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Blackstone Prison

By Ellie Wylde

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Blackstone Prison

By

Ellie Wylde

Chapter Nine – Just Reward

Maria fidgeted in her bunk. She couldn’t sleep. There was something odd in the air that night, a charge, like a thunderstorm about to break. Inga moaned sleepily. It was strange at first having Inga in her bed. She had gotten used to Ivana but now she had moved back to the boiler room her place had been taken by her new igrushka, Inga. She was super sweet and much quieter than Ivana. Inga put her arms around Maria and nuzzled into her.

Maria stared at the plain stone ceiling and ed the night before with Valeria. Twenty-four hours ago she was sure she was straight and now she had no idea what she was. ‘I was drunk,’ she told herself, ‘Valeria got me drunk and took advantage of me. Simple as that.’

Inga rolled and flopped half on top of her. It was another cold night so Maria pulled the girl even tighter into her. It was crazy to think that this girl was effectively hers. By the laws of the prison, which by choice or force, she lived by, Inga was hers. She knew Inga would do anything she asked. Anything. That thought sent a warm pulse between her legs. She recalled the sensation of Valeria eating her out, the intensity of it. Maybe Ivana was right, how could anyone hope to shun all human for the next twenty years. ‘Why should I deny myself?’ she asked. ‘Sure it was different than being with a man… but it was just as pleasurable… maybe more so. What am I thinking? Just close your eyes and go to sleep.’

But she couldn’t. The cold nibbled at her toes and the sound of the guard walking up and down the cellblock was relentless. It was like the guard was wearing metal studded shoes as they scratched along the tiled floor with a metallic scrape. Inga moved again, her leg hooking over Maria’s and her head

resting on her breast. ‘Fuck, I’m horny!’ she sighed to herself. Having been without sex for so long she had been able to just about get by, but Valeria had rekindled her desires. Knowing Inga’s pussy was pressing hard against her hip just added to her needs. Inga’s head slipped up onto her shoulder and the soft breath teased her neck. Maria could feel those small lips were just inches away from her skin and she imagined what it would be like to have them kiss her. Her nipples started to stiffen. With her heart speeding up, Maria turned her head so the two girls were face to face. She leaned forward, her pussy starting to tingle and warm up, her lips touched lips for just a moment when there was a scream.

It was a ghastly, soul-chilling wail that sounded like it was being torn from a broken, wretched being at its moment of death. Maria at first thought it came from outside, in the courtyard. But it was too loud, too clear. The noise echoed off the stone walls of her cell and down every dark corridor in the prison. Inga tensed, squeezing Maria so hard it hurt. Inga then grabbed the blankets and pulled it over their heads. Maria could feel Inga’s heart pounding in her little chest.

“Who was that?” whispered Maria.

“Sshh…please…sssh…” pleaded Inga.

“Was that from outside? Is someone out there?”

Maria started to get up to look out the window but Inga gripped her wrist and pulled with a strength that defied her small frame.

“No, don’t look! Get back in bed! Please! Please!”

Maria had never heard such fear in a voice before and felt compelled to obey.

“Ok…ok…” Maria climbed back under the sheets and Inga immediately pulled them back over their heads and tried to dig her way underneath Maria.

Maria rolled on top of the small girl who was trembling, “What is wrong?”

“Ssh… please…”

Maria lay there and listened. There was silence. She had never heard a silence in the cellblock like it. Even in the middle of the night there was always the sound of snoring, whimpering, lovemaking, crying, guards chatting. But now there was nothing. Total stillness. She felt unnerved and didn’t know what was worse, that pitiful scream of the blanket of silence.

Maria couldn’t recall falling asleep but she must have done and she woke to the guard banging on the door. Inga opened her bleary eyes and looked so sweet and vulnerable.

“I need to get ready for the breakfast serving. I’ll save you an extra cookie,” said Inga and then before Maria could react, Inga leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips.

*****

“Look at these fools,” sneered Alina, “they’re scared as mice. Russian mice. They are the most timid mice in the world.”

“Did you hear that cry last night?” Maria asked her as she stirred her porridge. Today it was thick, like cement. Yesterday it had been runny like soup, tomorrow… well that would be a surprise, “Was it from outside?”

“Pff… I don’t know. My cellmates almost peed themselves and this morning they are like all doom and gloom. They should be cheery, it’s almost Christmas.”

“Christmas?”

“7th January, Orthodox Christmas. I don’t think it is much like your American Christmas. Don’t expect a big jolly fat man with a beard bringing you candy cane.”

“You don’t like Christmas?”

Alina shrugged, “I’m Islamic… means nothing to me. But if you want to give me a kiss under the mistletoe… I won’t stop you. Or that Igrushka of yours,” she added looking over to where Inga was serving behind the counter. “What is she eighteen, nineteen? Her body is so fucking tight! You let me fuck her and I will give you my cookie. Well, half my cookie.”

Roksana sat down next to them.

“Talking about doom and gloom. It’s the Ice Queen,” sighed Alina, “Tell me Roksana, is your cunt frozen solid?”

“No, Maria’s friend warms it up every morning,” smirked Roksana.

Alina laughed loudly while Maria glared at Roksana hatefully.

“You know, sometimes I wish you were Chechnyan,” smiled Alina, “I would enjoy fighting side by side with you. Rare to meet such a cold-hearted bitch.”

Roksana didn’t react and just spoke to Maria, “Valeria thinks she got a break on the ports. You are to meet her after breakfast,” Roksana stood up and turned to Alina, “Oh, and exciting news for you. Sounds like your big day is going to be in a couple of weeks.

“Big day?” asked Alina confused.

“Your execution. Let’s hope we are all out of here before then.”

*****

Rita pushed open the heavy fire doors and the scent of soap and detergents flowed out. The laundry was one of the few warm rooms in the prison as the machines ran almost all day. Banks of washing machines lined one wall while on the other the dryers. Large metal cage trolleys, full of blankets, sheets, towels and clothes were scattered around the large room. Rita walked around checking everything was in order, due to the noise she didn’t at first how empty the place was. When she did she peered around the cages but there was no one there.

“Hello?” she called out.

On most days there were at least twelve girls working away and another half dozen skulking in the corner playing cards and trying to keep warm.

“Anyone here, please present yourself,” she called out again but her voice was drowned out by the constant thrum of the machines.

Something didn’t feel right and she found her hand moving towards her truncheon.

“I said present yourself for inspection!” she shouted out, but her voice was weak. Again there was no response. She started to back away towards the door every sense in her body telling her to get out of there. Then there was movement and a flash white. A towel was thrown over her face and then she was being grabbed and lifted. She kicked out but her feet were grabbed around the ankles and she felt herself being carried. All she could see through the towel were the ceiling

lights as she was carried under them. Then the noise of the machines died away and she was dumped down in a chair. The towel was pulled away from her face and she looked around. She was in the laundry’s back storeroom. Shelves lined with washing-powder covered one wall, a window looked out over the laundry room. In the room with her were five inmates, one she instantly recognized as Valeria, the other the small blonde girl that was in the boiler room yesterday. On one side of her was the Chechnyan and the other the tall woman with piercing blue eyes. Standing in the corner she saw the beautiful Latina girl, she looked almost as nervous and she felt.

“Hello again,” said Ivana with a wave.

“What are you doing? If you hurt me the other guards will…”

“Relax, we’re not going to hurt you,” said Valeria, “But understand we could. In fact we could more than hurt you and if we did the guards wouldn’t find your body for weeks.”

Rita tried to stand but Roksana and Alina shoved her back down.

“Today is your lucky day!” smiled Ivana and she stepped forward, straddled Rita and sat down on her.

Rita froze as the blonde girl stroked her hair from her face, “Wow, she is definitely the hottest guard we have ever had! I heard you were like some kind of hotshot skier. Maybe you should have become a sports model or something?”

“What do you want? If I am not back in five minutes the other guards will come looking for me!”

“This won’t take five minutes, not if you are a good girl. And all we want you to do is escort our friend here,” Ivana gestured to Maria, “To the secure records room.”

“Inmates are not allowed in there, it is off limits,” replied Rita.

“Inmates technically aren’t allowed to kidnap guards either… or do this…” Ivana reached between Rita’s legs and started to stroke her crotch.

Rita clenched her teeth to stifle a gasp of surprise and pleasure.

“If you help us two good things will happen. The first is your parents will receive a nice package, with a bow and ribbon and inside one-hundred thousand rubles. The second thing is you can pick any of us to give you a good time,” Ivana leaned forward and whispered in Rita’s ear, “And I mean a really good time,” She then licked Rita’s ear before standing back up, “So which one of us do you find the sexiest?” Ivana struck a suggestive pose by sticking her ass out and placing her finger on her lips.

“I…I’m not interested in girls…” stammered Rita, but she found herself glancing at Maria.

“Oh, she likes out spicy Latina!” grinned Ivana, “I won’t lie, I am a little hurt

you don’t want a piece of this ass, but each to their own.”

“Actually,” started Valeria, “The hundred thousand rubles was the gift. Tatiana just made that extra ‘bonus’ up on the spot.”

“Only because I saw how hot she was and thought she would pick me!” sighed Ivana, “But a deal is a deal, one hundred thousand rubles and a side of sexy Latina ass.”

Rita blushed and glanced over at Maria, who looked back confused.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed, Maria doesn’t speak a word of Russian. She has no idea what we are saying,” Ivana turned to Maria, “Do you, sweetie? We are saying we all think you smell of fish.”

Maria looked blankly back and shrugged.

“See, like talking to a sock.”

“I’m not helping you! Not for one-hundred thousand rubles not for one million rubles.”

“Hmm… well I wanted to give the good side. I will leave Valeria to say what happens if you say no. It is a bit like good cop, bad cop,” said Ivana moved

away.

Valeria gestured to Roskana and Alina who grabbed Rita under the arms, lifted her out of the chair and then pushed her face down over the desk.

“Let go of me you bitches!” snapped Rita, the tone of her voice now laced more with fear than anger.

Valeria walked slowly around her until she stood behind Rita and placed both hands on her ass.

“Firm, round but quite small. I imagine you are very tight,” said Valeria as she kneaded the buttocks.

Rita struggled but Roksana and Alina pinned her down and she couldn’t break free. She started to feel a sense of total vulnerability. Valeria reached around her front and undid her belt buckle.

“What are you doing? I will tell the Major! She will fucking kill you all!”

“She’s very dramatic,” laughed Ivana.

Rita heard the heavy belt fall to the floor and then her pants being pulled down. She struggled again but the two women holding her just applied more pressure

until it hurt.

“She has cute little panties too,” grinned Ivana.

Valeria took hold of the elastic waistband and pulled the panties down to around Rita’s ankles. Rita felt her ass being totally exposed and she felt a wave of shame at being so helpless.

“Very nice,” purred Valeria as she started to knead and spread the ass cheeks, “I see a lifetime of skiing has produced a wonderful peach.”

“Just leave me alone…” sobbed Rita, unable to hold back the tears.

“Oh don’t cry, little one,” said Ivana, who sat down on the desk next to her and stroked her hair.

“This is a mighty fine truncheon you have here,” Valeria pulled Rita’s truncheon off the belt and slapped it down into her palm a few times, “Like a big black cock.”

Alina and Roksana laughed while Rita envisioned what was coming next and renewed her fight to break free. Roksana grabbed her arm and twisted it around her back and jarred it upwards.

Rita cried out in pain, “Please…don’t…” and she tried to squeeze her legs together but found Roksana’s and Alina’s feet hooked around her ankles stopping her legs from closing.

The idea of being fucked by the truncheon while being forced by these women sent a hot pulse between her legs. Valeria’s hand gently stroked her ass and the sensation of being totally under their power was like nothing she had ever felt. She couldn’t understand the warming tingling in her pussy as her lips started to swell and spread uncontrollably.

Valeria placed the tip of the truncheon at the top of Rita’s ass crack and then moved it down, spreading her cheeks, “Which hole shall we fuck. That oh so tight little asshole or that juicy pussy?”

“No… don’t…please don’t…”

“It is up to you,” said Valeria, pushing the truncheon further down to the hard tip spreading Rita, increasingly moist lips, “Tell me, do you want this big black cock up your ass or your pussy?”

“I’ll do what you want… just stop,”

“If you don’t choose then I will choose for you,” teased Valeria who now moved the truncheon back up to Rita’s anus and gave it a gentle push.

Rita knew how big the truncheon was, the length and more worryingly the girth.

The idea of it being forced up her, small, tight ass terrified her. And at the same time her pussy was now fully spread and she could feel her arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs. Her sex felt empty and craved to be filled.

“Choose!” demanded Valeria.

“My pussy… my pussy…” sobbed Rita, her humiliation complete.

“You want this big, hard truncheon right the way up your cunt?”

“Yes…” mumbled Rita, now not knowing what she wanted.

Rita felt the hard stick return to her sex and she braced herself. It was bigger by far than any cock she had ever taken and to her shame she found herself sticking her ass out, ready to take it.

“That’s enough!” snapped Maria stepping forward and grabbing the truncheon out of Valeria’s hand, “She gets the point. Let her go!”

“Our Latina is getting all firey, now I am turned on even more,” sighed Ivana.

“Give me back the truncheon,” Valeria said coldly to Maria and held out her hand.

“No. Alina, Roksana let her go!”

Alina did so and got a sharp look from Roksana.

“Alina, hold her down,” Valeria snarled at the Chechnyan.

“I don’t take orders from Russians! Besides, the Latina is right. Our cute little guard understands, don’t you?”

Now the women were speaking English Rita struggled to understand, but she could just about follow the conversation, “I understand. I will do what you want.”

“Give me the fucking truncheon!” snapped Valeria and took a menacing step towards Maria.

Maria brandished the weapon in front of her and kept eye with the large Russian.

“No!”

Valeria reached for the truncheon. Maria was expecting this and instead of trying

to hold on tight to the weapon, she let it go catching Valeria by surprise and knocked her off balance. Maria then threw a punch right into Valeria’s stomach. Valeria gasped as the wind was knocked out of her and buckled over.

Maria stepped back and started to shake as adrenaline flood through her and also fear as to what Valeria was going to do next. Ivana gasped in shock and concern while Roksana released Rita and lunged for Maria. Alina stepped in the way and shoved Roksana back who immediately clenched her hands into fists and got ready to fight.

“Just try it Snow White!” Alina replied with a confident smirk.

Rita pulled up her pants and made a dash for the door. Valeria was just able to recover enough to grab the guard stopping her in her tracks.

“Everyone just stop!” yelled Ivana, banging her hand on the desk.

Valeria shoved Rita back into the center of the room and stood between her and the door.

“Rita, sweetie,” started Ivana, “You are going to take Maria to the records room. We will send your parents the money and then you can have some fun with our Latina. If not… well you will find yourself back here and next time our sexy Latina won’t save you. Oh and instead of finding a nice hot water bottle on your doorstep, you will find your parents’ heads. Ok?”

Rita knew she couldn’t say no. Her parents were good decent people who had no part of this terrible world. There was no way she was going to risk their safety. Besides a hundred thousand rubles would change her parents’ lives. It would wipe out their debts. Debts they only had because of her.

“Ok, but that is it. I take her to the room. She has five minutes and then you never come near me or mention my family again!”

“Good! See everything is sorted and everyone is happy!” smiled Ivana.

Rita made for the door and this time Valeria stepped aside, Maria followed her but as she ed Valeria the Russian threw an arm across her path.

“It was one lucky punch,” said Valeria as she glowered down at Maria, “If you ever try that again…”

Maria felt her legs wobble at Valeria’s intensity and wondered if she had made a terrible mistake.

*****

Rita hurried out of the warm, humid laundry and out into the cold ageway. She felt the immediate chill on her skin but it felt good, refreshing. She slid down the wall and onto her haunches and gave a sob. The door opened and the

Latina stepped out.

“Hey, are you ok?”

Rita’s English was a bit rusty but she could just about manage. She gave a nod.

“I’m sorry about that. But we need to get going.”

“Please speak slowly,” Rita replied.

“I need you to take me to the records room… now,” Maria offered Rita a hand which she reluctantly took.

“Your friends are bad people.”

“Yes. I know. I am really sorry.”

Rita led Maria down the corridor. It was approaching lunchtime which meant most guards would either be in the canteen or having a break of their own. The records room was in the istration block and while there wasn’t much security, there would be no excuse for having a prisoner there if they were caught.

Rita peeked around a corner and saw two guards walking down the corridor towards the exit. She guessed they were going to their shift in one of the watchtowers. She signaled for Maria to follow. They reached a security checkpoint, which unlike so many others in the block, was always locked. She pulled out her key, unlocked the heavy door and pushed it open. She took a deep breath. This was it, beyond here there should be no prisoners and no going back.

“Stay quiet,” Rita whispered.

Maria nodded and noticed Rita’s nerves, “If we get caught I will say I forced you.”

Rita gave a nod to show she understood, but she clearly didn’t look like she was convinced that idea would work.

The next ageway led to the entrance chamber. Maria recalled her first night here, stripped naked and hosed down against the wall. It made her shiver at just the thought of that cold.

Rita edged into the room. The Major’s mug and newspaper were on the counter but the woman herself was nowhere to be seen.

“This way,” Rita hurried behind the counter to a door. Her hands were shaking so much she fumbled to find the right key, “Quick!” she said when she got the door open and hurried through.

The corridor led to the istration block and the décor started to change. Instead of cold, damp bricks, there were now deep wooden s on the walls. And while not warm, it was no longer freezing cold. They went into another well-decorated room with a thick carpet and large wooden desks. They could hear the istrative team chatting in the staff room as they had their lunch. If even one of them walked back to their desks now it would all be other.

“Up here,” whispered Rita and dashed across the room to a flight of stairs.

Maria noticed various portraits hanging on the wall. They were of particularly stern-looking women with brass plaques underneath giving names and dates. Maria guessed they must have been previous wardens.

At the top of the stairs, Rita looked left down a corridor towards the current Warden’s office. The door was closed and the secretary was eating at her desk just in front of the door engrossed in a magazine.

“We go the right, you must be the quiet,” whispered Rita.

“Ok, I will be the quiet,” nodded Maria.

Rita stepped onto the landing and crept to the right. Maria followed. While it was easy for Maria to be quiet in her light plimsolls she was worried when Rita’s heavy boots made a creak as they rounded the corner. They pressed themselves against the wall and breathed fast after holding their breath for the dash. There was no cry of alarm from the secretary and Rita sighed in relief then gestured for Maria to follow.

“It should be ok now. There is no one in this part of the building,” said Rita as they walked along less decorated and more functional corridors until they came to another locked door. Rita unlocked it and looked inside, double-checking that she was right, “Quick. Five minutes. Quick.”

Maria looked around the large storeroom. All the prisoners’ more valuable possessions were stored in cartons with names and dates crudely scribbled on them.

“What are you looking for?” asked Rita standing by the door.

“ports,” replied Maria as she reached a metal cabinet.

“ports? You mean for holiday?...er travel?”

“Something like that.”

Maria opened the cabinet and saw dozens of small boxes. She rummaged through them finding all kinds of documents and junk. Ivana had told her that when prisoners died, or if they had no hope of release, then their stuff was generally stolen by the guards and sold off. But documents such as identification and ports were just kept forever.

“Quick! Need to go!” hissed Rita across the room.

“Not until I have what I need. If you want to help, find a camera.”

“A camera?”

“You know, click, click, take photo.”

“I understand, but why?”

“For the holiday, I want to take holiday snaps.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Just look!”

Rita sighed and started looking through cartons that were lined up on racking. She imagined getting caught, the shame and humiliation for her family. To be sent to prison! Maybe they would just lock her up here! There was movement in the corridor.

“Quick hide!”

Maria closed the cabinet and looked around for somewhere to conceal herself. There was a large wardrobe which she pulled open, it was full of jackets, some fur but all looked expensive. She bundled herself in and was about to close the door when she saw Rita looked around like a rabbit in headlights.

“In here!” Maria called beckoned her over.

Rita hurried in, her leg suddenly aching making her limp and struggle as the sounds of voices reached the door.

Rita managed to stagger into the wardrobe just as the door opened and two women, in neat blouses and skirts, entered.

“The door was unlocked,” one said to the other.

“That is strange.”

Maria gently closed the wardrobe door looked through the crack. She could feel Rita pushed up against her as there was barely enough room for even one of them. Her small breasts were pressed against hers, their crotches touching.

“Well make sure you lock it now,” giggled one of the women as she kicked off her shoes and then pulled down her stockings, “Want to find out what color my panties are today?”

“Mmm… yes please,” gasped the other woman, who locked the door.

The two women embraced and were instantly kissing heavily. Hands were roaming all over their bodies, under blouses and up skirts.

“Oh, Olga you are not wearing any panties! You will get cold!”

“You better warm me up then!”

One woman sat down on a desk, legs spread wide while the other knelt down in front of her, her head disappearing up the other’s skirt. There was an appreciative moan as the cunnilingus started.

Maria felt herself blush and couldn’t stop herself looking at Rita, whose face was only inches away from her own. The Russian looked away embarrassed.

“Oh…oh…yes… Mmm… Yes…. Mmm,” started the moans from the girl being pleasured.

Maria felt her own body start to react. Her nipples harden and she hoped Rita wasn’t able to feel them dig into her own breasts. Below she started getting wet. She recalled the sensations in her pussy that Valeria was able to give her and she couldn’t help but wonder if women were just better suited to licking pussy than men. She squeezed her legs together so she could get a little pressure on her swelling bud. She noticed Rita was also fidgeting too. The girl must have gotten really turned on before, in the laundry and now witnessing this, while being

trapped in a wardrobe surely was having an effect on her. Rita looked up and their eyes met just as they heard more moans of delight.

“Yes, right there, yes. Get your tongue right inside me…Oh baby… yes…”

Rita’s breathing was getting faster and Maria could feel her body tremble slightly against hers. Then their fingers touched. In the cramped wardrobe, being pushed together by several heavy fur coats there was nowhere to go. ‘Maybe she is just nervous?’ Maria thought to herself, ‘After all, if we get caught she is much more trouble than me. She just needs to calm down,’ Maria took Rita’s hand and squeezed it, it was hot and moist. Rita inhaled sharply at the touch and squeezed back.

Rita didn’t know what to do. She was still turned on from the incident at the laundry and now she was here, listening to two women have sex while having her whole body pressed against the Latina’s incredible curves. Her arousal was building again. She tried to think about something else, but all she could think was how Maria’s amazing breasts were pushing against her modest ones. Then Maria took her hand and she took a deep breath. ‘Why is she holding my hand?’ Rita asked herself, ‘Is she just nervous? Fuck she is so close, I can feel her breath on my neck. What am I thinking?! I am straight! I have a boyfriend at home! Oh, who am I kidding? He always liked Tanya and with me out of the picture they are probably already fucking. God, this girl has amazing lips! They are so full!’ then all Rita could think about was what it would be like to feel those lips on hers.

Maria noticed that Rita was just staring at her lips and she instinctively licked them and she immediately felt Rita give another tremble and was sure their bodies pressed even tighter together. Her left foot was starting to ache and she carefully lifted her leg to move it. In so doing their crotches rubbed together and both women had to stifle a gasp.

“Suck my tits! Please, fuck! Suck my nipples!” cried the woman on the table as she pulled open her blouse so fast it threatened to pop her buttons right off. The woman on the floor climbed her partner, pulled the bra down exposing the pert breasts and instantly took a nipple into her mouth. “Oh, suck it! Suck it hard! Fuck they are so hard for you!”

Rita knew her own nipples were just as hard as the woman’s outside, and just like that woman she was desperate for them to be sucked. She imagined Maria’s lips around them, the tongue caressing the bud so it was fully erect. The heat of the mouth, the wet caress of the tongue. Now she not only felt her breasts swell she felt her pussy spread open wide and her clit touch directly onto the soft fabric of her cotton panties. Maria moved again and again their crotches pushed together. She could feel her arousal started to soak her panties and the wet cotton felt so good on her swollen clit.

“Get your finger’s in my pussy, now! Fucking right now!” gasped the woman sucking wantonly at the breasts. The two women hastily shoved their hands up each other’s skirts and there was a synchronized moan as each found their targets. The desk started rocking as each woman drove their fingers in and out of each other, their mouths locking and unlocking as their tongues battled.

Maria just wanted Rita’s hand in her panties, to give relief to the desperate need for her clit to be touched and caressed. She squeezed Rita’s hand tighter and the two women looked at each other straight in the eye their breathing speeding up. Maria moved her hips and in so doing rubbed against Rita’s crotch. Rita bit her lower lip and responded by grinding herself back against Maria. Their head seemed to magnetically be drawn together, their lips drawn towards each other. Maria could feel the pounding of Rita’s heart, feel the breath against her face, their eyes darted up to look each other in the eyes one last time before closing.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Yes!,” cried one woman.

“Mmm… you’ve got me! Right there…oh…oh… Mmmm….” Gasped the other and then they both hugged each other, laughed and kissed.

“Come on you better get back to your desk before the Warden notices you’re gone,” one said urgently as they both readjusted their clothes.

“Will I see you tonight?”

“Maybe… there are a lot of other girls here, I might be fucking one of them,” teased the other woman.

“Perhaps I could in?” the woman giggled.

“Mmm… you are so naughty!”

The door closed and Maria looked through the gap to make sure they were both gone. Rita looked at her, eyes full of confusion. Both girls waited to see what the other did, to see if they made a move.

“Come on,” Maria said at last, “I think they have gone.”

Maria stepped out of the wardrobe and listened. All was quiet. Neither one of them looked the other in the eye.

Maria pulled open drawer after drawer until she found what she was looking for, a bundle of ports. She glanced through them. They were mostly Russian but there were also a few Latvian, Estonian, Lithuanian and Ukrainian. She pocketed them all. Something silver glinted underneath an envelope, she pushed the paper aside and saw a gun, the handle was embellished with a mother of pearl finish. Her hand rested on it for a second, then she covered it back up and closed the drawer.

“Any luck with a camera?” she asked as she turned around.

Rita just shook her head, “We have to go, now! If they come back from lunch we won’t be able to get out.”

Maria sighed and nodded in agreement, “Ok.”

They stood in the doorway and peered out into the corridor. All was quiet. As they looked around Rita felt Maria’s body push against her and her heart skipped again and she took a sharp breath. Maria must have felt it also and they exchanged looks and both blushed.

“Let’s go,” said Rita, dragging her eyes away from Maria’s.

They hurried back along the corridor, down the stairs and while the secretary

finished reapplying her smudged makeup in a pocket mirror, they stole down to the ground floor, across the office space and back into the corridor leading to the cell block.

*****

“Look whose back!” said Ivana standing up from her armchair as Maria entered the boiler room, “We were taking bets on whether you would get caught or not. I am glad you didn’t, now Roksana has to give me a special treat tonight.”

“Did you get what you need?” asked Valeria.

“Got some ports but not the camera,” replied Maria.

“Ok, so what does that mean?”

“Well, as we can’t take new photos we will just have to find ports with images as close to what we look like as possible and hope the border control don’t look too closely. Also, a lot of these ports are old and expired, so I will need to change the expiring dates as well as the date of birth’s to be a better match.”

“How long will that take?” asked Alina, worry seeping through into her normally cocky tone.

“Maybe a week,” I am not exactly working with the best equipment.

“Then you better get started,” said Valeria, “off you go.”

“Erm… is someone coming with me?”

“Why?” asked Valeria, “Are you afraid of the dark?”

Maria glanced at Roksana, who returned a knowing look, “Fine, I will come with you. But you had better make it worth my while.”

Maria and Roksana went to the door that went down to the dungeon and descended into the tunnels. Maria felt the seeping darkness emanate from the cold brick walls with every step and spoke just to dispel the silence.

“Why did you agree to come with me?”

“To make sure I got a good port,” Roskana replied flatly.

“Sure,” scoffed Maria, “But thank you, anyway.”

They stepped into the dungeon and immediately Maria’s eyes darted to all the dark corners, fearing someone or something was looking back. But there was nothing. Just the darkness. She sat at her desk and started flicking through the ports tossing aside any that had a photo of a woman the wrong age or simply looked nothing like any of the group.

“Here you are,” said Maria holding a port out to Roksana, “Dark hair, blue eyes, maybe a year or two older than you but it should do.”

Roksana examined it, “She is not as beautiful as me and her eyes are not as blue.”

“We don’t have that many options. Border control just checks if the person is a similar age to the photo, same color eyes and size of the mouth, like fullness of lips. If those all match then, unless they have a reason to be extra cautious, they will just wave you through.”

“It’s an Estonian port.”

“Even better as we are going into Estonia.”

“Estonians hate Russians,” snorted Roksana, “Now as much as ever.”

“How come?” asked Maria flicking through the rest of the ports.

“They just got independence from us a couple of years ago. We are not very popular there.”

“Do they speak Russian?”

“Sure.”

“Then you will be fine. I, on the other hand, don’t and since the only port of a girl that looks anything like me is Ukrainian they may find it strange I can’t speak the language.”

Maria continued to pick out the best ports while Roksana observed her carefully. Maria wasn’t sure what was more distracting, Roksana’s constant attention or the sense of being watched from the corner behind her. More than once she glanced over her shoulder and nervously tried to pierce the dark with her gaze. But the darkness remained impenetrable, almost solid. Every now and then there was a noise, a slight scrape and rustle of paper and drop of water but every time she looked to find the source there was nothing, just cartons and piles of old files. It didn’t help when she gave Roksana a sideways glance and saw she was also staring into the corner as if trying to see what was there.

Roksana noticed Maria’s nervous look, “It’s just rats.”

“Do you believe that?”

“Ok, maybe the wind?” shrugged Roksana

“There is no wind down here. This place is just fucked. Can’t we do this somewhere else?”

“The guards might not care too much what we do, but forging ports may be crossing a line,” Rokana reached forward and ran her hand through Maria’s thick hair, “Don’t worry, I won’t let any ghosts or ghouls take you away.”

Maria moved her head to shake off Roksana.

“Of course if you prefer I wasn’t here, I could leave you alone,” grinned Roksana mischievously, “I am sure after a week down here, by yourself, you would get used to it.”

The idea of spending even a minute down here by herself sent a chill straight down Maria’s spine. Roksana reached out again and stroked Maria’s hair. This time Maria didn’t move away.

“You really are beautiful,” said Roksana, “Especially those lips,” she moved her hand and ran a finger down Maria’s cheek and down over her lips.

“Thank you,” mumbled Maria.

“I think if I am going to spend time down here with you, then you have to make it worth my while. Don’t you?”

Maria’s heart began to speed up knowing exactly what Roksana was alluding to.

“I…I need to concentrate,” replied Maria.

Roksana then ran a finger down between Maria’s full breasts and down her stomach and then down towards her crotch. Maria clamped her legs together quickly stopping the finger from reaching its destination.

“I… I don’t think Ivana or Valeria would appreciate you distracting me while I work,” snapped Maria, trying to sound forceful.

“Probably not. I am sure if you complained they would tell me to leave you alone. All alone…down here,” whispered Roksana into Maria’s ear as her lips moved closer, “Now open your legs like a good girl.”

Maria didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t exactly a situation she could fight her way out of. Images of the tortured face leering at her from the corner replayed in her mind. She couldn’t be alone down here. She opened her legs. Roksana’s hand moved onto her crotch and started to rub her pussy through her sweatpants. Meanwhile, Roksana’s lips started to kiss her cheek.

“You are going to do exactly what I say, aren’t you?” whispered Roksana, “Even though you hate me, even though I rape your friend every morning and every night, you are still going to do what I say.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I can. Because I want to. Because I love the feeling of being in control. Because you make me wet,” purred Roksana, “Do I make you wet? Let me see.”

Roksana slipped her hand into Maria’s sweatpants and then tantalizingly slowly down. Maria felt fingers run over her sex, between her lips and knew her body was starting to react. Roksana then started to run little circles over the top of her labia and applying pressure onto her clit. Maria couldn’t stop a deep breath in time. With every touch, the fingers moved over her vulva with greater ease as her juices started to flow. Under her top, her breasts started to feel full and her nipples tingled. She couldn’t stop herself, her body had a mind of its own.

“Our Latina likes her clit stroked by other girls now. She is being turned,” teased Roksana.

“Ok, you’ve had your fun now, I have to get back to work,” replied Maria, focusing on not letting the increasing pleasure show in her voice.

“Lift your top up. I want to see your titties.”

Maria’s nipples went from tingling to hard but at the same time she felt the room close in on them. The shadow deepened and stretched out towards them. The pool of light around them was starting to shrink.

“Not here…” gasped Maria.

“My sexy senorita is nervous.”

“Let’s go. I want to go now!”

The urgency in Maria’s voice snapped Roksana from her amusements and she looked around. She could sense something. A presence. They were not alone.

“Whose there?” snarled Roksana at the shadows.

At first there was silence, and then a whisper. The voice was barely audible like a distant cry carried on the wind. Then there was another voice and another. The whispers talked over each other, wordless yet full of emotion.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Maria leaped to her feet, grabbed Roksana’s hand from her pants and ran for the door.

Roksana didn’t resist and they burst through the heavy door and barreled down the tunnels as the feeble lights began to flicker. Roksana looked behind to see a figure in the dark, its blackness deeper than the shadows that swarmed around him. The whispers echoed down the corridor as they ran getting louder and louder, more wretched and more hateful like a chorus of a hundred voices being torn from ragged throats.

Maria reached the steps and powered up them. Roksana stubbled and slipped on

the slick damp steps, nearly pulling Maria off balance and sending them tumbling back down, back towards the gestalt of shadows. But Maria managed to pull Roksana forward, strengthen by fear and adrenaline. Together they reached the top of the stairs and threw themselves against the door which burst open. Sprawling on the floor they rolled onto their backs and slammed the door closed with their feet.

They lay there panting, side by side, feet firmly pressing on the door until the sense of oppression and terror subsided.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Roksana pulling herself to her feet and offering a hand to Maria.

Maria nodded and took the hand, “What, what was that?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know,” Roksana shivered. She felt cold. Not the usual constant chill but a deeper cold inside her as if ice was flowing through her veins, “Let’s go to the laundry and warm up.”

“What do we tell Valeria?” asked Maria as she pressed herself against a tumble dryer and felt the heat flow through her, thawing out her bones.

“Just say the power keeps going out down there and you need to move somewhere else to work,” replied Roksana rubbing her legs to warm them up.

“The ports and equipment is still down there.”

“Guess you will have to go and get them,” laughed Roksana.

Maria imagined having to go back down those steps, back along that tunnel and into the dungeon. She tensed and squeezed Roksana’s hand, which she hadn’t even realized she was still holding.

“We will get all the girls and go down as a group. We will be fine. Right, I need to get you down to Rita’s cabin so you can fulfill the rest of our deal.”

“You’re not serious?”

Roksana shrugged, “That was the deal. Money and pussy. Besides, did you see how hot that guard was? I am tempted to drag her off to a dark corner and have my way with her myself.”

“I thought you would have had enough of dark corners.”

Roksana laughed, “True… Also their cabins are a lot warmer than your cell, and outside these fucking walls. You should be happy. You will get hot tea, a hot bed and a hot girl to fuck.”

Maria recalled the moment she had with Rita in the wardrobe, the attraction she

had felt for the young guard. The arousal. The thoughts confused her, did she want to have sex with her?

“What if refuse?”

“Valeria already is angry with you for that stunt you pulled earlier. Punching her when she was having fun wasn’t the smartest move. If I were you I would just take one for the team.”

*****

Roksana led Maria through to one of the few security checkpoints that actually had a guard stationed there. They exchanged a few words in Russian and the guard looked Maria up and down with a vulgar grin. The guard gave them a thick plastic lanyard that Roksana hung around Maria’s neck.

“It lets the guard on the gate you’re being whored out to one of their colleagues,” smirked Roksana, “Like a cheap Moscow hooker.”

Maria blushed in shame.

“Of course you can just refuse and tell Valeria you aren’t doing it. I would love to see your curvy ass with Valeria’s fist right up it. Personally, if I was given a choice of hot sex with that cute guard or being ass raped by Valeria I would

choose the cute guard.”

Roksana took her to the last checkpoint and the security guard let Maria through with a knowing nod and grin and picked up a walkie-talkie to let the guards on the gate she was coming. Outside the snow was falling even heavier than usual and the moon was completely hidden behind the dense clouds. She shivered and pulled the coat around her as she walked towards the large gates. The snow was so deep now that her thin plimsolls sunk right into it and freezing dampness flowed into her shoes chilling her toes until they were numb. The guard shone a powerful torch down at her from the tower and saw the lanyard. The gate opened and Maria walked through. As nervous as she was it was still a relief to step outside the prison. It was like a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders, a weight that she didn’t realize was there until it was gone. A guard met her outside and grunted and pointed down a path. Maria carefully descended, the salted track was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the snow. She could see the lights of a few dozen stone cabins that acted as the accommodation for the guards and the istrative staff. If the situation had been different they would have looked homely, like something she had seen d at posh ski resorts.

The guard gave her a shove towards one of the cabins, “Arms up!”

Maria obeyed and the guards patted her down searching for anything that she might have been concealing on her person. The guard took plenty of liberties and cupped her crotch and squeezed her ass before fondling her breasts. Then with a satisfied nod pushed her towards the door. Maria opened it and stepped inside. The log burner had almost died but still was giving off a little heat. And while basic compared to her cell this was luxury.

“Hands!”

Maria held out her hand and the guard grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the bed, with an obviously familiar move the guard handcuffed Maria to the metal headboard.

“Wait!”

The guard left leaving Maria alone. She sat there taking in the surroundings and then what might happen when Rita returned. The thought of Rita’s hands on her body made her nipples harden. Her lips kissing her… and not just on her mouth… ‘Fuck! What have I gotten myself into?’ she asked herself. From where she was sitting she was able to reach over, open the burner and throw a couple of logs on the fire. Soon the ignited and bright hot flames burst into life. It was good to feel warm. She kicked her plimsolls off and held her feet next to the fire and slowly feeling returned to her cold wet feet.

*****

Rita couldn’t understand the grins and smirks of the guards as she finished her shift.

“After last night you deserve it!” said one.

“Hope she makes you feel better,” said the guard on the main gate as she let Rita through.

Something strange was happening. She just wanted to get back to her cabin and forget this day even happened. As long as Tatiana was good to her word then her parents would get the money in the next few days and even if she hadn’t earned it the right way, at least she would have paid off their debts. ‘That’s the most important thing, isn’t it?’ she asked herself as she made the last few steps to her cabin door. She kicked the snow off her boots and stepped inside.

The first thing she noticed as she pulled off her fur hat was the warmth. Usually, when she returned after a long shift the fire had all but burnt out and it took a good while to get the cabin warmed up again. But tonight the cabin was already very cozy and warm. And then she noticed the woman on her bed.

“What the fuck!” she squealed and would have fallen over if she hadn’t crashed back against the door. Her hands fumbled for her truncheon and she brandished it before her, her heart having skipped at least five beats now pounding to make up for it.

“Hi,” said Maria.

“What…what the fuck are you doing here? How did you even get here?”

“ the second part of Ivana’s…. Tatiana’s deal. You got the money and… me…”

“I thought she was joking… she just seemed…”

“Odd? Crazy?” suggested Maria.

“I don’t know these words… but maybe yes. What… what am I even meant to do with you?” Rita asked nervously.

Maria blushed and looked to the floor, “Anything you want…” she pulled against the bedhead to show that she was handcuffed.

“They chained you to my bed?” gasped Rita and pulled out a key from her pocket and tried to unlock the handcuffs, “Sorry… my key doesn’t work.”

“Then it looks like I am staying here tonight,” said Maria and felt a pulse between her legs at the thought of being bound and at the mercy of this beauty.

The wind picked up and they heard it howl as it rushed down from the mountain peaks and down between the cabins. Rita was glad she wasn’t alone. As soon as the sun had set she had felt uneasy and was desperate to get out of the prison, and hadn’t liked the idea of spending the night alone.

“Tea?” asked Rita.

Maria nodded and smiled, it was a smile that had Rita’s gaze lingering on Maria’s lips a little longer than she had intended. Maria noticed and found herself also looking down at Rita’s mouth. Rita looked away and quickly put the kettle onto the burner. She found herself inadvertently rubbing her bad knee, massaging warmth back into her t.

“Did you hurt your leg?”

“No… yes… a while ago. It doesn’t like the cold… or this place.”

“Then you choose a bad place to come and work.”

“It is not easy to find jobs anymore… not since the fall of the Union. My parents’ generation never had to worry about such things. The government used to give them everything. Now it is everyone for themselves.”

“Reminds me of home.”

“America, right?”

“Yeah…” sighed Maria

“How long are you here for? If you don’t mind me asking…”

“Twenty-five years…”

“Twenty-five years! Are you a murderer?” asked Rita pulling away.

“No… I have never killed anyone. Who knows maybe they will let me go in a couple of weeks for good behavior.”

“I don’t understand… they won’t let you go in a couple of weeks…”

“It was a joke,” grinned Maria.

“I see…” replied Rita – she clearly didn’t.

It was getting hot and it was now uncomfortable wearing her heavy jacket so she took it off. She felt very self-conscious undressing in front of this stranger, even if it was just a coat, the proximity and intimacy of sitting on a bed together made it feel awkward.

“You can change out of your work clothes. I don’t mind,” said Maria.

“Hmm… ok, I will change,” she stood up and took her casual clothes, as she was about to step into the bathroom she turned, “I will just be a moment.”

“I promise not to go anywhere,” replied Maria rattling the chains of her handcuffs.

“Ah… another joke…” smiled Rita.

Rita vanished into the bathroom for a minute and returned wearing sporty sweat pants and a sports vest. Maria couldn’t help but ire the toned body that pressed against the tight fabric.

“Looks like you are going to the gym.”

“I used to do a lot of sport… not anymore but almost all my clothes are sportswear. Silly right?”

“Why don’t you do sport anymore,” asked Maria and then she ed Rita’s sore knee, “Sorry… it’s your leg, isn’t it? What happened”

“Just bad luck… skiing and slipped down a steep slope. The ski caught between two trees and didn’t release.”

“Is it very serious? Will you be able to ski again?”

“No… never…” replied Rita quietly, the kettle whistled and she poured the tea.

They sat on the bed sipping from chipped pewter mugs in silence, just listening to the wind.

“Why did you want the ports?” asked Rita at last.

“Tatiana and Valeria… have a scheme going… just them wanting something to make money with,” replied Maria hastily.

“Thank you for earlier, in the laundry… That was very shameful,” Rita whispered.

The thought of Rita bent over, her vulnerable ass in the air sent another pulse of heat between Maria’s legs.

“Perhaps you don’t me, but you saved me in the yard a little while ago.”

“Oh, I you,” replied Rita quickly, maybe too quickly.

“Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of… you have a beautiful ass,” Maria said with a grin, surprising herself with the flirtatious comment.

Rita looked up from her mug to check she had understood correctly, then blushed, “Lot’s of exercise.”

Maria didn’t think she just acted, she placed her mug down on the bedside table and reached out and took Rita’s hand and gave it a squeeze. Rita squeezed back.

“Can I tell you something?” asked Maria.

Rita nodded.

“Earlier, when we were trapped in the wardrobe… I… I liked feeling your body against me. And I think you liked it too.”

“I… I am straight… I have boy back home…” replied Rita, not daring to look at Maria when she spoke and just stared into the fire.

“I thought I was straight too. Literally my whole life I have never even given a single thought to being with a girl. Until I came here. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life without human .

Maria reached out and took the mug out of Rita’s hand then ran her fingers through her blonde hair and pulled down her hairband. Rita shook her head allowing her hair to fall down to her shoulders. She looked so beautiful… so nervous.

“Do you want this?” asked Maria, stroking Rita’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“I…I don’t know.”

Maria knew what she wanted. She didn’t care about labels of straight or gay, she just wanted to feel loved. After the dungeon she needed warmth and tenderness and she wanted this young guard to give it to her. With her free hand she pulled her sweatshirt up and over her head revealing her full round breasts that were now aching to be touched… kissed.

Rita couldn’t help but look, her eyes fixed on the dark areolas and the large nipples that stood erect from them. The Latina looked incredible, alluring and sexy… but what made her irresistible was she was also so vulnerable having been bound to the bed.

“I’ve never done this before…” splutter Rita, her eyes unable to move away from Maria’s breasts.

“Me neither… well not properly…” Maria replied and she pulled down her sweatpants and tossed them on the floor then spread her legs so Rita could see all of her. She knew her flower was fully open and no doubt her arousal was glistening in the firelight. She saw the guard visibly shake, doubt and confusion in her eyes, not only about what to do but also about crossing a line she had never crossed before.

“Can I touch you?” she asked meekly.

“Of course, anywhere and everywhere you want.”

With a deep breath and a trembling hand Rita reached out and tentatively cupped Maria’s right breast.

Maria could feel how nervous Rita was, “You can touch harder, I won’t break,” smiled Maria.

Rita then began to knead the breasts sending waves of pleasure through Maria’s upper body and she purred softly.

“Do you like?” asked Maria.

Rita just nodded.

“Come closer, you are so far away,” said Maria and reached out with her legs and hooked them around Rita and pulled her in, “Do you want to kiss them?”

Again the guard nodded, her pupils almost black as they dilated in the low light and intense sexual arousal. She leaned forward, her eyes darted up and met Maria’s. Maria opened her mouth and licked her lips, and Rita leaned into Maria’s chest that was now rising and falling with every pant of anticipation. Rita took Maria’s left nipple into her mouth and felt the hard nub on her tongue and licked at it. With her other hand she cupped Maria’s right breast and began to knead.

Maria leaned back, closed her eyes and took in the sensation, the heat around her nipple while the rough tongue tantalized it with every lick. Her breasts were

feeling so full and sensitive that every gentle squeeze Rita made with her hand was divine.

“That feels so nice…”

Encouraged Rita moved to the other nipple and licked harder. This time Maria felt a hint of teeth and the of hard enamel combining with the hot tongue made her gasp. But she wanted more, she needed more. Her pussy was throbbing and so sensitive. She knew her clit was now fully hardened and out of its hood, demanding attention.

“Take your clothes off,” panted Maria, “I want to see you… all of you!”

Rita leaned back. Maria could still see the nerves in the young woman’s eyes.

“You see my pussy,” asked Maria and Rita’s eyes immediately looked down to her sodden flower, “Is your pussy that wet too?”

Rita squirmed on the mattress, driving her ass onto the sheets and blushed. Even in the ruddy light of the fire, the Russian’s pale skin went an even darker shade of crimson.

“I…I…I’m sorry… Just am so nervous…”

“Here let me,” said Maria softly and reached out with her free hand and started to unbutton Rita’s thick uniform shirt. One by one the buttons popped and Rita just sat there, helpless watching the naked woman unclothe her. When all the buttons were undone Rita let the shirt fall from her shoulders.

Maria looked at Rita’s chest, a tight sports bra lifted her modest breasts nicely and she could see her nipples straining at the thin fabric.

“Go on,” whispered Maria.

Rita took a deep breath and slowly lifted the bra up and over her head. Instinctively she covered her small pert breasts with her arms then let them drop to the side to let Maria see.

“Wow, you are so lovely… and toned… and those cute breasts are so firm… you are so sexy.”

“Thank you,” muttered Rita in reply, still blushing.

“Don’t stop there, I said I want to see all of you,” grinned Maria.

“Hmm… ok…”

Rita unbuckled her belt and slowly, and carefully pulled down her pants

straightening out her bad knee as she did no. Maria watched as slim, long, toned legs were revealed. On her bad knee there was a thick band which Rita was clearly very self-conscious of. Maria ran her hand up and down Rita’s good leg, gentle tracing fingers along the inside of the thigh toward her white, lycra sports panties. The fabric was so thin and tight that Maria could see a clear damp patch that made the material even more transparent. Her pink pussy lips were clearly visible and Rita crossed her legs when she realized that Maria was looking.

“Let me see,” whispered Maria, “You look very wet.”

Rita opened her legs again and Maria ran her finger over the panties along the slit. Rita was caught by surprise and she gasped and her hips lifted off the mattress momentarily.

“Take them off…” said Maria with a breathy gasp.

Rita took hold of her panties’ waistband and pulled them down, over her knees, over her ankles and onto the floor. She looked up at Maria fearfully.

Maria saw the bright pink pussy glisten with arousal. The labia was very small and neat but were still engorged and swollen to reveal her bud. The two naked women looked at each other, both unsure of what to do next.

“Kiss me,” said Maria at last.

Rita crawled up the bed on all fours and up and over Maria, who lay flat down on the bed. Rita held herself up above the naked Latina on her outstretched arms. She could see Maria’s breasts heaving under the rapid breaths of anticipation, her large deep brown eyes, her full ruby red lips that she was about to kiss. She could resist any more. She lowered herself and felt the intense heat of Maria’s skin on hers, Maria’s breasts pushing into hers. In an instant their mouths locked. Rita had expected she would kiss slowly at first, mouth closed, but her body had other ideas. Her mouth opened wide and locked over Maria’s lips and her tongue sprang out.

Maria felt the hungry tongue force its way into her mouth with a ion that was incongruous to the nervous young woman. Rita was now lost to her lust and Maria, in her vulnerable position, accepted the guard’s desperate hunger. Their mouths opened and closed and Rita gripped Maria’s thick hair and held her head in place as she continued her attack, changing the angle of the kiss from right to left and back again. Soon their spit covered each other’s lips and ran down their chins enhancing the ease of the two faces gliding against each other. Maria swirled up an extra amount of salvia in her mouth and Rita’s tongue lapped at it creating a hot wet noise of total desire.

Maria reached down with her free hand and grabbed Rita’s small, but muscular ass, and squeezed a buttock. Rita clenched in response and Maria was able to feel the amazing strength in the skier's ass, so firm and strong it was hard to squeeze. Her hand released and she traced a finger down Rita’s crack until she felt the dimple that was the anus. Even through the kiss Rita gasped as her hole was feathered deliciously.

“Do it,” she panted into Maria’s ear.

Maria reached further down to Rita’s soaked sex and used her juices to lubricate her fingers then circled Rita’s tight hole a few more times. With a gentle push she pressed against Rita’s anus, searching for a way in until the tip of her finger

slipped inside. Rita held onto Maria tightly as the finger penetrated her right up to the knuckle. Even something as small as a finger felt delightful inside her asshole, it also felt wrong and so right at the same time. The finger started to circle inside her and she groaned helplessly. Her legs spread and this allowed Maria to not only drive the top of her thigh onto Rita’s clit but also her own nub onto Rita’s thigh. Using her hand, and finger in Rita’s ass, Maria pulled the young woman onto her and in so doing drove her clit hard against Rita’s leg.

The first touch sent fireworks up through Maria’s clit and deep into her vagina. She started to hump and grind against Rita who responded and copied the motion. Rita’s tongue now went into overdrive and lashed and thrashed inside Maria’s mouth with a strength that dominated the Latina. Maria felt the Russian cup one of her breasts again and this time there was no insecurity or shyness. The grip around her breast was strong and squeezed her breasts with heated desire. Maria pushed her thigh up and even harder into Rita’s pussy and the sensation became too much for the young woman. Rita broke off the kiss so she could just concentrate on grinding her cunt down onto Maria’s smooth thigh. Their faces were just inches apart, both panting heavily as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. Rita squeezed Maria’s nipples eliciting a gasp of pain and pleasure.

“I’m going to come…you’re going to make me come!” moaned Rita breathlessly.

Maria fucked the tight ass even faster feeling the ring contract around her finger. Rita purred, grabbed the iron bed head with both hands and rode Maria’s thigh with all the strength she had. Her small, firm titties now swayed just above Maria’s face with every thrust. Maria craned her neck up and took one of the small buds into her mouth, sucked it all the way in and licked for everything she was worth.

“Oh God! Da…da…da…da… Please…Oh…” Rita grabbed Maria’s chin and

slammed her head back down onto the pillow, “Look at me as you make me come! Oh…oh…” Rita hit her orgasm hard but managed to keep her eyes open as Maria looked up at her beautiful face and held onto her tight. Rita’s kept rubbing sensing another climax was there to be had, “I…I… going to come again…Da…oh..Da…” and she spasmed again before flopping down onto Maria, resting her head on the Latina’s breasts, gasping for breath. She lay there panting their sweat mingling while Maria stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

“Ok, now I make you come,” grinned Rita and slid down Maria’s body.

Maria’s pussy was already on the edge and then she looked down as Rita took her place between her legs. She spread herself wide for her and watched as the beautiful blonde opened her mouth and extended her tongue. They kept constant eye as Rita run her tongue the full length of Maria’s pussy and lingered over the exposed clit.

“Oh…Rita…yes…” she gasped and cupped both her breasts as she watched Rita get to work. Perhaps she wasn’t as skillful as Valeria, but the tenderness and connection Maria felt for this gorgeous young woman made the experience just as exquisite. The tongue lapped at her clit first with up and down strokes and then with circles. But she was already so sensitive it really didn’t matter, as long as her nub was being touched she was going to come.

“Right there…just lick my clit…I am going to come…”

Rita then slipped two fingers which glided easily into her pussy and rubbed hard against her top wall. The change from tongue to fingers caught Maria by surprise and her ass lifted off the mattress and pushed hard against Rita’s hand.

“Oh Rita… that feels so good… but please my clit too… please…”

Rita obliged and took her clit into her mouth and ran the flat of her tongue against it in a series of slow but firm motions that mirror the pace and power of her fingers.

Maria’s eyes opened wide and her breaths became sharp and ragged, “Oh Rita, that is perfect… just like that, make me come on your face… oh please…”

With every lick and every thrust of Rita’s fingers Maria felt her orgasm build until she couldn’t take the pressure anymore. With her free hand she gripped the bedsheets and braced her body for what she knew was going to be a devasting climax. Then it hit. She squeezed her legs together around Rita’s head, clamping it in place as her convulsion drove her clit even harder against Rita’s mouth and face. Her eyes locked onto Rita’s as she came harder than she could ever . Then another orgasm hit and her back arched off the mattress and her legs released Rita and straightened out. Then she collapsed into a warm hazy delirium. She felt Rita climbed back up her body and then her lips were again on hers. This time she could taste her own cum on Rita’s mouth, tongue and even chin as the kiss intensified.

“I want to make love to you every night for the next twenty-five years,” whispered Rita into Maria’s ear between kisses.

And for the first time, the idea of spending the next two decades here didn’t seem so bad to Maria.

Chapter Ten – Valeria Drozdov

Valeria stood rooted to the spot, the AK-47 was pointed directly at her. The girl, holding the gun, was lost to anger and her whole body was shaking with rage while her eyes burned with hatred.

“Ivana put the gun down. Sweetie, please!” shouted Valeria, trying to stay calm.

*****

“Come on, Valeria! To the Ferris wheel!” shouted Ivana as she dodged and weaved through the crowds of people.

“Wait. I’ve got the cotton candy …” sighed Valeria. She knew she looked ridiculous. In each hand she was holding a stick covered in clouds of pink candy, under one arm she was carrying a huge teddy bear which she had won at the ‘Wild West Shooting Binanzar’ for Ivana, and as punishment was being forced to carry it.

“Hurry up!” came Ivana’s cry.

Valeria went as fast as she was able. The perfect sunny day had brought out

hundreds of people to the funfair, all of which seemed determined to block her path to the Ferris wheel.

“We’ve got to start now!” grumbled the wheel’s owner as Ivana stubbornly stood next to one of the carriages.

“Just wait a moment!”

“No! You little brat! Either get on or get away from the carriage. Now!”

“Just a little longer, she’s coming!”

The man clenched his fists in annoyance and weighed up the option of grabbing the young lady and dragging her away from his ride.

“You are holding everyone up!” he snarled.

“Here she is!” beamed Ivana as Valeria climbed up the metal steps and towards the carriage.

“Hey! You can’t take the stuffed toy on the ride! The carriage is not big enough!” snapped the ride owner.

“The question is are you big enough to take it off me?” replied Valeria fixing the man with an icy stare.

The man balked and took a step back at the powerful woman, covered in tattoos depicting enough military insignia to make him question his chances.

Valeria climbed into the carriage next to Ivana and handed her the cotton candy.

“You’re so badass!” grinned Ivana.

“Yes I am,” Valeria nodded back seriously then broke into a laugh.

The ride started and they were lifted into the air. They looked down over the funfair that was teeming with families, their laughter and joy wafting up to them on the gentle cooling breeze. As they got higher they could see the Black Sea stretching out into the distance, the nearest shore was lined with sands and on this beach sunbathers basked in the sun.

Valeria looked over at Ivana, who was smiling happily, the wind playing with her platinum blonde hair. Ivana caught her looking at her and the girl’s smile broadened. Valeria felt her heart beat a little faster and she knew for certain what she had suspected for some time. She was completely in love with this delightfully, crazy, challenging young woman.

“What?” grinned Ivana.

“Nothing, iring your hair. You are going to look so pretty at your party next week.”

Ivana threw her head back in a purposefully dramatic motion and her hair was tossed to one side. She then pouted her lips and Valeria was overcome with a desire to lean forward and just kiss her.

“I look like Madonna, right? Maybe I could become the Russian version. I can’t sing… but I can strike a pose,” Ivana doubled her pout to the point of absurdity making Valeria laugh.

“Look over there!” gasped Ivana and she grabbed Valeria’s hand tightly and pointed to a gleaming white yacht cutting through the sky blue waters, “That’s daddy’s new boat, I think.”

“It could be,” replied Valeria not even looking, all her attention was fixed on the hand gripping her own and gently squeezed it back.

“Blah! I hope that isn’t Bogdan with him. I swear he is trying to marry me off just to get rid of me. I’m far too young for love, marriage and all that rubbish!”

The Ferris wheel hit its zenith and started to slowly descend.

“You will be twenty-one. You will have to be thinking of love, marriage and all

that rubbish sooner or later.”

“Nah, it’s not for me. I’m like you! You don’t need a man, nor do I. It must be so easy being a lesbian. I am so jealous of you sometimes.”

“You don’t see yourself with a man…ever?” asked Valeria, trying to sound casual.

“I don’t know… maybe… I guess… I just want to wait. So many of my friends are just boy crazy all the time. Boys, boys, boys, that is all they ever talk about. I want to wait. Find the right person. Valeria…” Ivana fidgeted slightly.

“Yes?”

“Kind of embarrassing. But I am still a virgin…”

“Why is that embarrassing?” Valeria found herself squeezing Ivana’s hand a little tighter.

“All my friends have done it. Like a lot! I mean Svetlana has basically slept with every boy in Moscow!”

“Svetlana is a bit of a…”

“Slut?”

“Character,” grinned Valeria.

“I just always wanted my first time to be special. Like really special. There was this boy at school, so like three years ago and something almost happened. But then it didn’t and I was so relieved. Actually, it was just about when you started working for my father! Wow, three years Valeria! You are like that big sister I always wanted!”

Those words cut straight through Valeria and she winced but quickly recovered, “You do know you have a sister?”

“Oh yeah… she’s alright actually. But not as badass as you!”

“Thanks.”

“But I want my first time to be with someone I love with all my heart. Like, die for love. With candles and soft music, maybe under the full moon too… perhaps on the beach… no… too much sand. But somewhere special with the most perfect person in the world. Am I like really old-fashioned? Should I have been born in a Leo Tolstoy novel? Is that really sad?”

Valeria couldn’t help but smile at the sweet girl, “No, it makes you special. I

hope your first time is just as you imagine. You deserve it.”

“How come I never see any of your girlfriends?” asked Ivana as the Ferris wheel reached its nadir and started to rise back up again.

“I like to keep my work and personal life separate,” shrugged Valeria.

“I always imagine you like big, strong muscular girls. Tough, like you. Biker chicks, maybe,” laughed Ivana.

“You think because I am a badass I only would like other badass girls?”

“Hmm… don’t you? Do you prefer sweet innocent girls with pigtails who always dress cute? Dainty little ballerinas, maybe?” teased Ivana.

Valeria let go of Ivana’s hand and looked away blushing.

“Maybe you are lesbian for me?” giggled Ivana.

“Ivana, I am your bodyguard please be professional.”

“Ok… sure… I will be professional,” Ivana sat in silence for all of five seconds before knocking Valeria’s arms and shoving her cotton candy into her face,

“Valeria! You have pink sugar all over your nose! Please Valeria, be professional, you look so silly!”

“You are a very annoying brat sometimes!” snapped Valeria, trying to wipe the sticky sugar off her nose.

“Am I?” grinned Ivana and placed her chin on Valeria’s shoulder and looked at her with big blue eyes, “It is lucky I make up for it by being so cute.”

Ivana took Valeria’s hand and squeezed it.

“Yes, it is very lucky you are so cute. I have killed people for less.”

“You would never hurt me!” cooed Ivana happily, “Never, ever, ever! Oh, you’ve missed a bit on your cheek.”

“Where?” Valeria started rubbing away.

“I’ll get it!” Ivana leaned forward and kissed Valeria softly on the cheek, “There, all sorted.”

Valeria went bright red so turned away to allow the breeze to cool her face.

*****

Valeria finished the patrol of the Dacha. Everything was in order, caters had been checked, guests fully, and discretely vetted. Everything was in order. She rounded the corner to the front of the house. Down the drive ribbons and balloons had been tied to the trees and on the lawn tables and chairs were being set up. She nodded to the stone-faced guard, who stood by the door, gun across his chest, eyes sharp.

She went into the house and up the stairs, checking her watch for the tenth time in the last ten minutes. Two hours until the guests started to arrive, thirty minutes until Demitri and Lena. Everything was on schedule. She went into her bedroom froze in horror at the ghastly sight on the bed. A bright pink dress had been laid out there and on it, a note, ‘Wear me for the party, I will make you look cute! – I’. Valeria lifted the dress up, it had a sheer and elegant cut, the label was some Italian designer, although her knowledge of such things was almost none existent. Ivana would marvel at labels in shops, more than the clothes they were attached to and explain all kinds of details about the maker. Details that Valeria would forget almost the moment they were said.

The idea of wearing a dress was bad enough, wearing one that was bright pink was terrifying. And she knew that Ivana knew that perfectly well. With dress in hand she strode to Ivana’s bedroom and burst in.

“What the?” gasped Ivana who was putting on her own dress, a dark red Italian number that probably cost as much as the Dacha. She was in matching red, lace panties and was just pulling the dress on when Valeria strode in. She instinctively covered herself up, “Oh, It’s you!” she giggled drunkenly and relaxed letting Valeria get an eye full of her small pert breasts. Valeria looked

away and blushed uncontrollably and noticed a bucket of ice with a champagne bottle in it, it looked like it was almost empty.

“I see you got my present,” Ivana teased, “You know I have never seen you in a dress. So your present to me is letting me see you in that sexy little number.”

“I am on duty tonight so I won’t be wearing…this… monstrosity.”

“Monstrosity? It’s Sofia Di Angelo!”

“I don’t care. I am not wearing it! Now, can you cover yourself up?”

“Hmm? Oh!” Ivana glanced down at her titties and smiled, “Why? Don’t you like them? Valeria, are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing. It is hot and I have been running around all day! How much have you been drinking? Your father will be angry if you are throwing up before the first guests have even arrived.”

“You are blushing!” giggled Ivana, “Have you never seen titties before? I know they are nowhere near as big as yours, but they are still cute right?”

“Yes, very. Now put your dress on,” spluttered Valeira not knowing where to look and hating the fact her face was burning hot.

“Fine. Well give me a hand,” Ivana turned her back.

Valeria helped put the straps onto Ivana’s shoulders. Her skin was totally flawless, fair with just a hint of tan appearing.

“You know, if you don’t like seeing me naked you shouldn’t just come bursting into my room. If you had come in five minutes earlier you would have caught me… being very naughty indeed.”

Valeria didn’t think her face could get any hotter but it did and her hand trembled as she fumbled for the dress’s zip.

“Do you know what I mean?” pressed Ivana when Valeria refused to bite.

“I never know what you mean.”

“I was… masturbating,” giggled Ivana, “Imagine if you had walked in and saw that! Me naked on the bed, legs spread, my fingers working away!”

That image swirled into Valeria’s mind and she felt the heat in her face spread all over her body, including between her legs, “Ivana! You need to sober up!”

“I can see you blush in the mirror.”

Valeria looked up and saw that Ivana was looking her straight in the eye through the mirror on the dressing table, her hands slipped off the zip. Ivana turned around and let the dress fall off her shoulders and onto the floor. Valeria couldn’t help but look down, to take in the young woman’s slim figure. She was sure Ivana’s nipples were erect and that made her own tingle.

“Ooops… I am naked again,” giggled Ivana.

Valeria took a step back and tried to compose herself.

“Valeria, I know you are lesbian for me. I have seen the way you look at me. Checking out my cute, round ass when you think I am not looking.”

“Ivana, please stop. I am going to go now. We can pretend this never happened. Get dressed and have a large coffee,” Valeria edged backward.

“What happened to my scary badass bodyguard? You look terrified, you are trembling all over,” said Ivana stepping forward towards Valeria.

“You are drunk and in one of your silly moods. I just don’t want you… or me to get into trouble with your father.”

“Tonight… If you wear that dress…we can have girly sex after the party… I know you want it,” Ivana took another step forward.

Valeria, despite all her training and all her years in the brutalist theatres of war, was frozen to the spot. She felt her nipples tighten and press against her bra. She knew her pussy was now wet and tingling to be touched. Ivana took another step forward and press her bare breasts against Valeria.

“Please stop…” muttered Valeria in a barely audible whisper, her eyes locked with Ivana’s.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?…”

“Ivana…”

Outside there was the roar of a powerful car engine and the scrapping sound of the gravel drive being torn up. Ivana’s eye’s widened and she rushed over to the window.

“A Ferrari! Daddy has bought me a Ferrari!” whooped Ivana. She sprinted around the room, pulled on her dress, shoved her feet into a pair of sneakers and dashed out of the room leaving Valeria panting and knees trembling. She took a moment to compose herself and then followed Ivana.

When Valeria had gotten outside the convertible Ferrari was parking up at the front door. The car was being driven by Lena with Dimitri, smiling besottedly at

his woman, in the enger seat. Ivana jumped down the stone steps from the door two at a time.

“Oh, daddy! It’s gorgeous! This is amazing! Oh, thank you so much!” gasped Ivana and started pawing the car lovingly. She saw Lena and gave a little scowl but said nothing.

“Ah, my beautiful daughter on her twenty-first!” said Dimitri getting out of the car.

“Can I take her for a ride? Can I?”

“The car? Er… probably best not. It is a little powerful for you. I will get you something a little more suitable. Maybe a Volvo.”

“What…what are you talking about? This car, it’s my present… right?”

“The Ferrari?” laughed Dimitri when he realized what Ivana had thought, “No, this was just a little something I got for Lena. Here, this is your present,” Dimitri leaned over and took out a modest, if well wrapped, box, from the back seat, “Happy birthday!”

“Yes, happy birthday, Tatiana,” chimed in Lena.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You bought this slut a Ferrari? On my birthday, you bring her to my party with a fucking Ferrari you have just given her because she sucks your cock every night?”

“Tatiana!” bellowed Dimitri, “I don’t care if this is your birthday, you do not speak like that to my fiancée!”

“Fiancee?” gasped Ivana, her legs almost giving way, “You can’t! You can’t marry that bitch!”

“Darling,” started Lena, “I think she had been drinking. She is just overexcited.”

“Then I suggest you go to your room, sober up and then come down and apologize to Lena!”

“You are sending me to my room? I am not a child!”

“Then stop fucking acting like one!”

Ivana span in her heel and stormed back into the house. Valeria rushed after her.

The door almost slammed in her face but Valeria was just able to catch it in time to prevent it from giving her a broken nose.

“Well, that was a great start to your party! Don’t you ever think before you speak?” snapped Valeria.

Ivana threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in the pillow.

“You are not a teenager anymore. You have to… have to…”

“Have to what?” snarled Ivana, “Grow up? You sound just like my father! Fuck you!”

“Have to be more thoughtful.”

“Fuck off dyke and leave me alone!” Ivana sobbed.

Valeria sighed and sat on the bed next to Ivana and put and hand on her back, “Do you want me to get you that coffee? Or maybe just water?”

“I want you to take your lesbian hands off me!”

“Fine! Be a brat! See if I care!”

It was Valeria’s turn to storm out and slam the door closed behind her. She went downstairs to find Dimitri and Lena discussing Ivana.

“Don’t be too harsh on her, she is just a child,” said Lena.

“She is not a child! She may act like a child but she is an adult! Every time I think she is growing up a bit she goes and does something like this! I don’t know what to do with her!”

“She needs a man in her life that will keep her in her place. You are just too busy. You need to find her a husband.”

“No man in a right mind would want to get involved with her! She is a lost cause. Ah Valeria, how is my darling little princess?”

“She is upset… and drunk. I think finding out about your engagement just came at a bad moment for her. I am sure when she sobers up and has a think about the situation she will apologize.”

“I wish you were a man,” laughed Dimitri, “Then I could marry her off to you! You seem to be the only person in the whole world who can actually tolerate her.”

“Tatiana is a very strong minded young woman. But she is very loving and caring,” replied Valeria firmly.

“The only person she loves and cares for is herself,” sighed Dimitri, “Thank you, Valeria, you have been very loyal to her, but I think it is time I send her somewhere where she has to stand on her own two feet and finally grow up. She has lived off me and also off your for too long.”

There was a cry of surprise from outside and Valeria immediately recognized the voice as that of the guard stationed at the front door. In an instant her gun was in her hand.

“Sir, Ma’am, go to the study, lock the door and stay there!”

Valeria rushed outside to see the guard lying next to the Ferrari, holding his bloodied head. She knelt by his side and lifted her gun looking for the attacker then paused when she saw his assailant. Standing in her red dress, tears of mascara running down her cheeks, was Ivana. But it was what she was holding that drew Valeria’s attention. The petite girl was brandishing the guard’s AK-47.

“Ivana, put the gun down!”

“I hate that fucking bitch!” roared Ivana in a voice that defied her diminutive size. She grabbed the cocking lever and loaded the gun.

“What are you doing? Think, Ivana, think!” Valeria approached slowly and lowered her own weapon, “Just put the gun down and we can talk about this.”

“No! I’ve had enough of her!”

Ivana pulled the trigger and jets of red hot metal bullets tore through the air. Valeria hurled herself to the ground and covered her head as the Ferrari was torn apart. Glass exploded, leather seats shredded and metal s were punctured. Ivana didn’t stop firing until the last bullet was spent.

“What the fuck!” screamed Dimitri as he stood in the doorway looking down at the carnage, “Tatiana! What have you done?”

Valeria leaped to her feet, grappled Ivana and pulled the weapon from her grasp. Ivana struggled like a cornered animal, snapping and clawing in a frenzy.

“Calm down! Calm down!” cried Valeria.

Dimitri jumped down the steps and slapped Ivana hard across the face, “What is wrong with you!?”

Ivana ignored the pain, wiggled free of Valeria’s grip and ran inside. With his hands on his head in disbelief, Dimitri stared at the wreck of the car which was starting to give off smoke.

“She…she… took my knife too…” stammered the stunned guard, who was still trying to stem the flow of blood running down the back of his head.

“Lena!” gasped Dimitri.

Valeria sprinted into the house and heard shouting and then screaming. She ran into the study. She was too late. Ivana sat, straddling Lena and pinning her to the floor as the blade in her hand drove down again and again each time sending sprays of arterial blood across the room.

“Stop!” cried Valeria, but she knew it was in vain.

Ivana turned and looked up, her face a mask of blood, “It’s ok, she is gone now. Everything will be fine. Lucky my dress is red.”

“Quick, give me the knife, I’ll…I’ll say it was me…” said Valeria reaching for the blade in Ivana’s hand.

“No! Noo!!!!” howled Dimitri as he pushed his way past Valeria and into the room, “Tatiana, you fucking evil bitch!”

*****

The lawyer sat forward on the sofa, “If we say that she had a long history of mental health issues, and at the time of the… incident was under the influence of drugs and alcohol, then maybe we can have her sent to a low-security facility. Then with the right donations to the right people, she could be out in as little as

five years.”

“No,” said Dimitri flatly.

“No?” asked Valeria.

“I don’t understand,” said the lawyer, “This is our best strategy.”

“You are right. You do not understand. I didn’t hire you to find a way to get her just a slap across the back of her hand. I hired you to make sure she gets the longest sentence possible! I want you to make sure she is put the darkest, the most sordid hole in all of Siberia! I want you to make sure every single day is a living hell and that she rots in there!” Dimitri was almost foaming at the mouth.

“Sir, you can’t be serious. She’s your daughter! She would barely survive in a low-security prison, she would have no chance in a maximum security one. You know what they would do to a girl like her!” protested Valeria.

“Shut the fuck up, Valeria! If you had done your job Lena wouldn’t be dead. You are lucky I don’t have you shot!”

“If you had both stayed in and locked the study as I told you to then Lena would have been alive!”

“Get out! Get the fuck out of my house and if I see you again I will feed you to the dogs!”

*****

“So when is daddy going to get me out of here?” asked Ivana, “This place smells funky.”

“Ivana…”

“What’s wrong Valeria? You look like you are about to cry! I have never seen you cry… please don’t cry.”

“Ivana… your father isn’t going to get you out.”

“Don’t be silly, of course he will. I’m his daughter. I’ve done far worse than this!” Ivana hesitated as she thought, “Ok… maybe this is the worst thing I’ve done but he will forgive me. He always does. Tell him… tell him I’m sorry and I’ve learned my lesson and I won’t do it again.”

“Sweetie,” Valeria took Ivana’s hands.

“No touching!” shouted a guard.

Valeria let Ivana go.

“Don’t listen to him! Kick his ass!” encouraged Ivana with a grin.

“Ivana, this is serious. This is fucking serious! Tomorrow you are going to be moved from here and transferred to a maximum security prison.”

“A what? Well, what is this place? Isn’t this prison?”

“This is just a jail. It holds like twenty people, it’s just a temporary holding place.”

“I see… is this maximum security prison going to be worse?” asked Ivana, starting to get worried.

“Oh sweetie,” she reached out and took Ivana’s hands again.

“Hands!”

Valeria pulled back and couldn’t help hold back a tear.

“I told you not to cry,” sobbed Ivana, her eyes starting to pool.

“You are going to have to be strong. Real strong. The strongest you have ever been in your life.”

“How… how long for? Like a few weeks? A month?” Ivana’s jaw started to tremble.

“I did my best. I did everything I could but it is going to be twenty years,” Valeria broke and tears just poured from her eyes. She tried to wipe them away with the inside of her elbow but there were too many and they kept coming.”

“Twenty years…” repeated Ivana hollowly, “Will I see you? I need to see you… like every day! You will come every day, right?”

“The prison they are sending you to is in Siberia, in the Arctic Circle… it's over a thousand miles away.”

“This is a mistake. Daddy is just trying to scare me, you’ll see,” cried Ivana, “As soon as I get there he will be waiting and he will put his stern face on and say ‘Young lady, I hope you have learned your lesson!’ You’ll see. I’ll be back home by tomorrow night!” tears dripped off her face and onto the cold stone floor.

*****

Valeria opened her eyes and blinked a few times trying to bring the world back into focus. Her head throbbed and from the two and half empty bottles of vodka on the bedside table she quickly figured out why. Then the wave of realization of why she had been drinking hit her – Ivana. She would have spent her first night in Blackstone and the ideas of what she would have gone through flashed into her mind and she reached for one of the bottles. There was movement in the bed next to her and then she ed the other part of last night.

“Good morning, Darling,” came a light female voice, “That was quite a night.”

Valeria reconsidered her options on how to blur out the pain and rolled over to see a young blonde woman, her blonde hair was a mess, much of her makeup was smudged. But she was pretty, just not as pretty as Ivana. Valeria reached under the covers and felt the woman’s smooth naked skin and pulled her close.

“Hey…hey… hey… You had me for the night. If you want more, lover girl, you will have to pay for another hour. Or more.”

“Fine, another hour,” snorted Valeria.

“Then I am all yours!” smiled the girl, pulling down the bedcovers to reveal her small breasts with light pink nipples, “How do you want me?”

“Just lick my pussy,” said Valeria and rolled onto her back and spread her legs.

The girl vanished under the covers and Valeria stared blankly at the ceiling. The tongue lapped at her with professional precision. Her lips were spread with fingers and her clit exposed, licked and sucked.

The ceiling plaster was cracked. There was a cobweb in the corner. Even the windows were dirty. The small cramped apartment was a far cry from the luxurious Dacha and exclusive apartments she had got used to over the last three years. It was hot and stuffy and as there was no aircon the only alternative was to open the window and try to ignore the roar of traffic and car horns, as well as the fumes that smothered Moscow in the Summer.

“Mmm…”

The girl hit the spot and Valeria lifted her hips and pushed herself against the tongue. She cupped her breasts and started to roll her nipples, getting them erect and then squeezing them. She then tore off the bedsheets and craned her neck so she could watch the girl work. The head nodded up and down, her blonde hair softly caressing the inside of Valeria’s thighs. She was blonde and pretty but not Ivana. Valeria let her hard flop back onto the pillow and closed her eyes. She imagined Ivana, those twinkling mischievous eyes. Her smile which was at the same time devilishly naughty and warm and enchanting. The way she could turn any trivial moment into an epic drama.

“Mmm…”

The girl was now picking up the pace and using her fingers to fuck Valeria’s

pussy as the tongue traced circles around her nub.

Valeria imagined Ivana’s body, so petite and tight. She ed that afternoon as Ivana stood naked in front of her, her breasts small but perfect. Valeria squeezed her nipples even tighter. She could have had Ivana that afternoon. She could have had the girl she loved. Taken her into her arms, thrown her onto the bed and made love to her. Perhaps then she wouldn’t have run outside to see that fucking car… perhaps then she would have been happy and not angry… perhaps then it would be Ivana between her legs and not this whore.

“Faster… make me come now… make me come hard!”

The girl doubled the effort with both her tongue and fingers. Valeria forced the image of Ivana’s face between her legs, Ivana’s eyes looking up at her… full of love.

“Oh fuck… oh yes… oh yes… Ivana… yes…” Valeria hit her orgasm and Ivana’s face danced before her eyes… “Oh…Ivana… Mmm…”

Even hours after the escort had left Valeria could smell the cheap perfume. Once she wouldn’t have noticed, but after getting used to the finer things in life she couldn’t help but look at everything in a new light… a much starker light. The apartment that she had previously lived in for years contentedly was now oppressing and drab. The food she ate was tasteless and bland. But worse of all was the sense of meaningless emptiness. She had no purpose. Her one job of protecting the most important person in the world had failed. She had failed. She turned and saw a large teddy bear sitting on the sofa and she broke. Her legs buckled and she crumpled to the floor sobbing. She felt a pain on her hip as

something hard rammed against it. She reached down and felt the cold metal object and pulled it off her belt. She looked at her gun, the silver barrel caught the light and the mother of pearl handle swirled with a dozen brilliant colors. She didn’t even picking it up. Just out of habit she guessed. She held it in her hands and stared at it. She had failed Ivana. She had lost the woman she loved… worst than lost. It was her fault. Valeria opened her mouth and slowly raised the muzzle of the gun towards it. She tasted the metal, the tang of oil. She closed her eyes…

The phone rang. Valeria opened her eyes and saw the red light on the phone flash as it continued to ring. She sat there, on her haunches gun in her mouth for a moment before pulling herself to her feet.

“Hello?”

“Valeria! Valeria! Is that you? I’ve been trying to reach you! But you weren’t at home! Valeria? I got the is number from one of the maids. Valeria, is that you?” Ivana's words tumbled out the phone fast and desperate.

“Ivana? Is that you sweetie? Yes, it’s me, your Valeria.”

“I need you… I need you now!” sobbed Ivana.

“Calm down, are you ok? What happened?”

“They raped me… the guard sold me and these women they raped me all night…

Valeria… they took my virginity… they even took me in the ass…I couldn’t stop them! I heard them talking about selling me to the men’s prison…Valeria, I need you! I can’t survive here… I’m not strong enough…please…please, Valeria.”

A rage ignited in Valeria, an inferno of hate for those women who had touched her love and a self-loathing for allowing this to happen. She gripped the hard handle of the gun until she felt her knuckles were going to burst. Her jaw clenched as tears of anger rolled down her ruddy cheek.

“Valeria?” cried Ivana pitifully.

“I’m coming.”

*****

Valeria drove. She didn’t know what she was going to do, she had a holdall of cash she had saved up over the years, the gun and the clothes she was wearing. She drove all day, out of Moscow and east. With cities left behind the countryside became increasingly rural until it turned into wilderness. By the time night had fallen she hadn’t seen another car on the road for hours. She didn’t stop, she drove on through the night breaking only to wake up a petrol attendant to refuel on gas. The attendant hadn’t been happy to have been called down from his flat above the garage, but one look into Valeria’s eyes and the gun on her belt and he kept his annoyance to himself. Even in the complete darkness she didn’t tire. She knew what would be happening to Ivana, as she sat there, helpless in the car her Ivana was being degraded and used. What she saw in her mind of what Ivana was going through spurred her on relentlessly. As dawn broke she could see the Ural mountains rearing up ahead and she drove on through Vorkuta

her anger as white-hot as the when she had set out.

It was afternoon by the time she reached the track that ascended sharply towards the fortress prison. She ed the walled complex wreathed in razor wire that was the men’s super-max prison. The thought of her Ivana being sent down there to be handed around chilled her to the bone. She felt eyes from the watchtowers on her car and pressed on up the mountain. She drove by a block of flats which was sign posted ‘istration Accommodation’ and then a collection of small stone cabins that hugged the black stone walls that gave the prison its name. She slammed the brakes on and the car came to a skidding stop outside the gate. Two guards peered down curiously at the new arrival as Valeria strode purposefully towards the door.

“I’m here to see Tatiana Vladimirov!”

“Who?” replied one of the guards with a shrug.

“Tatiana Vladimirov,” repeated Valeria.

“Well visiting times are between never and ever, so fuck off!”

“Tell the warden that Dimitri Vladimirov sent me. She will know who that is.”

The two guards discussed the situation for a moment then one vanished from view. Valeria looked around. It actually was beautiful up here. High in the Urals she could look down and see grass plains stretching out to the horizon. Fir trees

covered the mountainside and under the summer sun nature was blooming. This time of year it would make for a wonderful hike, but Valeria knew from her combat training above the Arctic Circle that come October the weather would change very rapidly, and what was now stretches of endless green would become a fridged wasteland promising only icy death. Below she could look down over the walls of men’s prison, blocks of dreary stone buildings surrounding a gravel concourse. But she noticed with interest in the corner of the compound stood a helicopter. A wall separated it from the prison blocks but from the outside only a wire mesh fence.

There was a deep creaking sound as the gate opened.

“Ok, in you come,” called the guard.

As Valeria walked under the stone-arch she tucked her gun into the holdall under the wads of cash. She was greeted by three guards who looked her up and down suspiciously.

“What’s in the bag,” asked the lead guard, a sour faced woman with an air of authority about her.

“A gift for the warden.”

“Drop it and arms out to your side,” commanded the guard and nodded for one of her girls to pat Valeria down, “And check the bag.”

The guard unzipped the holdall and gasped, “It’s money, a lot of money.”

“It’s exactly three hundred thousand rubles,” said Valeria and it is all for the Warden, “Probably best you take your hands out of there in case any goes missing.”

“Wish I got gifts like that,” chuckled the lead guard, “Follow me.”

Valeria was led into a large stone tower that was built into the wall, which was surprisingly well furnished inside. Plush carpets and oak desks. She followed the guard through what she guessed was the istration office, where she got very curious looks from the girls that worked there, and then up the stairs. A corridor led to a desk, behind which a very smartly dressed woman sat, typing away. She looked up at the visitor.

“You can go in,” said the woman.

As Valeria walked ed she was sure she felt eyes on her ass.

The Warden’s office was even more lavish than the rest of the tower. Wooden ing, a stone fireplace, a desk that wouldn’t have been out of place in the Kremlin. A woman stood looking out the window that shared the same view Valeria had seen from the gate. She finished up on the phone and turned around. The woman was in her early forties, elegantly but professionally dressed in a pencil tight skirt and white blouse. She was slim with chestnut hair and deep brown eyes that looked Valeria up and down. Valeria was sure she noticed an impressed smirk as the woman took in her figure.

“I understand that Dimitri Vladimirov sent you,” she said with a crisp, well educated voice.

“That’s right.”

“Thank you, Major, you can leave us,” said the Warden. The Major gave a nod and closed the door on her way out, “Take a seat,” the woman gestured to a chair that faced her desk. Valeria did so and the Warden sat on the edge of her desk. It was a powerplay Valeria had often see Dimitri use. Make sure you look like you are in charge by looking down on your rival.

“I am Ksenia and you are?”

“Valeria.”

“Well Valeria, please tell me what has brought you all this way to my humble castle.”

“Dimitri is concerned for his daughter. I am here to make sure she is being treated well.”

“Ah, yes Tatiana Vladimirov. When I saw her name come up as one of our new… guests… I did wonder if she was related to the infamous crime family. But I thought, surely not. No way would such a distinguished person end up

here, regardless of her crime. Even for murder a well connected mafia hitman normally gets away with a comfy cell in the south where he can relax in the sun until he is released and can get back to work. As for the daughter of Moscow’s crime boss… she could kill half the children of Kazan and get little more than a slap on the wrist. But then, here you are.”

“Dimitri wants me to be her bodyguard. In order to pay for my keep and the safety of myself and Tatiana, he sends you this gift,” Valeria opened the holdall and showed Ksenia the cash. As she closed the bag she slipped the gun into her jacket.

“So Dimitri Vladimirov allows his daughter to be sent here… but then sends a bodyguard… and generous gift to make sure she is ok? That doesn’t sound right to me. He probably could have pulled some strings and just have her on house arrest, in one of his countryside dachas. Hell, he could have probably had someone else take the fall for her.”

“There are…politics at play here. They are of no concern of yours.”

“Mob politics, bags of cash and an absolutely delicious looking bodyguard. And they said being stationed in Siberia would be boring!” laughed Ksenia, “Well I have never had someone volunteer to be locked up in Blackstone before, but for all that money and that body of yours… I am sure we can come to an arrangement.”

Ksenia stretched out her leg and used the point of her high-heeled shoe to rub Valeria’s arm. Valeria couldn’t help but look up the now open view of the warden’s skirt and see her red lace panties.

“I think we understand each other,” smiled Ksenia catching Valeria taking a peek, “I’ll get you signed in as a permanent visitor. I will have you taken to see your ward and then, when you have settled in, you can come back and see me and we can… seal the deal. But I warn you, Valeria, I am a woman who is always in charge no matter what the situation.”

*****

The guards looked at Valeria with confusion and uncertainty. Rumors had quickly spread to them as to who she was and why she was there, but no clear instructions as to treat her as a guest or as just another inmate.

“Where is Tatiana Vladimirov’s cell?” she asked the guard at the security point into the main cell block. The guard pointed to a cell on the second tier.

Inmates stopped their gossiping and fun as they watched Valeria stride past their cells. No new inmates were due and she wasn’t wearing the dull grey sweatsuit either, both of which made them study her rather than heckle. That and the expression on her face. She headed up the metal steps and onto the second tier towards where the guard had indicated. She looked in every cell as she went by and saw cruel eyes staring back. In some cells there were young girls, stripped naked being taken by the more powerful women. Her heart sped up and then she heard Ivana’s sweet voice, but it wasn’t her usual happy tone or even one of her angsty ones, which Valeria had heard far too many times. Her voice was full of fear, sadness and desperation. Valeria dashed towards the sound of her cries and reached her cell.

Valeria thought she knew what anger was before, but in that moment she realized

all such emotions she had felt previously were insignificant to what felt now. She saw Ivana, completely naked, just her shoulders and back of her neck on the floor. Two inmates were holding her by her ankles and lifting her legs into the air in a ‘V’ shape, then standing over her, straddling that ‘V’ was a muscular woman, naked from the waist down, her cunt rubbing hard against Ivana’s small pussy. The three women were totally engrossed in their own pleasure.

“Look at her face! She’s loving it!” laughed one of the women, holding an ankle.

“Hurry up Darla, I want a ride,” encouraged the other.

“I’m going to take my time, just hold her still,” grunted Darla through her exertions.

Ivana’s face was red and puffy from tears, her arms thrashed about helplessly.

“Lift her up higher!” panted Darla, “I want to feel her tight pussy right on my clit.”

The two women heaved Ivana’s legs up and drove her crotch even harder into Darla’s. Darla purred while Ivana whimper, “Please stop… I don’t want this… please..”

Her begs for mercy were only greeted by sneers and laughs.

“Put her down now,” said a shaky voice, but the voice wasn’t shaking with fear.

The three women looked at Valeria standing in the cell doorway in surprise.

“Who the fuck are you?” snarled Darla, stepping off Ivana and towards the intruder, “I don’t recognize you, are you a new guard? You don’t look like a guard.”

“I said put her down,” repeated Valeria.

The other two women dropped Ivana into a heap. Ivana scurried onto one of the bunks and covered herself up with a sheet. When she saw Valeria her eyes widened and a smile split her pretty face.

Outside the cell more inmates were gathering. On either side of Valeria, on the narrow metal gangway, half a dozen prisoners pushed to see what was going on, surrounding Valeria on all sides.

Darla reached under the mattress of a top bunk and pulled out a blade, “I asked, who the fuck are you. And what are you doing here?”

The other two women also pulled out shivs and pointed them at Valeria.

“I’m Valeria Drozdov and Dimitri Vladimirov sent me to look after his daughter.

He sent me to kill anyone that lays a finger on her. Do you know who Dimitri Vladimirov is?”

The three women looked at each other nervously and the prisoners on the gangways whispered amongst themselves excitedly.

“That is his daughter?” gasped one of the women, “Look, we didn’t know! I swear!”

“We are a long way from Moscow and all I see is one woman against three,” spat Darla and tensed herself for a lunge.

Valeria pulled the gun from her jacket and all the prisoners took a step back.

“Wait! Hold on!” one of the women gasped.

Valeria lifted the gun and fired twice so fast that all Darla saw was a blur. The two gunshots rang out through the cell block and before the echoes had stopped the women on either side of Darla were dead on the floor.

All around there were cries of excitement and fear. Below on the ground floor the guard grabbed her walkie talkie and alarms started to chime out.

“I didn’t know who she was ok? I have people in Moscow, they can talk to

Dimitri. We can make a deal,” said Darla as she dropped the knife and lifted her hands in surrender.

“Pick up the knife.”

“What?”

“I said pick up the fucking knife!”

Confused and shaking Darla did what she was told. Valeria ejected the magazine from the gun and tossed the weapon onto a bunk.

“You stupid bitch!” snarled Darla and grinned cruelly.

Valeria backed up onto the gangway until she felt the railing pressing on her back. Darla edged forward, knife pointed at Valeria’s throat. Then with a lunge, she leaped forward driving the blade towards the exposed neck. Darla saw Valeria move sideways with blinding speed and tried to adjust the angle of her attack but she couldn’t move fast enough. Her wrist was grabbed in a vice like grip and her own momentum made her arm twist and snap. The knife fell from her hand and hit the walkway with a metallic clunk. Then a fist smashed her across the side of the face knocking her legs out from under her and she tumbled to the floor. On her knees, she tried to pull herself up using the railings, stars flashing in her vision. A kick slammed into her ribs and with a crack and she crumpled onto her back.

“I give up! I give up!” Darla gasped.

“Get to your feet!” snarled Valeria.

With her vision in her left eye blurred, her ribs aching and a hand hanging limply Darla scrabbled to her feet.

Valeria released a roar of pure rage and pounced on Darla crushing her against the metal railings. With a flurry of frenzied punches Darla’s face was reduced to a bloodied pulp, lips split, nose flattened and broken, eyes sockets cracked. Through blood soaked eyes Darla looked around at the dozens of prisoners gawping and cheering on her demise. She would have fallen to the floor again if it wasn’t for Valeria holding her up by her hair.

Valeria pulled back a fist and aimed it at Darla’s throat to land the killing blow.

“Wait!” came a cry.

Valeria turned to see who dared interrupt her and prepared to batter whoever it was into submission when she saw Ivana. She had dressed and was holding the knife in a shaking hand.

“I’m going to do it!” she snapped.

Valeria nodded, jerked back Darla’s head by the hair exposing the throat.

“Die you fucking bitch!” howled Ivana as she stabbed the blade into Darla’s neck again and again sending blood spraying over both herself and Valeria until exhausted she stopped, and stared at the ravaged corpse, panting. Valeria lifted the body over the railing and held it dangling in the air so the blood poured down to the ground floor. Some inmates cowered in fear while others whooped with glee. Guards ran into the cell block in riot gear and brandishing truncheons screaming for the prisoners to get back into their cells.

“I am Valeria Drozdov and this is Tatiana Vladimiriov,” bellowed Valeria other the raucous, “We are in charge and if any of you have a problem that, come and see me!” She dropped the body which landed with a sickening squelch in its own pool of blood.

*****

The Major and another two guards bundled Valeria into the Warden’s office and shoved her into the chair.

“Thank you,” said Ksenia to the guards. She sat calmly behind her desk and observed the bloodstained woman.

“Do you want us to give her a beating?” asked the Major, slapping the palm of her hand with her truncheon.

“No. No beating,” replied Ksenia, “You can all leave us.”

“Leave you? With her?” gasped the Major.

“Yes.”

“Shall we handcuff her?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. Please go Major.”

The Major eyed Valeria with concern nodded her head to the Warden and left with the other guards. Ksenia stared at Valeria who said nothing and just held her gaze. The Warden then burst into laughter.

“Well fuck me! Less than twenty minutes and you’ve already killed three inmates. That certainly is some kind of record!”

“I told you I was here to protect Tatiana,” replied Valeria bluntly.

“Actually, you told me that Dimitri Vladimirov sent you to look after his daughter. When you left my office I did some investigating and made some calls. Looks like your little Tatiana didn’t just kill a random someone but Lena Belov

of the Belov crime family, who also happened to be her father’s new fiancée. So that solves one mystery. Why Tatiana was sent here with no intervention from daddy. And raises a second question, why would he then send you to protect her? Of course, the answer to that is simple. He didn’t,” Ksenia got up and sat on the edge of her desk again so she could look down on Valeria, “Which means, you are just a lone wolf with no backing from the Vladimirov family. Which also means both you and Tatiana are both at my mercy. So the question is what do I do with both of you?” Ksenia picked up a large crystal decanter and poured herself a single malt. “Luckily for you, I’m a very pragmatic woman. Three dead prisoners,” shrugged Ksenia, “We get funded by the number of inmates which means the money I would have spent on them I can instead spend on… well… myself. So no harm there. Also, I understand you made quite the impression with the prisoners which means I am going to give you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” asked Valeria starting to feel uneasy.

“While my prison is now full of dedicated guards it is not always like that. You know it can get below minus thirty degrees here in January. The road snows up and there is no way in or out for weeks at a time. That and the unfortunate rumors about this place means come winter it is basically impossible to get anyone to work here. Short-staffed with hundreds of inmates all fighting among themselves, killing each other, raping each other, smuggling drugs. Sometimes daring even to fight with the guards! It can be chaos. But I think I have found my solution.”

“You want me to keep control?”

“That and one hundred thousand rubles a year. I don’t know how you get the money and I don’t care. But if you don’t keep control, or if I don’t get my money then I will sell Ivana’s ass down the hill. Women can be brutal… men will be far far worse. But if you keep your end of the bargain I will set you and Ivana up with a nice room, some privileges, good meals, hot showers. Won’t quite be one

of Vladimirov’s Dachas but it will be better than what the other girls get. And I won’t tell the other prisoners or guards that you aren’t ed by the Moscow mob, because if they found that out… well as big and strong as you are, after the shit you pulled today… it will be you lying dead in the morgue. So, do we have a deal?”

Valeria nodded, “We have a deal.”

“Oh, and one last thing. Once a week, let's say… what’s today? Thursday. Every Thursday you come to my office and I get to do whatever I want with you. The moment you step through that door I don’t want ‘no’ to be in your vocabulary.”

Valeria could tell by the way Ksenia was looking at her exactly what that would mean. But she had no choice, if this was what it was going to take to protect Ivana then she would do it. She nodded.

“Excellent! Stand up, take your clothes off.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. All this excitement has me as horny as a Tomcat, and this Tomcat wants her pussy.”

Valeria stood, tossed her jacket onto the chair and pulled off her blood-stained tshirt.

“So big and strong, all those muscles,” said Ksenia, fanning herself with a folder, “You are getting me all hot! Keep going.”

Valeria kicked off her boots, unbuckled her pants and pulled them down until she stood there in just her bra and panties.

“Don’t stop,” panted the Warden.

Valeria couldn’t control her blushing and worse she knew she was getting aroused. She was a woman used to being in charge but now this older woman was calling the shots. She unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Magnificent,” purred Ksenia and sipped at her whisky.

Valeria’s globes stood round and firm and her nipples were starting to tighten as they hardened. Ksenia gave a nod towards Valeria's panties. Valeria took a deep breath and pulled them down allowing the warden to feast on her naked body.

“I don’t think I have seen a body quite like it. Spread your legs a bit more.”

Valeria did as instructed and opened her legs. She could feel her labia heating up and spreading at the indignity.

“Turn around.”

Valeria turned around and let Ksenia take in her powerful, muscular buttocks.

“Bend over and open your cheeks.”

Valeria took a deep breath then complied. She leaned over, sticking her ass out in the process, then reached back and pulled apart her cheeks. She felt air on her asshole and knew she was completely exposed.

“Very nice, I am going to enjoy my new toy,” said Ksenia standing up. She placed her hand on Valeria’s ass and gave it a squeeze, “Mmm… so strong,” she ran her hand down between Valeria’s legs and over her vulva, “And you are getting wet for me. Good,” she then gave the ass a quick, sharp spank catching Valeria by surprise and making her gasp, “On your knees.”

Valeria sunk to the floor, her face burning with shame.

“Now fuck my leg like a good girl,” said Ksenia, her voice taking on a husky tone and stretching out a long, toned leg.

Valeria, squatted down, holding onto Ksenia’s hips, she closed her legs around the Warden’s shin and started to grind. She humped her sensitive pussy against the Warden’s leg while her hair was stroked.

“I love seeing strong, confident women, debase themselves for me. Look me in the eyes. I want to see your shame.”

Valeria looked up and saw Ksenia’s beautiful face looking smugly down.

“Keep fucking your wet pussy against my leg, good girl.”

Valeria let out a moan as her clit ran along the Warden’s skin.

“Such a weak little slut, aren’t you? I want you to call me Mistress. Say that I own you, mistress.”

Valeria fought to overcome her pride, and then muttered, “You own me, Mistress.”

“Yes I do. I bet in the outside world you were real someone. People treated you with respect. Imagine if they could see you now? Naked, fucking another woman’s leg like a little bitch. Imagine if Dimitri Vladimirov could see you… or his daughter. The big, strong Valeria, humping away.”

Valeria couldn’t understand why she was getting wetter and wetter with every taunt, with every mock. The sense of powerless was an aphrodisiac.

“Pull down my panties with your teeth.”

Valeria pushed her head under Ksenia’s skirt and up towards her crotch. She could smell the Warden’s strong feminine scent. She managed to get her mouth up to the waistband and, with a few attempts, grasped the elastic in her teeth. She then pulled the panties down and the scent got stronger.

Ksenia stepped out of her panties, “On your hands and knees.”

Again Valeria did as she was told. Ksenia walked around the naked woman, inspecting her like a beast at a show. She squeezed her muscles, her butt, stroked her hair. Then Ksenia mounted her. Valeria easily took the woman’s weight, it was the humiliation that dug into her.

“Walk on,” commanded the Warden.

Valeria crawled along the carpet on her hands and knees as Ksenia rode her.

“What kind of person allows themselves to be ridden like this?” laughed Ksenia, “I would never allow myself to the shamed. But I guess you are just a little bitch. Tell me what you are,” as Ksenia spoke she reached behind her and ran her hand between Valeria’s legs, down between her ass crack and over her wet pussy lips.

The touch made Valeria gasp and the pleasure destroyed any last resistance, “I am a little bitch.”

“Yes you are,” smirked Ksenia and she started to grind her pussy against Valeria’s back while she continued to run her fingers up and down her mount’s sex.

Valeria continued to crawl on her hands and knees, she crawled along the walls, past the door and then back around the desk and under the window. All the while Ksenia used one hand to caress her and the other on her shoulder as leverage to push her pussy harder against Valeria.

“Mmm… my little bitch feels so good underneath me, where she belongs.”

Valeria’s knees started to sting but she kept going. She ed a long velvet curtain hanging from the ceiling and almost touching the floor. But from her lowly position, she could just see concealed behind the curtain was a door. As the tower was built against the wall of the prison, the only place the door could lead was outside. Then she felt a sharp smack on her ass.

“Faster!”

Valeria sped up as best as she could while Ksenia now gripped her by both of her shoulders to increased the leverage as she rubbed herself against Valeria.

“Mmm….you feel so good… so strong…so powerful…you are going to make me come.”

Ksenia continued to thrust against Valeria and started to grunt and moan. Valeria

kept going, doing circuits of the room. She felt her own arousal start to trickle down the inside of her thighs and she yearned to be able to touch herself.

“Oh…oh…Mmm…. Almost there… Oh… oh…” Ksenia now rode Valeria in a frenzy, her hips gyrating to get maximum for her sensitive sex. She gripped Valeria’s hair and tugged back her head.

“Oh…. Yes… yes… fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!” cried Ksenia as she thrust hard and slow to rub out her orgasm.

Valeria could feel the wet come on her back and the sense of being used was complete.

“Such a good bitch, I think I will need to get a collar for you so you know I own you, like a pet, my big strong igrushka,” purred Ksenia and then spanked Valeria’s ass again, “So firm! I love it! But you must be thirsty after taking your mistress for a ride. Let me give you a drink.”

Ksenia dismounted, perched herself right on the edge of her desk and hitched her skirt right up to reveal her hot pink labia lips that shone with her come.

“Come here my igrushka, come to my wet pussy.”

Valeria got to her knees, as demeaning this was she told herself she had to do it for Ivana, she tried to ignore the idea that she was enjoying being debased by someone with total control of her. She leaned in and licked Ksenia’s pussy all the

way up and down.

“So keen to please! But now you need your drink, open wide.”

Valeria wasn’t sure where this was going but she did as she was told. Ksenia then clamped her legs around Valeria’s head and pushed her pussy tight against the open mouth.

“I don’t want you to spill a drop,” smiled Ksenia.

Valeria was able to look up into her new mistress’s eyes and then realized what was about to happen. Hot fluid started to fill her mouth, the taste was tangy and strong. She struggled but Ksenia’s legs around her head held her in place.

“Don’t move, I don’t want any pee on my new carpet,” laughed Ksenia.

Ksenia’s hot fluid filled Valeria’s mouth but she refused to swallow.

“Don’t be shy, let me help,” the Warden squeezed Valeria’s nose close and instantly she couldn’t breathe.

Valeria’s eyes widened, her cheeks went red and then she couldn’t hold out anymore, she needed air. She swallowed and swallowed, deep and fast gulping every drop of Ksenia’s pee tasting the sharp tang on her tongue and all the way

down her throat. With her mouth drained she gasped for air.

Ksenia released Valeria from between her thighs and smirked down at the powerful woman, on her knees, pee dripping down her chin, “I do so enjoy owning things. And you are now one of my prized possessions. Show your Mistress she owns you. Suck my toes.”

Ksenia extended a shapely leg and wiggled her tones. Valeria, her spirit broken took the foot and licked the toes.

“Get them right in there. Lick in between them. Good igrushka.”

Valeria took as much as the foot into her mouth as she could and ran her tongue between each and every toe.

“Maybe we should get Tatiana up here. After all, I do have two feet…”

Valeria pulled the foot from her mouth, “No! You don’t touch her!”

“You really love her, don’t you? I think I am jealous. I have never had anyone that would throw their life away for me. To give up your freedom. It really is quite romantic. Fine, I will leave Tatiana alone, as long as you keep up the end of your deal.”

“And she never finds out about… this.”

Ksenia shrugged, “She won’t hear it from me. And as a sign of good faith for our new blossoming relationship, I will give you a little treat. Up. On your feet, bend over my desk.”

Valeria did so, she bent right over the Warden’s desk, her ass sticking right out. Ksenia took a big, black strap-on from out of her drawer. It must have been close to ten inches long and the girth was intimidating.

“I haven’t found many women who can take this beast. Most of the girls in istration are slight, dainty things, they can lick pussy but this would split them in half. But I think you can handle it, even if you aren’t a woman normally accustomed to cock.”

Valeria took a deep breath and gripped the edges of the desk tight. Ksenia strapped on the massive dildo and potioned herself behind Valeria and rubbed her pussy.

“Mmm…. You are so wet… I am so glad you have enjoyed obeying your new Mistress.”

Valeria moaned in pleasure, her pussy was now crying out for attention and she knew it was absolutely sodden. She felt the tip of the hard rubber press against her swollen lips and spread them wide. Ksenia pushed forward with her hips and the tip edged into Valeria’s sex. She could already feel the girth stretching her out.

“A little more,” purred Ksenia as she watched as ‘her’ cock penetrated her bitch, glistening wet lips stretching out to take the beast, “A little more…”

Ksenia pushed harder and the shaft started to vanish inside Valeria. Valeria gasped. She had taken dildos before, but not of this size. It felt huge inside her, completely filling her.

“We are halfway now and you are doing so well!”

Valeria gripped the edge of desk so tight her knuckles turned white and she cried out in pleasure and pain. Ksenia took hold of Valeria’s shoulders and used them to pull herself in. Valeria couldn’t believe the cock just kept going in and didn’t stop. It must have filled her vagina completely and it felt sensational.

“Good girl! Now let’s make your pussy come all over it!”

Ksenia started thrusting, pulling hard on Valeria’s shoulders for leverage and pumping with her hips. Valeria had never been a louder moaner during sex but now she lost control. Her mouth lolled open and she gasped, moaned, whimpered and groaned loudly with every drive. She knew she was being loud and she didn’t care, it just felt so good. Every surface inside of her pussy was being treated to the attention of the massive dildo that filled her completely.

“Oh…oh…yes….my God… fuck… it is so big….don’t stop!” she purred

“I can feel how tight you are gripping my cock, you love it don’t you, my big strong igrushka!”

“Yes, Mistress, I love it… don’t stop… make me come…make me come hard all over your cock…”

Ksenia thrusted hard and fast making the desk creak while Valeria gasped and moaned with every deep drive. She could feel the pressure start to build towards her inevitable conclusion and braced her body. The Warden’s fucking was relentless, hard, fast and deep and Valeria’s pussy ached deliciously as it gripped the hard dildo.

“I’m coming! Fuck! I’m going to come hard!” grunted Valeria as her pussy tense and released, tensed and released, “Fuuuck!” Her body spasmed and then her back arched before she collapsed face down onto the desk panting. The huge dildo pulled out of her and the emptiness she then felt made her realize just how big it had been.

“Looks like you have drenched my cock with your honey cum. Please clean it,” instructed Ksenia.

Valeria’s strength was sapped and she could only manage to roll off the desk and onto her knees. Ksenia stood over her, hips pushed forward and the large dildo aimed towards Valeria’s face. She could see her own come catching the light on the plastic and obediently opened her mouth and took the cock inside.

Ksenia gently thrust with her hips and fucked Valeria’s mouth, “Look at me. Look me in the eyes as you lick my cock clean.”

Valeria did so. She looked up at Ksenia’s snug, triumphant face. She could taste herself on the dildo, her own sweet essence.

“I am going to look forward to our Thursday meetings very much,” smirked Ksenia.

*****

Valeria opened her eyes. It was still dark. The only sound was Ivana’s soft breathing. She pulled the blankets up higher and rolled over. She could just make out Ivana’s beautiful face in the dim light. She was just perfect. Valeria’s heart swelled and she smiled as she watched her lover sleep peacefully. Gently she wrapped her arm over the small woman and pulled her tight into her bosom. Ivana mumbled in her sleep and pressed her face into Valeria’s breasts.

Valeria kissed the top of Ivana’s head and thought about their plan. Kayla and Alina should be on their way by now. If they were successful tonight then in a couple of days she and Ivana would be out of here.

Chapter Eleven - Whiteout

Kayla crept along the gangway on her tiptoes. She ed dozens of cells full of sleeping inmates and then down the metal steps. She looked up, high above on the gantry she saw a guard walk up and down shining a torch haphazardly then stop. Kayla darted down the stairs to the ground floor and looked around.

“Psst!”

Kayla turned and saw a figure wreathed in shadows pressed against the bars of her cell door.

Alina gave a nod as the American approached, “Hey, ready to show me your magic?”

Kayla nodded nervously. The locks on the cells were big and strong but also old, almost impossible to brute force, but force had never been Kayla’s style. With a screwdriver and a filed-down strip of metal, she started to pick the lock. It didn’t take long before the door slide open.

“I’m impressed! Let’s go,” whispered Alina as she walked calmly towards the security checkpoint, unconcerned about the guard high above.

Kayla stooped over and crept along the wall trying to stay in the gloom as much

as possible. Her heart was beating so fast she was worried she was about to have a heart attack, and she felt that too familiar fullness in her bladder. She reached the security door and pulled out her makeshift tools. It took her just twenty seconds before there was a slight click and the door opened.

“I like a girl who is good with her hands,” whispered Alina, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Kayla fidgeted at that remark. Together they hurried out of the cellblock.

Kayla hated the place during the day, but at night it took on a whole new sinister dimension. Most of the lights in the corridor were turned off after the lockdown meaning small pools of light were separated by vast oceans of darkness in between. Valeria had told them the way. She could only assume that the reason Valeria wasn’t doing this herself was that she considered herself too important to get caught. Alina had volunteered to come along because out of all of them she was the most desperate to get out of her as fast as she could. It was only a couple of days away from her execution and if there were any setbacks now, then it would be too late for her.

Even though she was meant to be hiding, Kayla felt a little surge of relief each time they left an area of darkness and made it safely to one of the small pools of light. The air was colder here than the cellblock where hundreds of bodies did a little to heat the place, and she shivered even through the adrenalin pumping through her body. They stepped out of the light and into the darkness again and she was sure the temperature dropped even more. There was the sound of footsteps and she spun round in panic. Someone was there! She was sure…. Right at the end of the corridor from where they had come, there was a figure! She froze. She was about to run, even though she had no idea where to run to when the figure vanished. She peered into the gloom and saw nothing.

“What is it?” whispered Alina.

“I…I thought I saw someone…”

Alina stared down the ageway. It was empty. “You must have imagined it. Come on, we’re at the next checkpoint.”

Kayla picked the lock quickly and with another glance over her shoulder hurried through. Alina moved ahead fast and Kayla struggled to keep up. They reached the exit into the courtyard. Through the window in the door they could see the floodlights steadily sweeping backward and forwards over the pristine snow. Alina checked the door to the cloakroom, it was unlocked. Inside were the dozens of winter coats the prisoners used during their outside yard time.

“Are we sure they won’t notice?” asked Kayla.

“Probably not. There are dozens, they aren’t going to miss six. Not in the next couple of days anyway.”

They took three coats each and then went back down the corridor. Kayla unlocked a further checkpoint and they stepped into the entrance chamber. Kayla ed coming in through the large doors when she had arrived. The fear and indignation came rushing back to her.

“She said it is through here, this corridor links the cellblock to istration,” said Alina tugging on a locked door.

Kayla got to work and sprung the lock easily enough. The linking corridor had windows on either side through which could be seen the fortress walls and two watchtowers. Although there was no reason for the floodlights to be shone over the corridor they didn’t take any chanced and crawled on all fours the whole length until they reached the door into the istration block. Kayla tried to dismiss the idea that a floodlight could shine on her through the windows at any second, that there would be no way they would be able to get back to their cells in time before guards rushed them from all directions. The lock was newer than those in the cellblock, ironically, thought Kayla, they had better locks protecting their precious records and files than they did on their prisoners.

“Hurry up!” snapped Alina.

“I’m going as fast as I can!”

With a faint click the door opened and they crawled through. The desks in the istration block lay empty and still, the only light was the glare cast off the snow by the floodlights. Even though the windows were small and high and there was no way they would be seen within, they instinctively continued to stay stooped over as they crossed the space and climbed the stairs.

“The Warden’s office is on the left,” whispered Alina.

They ed the secretary’s desk and stopped at an oak door. Kayla turned the handle and it opened. With a deep breath she stepped inside. The office was empty. A large desk stood at one end, a computer had its standby light on, apart from that it was pitch dark.

“I can’t see!” mumbled Alina.

“Turn the computer monitor on, it will give us some light.”

Alina edged towards the little green dot on the computer monitor, bumping into a chair on the way. She pressed the button and a faint dark green screen came to life. It wasn’t much but it was just enough light to see by.

“You get to work on this door and I’ll stow the jackets,” whispered Alina.

Kayla ran her hand along the wall behind the desk. She felt a full-length curtain and pulled it aside. As Valeria had described, there was indeed a door.

Alina found a storage cupboard and opened it. There were shelves with files on, a safe and a few cartons stuffed at the bottom. She considered the best place to hide the bulky coats and pulled the cartons away from the wall. There was just enough space to hide them, as long as the Warden didn’t look too hard. She squashed them flat as much as could against the wall and replaced the stack of cartons in front of them. As Kayla worked on the lock, Alina curiously opened one of the cartons. In the gloom she couldn’t quite make out what she was looking at so reached inside and pulled an object out and held it to the light.

“Fucking Hell!” laughed Alina, “Look at this! It’s the biggest strap-on I’ve ever seen!”

Kayla glanced over her shoulder and saw the large phallic shape.

“And look at this!” continued Alina as she pulled out a ball-gag, “The Warden gets up to some seriously kinky shit in here. Wonder which lucky lady gets get gagged and fucked with this!”

“Sssh, I’m trying to concentrate,” said Kayla, blushing at the sex toys.

“You reckon you could take this?” Alina held the dildo to her crotch and shook it around, “Want to give it a try?”

“Seriously? Put that away!”

Kayla could only feel rather than see the lock as she turned the screwdriver and pick. Then with a deep click the door unlocked. Kayla opened it and looked out. A freezing gust of wind blew into the office.

“Valeria was right, it does lead outside.”

The snow was coming down so heavily Kayla could barely see more than a dozen feet in front of her. But she could see stone steps leading down. She edged forward a little and gritted her teeth as the cold sliced through her sweatshirt. She looked left and right. There was no sign of floodlights scanning the mountainside. Just deep concealing darkness. If the snow kept on coming down like this there was no way they would be seen. For the first time she allowed herself a little glimmer of hope. She tugged the door closed.

“Is this a dog bowl?” asked Alina holding up something else she had found, “Why does she keep this with her sex toys? What’s that smell? Its smells of pee! I wish I could be a fly on the wall when she starts to play!”

“I’m done! Let’s get out of here!”

*****

“Any problems?” asked Valeria.

“None,” muttered Kayla nervously, “I can manage all the doors. The one into the istration block and the one in the Warden’s office are a little tricky, but now I have done them once they shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Excellent. And the jackets?”

Alina leaned against the storage shed wall and looked out the window. The wind was picking up and the snowflakes, the size of bay tree leaves, whirled around, “I hid them in the cupboard. She has some weird fucking shit in there.”

Valeria turned her head so no one saw her blush.

“Looks like the storm is coming right on queue,” said Roksana.

“Are you sure you can fly in a blizzard?” asked Maria.

“No one in their right mind would fly a helicopter in these conditions. Luckily for you, I have never been considered in my right mind,” replied Roksana.

“That doesn’t sound encouraging,” mumbled Maria.

“And how are our ports?” asked Ivana, “I hope the photo in mine is of a super cute girl!”

“They are all ready. They are the best matches I can manage. Perhaps a few of us might want to restyle our hair before we cross the border.”

“But they are good enough to get us across?” pressed Valeria.

“As long as there are no heightened security measures… for a standard inspection, we should be fine.”

“Should?” queried Valeria

“I did the best with what I had. Just smile and be polite. I am sure we can all manage that. Well, maybe not Roksana,” replied Maria.

The group laughed while Roksana just shrugged.

“Tomorrow night,” started Valeria, “That’s when the storm is meant to hit hardest. If it is anything like last year the guards won’t be able to see past the muzzles of their own guns. We go at three AM when the guards will be asleep, drunk or fucking.”

*****

It was midday and the sky looked like it was almost dusk. The snow clouds that had threatened to move west for the last few days had made their move. Rita hadn’t seen weather like it, sure she had seen blizzards and cold winters were just part of being Russian, but this was different. The wind howled down from the craggy peaks, blowing up snow in a fine mist and spraying it over the prison. That was in addition to the huge snowflakes that now fell at a near horizontal angle.

“Welcome to the Arctic Circle,” said Evva climbing into the watchtower from below.

“Is it always this bad?”

“This? This is just the start. Come nightfall it is going to be a complete whiteout, and tomorrow…well tomorrow is going to be like living in a snowglobe! Sixty mile per hour winds, minus thirty degrees and snow so heavy you could get lost in the courtyard down there.”

“Do we need to take any extra precautions? With the prisoners, I mean.”

“With the prisoners? No,” laughed Evva, “Quite the opposite. They will stay tucked in their bunks and won’t give us any trouble. We probably won’t even bother with guards in the watchtowers. It’s not like we will be able to see anything anyway. So maybe tomorrow night, you and me… could hide out the storm in my cabin, have a few drinks…maybe fool around a little?” Evva asked nervously.

“Evva, this is sweet… but I told you. I am straight.”

“That’s not what I heard… I heard that you had that smoking hot Latina in your bed the other night.”

“I…I think the Major just sent her… you know after the fright I got… guess she thought it would get my mind off things.”

“And did it?”

“No…no… we didn’t do anything. It was awkward… as I said I am straight so I had to sleep in a bed with this stranger… it was very uncomfortable. Don’t

mention it to the Major… I want her to think I appreciated her… gift…”

“Sure… no problem… still taking time to adjust. I understand. Well, you might want a girl in your bed for the next few nights to warm you up. Let me know if you change your mind. A lot of the guards are already picking their ‘bed warmers’ for the next few nights, I don’t want you to miss out.”

*****

There was no yard time, not that any of the prisoners wanted to be outside. Maria sat on her bunk next to Kayla, the bed covers pulled tight around them. The temperature had been dropping for the last few days and in the last twentyfour hours it had plummeted.

“In a few days will be back home. We can put this nightmare behind us,” said Kayla.

Maria fidgeted but said nothing.

“What? The plan will work. It is easy to get to the Warden’s door and then it is just maybe a mile down to the helicopter. By the time the guards realize anything is wrong we will be in the only vehicle that they could have used to catch us,” continued Kayla, trying to sound confident.

“It isn’t the guards I am worried about… it is the others. Kayla, they needed me for the ports, they need you to get to the Warden’s door…after that…”

“After that, what?” asked Kayla nervously.

“The moment we step outside they don’t need us. Roksana flies the helicopter, Alina covers their transport to the border. We are just dead weight.”

“You think they will leave us behind?”

“I just think we need a plan… our own plan,” replied Maria.

“Ok…”

“Do you have one?”

“Maybe…”

*****

Rita patrolled through the cellblock. Evva was right, most of the inmates were

huddled in their cells. She felt bad for them. Even through her thick jacket and fur hat she could feel the cold clawing at her, the prisoners had little more than a few blankets and each other to keep warm. Her knee ached with every single step and she decided it was best to keep walking in an attempt to warm it up.

She checked the laundry room and as she had expected there was quite a crowd of people in there. They sat pressed against the tumble dryers and washing machines trying to keep warm. They looked at her with concern. She was meant to disperse any large groups but under the circumstances, she didn’t have the heart. She continued her patrol down the corridors checking the shower block was empty. It was a favorite haunt of some of the prisoners to use it to drag weaker girls for their own amusement, away from the prying eyes of most guards. And while Evva told her not to worry about it, she was not going to allow any girl to be raped while she was on duty. But the showers were empty. If it got any colder the pipes would freeze up, she thought.

“Hey,” came a familiar voice and Rita’s heart skipped.

“What are you doing here?” she asked with a smile as Maria called out from the changing room.

“Actually I was following you.”

“Were you, now. Are you planning to shiv me, inmate?” she asked with a grin.

Maria was shaking with cold, dressing in just her sweatsuit.

“You are going to freeze to death!” gasped Rita, “Come here.”

Rita opened her thick jacket up and Maria huddled into her arms. Rita felt Maria’s cold body as she wrapped her jacket around her as best as she could.

“I’m sorry about this cold. They are using all the hot water to warm the istration block. It shouldn’t be allowed. Are you ok? I have missed you… a lot…”

“I’m ok. You have missed me?” grinned Maria, pressing her body even tighter against Rita, “Tell me what you have missed.”

Rita’s mind stumbled as she searched for words but she didn’t have the chance to answer as Maria kissed her on the lips, tongue slipping inside her mouth. Rita squeezed Maria tight and circled the tongue with her own. She felt hands take her ass and knead her cheeks while a leg moved between her and rubbed against her crotch. The touch was a small surge of pleasure and Rita intensified her kissed, her tongue taking control and pushing into Maria’s mouth. Then she felt her belt buckle being unfastened and she held onto Maria tight in anticipation. A hand pushed its way into her panties and she opened her legs to allow it east access. Fingertips caressed her labia lips which responded immediately to the touch.

“Oh…oh…”

“Mmm… You are wet for me…good,” purred Maria.

“I can’t stop thinking about you…and the other night…”

“Maybe you should invite me over again…,” two of Maria’s fingers found their way into Rita’s rapidly wettening pussy, “…tonight.”

“I…I… oh… I can try.”

“I hear a lot of the guards are getting girls over to their cabins tonight… to keep each other warm. Do you want me to keep you warm tonight?” Maria nuzzled into Rita’s neck and kissed her deeply while her hand continued to work her below.”

“Yes…”

Maria withdrew her fingers and held them in front of Rita’s face. She could see her own arousal on them and took a sharp breath as Maria licked them clean. Maria took Rita’s hands and pushed them under her top and onto her breasts. Rita immediately started to knead them while Maria’s hand returned to her panties. Maria pushed Rita against the wall giving her more leverage to finger her pussy. Rita moaned in submission as Maria’s fingers curled up inside her and worked her top wall hard and fast. Maria kissed her deeply.

“Let’s finish this tonight,” Maria whispered in her ear.

*****

“The next two nights we are going into Whiteout Protocol,” said Ksenia standing at the far end of the guards’ break room, “We’ve seen blizzards before, but I have been told this one is going to be exceptional.”

Rita stood next to Evva as the Warden addressed the troops. They were all huddled together and Rita noticed how every guard hung on Ksenia’s every word and looked at her with total iration. Rita had to it she was an impressivelooking woman, tall, sophisticated and spoke with an almost mesmerizing elegance. Ever since her ‘encounter’ with Maria a few nights ago she had found herself looking at women differently. Was Evva right, did all straight women turn when in such total isolation?

Ksenia’s eyes fell on Rita as she continued her address and Rita felt herself blush under those sharp eyes. She had never spoken to the Warden one on one and this was the closest she had ever been to her.

“So the next two nights I want two extra guards in the gate watchtower and an extra guard inside the cellblock. But apart from that, I am happy for the rest of the night shift to take the nights off. Major, arrange the duty roster accordingly.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“And since it will be cold in your cabins, why don’t you all go down to the cellblock after this meeting and each of you pick yourself a ‘bed warmer’ for the night,” said Ksenia with a grin.

A rumble of excitement went through the room.

“I know it is tough out here. I know only the best come for the winter and I appreciate it. So you all deserve some hot pussy tonight!”

The guards dispersed and eagerly headed down to the cellblocks to choose a girl.

“There’s this new Lithuanian girl that came in last month,” said Evva as she headed to the door with Rita, “Eugenia told me she has this way of sucking clit that literally had her in multiple orgasms for five minutes! So hurry up!”

“Ok, I coming,” gasped Rita as she pushed through the throng of eager bodies.

“So have you decided to pick a ‘bed warmer’ tonight?”

Rita blushed, “Yes… I… I really liked talking to that American girl… she helps me with my English…”

“Helps you with your English?” laughed Evva, “You really are straight!”

They were about to finally get out the door when that elegant voice stopped Rita in her tracks.

“Rita, isn’t it?”

Rita turned to see the Warden eying her.

“Yes…yes… Ma’am.”

Ksenia beckoned her over with a long finger and Rita pushed back through the crowd of bodies.

“I’ve heard about our latest recruit. Sorry it has taken this long to meet you.”

“I know you are a very busy woman.”

“True, but I do like to make time to get to know all my employees. The personal touch is important. Perhaps tomorrow afternoon you come around to my office and we can get to know each other… a little better.”

Rita felt the Warden’s eyes move up and down her body, undressing her as they went. It was very clear what ‘getting to know each other’ meant for the Warden. And while she was able to turn down Evva’s advances it was going to be difficult to reject the Warden.

“Su…Sure… That would be nice,” stammered Rita.

“Excellent. Now, off you go and find yourself a pretty thing to keep you warm tonight before all the beautiful ones are taken.”

“Yes, Miss… thank you Miss,” nodded Rita.

*****

“All inmates return to their cells. Return to your cells!” boomed the Major’s voice over the tannoy.

The prisoners slunk back to the cells from all corners of the cell block, many knew what was about to happen. When the inmates were sitting on their bunks the guards moved into the cellblock, there were about fifty of them and they all eagerly spread out searching for a girl to choose for the night.

Rita walked among them, she felt embarrassed and ashamed to be part of such a process, but she was desperate to be with Maria again. Especially after their warm-up session earlier.

“You! Stand up! Let me see your titties!” called out one of the guards to a young prisoner.

The prisoner looked around nervously but the number of guards around was too intimidating to resist, so she stood and, with a red face, lifted her top.

“Mmm nice, cute small titties… let me see your ass!”

The girl was too ashamed to make eye with her cellmates and with eyes fixed on the floor, turned around and let her pants drop down to her ankles.

“Bend over!”

She did so, knowing she was exposing herself totally to hundreds of onlookers. She needn’t have worried because she was not alone to be told to strip and most girls were more worried about their own predicament. Dozens of inmates dropped their pants and pulled up their tops to expose themselves.

Rita heard all kinds of belittling orders and comments ring out through the cell.

“Look at that fat ass!”

“Those titties are far too small!”

“Spread that pussy, let me see how tight it is!”

She was sure she heard Evva called out a few humiliating instructions as well. But she focused on getting to Maria’s cell and got there just in time as another guard was moving along that row checking out the merchandise.

“You! Prisoner!” shouted Rita at Maria, “Put these handcuffs on!”

Maria felt a thrill at Rita being so commanding and the handcuffs brought back sexy images of the other night. Rita grabbed Maria by the collar and marched her out of the cell. All around other girls were also being chosen, cuffed and taken away.

“Kayla, please can we get my friend Kayla? She’s on the next level,” pleaded Maria.

“What do you mean?”

“She is my friend, I don’t want to leave her here… alone… I promise I will make it worth your while.”

Rita nodded, “Ok… I can try.”

Rita went over to the Major who was inspecting a couple of girls.

“You, squeeze your nipples, I want to see them erect. And you, show me your

asshole!” demanded the Major from two inmates.

“Excuse, Major.”

“Oh, hello Rita. I see you are going for the Latina again. Maybe I will give her a ride next time.”

“She… she told me she… fucks best with the other American…” blushed Rita, “Can I take both of them?” she asked nervously.

“And I heard rumors you were straight! Glad they aren’t true! Sure, because it’s you. Keep them cuffed together, ok?”

“Yes, will do! Thank you!”

“No problem, maybe one day you will return the favor?” grinned the Major lecherously.

Rita had no choice but to nod. They hurried up to Kayla’s cell where Roksana was leaning, unconcerned, against the wall, all guards knew better than try to bed her. Kayla sat on the bed nervously watching the guards drag girls out of the cells.

“You, inmate! Come with me!” said Rita pointing at Kayla.

Kayla looked over to Roksana for instruction.

“What is this? She is my igrushka. You know the rules, you can’t touch her,” snarled Roksana.

“Rules? The only rule is I’m a guard and you are the prisoner, so you do what I say, understand?”

“You are new, so maybe you don’t know how things work around here. But if you take her then you will find yourself back in the laundry and that truncheon of yours right up your tight little ass!”

Rita pulled said truncheon from her belt, “Are you threatening me, inmate? Do you want me to call some of my friends over so you can repeat that threat? Because I have dozens of women out here who would happily take turns using their truncheons on your ass!”

Roksana snorted and looked away.

“Wow, didn’t know you were so commanding,” whispered Maria in Rita’s ear, “It turns me on!”

Rita grinned and took hold of Kayla and handcuffed her to Maria.

Under the watchful gaze of the Major, the guards led their bed warmers out the cellblock while she checked them off on her clipboard. She then took both the girls she had inspected and took them away.

*****

The guards took their prisoners out into the night and despite the blizzard, the guards were in good spirits. Maria pulled her jacket tight around her with her free hand and held on to Kayla with the other. It was a strange procession and Maria saw some of the girls look nervously around as the guards pawed at them, eager to be able to have them back at their cabins. Maria imagined what it would be like tomorrow night, fleeing headlong into the freezing storm. It was only a ten-minute walk to the guards’ cabins, but by the time they had gotten their her feet were numb in her thin plimsolls, and while the jackets were warm, they were not designed for prolonged walks in the Arctic blizzards.

With vulgar laughs and cheers between the guards, all the inmates were shoved into the stone cabins. Maria felt a wave of pity for some who no doubt were going to be used and abused by the meaner guards.

“Let’s get the fire going,” said Rita and got to work throwing more logs onto the dying embers.

As the fire slowly rekindled Rita took the handcuffs off Kayla and Rita. Kayla looked around suspiciously.

“It’s ok,” said Maria, “Rita isn’t going to hurt us. I just wanted to get you away from Roksana.”

“Ok…” muttered Kayla dubiously, then whispered, “Does she want to fuck us?”

Maria blushed. She had just been focused on getting Kayla safe for the night, she hadn’t really considered the sex part. She was still finding her way with her new sexuality and having to share it with her best friend was going to be… awkward.

“No,” interrupted Rita, “I don’t want to… fuck you…” she glanced at Maria, “Er… I mean I do…” it was Rita’s turn to go red, “Just I mean… I’m not like the other guards, I’m not going to make you do anything. We can just stay warm together…”

Kayla and Maria shared a look and laughed, “Wow,” said Kayla, “She really isn’t like the other guards. She is sweet.”

Rita fidgeted unsure what to do or say and then opted for being a polite host, “There is a small bathroom back there, you are welcome to shower…wash… or whatever…”

“Is it hot?” asked Kayla hopefully.

Rita shrugged, “It’s warm… a lot warmer than what you get inside.”

“Well I will give it a go!” smiled Kayla and vanished through the door.

When there was the sound of running water Rita sat next to Maria on the bed, “I was hoping it was just going to be us…” Rita took her hand.

“I’m sorry…but I couldn’t leave her in there overnight… it is freezing and the only way she can keep warm is with that… Roksana…”

“I understand… you are a good friend,” smiled Rita.

“But I wanted it too…” replied Maria and edged closer.

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

They both leaned in together and kissed. Just softly to start and then mouths started to open and tongues eagerly came into play, licking each other and swirling around. They fell back onto the bed and Maria pulled Rita in close, her hands searching for and finding a way under the thick shirt and cupping Rita’s breast through her bra. The touch fired Rita’s ion and her own hands went under Maria’s coat and down the back of her sweatpants and grabbed hold of her firm, round ass.

Maria rolled on top of Rita, her hand slipping under the bra and directly onto the breasts where she found a rock-hard nipple. Rita continued to knead and spread Maria’s ass as they continued to kiss heatedly.

“Fuck… you turn me on so easily… I am so wet for you…” gasped Rita.

“Me… too… my pussy is soaked for you,” panted Maria in response.

Both simultaneously went for each other’s crotches, Maria tugging at Rita’s belt buckle while Rita’s hand slipped easily into Maria’s sweatpants. As Maria had said, she was indeed soaking. Rita ran her hand up and down the wet pussy lips, rubbing hard and fast. A moment later and Maria had got the belt off and her hand was pushed into Rita’s panties. Rita spread her legs wide and moaned and fingers touched her clit and began to rub it in rough circles.

The shower water stopped and they heard movement in the bathroom. In agonizing frustration, they moved apart and Rita hurriedly buckled back up her belt just in time as the door opened.

“Mmm… that felt good. And it’s warming up in here nicely too,” said Kayla.

Rita and Maria looked at each other sheepishly.

“I meant the fire,” laughed Kayla nodding at the log burner that now had bright

orange flames licking at the cast iron, “But maybe things are warming up between you two as well… Do you want me to go back in the bathroom for another… hour?” she teased.

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” stammered Rita, “I…I’m going to have a shower. Please make yourselves comfortable. There is tea if you want.”

When she was gone Kayla burst out laughing, “Maria! Do you have a sexy new girlfriend?”

“Shut up!”

“She is cute! Like super cute! But I didn’t know you liked girls now?”

“I…don’t… Well… I’m not sure…”

“You know if things go well tomorrow,” said Kayla, dropping to a whisper, “That in a few days we will be back in America and we can go back to sucking cock instead.”

“I do like cock…” laughed Maria, “But…”

“But?”

“I like her…”

“Well, maybe she can come and visit!”

Maria listened to make sure she could hear running water, “Listen Kayla,” her tone suddenly becoming very serious. I want her to help us out tomorrow.”

“Help us? Maria! We can’t trust her! Not with this! It is too important! This is our one shot! Stop thinking with your pussy!”

“Kayla! Keep your voice down. Ivana’s plan is crazy! You saw the blizzard outside, tomorrow it is going to be worse! How the fuck are we meant to climb down a mountain in the dark and then fly a helicopter in a fucking snowstorm? And that is even assuming they actually took us with them! I have a plan, we just need to convince Rita.”

“And how are we going to convince her?... Maria?! You want us to…together?”

“I don’t know… we just have to be convincing…”

The shower water stopped and Maria put the kettle on the log burner. The door opened and Rita came out.

“Listen, I can sleep on the floor,” said Rita, “I get to sleep in a warm bed every night. You two should take it.”

“No…no way. This is your cabin you must sleep in the bed,” replied Maria.

“Yeah…I am sure we will all fit in…” agreed Kayla reluctantly.

“I don’t see how… but we can try…”

“I’ve put the kettle on so sit down,” said Maria taking Rita’s hand and pulling her so she sat down between the two Americans.

“When I signed up to be a prison guard this isn’t how I imagined it,” laughed Rita nervously.

“When I signed up to be a criminal this isn’t how I imagined it either,” added Kayla.

The wind picked up and lashed the side of the small stone hut, threatening to tear the tiles off the roof and rattling the windows in their frames.

Maria squeezed Rita’s hand and sidled up even closer to her, “Well I’m glad you picked us to be here and not in that wretched hell hole.”

“Yeah…thanks. I wasn’t looking forward to tonight,” added Kayla, “If you hadn’t picked me I would be squashed between my cellmates trying to keep warm as they each take turns with me.”

“What happens in there is truly awful… I am so sorry,” said Rita and turned and took off Kayla’s dog collar, “No one should be treated liked that.”

“I can see why Maria loves you,” grinned Kayla.

“Kayla!” snapped Maria.

“Oh, Maria loves me, does she?” teased Rita and turned back to Maria.

“She is such a stirring little bitch,” replied Maria blushing and shaking her head.

They drank tea and chatted about their lives before prison, about happier times while they listened to the wind blow fiercely outside. When it was late they all lay down on the small bed and shuffled around to get comfortable.

“Well this is certainly cozy,” sighed Kayla who was pressed against the wall with Rita in between her and Maria.

“I can sleep on the floor, I really don’t mind,” said Rita.

“No, I want you here,” whispered Maria and slipped a hand down between Rita’s legs. In response, Rita froze and her eyes opened wide.

After about half an hour the flames from the fire were the only light and the three women had just about managed to get comfortable. Maria and Rita were face to face and when Rita opened her eyes she could just make out Maria looking back at her. Maria stroked a stray hair from Rita’s face and then ran the tips of her fingers gently across her chin. Rita smiled and put her hand on Maria’s waist.

Maria edged her face closer until their lips touched and they began to kiss softly. Rita’s hand slipped into Maria’s sweatpants and over her ass and gave a cheek a firm squeeze. This got an immediate response as Maria’s tongue surged from her mouth and into Rita’s.

Rita felt her whole body responding and the erotic situation was intensified by the fact her back was pressing against another girl. She wanted Maria’s hands on her body. Her breasts felt full and her hard nipples ached to be squeezed, licked… bitten. Her pussy was heating up and she squirmed her legs together to rub at her clit.

“Stop…” she panted in a whisper, “If we don’t stop now I won’t be able to.”

Maria’s response was to push a hand between Rita’s closed thighs and rub up and down her pussy, “Did you say you wanted me to stop?”

The touch on her engorged labia lips made Rita’s legs open wide to allow Maria’s fingers complete freedom. She clenched her teeth to suppress a moan.

“Oh…oh…oh… We will wake Kayla,” she gasped.

“I’m not asleep,” came the response.

Rita blushed hard, her face burned, “Sorry. Maria, we need to stop!”

Rita felt a hand wrap around her, this time it came from behind and Kayla reached around and cupped a breast.

“Just relax,” purred Maria, “We are both going to thank you for letting us stay here tonight.”

Rita’s felt her pulse throbbing from her clit right the way through her body as Maria’s lips kissed hers and Kayla continued to knead her breast and kiss the side of her neck.

“I…I’m not sure…” spluttered Rita.

“Let’s take your clothes off,” Maria replied softly and pulled Rita’s top up and

over her head. Rita fell back to the mattress with the two women looking down at her. her nipples had never been so hard in her life and they were crying out to be touched.

“They are nice,” said Kayla.

“Would you like us to suck them?” asked Maria.

Rita could only manage a meek nod.

Maria felt weird sharing this moment with Kayla. They had been best friends for ages and had hugged, and cuddled up on occasion, but that was just a platonic friendship… two girls just showing each other they care. This was now sharing a very sexual experience. But Kayla took Rita’s hard left nipple into her mouth without hesitation. Maria guessed that Kayla’s experiences with Roksana over the last few weeks had made her more accepting of lesbian sexual acts. Rita’s moan encouraged Maria to take the other nipple into her mouth too. She felt the hard little nub and ran the flat of her tongue against it hard while she clamped it in place with her teeth.

“Oh…Oh…”

Maria moved her hand down between Rita’s legs and felt her dripping pussy. Her arousal was now running down her labia lips, over her perineum and onto the mattress. A moment later and she felt Kayla’s hand hers. Maria’s eased a couple of fingers inside Rita while Kayla used her fingertips to start making circles around the exposed clit. They both pleasured Rita’s pussy while they continued to lick and suck her nipples until Rita was writhing around in the bed,

gasping for breath and moaning loudly.

“Mmm…fuck…Mmm…”

“She seems to be enjoying it,” teased Kayla lifting her head from a breast.

“She sounds so sexy when she moans,” sighed Maria also looking up from the breast she had been attending to.

“Your girlfriend’s pussy is so wet!”

“I wouldn’t call her my girlfriend…”

“Then what would you call me?” asked Rita between moans.

“Go on, kiss her!” encouraged Kayla.

Maria leaned down and kissed Rita whose tongue greeted her in a wild frenzy, hungry and desperate. All the while Maria continued to finger fuck Rita’s pussy while Kayla worked the clit.

“Oh…oh…I’m going to come!” gasped Rita, pulling away from the kiss, her pants making her chest rise and fall quickly.

“Mmm… that was quick,” laughed Kayla, “She must like what we are doing!”

“I’ve never been touched by two people…. Two girls before… it feels amazing…oh…fuck…”

“Fuck, you look so sexy,” said Maria, looking at Rita as her mouth opened and closed in deepening gasps and her eyes started to roll back.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…!”

“That’s it, come all over our fingers,” said Kayla, speeding up the circles she was tracing around Rita’s nub.

“I’m going to…I’m going to…Oh…Oh…fuck!”

Rita hit her orgasm hard and her legs spread open and squeezed closed again and again while her legs straighten out.

“You are right, she is beautiful when she comes,” said Kayla.

“Hmm… that felt so good… now I want to see both of you…” smiled Rita and lifted up both Maria’s and Kayla’s top. The two friends looked at each other

awkwardly but then both pulled off their tops. Rita, still lying flat on the bed ired the breasts. Maria’s were full and round with the neat dark areola’s while Kayla’s were small, pert with light pink nipples. Rita took one of their breasts in each hand and gently rolled the nipples.

“Both of your hearts are really beating fast,” teased Rita, “Come here,” she pulled them both down so they lay on half of her each, Maria’s left breast pressed against Rita’s right and Kayla the opposite. The heat of the three bodies, of bare skin pressed against bare skin was intense. Rita moved her hands down between each girl’s legs, and onto their pussys, “Mmm… you are both so wet,” she then began to finger them both at the same time.

Maria moaned while Kayla’s purred, pushing themselves hard onto Rita’s hand, allowing themselves to be fucked deeper.

Rita could feel the two girls breathe heavily on her face, their lips just inched away. She turned to Maria and kissed her, running her tongue along the Latina’s lower lip. Then she turned her head and kissed Kayla. Her lips were small, but the kiss was just as ionate and Rita felt the tongue push into her mouth. Maria clearly didn’t want to be left out and her mouth ed the kiss. Their three faces pressed together, their three tongues stretched out and licking each other with complete abandon. Rough tops of tongues caressed slick, smooth undersides and none of the girls knew whose tongue was whose and none of them cared.

Maria felt Kayla’s hand reach out and squeeze her ass, so she reciprocated. Kayla’s ass was much smaller but very firm. Maria ran her finger along her crack until it reached the small contours created by her anus, she then started to circle it, tease it. As she hoped Kayla followed her lead and searched out Maria’s tight ass hole. Still hoping Kayla would copy her, Maria started to probe Kayla, her finger gently pushing inside her until it found an opening and sild inside. With fingers in her pussy and another in her ass, Kayla moaned, redirected her

kiss to Rita’s neck and nibbled at her skin. Maria felt her own back opening being breached as Kayla pushed an extended middle finger into her ass, right up to her knuckle.

Maria purred through the kiss as she felt both her anus and vagina filled with fingers from two different women. It made her feel so emotionally close to them both. But she wanted more…

“I need you to lick my pussy, Rita. I need your tongue inside me!” Maria gasped, lust heavy in her voice.

Rita nodded with eagerness. Maria repositioned herself, moving her legs up towards Rita’s face, in turn she found her own face moving towards Kayla’s crotch. As she felt Rita’s tongue lap at her swollen lips, Maria pulled Kayla’s crotch into her face. Kayla didn’t resist, she just opened her legs. Maria smelt her sweet feminine scent and took in the delicate lips before she plunged her face into Kayla’s lips and started to eat her.

Kayla gasped and squeezed Maria’s head between her thighs. She could see Maria was also being eaten out leaving Rita the only one not being pleasured. Kayla considered whether Maria would mind her licking her new girlfriend’s pussy, then desire flooded all reason. She pulled at Rita’s legs and maneuvered her in a position where she had access to the Russian guard’s flower. It was neat and delicate and glistened with arousal in the firelight. Despite normally hating being made to eat out Roksana’s pussy, now Kayla found herself desperate to taste this beautiful woman… to pleasure her. She leaned in and licked at the shiny nub that was just visible.

All three women lapped away at each other, hands gripping ass, nodding heads locked between thighs. Maria was first to feel the pressure in her clit build

exponentially. Each lick on her nub more pleasurable than the last as she became more and more sensitive. And the greater the pleasure the more she was driven to deliver some herself. She licked at Kayla’s small pussy, forcing her tongue inside her friend, as far and as deep as possible.

Kayla had learned a few tricks over the last few weeks and instead of just focusing on Rita’s pussy, she let her tongue roam further afield, tracing a line up and down the perineum and feathering the anus with the very tip of her tongue. On occasions, Roksana had done this to her and she knew how it felt, the most exquisite tingle, a sensation unlike anything else. She circled Rita’s hole with the lightest of touches and felt the Russian squirm beneath her. Rita knew she was hitting the spot just right and gave the anus a gentle flick of her tongue before returning to her pussy.

Knowing it was Rita’s tongue inside her drove Maria crazy, knowing that beautiful face was locked against her sex and was tasting her juices sent her over the edge. The pleasure and emotion fired off in her body and created an intense climax that she rode through by holding onto Kayla’s ass and continuing to lick and lick at her pussy.

Rita could taste Maria’s orgasm, and she lapped up the juices and didn’t relent. She couldn’t help herself, while her own sex was being so pleasured by Kayla’s tongue, all she wanted to do was bury herself in the heat and ecstasy of the experience. Kayla clearly knew what she was doing and when she felt her whole clit sucked into Kayla’s hot, wet mouth and then targeted with an unrelenting tongue she came. She gripped Kayla’s head between her thighs and rubbed herself against the girl’s lips forcing out every fraction of pleasure.

Knowing Rita had orgasmed was enough to send Kayla over the edge. The friend she had known for years was now licking her to climax, and although she knew their friendship could never be the same again she didn’t care – she just wanted to come. Maria ran a final circle around Kayla’s nub with the flat of her

tongue and Kayla’s whole body spasmed.

The girls sat up from their positions, each seeing the cum shining on each other’s lips, and without a word, they swapped partners and began the pleasuring afresh. By the time they could come no more, the fire had almost burned out, but it no longer mattered, their own body warmth was all they needed.

“Rita,” said Maria, as she ran her hands up and down the Russian’s bare arm.

“Hmm?” came the sleepy reply.

“We need your help…”

Chapter Twelve – Salvation or Damnation

Valeria couldn’t sleep. She played out her plan again and again in her mind, thinking of every variable, every problem and every solution. She rolled over and pulled the thick blankets tight around herself and Ivana. It was cold even in the boiler room. Ivana started to whimper in her sleep and rolling from side to side.

“Ssh, my love,” Valeria pulled her in close and even though Ivana went still the fearful whimpering continued, “I’m here, it’s ok.”

The cold started to intensify and the darkness almost became tangible and Valeria knew they weren’t alone. ‘This fucking place!’ she thought to herself. Like a child, she slowly pulled the blankets over her head and then held onto Ivana even tighter. She knew it would , it always did. Whatever dead thing that owned the shadows at night didn’t linger long. She could hear footsteps, heavy boots on flagstone, even though the room was now carpeted. Ivana gave another whimper and struggled in her arms. ‘I’m a soldier! I’ve seen death, real death…I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid…’ she said to herself even as she squeezed her eyes tight and trembled.

“Soon…”

Valeria’s eyes sprung open. She was sure she had heard a voice…faint and distant like a voice being carried on the wind from far away. Her heart pounded, her palms sweated and instantly chilled. She hugged Ivana, no longer wanting to comfort her but to be comforted herself, to feel warmth and life. The footsteps continued, louder, closer than before, ‘tap, tap, tap, tap’. It sounded as if

whoever, whatever was making them was now standing right over the bed. With a shaking hand she reached under her pillow and felt the handle of a cold metal blade. She clenched her teeth, took several deep breaths, ‘I’m not afraid…I’m not afraid…’ and then she pulled the blankets back thrust the knife out in front of her towards the sound.

“What the fuck do you want?” she cried, she had hoped it would have been an angry, vicious shout, but her voice came out weak and thin and fearful.

All around was the darkness, deep and pitch but even in that there was a shade of a shadow even darker than the surrounding, a figure made up of a stygian blackness standing over her. Valeria's blood turned to ice and she dropped the blade as whatever was there looked at her, not with eyes but with a mind, cold and dead.

There was a scream. A shriek that emanated from the courtyard and penetrated the thick stone walls and sliced into the very souls of every prisoner that huddled inside. The scream was long and every note was made up of pain and fear.

Valeria pulled the blankets back over herself and Ivana and lay on top of the girl, she just wanted to keep her safe to protect her from whatever was out there. She felt Ivana grip her tightly, felt the girl’s heart pounding against her chest. And together they just lay there until they felt, rather than saw, the darkness recede and bitter cold return to the usual chill.

*****

When dawn broke Valeria opened her eyes and sat up. Nervously she looked around the room. Everything was normal. The old drab furniture, the carpet with a thousand stains, the peeling green plaster on the walls. In the light of day, it was easy to dismiss the events of last night, to mark them up to a nightmare or overactive imagination. She did her best to exactly that. Then she saw the knife on the floor and the image of the shade standing over her flashed into her mind and she shivered.

“Hey,” came Ivana’s sweet voice.

Ivana looked over to see the petite girl stretch, her small titties flattening out against her chest as she did.

“Hey yourself, most beautiful girl in the world,” smiled Valeria.

“Me? Beautiful? Ok,” shrugged Ivana with a grin, “So this is our last day.”

“Yes… I am not going to miss this place.”

“Valeria…”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I’m afraid… like really afraid…”

Valeria saw the fear in Ivana’s face and lay back down next to her, “It’s a solid plan. It will work.”

Tears welled up in Ivana’s eyes, “But…I’m still scared…so many things could go wrong…”

“Hey! While I am with you nothing is going wrong and since I am never, never ever leaving you, you don’t have to worry.”

Ivana smiled and wiped away the tears before they ran down her face, but Valeria still saw she was full of fear and doubt.

“Ivana… if you have changed your mind that is ok. Yes, this place is a hellhole, yes this place is the worst place on Earth. But we do have each other, so if you want to stay and just be together here… then… then… well I don’t care where I am, just that I am with you.”

The tears returned in force and now ran freely down Ivana’s cheeks, “You look tough, but you are such a softie, my big bear!” she half laughed, half choked through her tears, “No…we can’t stay here… you know one day all this will come crashing down. They will find out we are no longer part of any Mafia family and they will turn on us… We go… tonight. But first…”

“Hmm?”

“Make love to me.”

“Is that part of the plan?” grinned Valeria as she mounted Ivana.

“Of course! It is the most important part!”

Valeria lay flat on top of Ivana, ing herself on her elbows and looked down into the girl’s eyes.

“I love you… I love you so much it hurts,” she sighed then she closed her eyes and kissed and tasted Ivana.

Valeria’s mouth opened and closed over Ivana’s and the tips of their tongue touched in the middle. Ivana’s legs opened and Valeria pushed the top of her thigh hard against the girl’s sex and started to hump against her. Ivana wrapped her arms around Valeria’s muscular back and ran her nails gently over the soft skin.

Ivana lifted and pushed a leg between Valeria’s legs and up until she heard Valeria purr. She could tell by how easily Valeria’s pussy glided against her that she was soaking wet and knowing this only made her more aroused. Valeria started to thrust harder with her legs, driving with all her strength into Ivana’s sex, up and down, hard and fast. With her powerful arms she pulled the girl into her, desperate for her heat, desperate to feel their sweat against her skin. Ivana’s hands moved down over Valeria’s round ass and squeezed with every thrust. The heat became tremendous as the two bodies tangled and writhed with each other. Their sweat mixed and lubricated their skin as their breasts caressed each other. Valeria sped up, needing not only her orgasm but also to look into Ivana’s eyes

as she came. She grabbed Ivana’s wrists and pinned them down against the mattress.

“Gentle…my love… always be gentle with me…” whimpered Ivana.

“Sorry...” panted Valeria and eased the pace to slow hard thrusts and let go of Ivana’s wrists.

“Mmm…I am all yours…” purred Ivana, her eyes half closed, her lips open.

The sight of her sweet, innocent face overcome by pleasure was too much for Valeria and she came quickly and hard, “Oh…Oh….ohhh!” Her body convulsed, “Fuuck… I love you…”

“I love you too…please make me come… make me come for you,” panted Ivana as she was close.

Valeria focussed all her efforts on pleasuring Ivana, humping down with strong, controlled thrusts from her hips, driving her thigh up and down against her clit.

“That’s it, don’t stop…”

Valeria couldn’t take her eyes off the perfect face as Ivana looked up at her with heavy lids.

“You’ve got me… Oh…oh… I’m coming for you…” the petite girl went perfectly still then her whole body twitched and wiggled beneath Valeria and sharp uncontrolled spasms of pleasure.

“Kiss me…”

Valeria did, she kissed her with every bit of love and emotion she had.

*****

When Rita stepped out of her cabin that morning the world a flurry of white. It was hard to see even a few feet in front of her as she led Maria and Kayla back up to the prison. She could hear, rather than see, other guards returned their ‘bed warmers’ up the path in front of her, the path which was invisible under almost two feet of snow. She was glad she was wearing her thick boots and felt bad for the inmates that still wore their thin canvas plimsolls in the deep snow.

With the prisoners returned to the cellblock she went to the Canteen. The other guards were grinning happily, obviously very happy with themselves after getting laid. But the prisoners were exceptionally quiet and muttered sullenly amongst themselves.

She saw Evva stroll over, grinning like the cat who got the cream, “Sleep well?”

“Yeah…I guess,” replied Rita.

“After that Lithuanian girl had finished me I slept like the dead. Seriously I came so hard I thought I had died!”

“Glad you had a good time.”

“What’s with you? Heard you had both those American girls in your cabin last night. Maybe you didn’t get much sleep at all?” teased Evva.

Rita blushed but said nothing.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I told you, everyone turns lesbian here. Some quicker than others. If you want to go back home and start taking cock again that is up to you, but here it is just about hot, wet, pussy and that pussy is everywhere!”

“You know they are people… not objects.”

“Oh come on newbie, these women aren’t saints! They are murders, bank robbers even fucking terrorists. They were sent here to be punished! And us guards aren’t paid enough just to sit here in the Arctic Circle and play with ourselves!”

“Are they all bad? You know the system in this country… it doesn’t take much to be labeled a terrorist.”

“Rita! Those Americans were trying to smuggle weapons into Chechnya. Who do you think those Chechnyians were going to shoot with those weapons? Russian soldiers. I served and the idea that those foreign bitches came to our country to give weapons to our enemies pisses me off! They are horrible people! All of them, you need to open your eyes and see that!” snorted Evva and stomped off.

Rita walked around the prison doing her rounds in a daze. A thousand thoughts spinning in her mind. Was Maria really a bad person? Could she live herself she helped them? Could she live with them if she didn’t?

She headed back to the guard’s breakroom eager for a hot drink to warm herself up. When she got there the guards were still in a good mood and she overheard many of them boasting about last night’s exploits. About the inmates they had fucked and recommending each other girls to have next time.

“Excuse me, Rita?”

Rita looked up and saw the Warden’s secretary.

“Yes?”

“The Warden has a little spare time and would like to meet you, I think she mentioned that yesterday.”

“Oh, right… yes of course.”

Rita followed the secretary through the istration block and up to the Warden’s office. The secretary looked through the door and then turned back to Rita with a smirk, “She will see you now.”

Rita stepped through the door, her stomach knotted with nerves.

“Ah, Rita, so good to see you again. Just give me a moment,” said Ksenia, glancing up from her desk as she read through some documents.

Rita stood there awkwardly, not sure if she should stand relaxed or to attention like a soldier. Rita looked out the window behind Kensia. Snow battered the pane relentlessly and the view of the plains that stretched out to the horizon was now limited to just a few hundred yards, after that everything vanished into a grey haze of swirling flakes. Her eyes were then drawn to the thick curtain which covered the door leading to the outside.

“Ok, sorry about that,” said Ksenia tapping the paperwork on the desk to straighten up the files and then looking up, “You look so nervous! Please relax, take your coat off.”

Being called out as being nervous made Rita feel even more so and she removed her heavy jacket and suddenly felt very exposed.

“Looks like you have lost none of that athlete’s physique,” said Ksenia taking in Rita’s svelte figure.

“I still try to keep in shape.”

“Well, it is working, very nice indeed. Please, take a seat,” said Ksenia gesturing to the chair opposite her desk.

Rita sat down and as she did Ksenia stood, walked around her desk and then sat, perched on the edge of it so she was looking down at the guard.

“How are you finding life here at Blackstone? I imagine it is quite a change for you.”

“Yes, very different. But I think I am getting used to it. I am learning every day and the other guards are being very ive…

“Stop, stop, please!” laughed Ksenia, “This isn’t a job interview, you don’t need to give a bunch of stock answers. You are here, and the fact you have lasted even a couple of weeks shows that you are doing a good job. I just wanted to get to know you. I have heard you have caused quite a stir, both with the guards and the inmates, and now seeing you up close I can see why. You are very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” blushed Rita.

“Oh don’t be so shy, I am sure you know how attractive you are…how sexy you are,” Ksenia made sure she held the young guard’s eye as she said that and felt satisfaction seeing Rita squirm, go even redder and look at the floor, “This is a strange place and we need to stick together, turn to each other for … for comfort.”

“Than…thank you for your offer,” spluttered Rita.

“I heard all about your accident with your leg… just terrible, terrible luck. And it is so hard finding jobs in Russia at the moment. It is so good for us and you that you found yourself here.”

“I am very grateful.”

“Good,” Ksenia parted her legs and Rita couldn’t help but look up her skirt and see she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Do you want to show me how grateful you are?” asked Ksenia, leaning forward and stroking Rita’s hair.

Rita froze, “I…I don’t know what you mean?”

“Yes, you do. Think of it as an initiation. Initiation into our little sisterhood. A sisterhood where we all look out for each other… each other…” Ksenia reached down and started to unbutton Rita’s shirt.

Rita still sat there, trying to think what to do. She needed this job, her parents needed her to have this job. A couple of more buttons opened until her bra was visible. Ksenia then pushed her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms.

“Mmm… I like strong, toned arms. Stand up, let me see your figure.”

Rita just found herself obeying. The older woman’s tone, her presence, everything about her was so confident and commanding. Ksenia pulled the shirt all the way down until it fell onto the floor. She then reached forward and unbuckled Rita’s belt.

“You are trembling. There is no need to be nervous. It is just you and me here. I will look after you.”

With a sharp pull, Rita’s pants fell down to her ankles. She knew she was getting aroused she knew beneath her cotton panties her pussy was heating, spreading, becoming moist.

“Very sexy indeed,” purred Ksenia and she started to rub Rita’s vulva through her panties.

Rita gasped but stood still.

“I think you are getting wet,” teased Ksenia, “Let’s have a look,” she then took hold of Rita’s waistband and pulled her panties down, letting them drop to around her ankles.

In her bra, Rita felt her breasts strain and nipples tingle to erection. She felt a sense of shame for not resisting. But she had no choice.

“Yes, I can see how aroused you are,” smiled the Warden, “Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers.”

Again Rita did exactly as she was told.

“Such a good girl,” Ksenia sat in the middle of her desk, pulled up her skirt and spread her legs.

Rita looked down at the smooth, shaven pussy glistening with arousal and looked back up trying to focus on the snowflakes that danced just beyond the window.

“It’s ok, you can look. I want you to look,” said Ksenia, her voice becoming even huskier with lust.

Rita looked down and watched as Ksenia licked a couple of her fingers and then started to masturbate. She spread her pussy lips until Rita could see the hot pink of her softest skin showing. She saw the clit being exposed from its hood, then fingers starting to circle it and tap it.

“I can see you like to watch.”

Rita stood there, hands behind her head, panties around her ankles while her spread pussy started to drip with her excitement. She could feel her juices start to trickle down the inside of her thighs and she stared mesmerized at the vision of the Warden fingering herself, and at the same time desperately wanting to do the same to herself.

“Mmm… take your bra off…”

With hurried, and fumbling fingers Rita did exactly that and the last of her underwear fell to the floor. Ksenia’s eyes moved slowly over her naked body, her neck, shoulders, her small but shapely breasts, down her flat navel and ending on her pussy.

“Mmm…what a beautiful body… so toned…so tight… so fuckable…” panted Ksenia and she started to finger fuck herself with hard fast strokes, “I could look at your body all day… but then I wouldn’t get any work done. That’s it keep your hands behind your head.”

Rita stood there, ashamed and aroused in equal measure. Her nipples were so hard now they felt like sharp points while her pussy craved to be touched, any touch, something to relieve the tension building inside. She closed her legs to try

and to apply a little pressure on her clit.

“No! No cheating now, legs apart,” Ksenia’s instruction was firm and her toned brimmed with undeniable authority.

Rita spread her legs again, as much as she could within the restriction of her pants around her ankles.

“Being a guard here is about control. You need to make sure the inmates are under your control. You need to let them know you have all the power, that you can have everything you want, while they only get the scraps you give them.”

Ksenia flicked off a high-heeled shoe and extended her barefoot, up and between Rita’s legs. Rita’s eyes fixed on the toes as they approached her pussy… slowly…painfully slowly. She started to pant in anticipation of the touch she was yearning for. Then it happened. Ksenia’s big toe feathered her clit and her legs almost gave way at the delicate wave of pleasure.

“Oh…Aaaah…”

“You see, when they have nothing, then giving them just a small amount is a little bit of heaven for them. But you just give the smallest amount,” Ksenia lowered her foot and Rita gave a whimper of frustration, “And being a Warden is like being a mother to my guards, I care for them, teach them and love them. But in return, I need their total loyalty. I need to own them. Time for you to show me that I own you.”

Ksenia stopped fingering herself and spread her legs wide, her pussy was now swollen with hot red lips, “Don’t be shy.”

Rita knew exactly what was expected of her and she knew she couldn’t resist. She fell to her knees and leaned in towards Ksenia’s sex. Her scent was strong, intoxicating.

“Good girl,” purred Ksenia, stroking Rita’s hair.

Rita opened her mouth and extended her tongue, then she licked, one hard lick from the bottom of Ksenia’s lips right up to the swollen bud. She tasted the older woman and now needed more, she licked again, just as hard but faster this time. Her tongue parted the wet lips and she began to nod her head to speed up the motion.

“Mmm… Good girl…” panted Ksenia, pulling Rita’s head into her sex, “Don’t stop, make me come.”

Rita reached between her own legs and was about to touch herself when Ksenia’s squeezed her hair, pulling tightly on her scalp.

“No! Keep your hands where I can see them. Your job is to pleasure me before all else!”

Rita moved her hands and placed them on the desk. She tried to imagine the sensations she was giving the Warden, imagining having those same sensations

herself. Her pussy had never felt so spread, so hot… so desperate… she could feel her arousal continue to flow down the inside of her thighs.

“That’s it…good girl… now finish me off…” Ksenia gasped.

Rita pushed her mouth even harder into Ksenia, the scent of the sex flowed up her nostrils, the taste of the juices filled her mouth and empowered her to lick even harder, faster.

“Oh…oh…Mmm… yes…yesssss!”

Ksenia’s hips lifted off the desk as she squeezed Rita’s head between her thighs, then her whole body trembled sharply before releasing.

“Oh, yes… very good,” said Ksenia and let out a deep breath, “Ok… you can get dressed now. If you like you can ask my secretary to eat you out, she is very talented. I’m afraid I must get back to work. This storm is turning out to be a real pain and giving me so much paperwork, but thank you for the distraction.”

Ksenia slid off the desk, pulled down her skirt and sat back down in her chair. Flustered, hot, horny and ashamed, Rita quickly pulled up her pants and gathered up her clothes from the floor. She glanced up and saw Ksenia had returned to reading a pile of documents. She slipped her hand into the inside pocket of her jacket and pulled out the heavy bundle Maria had given her and slid it quietly behind a plant pot.

“Thank you, Rita. So good meeting you properly. We must do it again!” said Ksenia chirpily but barely looking up and Rita managed an embarrassed nod and smile as she hurried out the door.

The secretary sat outside the door, a smirk on her face, “Would you like me to eat you out?”

Rita blushed even deeper realizing either the secretary was privy to exactly what happened during the Warden’s ‘meetings’ or worse, she could overhear.

“I…er… I…” spluttered Rita unable to find any words.

The secretary stood up, straightened her blouse and walked briskly around her desk, then adjusting her skirt dropped to her knees.

“Wh…er…I’m…” Rita still couldn’t speak, all she knew was she was still desperately horny and this woman was happy to relieve her of that tension as if it was just part of her day job.

Her belt was unbuckled again and moments later her pants were back around her ankles. Rita took a deep breath but offered no resistance. She then felt air on her swollen, wet lips as her panties ed her pants around her feet.

“Mmm…very nice… so pretty and neat,” said the secretary as she went to work.

The first lick almost made Rita collapse and her legs wobbled.

“Oh, you can yourself on the desk if you like,” said the secretary looking up briefly before resuming.

Rita leaned back, her arms outstretched behind her, hands planted on the desk. The shame of having a stranger giving her oral sex because she was too aroused to resist whirled in the back of her mind, but the need to be pleasured was all consuming. She looked down at the head nodding away between her legs and then just closed her eyes so she could just embrace the sensation. As the Warden had said, her secretary was very talented and on her already over-sensitized clit it wasn’t long before she felt the pressure build fast. She tensed her legs, the secretary must have sensed the end was near, so grabbed hold of Rita’s ass and pulled herself in tight, sucked her clit into her hot mouth and licked at it furiously.

Rita gripped the desk, as her legs continued to threaten to fail her, “Mmm… Mmm…oh… fuuuck!” and she came hard almost collapsing on the desk.

The secretary stood, adjusted her skirt, straightened her blouse and sat back down at her desk. Then with a quick wipe with the back of her hand she cleaned off Rita’s juices from her chin and looked at her with a quizzical look.

“Is there anything else?”

“No…” replied Rita, she pulled her pants back up again and hurried down the corridor feeling used but satisfied.

*****

The day dragged. Maria paced up and down her cell looking out of the small window. All she could see was the dark grey sky and the snowflakes continually falling. When it was dinner she sat quietly with Kayla, too nervous and excited to say anything. She saw Rita watching over the prisoners and managed to catch her eye. Rita gave her a nod and Maria breathed a sigh of relief.

“Can we trust her?” whispered Kayla.

“We can trust her far more than the others.”

“I guess so…” Kayla spooned a thick gravy like substance and let it run back down onto the meat. What kind of meat they didn’t know and didn’t want to.

“Cheer up, in a couple of days we can be in MacDonalds gorging ourselves on burgers and fries,” smiled Maria.

“With cheese… lots of and lots of cheese.”

“You will be able to smother yourself in cheese!”

“If everything goes well tonight…”

“It will!” said Maria with force and took Kayla’s hand, giving it a firm squeeze.

*****

Roksana glanced at her watch, it was time.

“Midnight my little igrushka, it is time to go,” she whispered into Kayla’s ear.

Quietly they crept out of the bunk and over to the barred door while the other two inmates slept soundly, the wind drowning out their soft snores. Kayla looked out. High above was the shape of a guard, it was motionless. She took a deep breath and started to work on the lock. She had had plenty of time to practice on it and within a few seconds it went click. They pulled the door open just enough to squeeze through and closed it behind them.

They made their way down the stairs and first to Maria’s cell and then to Alina’s, neither lock posing any problems. There was a movement of light and shadow as the guard moved along the top gangway. They pressed themselves against the walls and edged towards the empty security checkpoint. Kayla’s slowly eased the lock with the screwdriver and rotated the other way with a thick pin.

“Hurry!” whispered Roksana.

“Let her work,” said Alina calmly.

They heard footsteps as the guard started to descend to a lower level. There was a click and the door swung open.

“Good work,” smiled Maria, giving Kayla a wink.

They moved through the checkpoint one by one and into the dark age beyond. Kayla had thought it was cold when she and Alina came this way the other night, but now it was well below freezing. She could see the moisture that had dripped off the lights had turned to small icicles and the windows had a thin layer of frost on them. Each of their breaths turned to mist but their adrenaline shielded them from the cold.

Down the corridor they went when Roksana stopped dead, her hand raised. The rest paused and listened. There was a faint moan from around the corner.

“What is that?” asked Alina.

Roksana peered around and saw the lights in one of the security checkpoints were on, although the glass was very steamed up.

“There is a guard,” she whispered back to them.

“There wasn’t a guard last time,” said Kayla, worry filling her quiet voice.

“Last time there wasn’t a storm like this! They must have moved some of the guards from the watchtowers in here.”

“So, what do we do? Go back?”

“We are not going back,” said Alina with steel in her voice, “Tomorrow I am going to be dragged outside and shot. I would rather be shot trying to escape than like a coward accepting her fate.”

“Ok… but how do we get past the guard?”

“No guards in the cellblock have guns, right?” asked Alina.

“Right,” confirmed Roksana.

“Then we go straight through them,” said Alina and a blade slipped down from sleeve into the palm of her hand.

“I do like a simple plan,” smirked Roksana.

“What? No! We can’t!” protested Maria.

“We don’t have time to debate this!” replied Alina, “Anyway, another murder charge won’t get me executed twice. Wait here.”

Alina crept around the corner and, hunched over, sped towards the security checkpoint. The moaning grew louder as she approached and she grinned as she realized that the guard must have been masturbating. ‘At least she can die with a smile on her face,’ she thought to herself.

Alina crouched by the door, gripped her knife tightly and then pulled on the handle. There wasn’t one guard but two. One was sitting legs apart while another knelt, head buried in the other’s crotch.

“What the…?” started the guard as she opened her eyes.

The one between her legs looked up at her quizzically and saw the fear and surprise in her lover’s eyes.

Alina grabbed the guard, who was on her knees, hair and yanked back her head, then ran the blade across her exposed throat. The other guard reached for her truncheon as the blood sprayed over her, she fumbled when she ed her pants, and belt, were around her ankles rather than around her waist.

“No…please…no!”

Alina pounced on her driving the knife into her neck again and again until both she and the interior of the checkpoint were covered with blood.

Alina leaned out of the booth and gave a wave for the rest to follow. Kayla froze when she saw the horror that Alina had created and grabbed Maria for .

“This wasn’t part of the plan!” snapped Maria, feeling faint at the grisly sight.

“No, but it seemed to work just fine,” said Roksana, nodding approvingly at Alina’s handiwork, “Come on, Valeria and Ivana will be waiting for us.”

They continued on until they reached the door into the entrance hall. Kayla jumped when she saw two dark figures emerge from the gloom.

“Where have you been?” asked Valeria.

“Just had a slight issue,” said Roksana.

“But it has been resolved,” added Alina.

Valeria saw Alina’s blood-stained top and understood.

“They are going to be mad in the morning,” said Ivana.

Kayla opened the door into the entrance hall and then into the corridor connecting the cellblock to the istration building. They could just see that the floodlights were on, but they weren’t moving and wouldn’t be able to see clearly more than twenty or thirty yards anyway. Even still they kept low as they moved along the corridor and into the offices. They hurried up the stairs and turned towards the Warden’s office.

“Fuck!” sighed Ivana.

There was light shining from under the door.

“Maybe she just left the light on,” suggested Maria.

“I hope she is in there,” said Valeria and she strode down the corridor and kicked open the door.

Ksenia looked up in shock. She was still working behind her desk and made a grab for the phone. Valeria was too fast and swiped the phone off her desk.

“What do you think you are doing? Get back to your cells right now or…or…”

“You will have us shot?” asked Alina.

“Yes…all of you!”

“Doesn’t seem like much of a threat for me,” laughed Alina, “Want me to kill her?” she asked holding up the bloodied blade.

Ksenia’s eyes widened even more and she made a dart for the door behind the curtain. She didn’t even get halfway before Valeria vaulted the desk, grabbed her by the collar and hauled her down to the floor.

“Please, don’t kill me! Just go… here… here’s the key!” Ksenia pulled a key from her jacket and held it out.

Ivana snatched it from her hand and opened the door. A blast of ice tore through the room sending papers flying.

“Alina, can you get us some nice warm coats?” Ivana asked with a smile.

Alina opened the cupboard and emerged with the coats and something else.

“If we aren’t killing her, then we can gag her with this!” she held up a black leather strap with a red rubber ball attached.

“Where do you think you are going to go? You are going to freeze to death out there!”

“Don’t you worry about that,” said Valeria, “Alina, give me the gag.”

“I’ll make you all pay for this!” snarled Ksenia as Valeria pinned her down.

“Open wide!” demanded Valeria, squeezing the Warden’s cheeks forcing her mouth open.

“Fuck you!” she gargled as the rubber ball was forced into her mouth and the strap fastened.

“There should be some handcuffs in there too,” said Valeria to Alina.

Alina looked back in the cupboard and pulled out some handcuffs and tossed them over to Valeria who jerked Ksenia’s arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists.

“Shouldn’t we be going now?” asked Kayla.

“There is something I need to do first,” smirked Valeria. She lifted Ksenia off the

floor and bent her over the desk, she then tore off the Warden’s skirt.

“No panties I see.”

Ksenia tried to speak but it just came out as a gargle. Valeria spanked the warden’s ass, hard. Ksenia let out a whimper and a tear rolled down her cheek. Valeria reached into the cupboard and pulled out the massive strap-on. When Ksenia saw it she struggled but Roksana held her down.

“We don’t have time for this!” protested Maria.

“Oh, we definitely have time for this…whatever this is!” replied Alina her eyes glinting as she watched Valeria fasten on the dildo.

Valeria positioned herself behind Ksenia and gave her vulnerable ass another hard smack, “Just want to give you something to me by because I like to be in control too.”

Valeria spread Ksenia’s cheeks revealing not only her neat labia but also her tight dark star. She lined the tip of the dildo up with Ksenia’s anus and pressed slightly. When Ksenia realized that her pussy wasn’t the target but her tight asshole her eyes widened and she started to struggle while making a desperate pleading sound.

Ivana sat on the desk next to Ksenia and stroked her hair, “I think you better relax, this is going to be quite a tight fit.”

Ksenia kicked out with her legs, tried to roll off the desk, tried to break free of her bonds but all to no avail. Valeria eased her hips forward. To begin with the huge dildo didn’t penetrate the asshole and just pushed Ksenia tighter against the desk, but then, when she had no further to go, the dildo started to breach. Tears started to stream down her face as the massive rubber phallus edged inside her, inch by inch. Valeria watched with satisfaction as the anus was stretched right out and gripped the dildo. She knew too well how big this monster felt, and that was in her vagina. In this smaller woman’s asshole it must be a sensation of total fullness.

Ksenia continued her vain struggle as she felt the monster slid inside her, every time she thought there couldn’t be any more length to it, it just kept coming. She looked up at Ivana who just smiled down at her and continued to stroke her hair. It was too big! Her ass felt like it would break, she could feel the girth of the dildo stretch her out completely, the tip pushing deep inside her and the more she struggled the more it hurt. With a final muffled cry and her strength exhausted she slumped to the desk and just whimpered as Valeria forced in every single inch of the dildo. Then the fucking began.

With a series of powerful thrusts, Valeria started to pump the Warden ass. She gripped Ksenia’s hips and used them as leverage to pull against as she drove in hard and fast. Ksenia just whimpered, now that she had accepted the dominance her anus had relaxed and the pain turned to a sense of fulfilling pleasure as she had never experienced before. She just lay motionless, defeated and totally owned. The world span around her and she ed out.

Satisfied, Valeria unfastened the strap-on but left the massive dildo in Ksenia’s ass, “Let the guards find her like this,” she smirked.

“Time to go! We have a helicopter to catch!” said Ivana and clapped her hands

with glee.

“Maria, ports,” said Valeria with an outstretched hand.

Maria pulled out each of the ports and tossed them to each of the girls.

Valeria checked hers and Ivana’s, “Excellent work. Ivana, Roksana, Alina jackets on,” she then turned to Maria and Kayla, “I am sorry, but the helicopter has only four seats, and in this weather we can’t risk any more weight,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a couple of cable ties, “And as we can’t have you alerting the guards or getting caught, I’m afraid you are going to have to stay here.”

“I’m so sorry,” added Ivana, “I really wish they had a super big helicopter for all of us, maybe a jumbo jet, even.”

“I can’t fly a jumbo jet,” said Roksana flatly.

“Wait!” snapped Alina, “That wasn’t the plan, you fucking Russians! Kayla and Maria have done a lot of work, what have you two done? Maybe it should be you and the little princess who stay behind?”

“Don’t show them any loyalty,” said Valeria as she put on the jacket, “Who do you think told the authorities about your hideout? They sold you out.”

Alina turned to Maria and Kayla, her face transforming to one of pure rage, “You fucking bitches! My friend died! I… I was going to be executed tomorrow! Because of you! Fuck leaving them, I am going to kill them!” snarled Alina as she pulled out her knife, already slick with blood.

Kayla stepped back and almost fell over in fear. Maria, however, unwrapped the bundle that Rita had left and pulled out a gun and pointed it at Alina.

“No one is killing us or tying us up!”

Ivana jumped off the desk and Valeria stood in front of her, eyes fixed on Maria.

“Well played Maria, Cristiana Lopez. I didn’t think you had it in you,” said Valeria, “But now what? You going to shoot us. Then how do you escape?”

“I could shot you and Ivana,” shrugged Maria, “We don’t need either of you.”

“But you need me,” snapped Alina, “And believe me, I’m not going to transport you anywhere!”

“And you need me,” smirked Roksana, “unless you have suddenly learned how to fly a helicopter.”

“Looks like you are going nowhere,” grinned Valeria.

Maria smiled confidently, “Then you had better be going then, hadn’t you? Oh, I also brought you these,” Maria took out a torch and a com and tossed it over to Valeria, “Should help you get down the mountain.”

“So you are not shooting us? Instead, you are just going to give us stuff to help us?” asked Ivana confused, picking up the items, “Why?”

“Let’s say your betrayal was fairly predictable so we made our own arrangements and your escape will cover ours. So good luck and fuck off!” Maria gripped the gun tightly, her eyes cold.

“You better hope I never see you again!” snarled Alina.

“I am very sure we never will,” replied Maria bluntly.

“Bye my little igrushka, I know you will never forget me,” smirked Roksana as she opened the door and stepped out into the blizzard.

Alina glared at them and followed Roksana.

“I wish you both the very best! I really liked you!” said Ivana, “Come on Valeria, we’d better go.”

Valeria gave them a cold nod and led Ivana outside.

“Do you think they will make it?” asked Kayla.

“I hope so, our plan is counting on it.”

*****

A hundred thousand needles of ice tore through Ivana’s coat just as the wind threatened to wrench it from her body. She gripped Valeria’s hand, savoring every trace of heat she got from it. The group huddled together following Valeria’s lead. With every step, their legs vanished up to their knees in the snow until they had lost all feeling in their feet. It was exhausting. Valeria had reckoned the descent wouldn’t take more than an hour, but less than twenty minutes in Ivana felt her energy was already sapped. The prison walls had vanished behind them less than twenty yards out and now they were surrounded by fir trees, each one laden with dozens of icicles. Ivana had no sense of direction, everything looked the same, blackness and flakes of snow catching the torchlight. She squeezed Valeria’s hand tighter and felt a little better when she got a squeeze back.

Valeria studied the com. It was an unexpected bonus. She knew this trek was going to be difficult but she hadn’t expected it to be this hard. The com gave them a fighting chance. She briefly pondered why Maria had given it to them even after they betrayed them, but pushed that thought from her mind and just concentrated on taking one step after another. She stumbled as something pulled her backward. She turned to see Ivana had fallen. Valeria pulled the girl back to her feet.

“Are you ok?” she shouted above the wind.

“Ye…yes…” stammered Ivana.

Valeria could see she wasn’t. She was panting heavily and her lips were already blue.

“Get on my back,” instructed Valeria and pulled Ivana up.

Valeria trudged on. Ivana’s weight was no more than some of the packs she had had to carry during special forces training so she knew she could manage it, even if her pace did slow.

After what seemed an age, they exited the treeline and down below they could make out the dim lights of the men’s supermax prison. Guided by this light both Roksana and Alina picked up the pace and soon Valeria was trailing behind. With every step she lost ground.

Valeria lowered Ivana to the ground, “Listen, we have to hurry! I don’t trust either of them to wait for us if they get to the helicopter first!”

Ivana nodded, her face white, her whole body shivering. Valeria gripped her hand tight and hurried through the snow trying to keep Roksana and Alina in sight. Ivana tripped and Valeria hauled her up. Ivana stumbled and Valeria pulled

her back to her feet. Then again Ivana fell.

“I can’t…she whimpered…I’m too cold…too tired…”

“Yes, you can! Yes, you fucking can! Get to your feet!” Valeria once again picked Ivana up, but one look in the girl’s eyes showed hyperthermia was starting to set in. Valeria pulled off her own jacket and her whole body screamed with pain as the wind lashed her flesh. She then wrapped the jacket around Ivana. She looked down the hill. She could see Roksana and Alina were already approaching the perimeter fence of the prison.

“You’ve got to run! You’ve got to run fast!”

Ivana managed a meek nod and forced herself into a jog towards the dim lights. Valeria gritted her teeth and pushed the pain to the back of her mind and hurried after Ivana.

Even with her strength, her determination the cold was beating her. First Valeria lost all feeling in her arms, and then legs until she couldn’t feel her body anymore, there was no pain just a sense of heaviness dragging her down into the snow. The lights of the prison were getting close, it wasn’t far now. Her legs buckled and she fell face first into the snow which bit at her cheeks. She forced herself back to her feet and pushed on, the sound of the wind seemed to fade away, her vision became a tunnel. She fell and panted and lay still. She could see Ivana was still moving, that was the only thing that mattered. The fence was just fifty yards away and she could see Roksana and Alina starting to scale it. ‘Keep going, Ivana…just keep going.’

Ivana reached the fence and started to climb. Roksana was already inside the helicopter and started the launch sequence, lights started to flash inside the cockpit.

Alina dropped down the other side of the fence and shouted through the wire, “Hurry up! When the blades start, blizzard or no blizzard, every guard for a mile is going to hear! Where is Valeria?”

Ivana stopped and looked around. Valeria was nowhere to be seen, “Valeria!” she shouted into the storm, “Valeria! Valeria!”

The only reply was the relentless howl of the wind. Ivana started to climb back down.

“Where are you going?” asked Alina.

“I’m going to find her!”

“You have one minute! As soon as Roksana gets the blades spinning we are going!”

Ivana didn’t listen, she jumped down the last few foot into the soft snow and started to retrace her footsteps, “Valeria! Where are you? Please, Valeria!”

Just ahead she saw a dark shape lying in the snow and she plowed towards it, ignoring the cold and the fatigue.

“Valeria!” she shouted as she shook the woman, her skin icy to the touch, “Valeria, we’ve got to go! Get up now!”

Ivana pulled off the second jacket that she had been given and placed it over her friend, “Valeria! Big Bear! Get up!” her tears froze the moment they left her eyes.

“What are you doing? You should have gone…” whispered Valeria, her voice barely audible above the gale.

“I’m not going without you! So get up, let’s go!”

There was a deep mechanical whirring noise as the helicopter blades began to spin, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

“Go! Now!” shouted Valeria with all her remaining strength.

“No! Get up! If you want me safe then get up!”

“You are a stupid spoilt brat!” snarled Valeria as she put her arms around Ivana and tried to stand.

“Yes I am, but I am your spoilt brat!”

Alarms started to sound, their shrill pitch piercing even the blizzard. Floodlights powered up and started to scan towards the helicopter.

Valeria and Ivana slumped to their knees as the helicopter lifted off, up into the storm.

“No…” sobbed Ivana…

Valeria wrapped her arms around Ivana as they watched the helicopter rise into the sky, it swayed as it was buffeted by the winds then wheeled up and away from the prison. Guards started to pour out of the buildings and the sound of bullets being fired into the sky ed the shrieking sirens, then the barking of dogs ed the frenzied chorus.

A light shone down on Valeria and Ivana so bright they have to cover their eyes. Moments later they heard shouted voices as guards dashed towards them.

*****

Maria stood at the door and watched Valeria and the others descend the stone

steps and quickly the only trace of them was the flashlight bobbing in the dark and soon even that vanished.

“Ready?”

Kayla nodded.

“Just stay close,” said Maria with a smile.

Together they stepped out into the blizzard. The stone stairs were icy and perilous and a misplaced step could send them tumbling down into the darkness. At the bottom, they followed the wall around the prison which gave them some shelter from the wind and the clawing snow. When they reached a mighty buttress they left the wall and headed down a fenced path, even if it was covered in at least two feet of snow. One by one the light of the stone cabins became visible. Maria allowed herself a wry smile, it was a strange escape plan that led towards the guards not away from them, but in this storm, anyone looking out their windows would either see nothing at all or just assume they were two guards returning to their cabins.

Just ahead they saw Rita’s cabin, she had left her bedside lamp in the window so it could easily be identified. With one last glance around to make sure no one had seen them, they knocked on the cabin door. The door opened almost immediately and Rita ushered them in.

The log fire was burning brightly and they huddled next to it their hands as close to the flames as they could bear. The walk had only been five minutes yet they felt the very blood in their veins had been turned to ice.

After about an hour they heard the sound of a high-pitched alarm cutting through the night and were certain they could hear the dull thrum of helicopter blades.

“It sounds like they made it,” smiled Maria.

“And you sure they won’t look for us here?” asked Kayla.

“Maria is right,” said Rita, “Why would they? They will just assume you escaped in the helicopter with the others.”

“All we have to do is wait until the storm blows over and then get out of here on one of the supply trucks.”

“We will just have to think of a few ways to occupy ourselves until then,” grinned Rita her hand squeezing Maria’s thigh.

*****

“It was quite a plan, but hardly surprising you were betrayed by a couple of Americans, a psychopath and a Chechnyan. You should have chosen your conspirators more carefully,” said Ksenia, her high-heeled shoes clicking the stone flagstones as she walked around Valeria and Ivana.

The prisoners were on the floor surrounded by guards, each one glaring at them in hatred.

“You ok, Ksenia? You appear to be walking very gingerly,” asked Valeria.

Ksenia gave the Major a nod who unleashed a fierce kick with her military boots onto Valeria’s side. She crumped, wheezing and coughing.

“Leave her alone!” snapped Ivana.

“And the Mafia Princess who isn’t really part of any Mafia at all. You had a good thing going here, why go and ruin it all? But I do love the irony that it was you that organized this escape and you are the only ones that didn’t get away,” laughed Ksenia.

“We’ll try harder next time,” replied Ivana defiantly.

“Next time? Next time?!” Ksenia turned the guards and laughed loudly, “There is no next time, there is not even tomorrow. You murdered two guards! Had you just tried to escape and no one got hurt, then sure, we could have come to an arrangement. But not after this.”

“What are you saying?” asked Valeria, getting her breath back.

“You are both going to be shot. Today.”

“What? You can’t, you can’t just execute us!” gasped Ivana, “There would have to a trial, I have lawyers! That would never be allowed!” said Ivana, her voice shaking.

“But you escaped… no one is going to come looking for you here. To the rest of the world you are sunning yourself in Costa Rica. There will be no trial, no long drawn out court cases and no lawyers.”

“Let Ivana live, she didn’t kill those guards. If you want to punish someone, then punish me,” said Valeria.

“Oh I am going to punish you, punish you for what you did to me!” snarled Ksenia, “And I know just how to do it!”

With a nod from the Warden, three of the guards descended on Ivana with truncheons. Ivana cried out as the clubbing blows struck her legs and body, she tried to cover herself up but the beating just continued on her back and hands. There was a crack as a bone broke in her arm and Ivana’s cry became more pitiful.

“Get the fuck off her!” roared Valeria launching herself at the guards assaulting Ivana.

There was a single gunshot followed by burning pain and Valeria collapsed back down to the hard stone floor, her knee on fire.

“You could have lived an easy life! You just had to know your place and been my little bitch!” yelled Ksenia furiously, “Strip them and take them outside.”

The other guards kicked and battered both women into a semiconscious heap before tearing the clothes off them. Together, they were lifted and dragged out of the prison and into the courtyard.

Dawn had broken and a pale glow lit the sky. The snow still fell and the wind drove it into huge drifts against the prison walls. Valeria felt the bite of the cold on her bare flesh as they were both half carried, half dragged to the far corner leaving a trail of blood on the white snow.

The guards shoved Valeria against the post and bound her to it. The frost on the wood dug into her flesh like a thousand teeth. She watched helplessly as Ivana, bruised and broken, was then tied against her so they were face to face, and felt the fading heat of Ivana’s body pressed against her. Ivana’s right eye socket was broken and swollen so much it had forced the eye to close, her delicate lips were split and blood ran down her chin.

“I’m sorry…” Ivana said feebly, “This is my fault.” The tears that were frozen to her cheek twinkled in the pale light.

“We’re together, that is all that matters!” replied Valeria, forcing her voice to be strong.

Over Ivana’s shoulder, she could see the guards line up, rifles in hand.

“I just wanted to be free with you…I didn’t want you to have lost everything because of me,” continued Ivana.

“I never regretted coming here. If I could choose again to spend a few short years with you or the rest of my life out there, without you... I would choose you… every time!”

“I’m scared…” whimpered Ivana.

Valeria saw the guards check their rifles and take aim, all the barrels pointing directly at them.

“look at me! Ivana, look at me!”

Ivana lifted her head and looked into Valeria’s moist eyes.

“ that summer, when we were in Sochi?” Valeria asked.

“There was that big Ferris wheel,” smiled Ivana.

“It was so hot, and there was the cooling breeze coming off the sea…and we had that sticky cotton candy.”

“And it was just you and me..”

“And that massive teddy, you made me carry…”

“You were always my big bear…” there was a series of clicking noises and the guns cocked, “…I love you.”

“Don’t take your eyes off me! You are my whole world and I lov…”

Epilogue

“They left their bodies there, tied to that post for a month. Frozen together in each other’s arms. When the snow eventually stopped they buried them outside the walls in unmarked graves, no one knows exactly where,” Rita’s voice faded away as she recalled that sight, then she sighed, “was that the story you were expecting?” asked Rita, eying the young journalist that had stopped making notes a few hours earlier.

The hotel bar was now empty except the two women and the barman, who was watching highlights of the day’s action on the ski slopes while mindlessly polishing a wineglass.

“So Maria and Kayla, they did escape?” asked Tracy, “You got them out of there?”

“Yes… the supply truck came a week or so later, when it left it was easy to put them in the back. From there they used their forged ports to get back to America.”

“And the Warden never suspected you?”

“No. And when word got to the press of Valeria’s and Ivana’s unsanctioned execution… well the government just wanted it all to go away.”

“Got to the press?” repeated Tracy.

“These things have a way of getting out,” said Rita with a mischievous smile.

“And what about Roksana and Alina, did you ever find out what happened to them?”

“The name Alina Zakharova is carved on a war memorial in Grozny in Chechnya. It may be her, it may not be. If so she died in 2000 as the city fell and the state returned to Russian rule. Roksana was never heard of again.

“And Maria and Kayla?”

“America has no extradition to Russia,” shrugged Rita, “that is even if Russia made a request. I hope they are living happily somewhere.”

“And the fact you moved to the states just a few months after the events of January 1994, just a coincidence?”

“Life is full of strange twists and turns.”

Tracy nodded but didn’t press further.

“But it is late, and I should have been in bed long ago, I have to win some gold medals tomorrow,” said Rita and she started to stand.

“Yes, of course. Thank you for sharing your story.”

“As I said, it wasn’t really my story, I just happened to have been there.”

“One last thing. What happened to Blackstone Prison? Was it really haunted?”

“It closed in 1995, the prisoners transferred elsewhere. As for the fortress itself, I imagine this time of year the winter would have reclaimed it. It will be buried deep under the snow, alone in the mountains, with its secrets, not a living person for hundreds of miles. The cells cold and empty, the ageways dark and crumbling. A boiler room with an old bed in the corner, slowly rotting away. And who knows, perhaps the souls of those who died there still walk the corridors looking for that chance of love they were robbed of in life.”

Rita sat on the edge of her bed and looked out over Sochi. She could just see the snow falling, the flakes catching in the light of the street lamps. The Ferris wheel stood over the town as it had for over twenty years.

She checked the time and picked up the phone and dialed, “Hi beautiful.”

“Hey, thought you would be asleep. Everything ok?” asked the voice at the other end of the phone.

“Yes, everything is fine… just strange being back in Russia again after all these years, it has brought back memories,” replied Rita.

“I must it, I don’t have any good ones of that place either.”

“Is everything ok back home?” asked Rita.

“Yes, just about to go and pick up the girls from soccer practice. They miss you! They got so excited to see their mommy on TV today!”

“Is it just the girls who miss me?”

The voice laughed, “Sure, maybe I miss you a little too.”

“I love you, Maria.”

“I love you too, Rita.”

THE END

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