way they submit to me and do whatever I ask without me ever having to resort to violence. You see, absolute power comes from controlling someone’s mind not their bodies.”

Valeria clapped her hands and the heavy door swung open. Maria took a breath as she saw Kayla being dragged in by two vicious-looking women. She was struggling and kicking but she had no hope of getting free. Maria saw there was already a damp patch running from her crotch down the inside of her sweatpants’ legs. She looked terrified, her eyes wide and darting around the room.

“Kayla!” gasped Maria, anger swelling up inside her and conquering her fear, “Let go of her!” she made to leap at Kayla's captors but she was grabbed by Roksana who deftly kicked her legs from under her. Maria sprawled out on the floor, Rosksana's foot pinning her down while Kayla was hauled, whimpering over to Valeria.

Valeria looked Kayla up and down, smirking at her wet pants, “Looks like this American doesn’t quite have the same spirit as the Latina.”

“P…p…please…. Don’t kill me…” whimpered Kayla, her voice pitifully weak, her entire body trembling and the damp patch on her crotch suddenly spreading even further.

“If you touch her!” snarled Maria, still struggling to get up from under Roksana’s foot.

“That is going to be up to you,” replied Valeria, she then nodded to the two women holding Kayla.

Kayla was dragged over to the table and bent her over. Valeria took her time to walk over, all the women in the room were now focused on the two Americans as they anticipated a show.

Valeria reached down and took the elastic waistband of Kayla’s sweat pants and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. Maria could see her friend's cute little ass, it was small but perfectly round. Her pussy lips were now on display, her small folds looked so delicate. The inside of her thighs glistened slightly from her own pee and Maria felt both burning anger and fear at her friend’s humiliation.

“Oh God, no! Please! No! No!” squealed Kayla as she realized what was about to happen.

“Mmm… such a small, fragile little butt,” said Valeria, gently giving Kayla’s ass a squeeze and then a sharp slap, “let her up,” she nodded at Roksana who lifted her foot.

Maria leaped to her feet and then tried to figure out how to get to her friend. The two women who led her in here stood blocking the way, daring her to try to get past them.

Valeria saw what Maria was thinking, “Don’t even bother. You can’t fight your way out of this. Sometimes you just need to know when you are beaten.”

“Please, let her go. I will spread my legs, ok?”

Valeria laughed, “Oh, we have moved beyond that now, you had your chance to get away easily.”

“Then what? “What do you want?”

“You need to show me you understand how things work around her. That when I tell you to do something you do it without question and without hesitation. Do you think you can do that?” asked Valeria as she started to knead Kayla’s buttocks.

“Sure, ok! Just don’t hurt Kayla and I will do whatever you say?” replied Maria, knowing this was a deal that was going to end badly.

“Masturbate.”

“Excuse me?” asked Maria, hoping she had misheard.

“Take your clothes off, lie on the floor and masturbate,” said Valeria coldly.

“Are you serious?” asked Maria.

“There just isn’t anything good on tv and we want to be entertained,” said Valeria with a smile. The rest of the room laughed and now adjusted their seats to get a better view, “So either they watch you pleasure yourself or they watch your friend’s tight little asshole get stretched out.”

Maria could feel herself getting hot, her cheeks burning at the thought of the instruction.

“Please, Maria! Just do it!” whimpered Kayla, “I will do anything for you, I will lick your pussy all night, every night! Anything you want! I will lick your ass out if that is what you want! Just please don’t let her fist me!”

Listening to her friend pleading by offering herself sexually sent a wave of arousal through Maria she felt a warm pulse between her legs. She saw Kayla looking over her shoulder at her, her face desperate, tears running down her cheek.

“You should take her up on that offer,” said Roksana, “She really is very good. Had her between my legs most of last night.”

Maria glared at Roksana with hatred but only got a smirk back.

“And just to give you extra motivation,” started Valeria, “If you don’t you will spend the night in Grishna’s cell tonight. I am sure she is keen to finish what she started.” Valeria spread Kayla’s cheeks so her pale pink star was revealed. Valeria placed her large fist against it, “It looks very tight, but I am sure I will be able to get in there.”

“Nooo… Maria please… don’t let her ruin my ass!” Kayla struggled but the two women holding her had no problem pushing her back down onto the table.

“Ok, I will do it…” whispered Maria in defeat.

“Tell me exactly what you are going to do,” demanded Valeria with a grin.

“I will masturbate in front of you all…” repeated Maria, the words feeling strange and shameful as they left her mouth.

“Go on then.”

Maria took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. It didn’t help, she knew she was trembling like a leaf. With shaking hands, she pulled her top over her head revealing her ample round breasts. All eyes in the room were on her taking her in, staring at her dark nipples She felt her whole body flush and her cheeks burned. She then pulled down her sweatpants and stepped out of them and placed her hands over her crotch.

“I have always heard that Latinas had nice curves and I am not disappointed. Now don’t be shy, lets us see your cunt,” said Valeria.

Maria lifted her hands. She felt totally exposed and helpless and the thought of what she had to do next started to make her body aroused. Her nipples began to tighten and go hard. She felt a flow of warmth descend between her legs and her pussy lips swell.

“On the floor,” said Valeria and Maria obeyed, “Good girl, now spread those legs.”

Maria sat on the floor her knees together. She could feel the dampness start to trickle out of her and her clit starting to go erect.

“If you don’t spread them then I will have to give the girls another show,” said Valeria and she licked her middle finger and slipped into Kayla’s anus.

Kayla took a sharp intake of breath, “Maria, just do what she says, I will do anything for you!”

Her friend’s words just made Maria even more aroused and she knew her flower was in full bloom. She opened her legs and felt the air on her most sensitive area. She knew all eyes were on her, and more specifically, her pussy.

Valeria pulled her finger out of Kayla and sat back down in her chair, right in front of Maria, “Excellent, I can see you are starting to enjoy it! Kayla, come and sit on my knee and see how wet your friend’s pussy is,”

The women released Kayla who kicked off her sodden sweatpants and obediently went and sat on Valeria’s knee. She couldn’t stop herself from looking at Maria’s open pussy, the way the lips glistening with arousal, she could even see the small nub of her friend’s swollen clit.

Kayla and Maria exchanged looks and both blushed even deeper.

“Now rub that clit for us,” commanded Valeria.

Maria reached down and with two fingers started to make circles around the top of her labia. She looked up and saw Kayla and Valeria staring down at her, focusing on her pussy. Her body continued to react, her nipples now stood proud over her areolas and her juices squelched between her fingers and started running down her crack towards her asshole. It felt good. She hadn’t had a chance, or be in the mood, to pleasure herself in a couple of weeks now and the sensation was exquisite.

“That’s it, rub that smooth pussy for us,” said Valeria as she took hold of Kayla’s slim waist and started to pull her backward and forwards driving the girl’s ass into her own crotch.

All around Maria could see hands vanishing into grey sweatpants and starting to move up and down. She felt like such a slut being used like a pornographic video clip to get a bunch of women off.

“Get some fingers in there,” gasped Valeria as Kayla’s ass was now obviously hitting the right spot.

Maria closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was by herself in her room at home. She slipped a finger into her pussy and a slight moan escaped her lips.

“Another!” came Valeria’s breathy voice.

Maria slide in a second finger.

“Now fuck yourself you little bitch,” gasped Valeria.

Maria started to slide her fingers in and out, slowly at first but gaining speed. She could now hear moans and gasps all around. She opened her eyes to see some of the women had now pulled off their sweatpants and were fingering themselves, their eyes fixed on her. She looked up and saw Valeria, had pulled her own pants down to her knees and was rubbing Kayla’s ass direct onto her clit. She could see Valeria’s large hard nipples stretching the fabric of her top.

On Valeria’s knee, Maria could also see Kayla’s pussy was engorged, her

wetness was trickling down onto Valeria, not that Valeria seemed to mind. Valeria tore off Kayla’s top, her cute pink nipples were now erect and when Kayla saw Maria looking up at her, she cupped her own breasts and then rolled her nipples between her fingers, lost to the heat of the situation.

The erotic sights and sounds drove Maria to finger herself harder and to use her other hand to spread her labia and rub her nub directly. She felt her body tense, from her stomach to her ass and right into her vagina. She was close. She heard a cry as another one of the inmates reached her climax, this instantly triggered another girl to call out as well.

“That’s it you little bitch, grind my clit!” gasped Valeria in ragged breaths as she pulled Kayla even closer into her, “Fuck!” Valeria stood up, lifting Kayla as she did. She then pushed Kayla down and bent her over the armrest, her ass once again sticking into the air. Valeria then tore off her pants. Maria saw how powerful and defined her legs were. Her butt was round and muscular and spectacular. Valeria then mounted Kayla, lowed her pussy onto the girl’s ass and then started grinding down on her, using the leverage and strength of her powerful legs to drive her clit hard against Kayla’s ass.

“That’s it, make me come on your ass, bitch!” snarled Valeria in a voice mixed with anger and pleasure. Kayla moaned slightly and took it.

This sight was too much for Maria and she felt the tension release as her hips spasmed up and she couldn’t stop herself crying out and itting to the orgasm. That was enough to get Valeria over the line, she threw back her head, drove hard and slow against Kayla’s ass then cried out in Russian. Her powerful legs trembled then buckled and she fell back into the chair, legs spread showing her red, sodden but satisfied pussy. She sat back to catch her breath and gently rubbed Kayla’s ass that was slick with her come.

Maria felt her body settle down from its high. Around the room, those women who had not yet done so started to finish with gasps, moans and cries of pleasure.

“You see,” said Valeria, “That wasn’t so bad,” she then lifted Kayla and effortlessly tossed her so she landed on Maria. Maria just about caught her. Kayla wrapped her arms around her and whispered in her ear, “Thank you.”

Valeria pulled her pants back up and the blonde girl with pig-tails climbed back onto her knee, casting an angry look a Kayla for taking her place as Valeria’s igrushka, even if it had only been briefly.

“I think that is enough for today. You have learned a valuable lesson, and tomorrow you are going to start earning your keep. Now off you go,” said Valeria.

Maria didn’t want to know what ‘earning her keep’ was going to involve, she just wanted to get out of there. She grabbed her pants and top and pulled them on quickly, feeling relieved as soon as she was covered up. Kayla did the same, blushing again as she put on her wet sweatpants which wafted her sweet scent.

Maria took Kayla by the arm and hurried past the smirking Roksana who blew Kayla a kiss.

Chapter Four – Not Alone in the Dark

“I hope you are not playing with my igrushka?”

Maria and Kayla looked up. They hadn’t even heard Roksana approach and now she stood over them, her blue eyes even brighter than usual as the light reflected off the snow. Kayla instinctively cuddled closer to Maria as they sat against the wall in the courtyard.

“Why don’t you leave her alone?” snapped Maria.

“Because she is mine. I own her. Just like you may own a handbag or hat I own my little Igrushka. She is my property – my pet. Even if she isn’t quite house trained yet,” said Roksana nodding towards Kayla’s wet patch around her crotch. Kayla tried to cover herself up by bringing her knees tight up to her chest.

“If she is yours, how come Valeria had her bent over and was about to fist her?”

The amused smile immediately vanished from Roksana’s face and Maria realized she had struck a nerve and pressed on.

“Maybe because you are just Valeria’s little bitch who has to do whatever she is told, hoping for a pat on the head for being a good doggie. If she threw a stick would you go fetch that as well?”

Roksana knelt and gripped Maria’s chin, “Today Tatiana has plans for you. But she is very fickle and tomorrow she may have forgotten your name. If that happens, Latina, there will be room in my bed for two igrushkas. And I will degrade you in ways that you never thought possible.”

Roksana stood and her cold smile returned. She kicked off one shoe and, careful not to stand in the snow, she pointed her barefoot at Kayla, “Suck my toes, igrushka.”

“Don’t be so cruel!” snapped Maria and then turned to Kayla, “You don’t have to do anything.”

“If she doesn’t she knows what will happen tonight, in the dark…in our locked cell with no one to come and help. Now on your knees and suck my toes, they are getting cold.”

Kayla gave an embarrassed look at Maria as she got on her knees and crawled over to Roksana, the snow biting at her knees and fingers.

“Good girl, give them a nice warm suck.”

Maria watched on as her friend closed her eyes and took the woman’s big toe into her mouth and started to suck.

“Open your eyes, igrushka. I want you to look at your friend as you suck my toes.”

Kayla obeyed and made eye with Maria as she licked and sucked at Roksana’s feet. Maria saw the helpless shame of an adult being totally used.

“Mmm… all this licking and sucking is making me wet,” purred Roksana, “Tonight, Latina, while you are lying comfy in your bed my little igrushka will have her tongue up my asshole and be tongue fucking me. And then, when I have had enough, she will thank me.”

Kayla managed a sob even though her mouth was full of toes. Roksana then pushed her foot out and sent Kayla sprawling into the snow.

“But that will have to wait. It is actually you, I want,” Roksana smiled at Maria as she put her shoe back on.

Maria felt a surge of fear flood through her, “What for?”

“Oh, don’t worry. Nothing like that. Not yet. Come,” Roksana said and as she walked away beckoned Maria with a finger.

“Just do what she says,” sobbed Kayla.

“Will you be alright?”

Kayla nodded.

*****

Maria followed Roksana back inside and along a series of corridors. At the end, Roksana opened an old rusty door, beyond which stone steps led down into darkness.

“Wh…what’s down there?” stammered Maria.

“It’s where I keep the bodies of all the girls I kill,” smirked Roksana. She saw Maria try to figure out if it was a joke or not, “Relax.”

Roksana stepped through the door, flicked a light switch and headed downwards. Maria took a deep breath and followed.

The air was musty and dry causing Maria to cough on the dust. The steps ended in a tunnel with a curved ceiling of red brick from which dirty, bare lightbulbs cast a weak light. The place looked old, Maria guessed it must have been part of the original foundations. Roksana glanced back and saw Maria observing the surroundings.

“This prison was built on a fortress. This is one of the oldest remaining parts.”

“Where are we going?” asked Maria nervously.

“The dungeon,” replied Roksana, “The fortress fell in 1824 and story has it, all the defenders who surrendered were brought down here and… not given a pleasant time.”

“I didn’t take you as a history buff,” muttered Maria.

“A what?”

“A buff… erm… expert.”

“I see. I find it useful to learn all about your surroundings… and the people in it, of course. Always be looking for a weakness. Kayla is your weakness and because of that you will do everything we say.”

“You mean everything Tatiana says,” snorted Maria.

“Tatiana?” laughed Roksana as if Maria had told a joke, “The spider in the middle of the web, pulling everyone's strings.”

“When am I going to meet her?”

The tunnel ended in a metal door which Roksana pushed open, “Welcome to your office.”

“My office?” Maria stepped inside as Roksana turned on the light, which was a series of more filthy bulbs that barely pierced the deep shadows. It was a large stone chamber full of moldy cartons, shelves covered in files and boxes. The roof was high and some rusty chains hung from wooden beams. Several dust sheets were covering bulky objects.

“This is where prisoners were shackled, beaten and tortured. Now its purpose is less fun. When the istration block got an upgrade a couple of years back, this is where they dumped all the old papers and luckily for us…” Roksana pulled some of the dust sheets off to reveal a photocopier and a computer, “some broken equipment, but we managed to get them up and running. So it will have to do.”

“Do? Do for what?”

Roksana pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Maria. It was an official document, with a watermark in the middle. What it said, Maria had no idea.

“Make another one of these. It needs to be identical. Absolutely identical.”

“In here? With this rubbish?” replied Maria, half laughing in disbelief.

“The only reason you are not on your knees licking my cunt right now is because Tatiana thinks you can forge this document. If you say you can’t…” Roksana smiled cruelly as she shrugged, “Then I guess Tatiana will have no need for you…”

Maria swallowed and looked around at the basic equipment, “I’ll need more lights, probably fresh ink for the printer and a few other things.”

“If it is available in the prison you shall have it, if it isn’t then you will just have to make do.”

“Do the guards know about this place?”

“Some. Just come down here when you have yard time. We will make sure you are not missed. You really have got lucky, just be careful your luck doesn’t run out.”

“How long do I have?”

“Until Tatiana gets bored, I guess,” shrugged Roksana, “So not long.”

“Do you know why she wants a copy?” asked Maria, holding up the document.

“Oh, there is a plan in place. Just focus on this task. Stay useful Latina and I suggest you work fast, otherwise one day, one day soon I will bring you down here again. Just that time, you will never leave.”

*****

For the next few days, Maria came down to the dungeon during her yard time and managed to get the computer and printer up and running. The equipment was basic but luckily the document was relatively simple to copy. Roksana would always come down and watch her work. Having those cold blue eyes on her all the time unnerved Maria and sometimes talking to her was better than the silence. The idea of being alone down here creeped her out far more than having Roksana with her. More than once she was sure she was being watched and stared into the deep shadows just to check no one was there. She caught Roksana doing the same, and even if she didn’t it it, the Russian looked nervous.

“Why are you in here?” asked Maria as she started to pulp shredded paper in a cooking pestle and mortar.

“Same as everyone else, I got caught.”

“Caught doing what?”

Roksana just sighed and sat on the desk right next to Maria, “What are you

doing?”

“I am going to create the watermark on the replica document, but first I need to create a new piece of paper with the same consistency as the original. Official documents don’t use the same kind of paper you buy down your local print shop. So?”

“Bank robbery. It was a good plan… until it wasn’t. I had over one hundred million rubles in my hand,” replied Roksana her mind drifting back to the moment.

“What went wrong?” Maria scrapped the pulp onto a chopping board and started to flatten it with a rolling pin.

“One of the security guards had a gun hidden in his sock. Thought it was up to him to be the hero. So he got himself killed, then the others started to panic and then it was just shooting and chaos and death. The alarm got triggered, the police turned up and well… I was the only one of my gang to be taken alive.”

“I didn’t take you for the surrendering type.”

Roksana shrugged, “They’re all dead, I’m not.”

“That’s why there are only two sorts of bank robbers; dead ones and imprisoned ones. It’s easier to forge money than to steal it.”

“Yet here you are. I wasn’t always a bank robber.”

“Don’t tell me… you were once just a car thief.”

“Actually I was a pilot.”

“Seriously?” Maria looked up assuming Roksana was joking, “How did you get from pilot to bank robber?”

“We need to go, yard time is almost up.”

Just as they were about to go there was the sound of something heavy hitting the stone floor. They both turned to see a carton had fallen to the ground from a row of racking. The space now vacated by the box led into the darkness behind.

“Rats?” asked Maria.

“No… I don’t think so. We should go. Now,” Roksana stood with urgency and moved towards the door.

“Maybe it is you who is afraid of the ghosts,” said Maria in an attempted laugh, but her tone didn’t carry the humor she intended.

“You can stay if you want,” replied Roksana opening the door.

As Maria looked into the darkness behind the racking she lost any ability to mock Roksana’s fear, as she felt, rather than saw, something was staring back at her from the blackness. She hurriedly got up and found herself fighting the desire to run. Roksana was already through the door and holding it open, looking back over Maria’s shoulder.

“Hurry!”

Maria thought she heard something behind her, and Roksana’s eyes widened in fear. Roksana backed out the door allowing Maria through. As Maria went to close the door behind her she glanced up and her heart stopped. Something moved in the reflection of the computer monitor. Maria didn’t want to look at what it was but she couldn’t help it and her eyes darted over to the racking. A face was staring back from the darkness beyond, the face that could barely be recognized as that of a human. The hair and beard were matted with filthy and clotted blood, where there should have been eyes instead were just pits of nothingness, empty yet seeing. The mouth yawned open and Maria thought she could hear a voice…a whisper… a wail… Then the door slammed shut.

Roksana walked briskly back down the age, looking ahead while Maria stumbled after her. Only after they had climbed the steps and were back in the corridor did they speak.

“What…what did I see?” gasped Maria, her voice shaking.

“Nothing. I don’t know. Why would I know what you saw?” replied Roksana trying to sound indignant to hide the fear in her voice.

“I saw…I saw…” already the image of the man’s face was fading from Maria’s memory.

“This is a weird fucked up place, full of weird fucked up noises and fucked up things moving in the shadows. Now come on, let’s get back to the cellblock before we are missed.”

*****

The wind whistled around the prison walls and the sound of a trash can being blown over got several dogs barking with excitement. Maria’s cell lit up momentarily as one of the tower's huge floodlights moved across the block, searching for the source of the noise. She fidgeted slightly trying to warm up, every night it was getting colder and now her feet felt like blocks of ice. What happened in the dungeon felt like a nightmare, almost real but not quite. She knew she had seen something but what stayed with her was more a sense of dread than a clear memory. She would be able to drift off for an hour only to wake shivering, breathing in the cold air and feeling the relentless chill knawing at her bones with the sense of something near… what that something was she didn’t know or even want to know. A presence…an echo.

“You want me to lie on top of you?” mumbled Ivana sleepily and started to roll over before Maria had time to respond. The feeling of warmth, of someone alive touching her, banished Maria’s unease as if whatever was there suddenly had

evaporated away.

The last few nights Maria had shivered so much Ivana had used herself as a blanket and as much as Maria felt awkward, even embarrassed by having the smaller girl warm her in that fashion, she had to it it did help.

Ivana lay on top of Maria and pulled the blankets over their heads. Immediately Maria felt a surge of heat from the small Russian’s body.

“Thank you,” whispered Maria.

“You’re welcome,” replied Ivana and nuzzled her face into Maria's neck, “Your breasts are super comfy, better than any mattress.

“Oh!...oh….oh…oh Ohhh!” came a cry of pleasure from one of the nearby cells.

“Sounds like our neighbors are finding a fun way to warm themselves up,” giggled Ivana.

The sound of sex while having a girl lie on top of her added to the awkwardness of the situation. Maria closed her eyes and listened to the moans and the gusts of wind. She then felt Ivana squirm.

“Sorry… sex noises are turning me on…” she giggled again, “And lying on a

sexy Latina makes it even worse.”

Maria didn’t know what to say, listening to people having sex was also having an effect on her, and now Ivana confessing she was turned on, while her cute body was pressing down on her, was adding to her arousal. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the sound of the wind and nothing else.

Ivana continued to squirm, her body pushing against Maria’s increasingly sensitive breasts and her upper thigh rubbing into Maria’s crotch.

“I’m sorry… now I am horny…” sighed Ivana.

“Just try to think of something else… something boring,” suggested Maria, also trying to take her own advice.

“Mmmm….Da! DA! Mmmm….” Continued the amorous couple.

“She sounds like she is really hitting the spot now!” Ivana giggled.

Maria could feel Ivana’s hot breath on her neck, the soft nose pressing against her skin. Maria’s nipples started to tingle and tighten. She then felt Ivana’s moist lips gently caressing her.

“Maria…? Do you… erm… want to…make love?” asked Ivana nervously.

The words sent a hot pulse between her legs and her heart sped up.

“Ivana… I’m sorry… I’ve told you… I’m straight… girls just don’t turn me on,” she lied. Although just a couple of weeks ago that would have been the truth.

“Hmm…” thought Ivana, lifting her head so their faces were only inches apart under the cover, “Maybe you can try it just once? You may like it?”

In the darkness, Maria could barely make out Ivana’s face, although she knew her large blue eyes were staring down into hers, that her small, delicate mouth was only a fraction from her own. She knew her pussy lips were now swelling and spreading, even as Ivana’s thigh pressed against it. She moved just slightly, yet the friction against her sex made her have to stifle a moan.

“I… I don’t think so…”

“You are going to be here for a long, looooong time! You planning to stay celibate for the next twenty years?”

The idea of no sex for the foreseeable future did frustrate her. But to have sex with a woman? Thought Maria, it just wasn’t her. What was she going to do? Maybe she should just give into it now?

Thoughts continued to swirl in her mind when she felt soft lips on her own. She

didn’t move. The lips were softer than any lips to kiss her before, far softer. It was tender in a way no man had ever managed. She knew her heart skipped at least three beats and she had stopped breathing as she froze. Perhaps Maria’s lack of reaction encouraged Ivana and her tongue slipped from her mouth and ran along Maria’s lower lip. Just as she did this, her thigh pressed just a little harder against Maria’s crotch.

Maria didn’t open her mouth intentionally but still, she felt Ivana’s tongue slip between her lips. ‘If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to!’ was the panicked thought in her mind. She turned her head away and rolled her body so Ivana fell off her. Immediately she felt the chill now that her ‘blanket’ was gone.

“I…I said no…” Maria spluttered.

Maria heard Ivana sigh, “You know, I was straight when I arrived. Well, technically a virgin… Maybe I still am a virgin, in the sense I have never had sex with a man,” she hesitated for a moment, “Well, not really. But the point is sooner or later you are going to need some intimate connection. This place is too brutal to survive without it. Or… or you will be forced into it. Believe me, after you have been made to lick a few pussies and fucked by strap-ons night after night, being straight isn’t really a question of choice anymore.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” said Maria, anger boiling up, not at Ivana but about the situation. Perhaps she was right… that being turned was inevitable, after all, how could she manage twenty years without sex? Or just because she had a lucky escape the other day in the shower with Grishna, her luck wouldn’t hold up for that long, “I just don’t want to have sex with another woman,” she continued, her forced tone of anger showing her fears and doubts.

“Ok… well do you mind if I masturbate?” asked Ivana as casually as if she had

asked if it was ok to go for a walk.

“Excuse me?”

“Masturbate… maybe I am saying it wrong… Hmm… pleasure myself?”

“I understood what you meant! Just you mean you want to do it here? Now? In bed with me?” asked Maria.

“Er…well yes… Maria, I haven’t touched myself since you arrived last week… and I kinda need to come soon otherwise I might explode!”

“But with me here, right next to you?”

“We’re in prison! We are never going to be alone again! Masturbating in the showers is just asking to be gang-raped! So we can only ever do it when we are in bed… You can too if you want… but I heard about the other day when Valeria made you… er… pleasure yourself…so perhaps you don’t need to come again so soon. But I do! I am super horny, I’ve been holding on for over a week and won’t be able to sleep if I don’t!”

Again, Maria didn’t know what to say. It was true. Sex aside, even masturbating was impossible to be done alone. There was absolutely no way she was going to get through the next twenty years without sex or masturbation!

“You do what you need to do…” muttered Maria at last, “But can you be quick and quiet!”

“Wow! Aren’t you the romantic!” laughed Ivana, “OK, ok, I will do my best!”

Ivana rolled onto her side so she faced the brick wall with her back to Maria. Maria felt Ivana push her hand between her legs and soon a rhythmic rubbing started. Maria couldn’t believe what was happening. She was lying in bed with a girl, that was still little more than a stranger, who was rubbing one out. Worse her own pussy was now desperate to be touched, she could tell by the way the fabric of her sweatpants was touching her, that her little nub was swollen and out of its hood. She wanted to just reach down and touch herself, anything to relieve the pressure.

“Mmm…” purred Ivana.

Maria could feel the mattress under her shake sightly as Ivana’s hips rocked backward and forwards against her hand, which was make a rubbing sound against the bedsheets as it worked frantically away. Maria rolled on her side to face away from Ivana and tried to focus on something else.

“Da! Da! Da!” came the cries from the cell next to theirs, the woman was obviously close, very close.

“Mmm,” purred Ivana as she stuck her ass further out and pushed it against Maria. Maria’s breasts felt full and her nipples were aching to be touched. Then Ivana’s ass started to rub up and down against her own and she could hear the slight wet sound of fingers going into and out of the girl’s clearly soaked pussy.

Maria ground her legs together looking to apply some pressure on her own sex without Ivana noticing. Why she was embarrassed at thought of Ivana knowing she was masturbating, she didn’t quite understand, after all, that was exactly what the Russian girl was doing. Even after her experience with Valeria, she just couldn’t bring herself to just let go and pleasure herself.

She felt Ivana roll onto her front and by the way the bedsheets lifted up, it was clear her ass was high in the air as she continued to rub herself.

“Mmm…ah…ah… Mmm,” Ivana continued to moan.

Maria reach up under her top and cupped her left breast, her nipple was rock hard and she squeezed and caressed it between her fingertips. By allowing herself this slight relief but not touching the place that really needed it, made her situation worse. She could feel her pussy juices flow between her legs and she tensed her thigh muscles again just to get a little bit of friction… but by creating a little bit of friction, it didn’t relieve the need to touch herself it just increased it.

“Ah…ah…ah…ah!” gasped Ivana with short sharp breaths, “Aaaaaah…” there was a sharp spasm and then she flopped down flat on the mattress, “Mmmm… ok…. Finished now. I come quickly when I haven’t come in a while.”

Ivana rolled onto her side spooned Maria and threw an arm over her. Maria wondered if the hand that now was resting close to her breasts was the hand Ivana had used to pleasure herself, and if the fingers were now slick with her cum.

“You are cold again! Poor hot-blooded Latina,” said Ivana, hooking her leg over

Maria’s hip and pulling her in close, “Sweet dreams.”

Maria lay there for what seemed like hours until her arousal subsided. She then rolled over so she was facing Ivana and they cuddled up together until dawn.

*****

Maria pulled off her top and pants and tossed them into the basket, immediately feeling eyes on her body. She wrapped her arms around her and tried to ignore the cold.

“You feel weird, don’t you?” asked Ivana.

“Hmm?” replied Maria over her shoulder. She hated talking while standing completely nude, knowing Ivana had a perfect view of her round ass.

“About last night,” said Ivana.

“Er… no… it’s ok…”

“Well, whenever you feel the…need… you should go for it. Really, I won’t mind. You are going to have to eventually.”

A guard yawned, covered her mouth in one hand and waved them on with the other. They stepped into the shower. The room was so cold that even the lukewarm water managed to create some steam. She started to wash when she saw a girl on the other side of the shower being grabbed. The girl was small and skinny, no more than eighteen with a nearly flat chest. Her eyes widened in fear and shock as two larger women took the girl by the arms and dragged her. Maria’s heart started to pound as she knew what she had just avoided a few days ago was now going to happen to this poor creature.

The girl whimpered and struggled, but to no avail. The other women were older and stronger. She started pleading as she was shoved onto her knees before a third woman. That woman looked down with a satisfied grin and the pretty young virgin, who was now starting to cry and stroked the girl’s wet hair from her face. With two fingers she probed the girl’s mouth, slipping them in right to the knuckle. The girl closed her eyes and continued to tremble. The woman said something to her two friends before turning and facing the wall, she placed her hands on the tiles, spread her legs and stuck her big round ass out.

The young woman opened her eyes to see the ass before her and she suddenly started to struggle again as she realized what she was now expected to do and tears rolled down her cheeks. The two women holding the girl laughed at her feeble efforts to break free and one then forced her pretty face between the woman’s ass cheeks and held there. Clearly the woman wasn’t getting the licking she was wanting and turned around snarling at her friends to encourage the girl. One of them yanked the girl’s head back by grabbing a fistful of hair and bellowed an instruction in her ear, before shoving her face back in between the buttocks. The girl’s head started nodding away and the woman grinned back at her friends, clearly enjoying being rimmed by the teenager.

Maria felt her body react. She couldn’t help it. Watching this girl being forced made her labia heat up, even under the cool water. Her nipples, already hard

from the chill, became fully erect. She felt ashamed to feel such arousal at some other girl’s misfortune. She noticed Ivana looking at her, in particular her breasts.

“Don’t worry about it… seeing girls being taken has that effect on most people. See,” said Ivana and indicated to her own little nipples that were also pointing proudly out from her neat, pink areola.

Maria blushed, finished washing and hurried out of the shower as fast as she could, a wave of guilt washing over her as she couldn’t stop a sideways glance at the girl on her knees, head still nodding away. Maria grabbed the rough towel and, as quick as she could, dried herself, then just as she reached for a fresh outfit…

“Here,” said Roksana, holding out a fresh sweatsuit. She was also making no attempt to hide that she was enjoying the view of Maria’s naked body, “Hurry up, Valeria wants to see you.”

Maria quickly dressed and followed Roksana out of the dressing room.

“What does she want?”

“She wants to check your work, it’s finished, right?” asked Roksana over her shoulder.

“Ye…yes…” replied Maria, she had hoped to have given the document one last

look over in daylight rather than in the poor light of the dungeon.

“Good. Either you are going to be in for a reward or I am going to have another igrushka keeping me warm tonight. And with a body like that… well I do hope you have done a very bad job.”

Maria felt a surge of fear and her palms started to sweat.

They went down to the dungeon and retrieved the original document and the forgery before Roksana lead her to Valeria’s room.

Like before, Valeria was on her chair, her small igrushka on her lap being fondled while the rest of her gang lazed about, drinking and smoking while watching some Russian sitcom – although none of them seemed to be laughing.

“Ah, Maria Cristiana Lopez! Come on in!” said Valeria with a smile that chilled Maria, “I have heard promising things about your work.”

“You have?”

“Of course, Roksana has been keeping me updated. And even though she wants to see you fail and spend the next twenty or so years tucked between her legs… she still says you have been working very hard. She is a hard woman to impress.”

Maria nervously glanced at Roksana whose expression gave little away. Maria pulled the two documents out of her pocket and handed them over to Valeria who examined them both, her igrushka also taking a little interest.

“So which is the forgery?” asked Valeria confused as she took turns holding the documents up to the light.

“You tell me,” replied Maria, her confidence in her work showing by a smug smile.

Valeria looked at them both again and then nodded, “Well I am impressed too. Good work, really good work.”

“Are you going to tell me what it is that I just forged?”

“What did Roksana say it was?”

“She didn’t tell me.”

Valeria exchanged looks with Roksana and then they both laughed. At that moment Valeria almost seemed kind, friendly. Roksana, however, didn’t – even her laugh sounded cold.

“It’s an invoice for a washing machine for the prison laundry,” said Valeria as

she screwed up both pieces of paper up and chucked them in the trash.

“It was a test, just a test,” snorted Maria, annoyed that her hard work had been wasted.

“Of course, but it is a test you ed! So congratulations! Tonight we will discuss what your real assignment will be. But in the meantime, you deserve your reward! Now a little bird has told me you had your eye on someone, and I must say you have impeccable taste. Both Roskana and I can vouch for that personally!” Valeria turned around in her chair and called, “Inga!”

Maria hadn’t noticed the small girl sitting silently between two of Valeria’s women. The girl got up and nervously approached, eyes glued to the carpet.

“She is quite adorable, isn’t she?” smiled Valeria, “And she can lick pussy like a pro!”

“I…I don’t understand,” stammered Maria, although she was quite certain she did.

“She’s your igrushka! Some women come here and never get one, yet here you are, Maria Cristiana Lopez, less than a couple of weeks in and you have yourself your own personal pussy licker!”

Inga walked slowly over, to Valeria and took a dog collar from her and put it on.

“I don’t want some kind of sex slave!”

“Oh Maria,” replied Valeria shaking her head and smiling, “Sometimes you don’t get what you want, you get what you deserve. And after your excellent work, you certainly deserve this! Go on, don’t be shy, take her for a spin!”

Valeria stood up and her igrushka hurried out the way, “Sit down,” she said gesturing to the armchair.

Maria looked from the chair to Valeria and back to the chair, not sure what was happening.

“Don’t worry, the chair won’t eat you,” Valeria laughed, “but something else will,” she added with a smile.

Roksana shoved Maria forward and Valeria patted the chair as if encouraging a dog to come over.

“Look, I don’t need any reward,” said Maria, again feeling her heart start to speed up and the increasingly familiar weakness in her legs.

“But I insist, now sit.”

Maria took a deep breath and sat down and looked up at Roksana and Valeria pensively. Inga, eyes fixed to the floor, walked over to the armchair and knelt between Maria’s legs. She reached up towards Maria’s waistband and was about to pull down the sweatpants when Maria swatted her hands away.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Just relax,” said Valeria calmly and sat on one of the chair arms, Roksana did the same. Sitting on each side of Maria they took her by the elbows and pulled her arms out wide. Maria felt both women’s strength and knew, just like that girl in the shower, she was helpless.

Inga then reached forward again and took hold of Maria’s sweatpants and began pulling them down.

“What, what you doing?” gasped Maria, her heart now pounding, her palms sweating and the room starting to spin around her.

She looked at the pretty petite girl kneeling down between her legs, at the small, ruby red lips, her small refined nose and deep, doe eyes. She was exceptionally pretty with flawless youthful skin.

“I hear you have never had a girl lick you out before,” said Valeria, “Roksana, would you say girls are better at eating pussy than men?”

“Absolutely, girls know what girls want. She is going to make you come hard.”

“Listen… I… I appreciate this…this… reward, but I am straight. I have a boyfriend!”

The two Russian women laughed and Valeria peered between Maria’s legs, “It looks like your pussy doesn’t mind. What do you think, Roksana, does that Latina pussy look excited to you?”

Maria blushed fiercely, the heat in her cheeks matching the heat between her legs. As soon as Inga had knelt she had felt her labia lips start to swell and spread and knew she was getting wet.

“Her flower has opened up and is glistening. Don’t worry, your boyfriend, Jake is it? Well, he isn’t going to mind.”

Maria missed the cold look Roksana and Valeria shared at the mention of her boyfriend’s name, she was too transfixed on the beauty between her legs.

Inga gently put her hands under each of Maria’s knees and pulled her forward in the armchair so her sex was right on the edge and easily accessible.

“Mmm… it is going to feel so good,” said Valeria, “I want all my girls to have a good time, a very good time.”

Inga moistened her lips and glanced up at Maria. The two girls shared the same

look of helplessness, shame…and desire. Maria felt another pulse through her pussy, she knew it was so sensitive now, that after last night of being aroused so and not touching it was hungrier than ever.

‘But I am straight!’ she told herself, her Latina anger again flaring at the thought of being used.

Maria slammed her legs closed again, catching Inga by surprise and knocking her back. She then wrenched her arm free of Roksana’s grip and lashed out at Valeria. The sudden burst of movement caught Valeria off guard and Maria’s fist hit her on the chin. But Valeria didn’t let go. Instead, she laughed.

“I really love your spirit! Held down by two women, pants around your ankles and you still are fighting like a bear!” Valeria turned and called over to a couple of the women watching the tv, they laughed and came over to the sport.

Roksana regained her grip of the struggling Latina, “And this is how she behaves when she is being rewarded! Imagine the fun when we punish her!”

“Let go of me! I did what you wanted!” snarled Maria trying again the break free, but this time she was held fast.

The two other women grabbed her ankles and she was lifted up and out of the chair. With Roskana and Valeria holding her up beneath her arms, the other two pulled open her legs so she was dangling in the air, and holding her up from under her knees, she was completely spread-eagled. Maria felt so helpless, with her legs apart her pussy was exposed and her increasing arousal was becoming evident. She continued to struggle but it was not useless, she had no leverage and

no hope of escape.

“Ok Inga, time to drink some pussy juice!” encouraged Valeria.

Inga got back to her knees and positioned herself between Maria’s legs, while she continued to fight in vain. Maria felt Inga's soft warm hands on the inside of her thighs as her head leaned forward. Maria felt the warm breath tease her most sensitive petals moments before Inga opened her mouth wide and licked up the full length of her pussy, lingering on her clit.

Maria let out a gasp, the sensation was exquisite, both sharp and delicate at the same time. Inga's head nodded up and down slowly, the flat of her tongue spreading Maria’s labia and then running the rough surface over the swollen nub. Maria gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the pleasure, show Valeria and Roksana she could resist.

Inga's lips settled over Maria’s clit and sucked the nub into her small mouth. Drawn out of the hood, Maria’s clit was subjected to a relentless series of firm, fast licks. Maria could no longer hold back her moan and her hips rotated by themselves to push herself harder into Inga’s mouth.

“See, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” said Valeria, “The feeling of your clit inside another girl’s mouth, so warm, so tender, so loving.”

Maria had given up on her struggle and just lay limp in the hands of the other inmates. Roksana used her free hand to pull up Maria’s top and exposed her round full breasts. She started to knead one of them firmly.

“No wonder Ivana doesn’t want to leave the Latina’s bed, feel these,” Roksana said.

Valeria fondled the other breast, “Mmm… so round and perfect…and the nipple, hard as a bullet. Valeria rolled the nipple between her fingers. Maria looked down at her chest and saw the nipple growing erect between the fingers. Another wave of humiliation washed over followed by a stronger wave of pleasure. She felt Inga’s tongue harden and push its way inside her, fucking her hole while the girl’s fingers rubbed over her clit in a blur.

‘Fuck!’ she thought, ‘this feels so good… she’s going to make me come… but if they see my orgasm they will think they have won… think they have turned me! I’m straight! I like cock! Oh…oh… fuck that feels so good!’

Maria couldn’t stifle the moan as she felt a little tight ball of pleasure build up inside her. She heard the Russians laugh and squeeze her breasts. It felt strange having women knead her so, ‘Why am I so aroused? If I am straight they shouldn’t have been able to turn me on! It’s just my body’s reflex reaction, I can’t control it!’ she told herself as two fingers slide inside her sodden pussy and stroked her upper wall, seeking and finding a spot she had never had a man touch. The sensation was like a bolt of lightning.

“Oh! Oh…fuuuck!” the moan tumbled out of her mouth.

“She’s going to come soon!” gloated Roksana.

“A straight girl’s first female induced orgasm… won’t be long until having a girl between her legs is all she will be able to think about,” said Valeria.

The pressure built at tremendous speed inside Maria. The way Inga was hitting her g-spot with her fingers while flicking her clit with an expert tongue was a far more intense sensation than any man had managed to give her. She just looked down at Inga’s pretty face working away and panted, “Oh…oh…oh…” in a series are sharp ragged breaths. Valeria squeezed her hard nipple.

“Oh…yeesss…” gasped Maria, her voice almost a growl.

“She’s turning full lesbo now!” mocked Roksana.

‘No! I’m straight!’ Maria told herself trying to focus through the overload of sensations, ‘But fuck this feels too good… it is crazy… just let go and come!’ came another voice in her mind. But Maria refused to allow herself to be overcome, she clenched her fists and tried to ignore the pleasure, even though she knew it was going to be futile in the end. The pressure inside her surged and she tensed trying to stop the inevitable, but in so doing she felt a sensation like she had never felt before, a fullness inside her as if she was going to pee.

‘What’s happening? Am I going to wet myself?’ Maria asked herself in confusion.

She suddenly found herself struggling to resist an orgasm and at the same time this new urge to urinate.

“Oh..ooh….Oh….No…..” Maria cried out, no longer ashamed of declaring her pleasure to her captors, as she felt the pressure inside her explode. Her entire body twitched, her body arching in mid-air, her hips spasming up and down as not only the pleasure claimed her but she lost control of the sensation of feeling like she was about to wet herself… and she squirted. For the first time in her life a torrent of cum fountained out of her sex, she looked down to see the clear liquid wash over Inga’s face down her front and then as she spasmed again, spraying Inga in a jet of fluid.

“Fuuuuuk!” she cried out as another orgasm blew out all her senses and her head rocked backward and a calming divine warmth filled every inch of her. Her body went limp in the womens’ arms and she struggled to breathe as she gasped for air. The room she was in felt distant, the whoops and cheers from the other women sounded like they came from underwater. Then she was lowered into the comfy armchair.

Inga climbed onto her knee and held her close and Maria found her arms wrapping around the petite Russian.

“Wow, now that’s what I call an orgasm!” laughed Valeria, “Tell me Maria Cristiana Lopez, has a man ever done that to you?”

Maria didn’t answer, she managed to get her breathing back to normal and she felt like she was waking from some kind of trance.

“Looks like little Inga has drained her dry,” said Roksana with a smirk.

Maria realized where she was, and blushed as she saw she was surrounded by

smirking women, her pants on the floor, and a beautiful girl on her knee, whose face was glistening with her cum.

“Off you go straight girl,” mocked Valeria, “Good work today. We will talk again soon.”

To be Continued…

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