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Blackstone Prison

By Ellie Wylde

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Blackstone Prison

By

Ellie Wylde

Chapter Five – Alina Zakharova

Kayla pulled the hood tighter over her head as the wind bit at her skin and watched Roksana lead Maria away. She was sure her pee was about to freeze in her sweatpants and fidgeted trying to get comfortable, but to no avail. She looked about the courtyard and saw gangs of women milling around. Some looked at her and laughed, most just ignored her. She sighed as she thought about the twenty years ahead of her, the life she had thrown away just for some fun and adventure. The wind picked up again sending a flurry of snowflakes under her hood and she pressed herself even harder against the cold stone wall hoping to get a little shelter.

“Hi there, Kelly…Katie…Katya?” came a cheerful sweet voice.

Kayla pulled back her hood just a little and saw Ivana standing over her, looking down and smiling.

“Hi…it’s Kayla.”

“Ok, hi there Kayla. What are you doing curled up in a little ball?”

“Just leave me alone.”

Ivana sat where Maria had been sitting, “You really should try and make a few

more friends, sitting by yourself just makes you more of a…” Ivana paused and started to sniff, “What’s that smell?” She continued to sniff until she saw Kayla wet pants, “Oh… you’ve peed yourself…again,” Ivana sighed.

“Just fucking leave me alone!”

“You must stop doing that, it is like hanging a sign around your neck saying, ‘Hi, I am anyone’s bitch.’”

“I can’t help it, I just get so scared and then…” sobbed Kayla, “Two of Valeria’s goons dragged me to see her, I was so frightened, I thought they were going to kill me… then they made Maria…” Kayla sniveled again, her voice breaking with emotion, “They said either Maria had to… masturbate in front of them or Valeria would fist my ass. What kind of fucking people do that?”

“Hmm… what’s a goon?” asked Ivana. “Come on,” she said when she saw Kayla wasn’t going to answer and stood up offering a hand, “Let’s find you some dry pants before you catch pneumonia… or are raped…again.”

“Where?”

“Oh, little Ivana knows some tricks!” Ivana smiled mischievously.

Kayla sighed but took Ivana’s hand. They walked across the courtyard and through a gate that Ivana kicked open without concern.

“Are you sure we are allowed here? I thought we were only allowed around the front?”

“What are they going to do? Arrest you and throw you in prison?” laughed Ivana.

“You know what kind of things they could do!” snapped Kayla and tried to pull away but Ivana held her hand tight.

“If we are not trying to escape the guards really don’t care what we do on our yard time. We are just going into there,” Ivana nodded to a ramshackle shed.

“What…what’s in there?” It’s just a supply store, garden tools and stuff. You know it isn’t always winter in Russia, we have July! Girls normally hang out in there to smoke weed, sometimes do other stuff together,” Ivana winked.

Ivana pulled and Kayla didn’t resist. It was just as cold inside the shed as out just without quite as much wind, which still did whistle through the cracks in the wood-ed walls. The shed was full of shelvings lined with cartons and filled hessian sacks that were positioned to be used for makeshift seats. It had a cold musty smell that made Kayla wrinkle her nose. A large metal cabinet was locked and bolted against one wall. Through the metal grated doors, a selection of old gardening tools could be seen. There was another metal chest that also had a heavy padlock on.

“In there!” Ivana said and pointed at the chest.

“It’s locked.”

“I hear that isn’t a problem for you,” grinned Ivana and handing her a hair clip.

Kayla took it.

“Go on,” encouraged Ivana nodding at the lock.

Kayla was sure this was some kind of test, or perhaps just a game for Ivana. She kelt by the lock and started to get to work. It was an old padlock and she had no trouble picking it. Within a few seconds, it clicked open.

“A very useful skill,” smiled Ivana as she heaved the chest open. She took some cartons out and looked inside until with an ‘aha’ she pulled out a sealed polythene bag with a fresh outfit.

“Here you go!” she said and tossed it over.

Kayla caught it and tore it open, she was about to pull down her wet pants when she saw Ivana watching.

“What?” grinned Ivana, “After helping you out the least I deserve is a strip

show!”

Kayla didn’t know if she was joking or not, and she didn’t care. She had been so degraded over the last few days, another girl seeing her pussy didn’t really matter. She tugged off the pants and tossed them aside, she felt the cold air tingle her labia so quickly pulled the fresh pants on and nodded her thanks to Ivana.

Ivana sat down on a sack and patted next to her to indicate for Kayla to do the same.

“Why did you help me?” asked Kayla, “You want me to…you know… repay you?”

“Repay me?”

“Yeah, I mean… sexually…” asked Kayla nervously.

Ivana laughed, “Can’t I just be kind to the shy new girl? You know I was in your position not so long ago.”

“You were? You mean they used to… take you?”

Ivana nodded, “When I first got here… they used to hold me down, spreadeagled and just have their way with me… again and again…”

“Valeria?”

“No,” laughed Ivana, “Before Valeria came here.”

“How did you stop them?”

“As I said, it is important to have friends. You and I can be friends.”

“No offense, but I don’t see you being able to fight off Roksana or Valeria.”

“Power isn’t about being able to control people’s bodies, it is about controlling their minds,” said Ivana.

“Valeria said the same thing.”

Ivana shrugged, “She might just look like a sexy She-Hulk, but she’s a smart girl!”

They sat quietly for a while, listening to the wind slice through the walls.

“Have you thought about what I said yesterday,” asked Ivana, trying to sound

casual, but not quite managing to hide the seriousness in her tone.

“About what?”

“About informing on your Chechnyian friends. I could see you getting lots of years cut off your sentence. Maybe even getting transferred to a nice cozy minimum security prison where the only thing softer than the beds are the guards.”

“Maria didn’t think it was a good idea…”

“Do you always do what Maria tells you to do? Maybe, like smuggling weapons into Chechnya? Maria is tough, she isn’t worried. You, on the other hand, you are going to spend the next two decades being raped again and again. How long do you think you can last? Besides, there is no reason why Maria couldn’t be part of this deal too.”

“Maybe you are right… But why do you care?”

“I’m a super sweet nice girl with a heart of pure gold.”

“I’ll think about it, but my lawyer isn’t even due to visit again until next month.”

“You can call him!”

“Don’t tell me you have a phone up your little ass?!” laughed Kayla.

“No silly, but I can get you a phone. You just have to make the call.”

*****

Alina watched as the Americans bundled into the farmhouse kitchen, huddled together, shivering. It reminded her of some of those wildlife documentaries about penguins. As Sergei invited them to sit her attention was drawn towards the two women, one a deliciously hot Latina and the other a slim, elegant blonde. It was good to have more females around. Females that weren’t hookers, she thought giving a sideways glance at the two sluts sitting on her comrades' knees, hands up their short skirts. She was horny, she had grown tired of cock recently and was in the mood for something more… delicate.

“Greetings, friends!” said Sergei to the Americans, opening his arms out wide in welcome, “Please, take a seat, have a drink!”

Alina watched as the group sat. They were clearly nervous, the guns on the table always helped create that effect, “Here, have a drink, it will warm you up,” she said and slid a bottle of vodka across the table.

*****

The Americans held their liquor well… to start with. First the pretty blonde slumped into a daze and soon the other two men could barely keep their eyes open. The Latina surprised her, although her words had started to slur and her eyes had a faraway, glazed expression, she did manage to stand as the party retired for the night.

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

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

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

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

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

Alina led Maria out of the kitchen and up a narrow, dark flight of stairs. Alina heard Maria stumble a few times behind her and smiled to herself knowing the alcohol was doing its job.

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

“There’s another room for you,” said Alina and lead Maria back onto the landing and through another door into a small, if cozy, room lit by the moonlight reflecting off the fields of snow outside. Maria stumbled into the room and barely made it to the bed where she collapsed. Alina sat next to her.

“Do you want me to undress you?” Alina asked

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

“Just an amazing body,” Alina whispered as she took in the Latina’s body, “so many curves.”

Alina placed a finger at the top of Maria’s chest and traced it down, down between her breasts, down over her tummy and then onto her belt.

“What… are… you… doing?” asked Maria, her voice slow as she was slipping into unconsciousness.

“Just close your eyes and sleep,” replied Alina as she unfastened the belt buckle.

Maria gave one last deep breath before ing out. Gently, Alina pulled Maria’s pants down to her knees and ran her hands up and down the smooth thighs. She could feel her own excitement building. Her pussy was warm and it ached to be touched, her breasts seemed to swell and strain at her bra. Alina slipped one hand under the elastic waistband of Maria’s black cotton panties and felt a smooth, freshly shaven mound. She moved further down until she touched the small lips of Maria’s pussy. Maria gave the faintest of moans.

Alina then carefully pulled down Maria’s panties so she could see her most secret place, her vulva caught the moonlight making it look so divine. She played with it for a while, running her fingers up and down the lips, running circles around the hood and teasing the clit that slept underneath.

She then undid her own pants, pulled down her own panties and stroked herself with the exact same motions as she touched Maria. She could feel her own arousal lubricate the tips of her fingers and the slight touch on her nub caused her hips to tense momentarily. Carefully lying down between Maria’s legs she extended her tongue and ran it up and down the delicate pussy, the tip spreading the lips and probing the opening. Alina continued to stroke herself and then slide a couple of fingers inside her waiting and wanting hole. Her own hips started to rise and fall to the rhythm of her fingering, her ass rising into the air and down repeatedly, pushing her fingers deep inside. The pleasure drove her to lick even harder and faster, she no longer cared about waking Maria, she just wanted the sweet taste of pussy as she fucked herself.

Maria started to wiggle, her own hips lifting her ass slightly off the mattress as Alina licked hungrily. Alina could taste the tang of arousal now, and Maria’s lips were now swollen and spread. The flat of her tongue licked hard over the now exposed nub that had hardened under Alina’s attention. Alina felt the tightening deep inside, the tension of pent-up pleasure building steadily inside her sex. She sucked Maria’s clit deep inside her mouth and licked it in response to her own desire for sexual release. Maria was now moaning in her sleep, her hands cupping her full breasts, legs squeezing Alina’s head between soft thighs.

Alina then tasted fresh juices from Maria’s pussy just as the thighs around her head tightened. Knowing Maria had orgasmed in her sleep was enough to tip her own pleasure over the edge. Her buttocks clenched, her hips tightened and her legs straightened as she came hard. She felt her pussy clench her fingers hard then release, then clench then release. Then she was able to breathe again and she did so deeply.

Alina sat back up again and looked at the sleeping Latina. She wondered what kind of dreams she was having. Carefully she pulled Maria’s pants back up and left the beautiful girl to sleep. She headed back into the landing and glanced into the other room. She saw the other American ed out on the bed. Kayla was her name if she ed correctly. She was very different to Maria in appearance, slim and delicate. Her breasts were just small mounds on her gently rising and falling chest. Her legs were longer, waist narrower. She reminded Alina of some of her girls from ballerina class many years ago, before everything changed. Then she felt a stirring in her panties again and knew her pussy wasn’t sated.

Quietly closing the bedroom door behind her, Alina kicked off her boots, pulled down her pants and took off her panties, which were still damp from her arousal. She then climbed onto the bed. The girl barely moved. Alina smiled, this girl was completely overcome by the Russian alcohol and was sleeping the sleep of the dead. She pulled off Kayla’s shoes and pants, not even bothering to be careful. The girl had cute pale pink panties on, through which Alina could just make out her slit. Grabbing hold of the elastic waistband she yanked the panties off and tossed them on the floor. Kayla’s pussy was smaller than Maria’s. The labia lips were the softest of pinks and were perfectly neat. It was moments like this that she regretted not having a cock, as a pussy that tight would drive a man crazy!

Alina climbed onto the bed and lifted one of Kayla’s legs, spreading the little

flower as she did so. She then mounted the unconscious girl and lowered her already sensitive pussy onto the girl’s vulva. Alina moaned as she felt the heat from the other girl and then she started to ride, driving her sex hard against the soft folds.

Kayla’s head turned onto her other cheek and she mumbled something incomprehensible. Alina gripped Kayla’s leg tighter to gain more leverage and started to rub herself harder. Her hips rotated round and round generating good friction and a wonderful warmth that caressed her sex from top to bottom. Alina leaned forward, adjusting her angle so her clit was pushed even harder against Kayla’s labia. By the slick motion, Alina could tell the American’s sex was also wet now making the sensation on her nub even more exquisite.

With her free hand she slipped it under Kayla’s top, under her bra and onto her small right breast. She began to knead it softly feeling the hard nipple against the palm of her hand. Kayla moaned, her head rolling from side to side on the pillow. Alina hit her spot just right and her clit surged with pleasure. A moan escaped her lips and she thrust harder now that she had found the perfect angle. The pressure in her sex began to surge again, fast, much faster than before. She suddenly found it hard to breathe fast enough to keep up with her exertion and she gasped raggedly but did not slow down – she couldn’t slow down. Her hand clenched around Kayla’s breast and she gripped the nipple hard, squeezing it tightly as if it was an outlet to her own mounting pleasure. With one final drive of her hips, her clit went into overdrive and she orgasmed hard. Her back arched and she cried out as the darkroom spun around her. She spasmed three times as she climaxed again and again then she fell forward on top of the American, panting heavily.

After getting her breath back she pulled Kayla’s top right up to her chin and folded the bra cup down to exposed her small pert breasts. As she came down from her orgasm she sucked on the small, erect nubs rolling them between her teeth as she licked them. She then lay down next to the half-naked girl and fell asleep.

*****

Another hail of bullets shattered the farmhouse window and tore into the far wall sending plaster and dust over Alina, Sergei and their two comrades as they crouched on the floor. Alina reached up with her arm, stuck her hand through the broken window and fired half a dozen shots aimlessly towards the soldiers. This was immediately greeted by another hail of burning lead that shredded the kitchen table behind them. Vodka bottles exploded into splinters of glass and the liquid contents split onto the floor mixing with the blood of the two hookers who now lay on their backs, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

“We need to get to the van,” shouted Alina over the cacophony of gunfire.

“How? They will have the back covered too,” replied Sergei.

“Fucking Russians!” snarled one of the men as he fired back through the window and ducked back down just in time to avoid a bullet that punched through the wooden frame.

“Oleg and I will distract them here and buy you some time. You and Bodgan use the trapdoor in the pantry to get to the barn. Then drive to the dining room window. We dive in and you drive like Hell!” Alina’s voice was calm and controlled even though Sergei could see the anger burning in her eyes. He felt that anger too, they had obviously been betrayed, but right now his fear far outpowered his rage.

“Ok…” replied Sergei knowing the plan was suicide and this was probably the last time he would see his sister, at least in this life. He wanted to say something, anything to let her know how much he loved her but he knew his sister. She wasn’t one for sentiment in the best of times, and she certainly wouldn’t appreciate it in the middle of a gunfight, “See you soon,” was all he could manage, but the tight squeeze he gave her hand said it all. She nodded back with understanding.

Sergei and Bogdan crawled along the floor, ignoring the biting pain from the shards of glass that bit into their flesh. When they were through the pantry door Alina gave Oleg a nod and together they sat up firing before they even looked out the window. Outside were five green army trucks with at least two dozen soldiers forming a crescent formation to cover the farmhouse. Alina saw a couple of soldiers were assembling a DShK heavy machine gun in preparation for their final assault. It was a weapon that would make short work of this old brickwork. Bullets came at them from all directions forcing Alina to drop back down under the window. Oleg wasn’t so fast. A spray of red mist burst from the back of his head and he slumped lifelessly next to Alina.

“Fucking Russians!” she shouted over her shoulder and out the window – not that any of them heard.

Alina saw a bottle of vodka that had landed on the floor and miraculously survived intact. She reached over and picked it up. Unscrewed the top and took a massive swig. Fire burned in her mouth and in her veins. Today wasn’t the day that Alina Zakharova died, she told herself. She grabbed a straw animal, that once had decorated the kitchen, from a pile of broken plasterboard. It might once have been a rabbit, now it was hard to tell. She stuffed it into the neck of the vodka bottle and lit it. The dry straw caught easily and started to burn down. She closed her eyes, pictured exactly where the DsHK was being assembled and without hesitation sprung up and threw the Molotov cocktail out the window and

straight at the heavy machine gun.

She didn’t wait to see it hit, she didn’t need to. As she threw herself face down again onto the kitchen floor an explosion drowned out the sound of gunfire for a second then there were agonized screams and confused shouts. Within a second Alina was firing back out the window and at the panicked soldiers who were now diving away, searching for cover as the DsHK’s ammunition box started to ignite sending 12mm bullets in all directions with a series of loud pops. Alina smiled coldly as she fired into the back of a couple of soldiers who were just too slow to find cover.

“Fucking Russian pigs!”

Over the commotion, she heard the thrum of an engine. She emptied her gun at a group of soldiers that were ducking behind one of their trucks before spitting in their direction petulantly. She then turned and ran out the kitchen door and towards the side of the house. Through the dining room window, she saw the van pull up with the side door open. She knew she didn’t have time to open the window and prepared to dive straight through the glass. And she almost made it… almost.

A wall of heat and sound hurled her against the wall knocking all air out of her lungs and making her world spin. She lay there for a second not understanding what had happened or why her body wasn’t responding or what was that highpitched ringing in her ears. She tried to blink the dust out of her stinging eyes but she felt her retina’s burn with each blink. Someone was standing over her, even through her blurred vision she could see a grim-faced Russian officer in a smart uniform looking down at her. She gritted her teeth and leaned forward reaching for the knife in her boot. She never reached it. A large boot filled her vision and then everything went black.

*****

The bus ed through the mighty stone archway and into the courtyard before grinding to a jolty stop in the thick snow.

“Everyone up and move to the front!” shouted the guard, tapping her truncheon repeatedly into the palm of her hand.

Alina stood and shuffled into the line. She heard the whimpers and fearful snivels from the other women as they exited the bus and trudged through the snow towards the cell block. Alina took a moment to examine the high walls, the guards that occupied the towers even the speed it took for the gates to close. She ignored the cold, the snow and the wind.

Inside the block, the prisoners were led to a counter where they handed over any remaining possessions and then stripped. At least I can have a little show while I wait, Alina thought and watched as the women took off their clothes and obediently lined up against the wall, doing their best to cover their modesty.

“Name,” said the guard behind the counter, not bothering to even look up as she prepared to write on her clipboard.

“Alina.”

“Full name!”

“Alina, Butcher of Russians, Hero of the Chechnyian Liberation Defense league.”

This made the guard look up with surprise, “Well don’t we have a character here. Major!”

Another guard approached, her butchness and swagger indicated some kind of military service thought Alina.

The Major eyed up the Chechnyian slowly and shoved her truncheon under Alina’s chin, forcing her head up.

“Most people would be smart enough to keep that kind of thing quiet.”

“Why would I? I am proud to have killed so many of your weakling men in the name of freedom. Now if you don’t put that truncheon down I will bend you over and shove it up your ass.”

The Major gave a respectful nod, “You’ve got balls. I like breaking balls. Strip!”

Alina knew all eyes were on her and she didn’t care in the slightest. She pulled off her top, kicked off her boots and pants, and then unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. The Major glanced down at her nice round titties as well as several scars that adorned her body. Alina then pulled down her panties and threw them into the Major’s face.

“You keep them, maybe you can sniff them as you rub one out tonight,” smirked Alina.

The Major pulled the underwear off her face and tossed them onto the counter. She had seen many tough women enter this prison, but this one was different. There was no fear in her eyes, just fire.

“I will make sure to find you some friendly cell-mates to give you a warm Russian welcome. I will enjoy watching them make you their bitch,” said the Major, gauging Alina’s expression, searching for weakness. There was only defiance.

“Not if I make them my bitches first. I think a Russian’s place is on their knees with their tongue in my asshole.”

“Against the wall,” said the Major.

Alina blew a kiss to the guard behind the counter and then took her place against the wall. She watched as the Major snapped on a rubber glove and moved down the line. She heard the women whimper as they were probed and let out weak gasps.

“Squat!” demanded the Major.

Alina obeyed. She felt the rubber glove spread her ass cheeks and two fingers push hard into her vagina. Then a single finger touched her anus, she felt it push inside all the way up to the knuckle and then start to rotate. Alina waited until the Major’s palm was down, then she clenched her buttocks tight together, stood up and leaned backward.

The Major yelped in surprise and pain as her finger was bent back against the knuckle and Alina was sure she felt a slight crack vibrate inside her butt as the finger snapped.

“Fucking bitch!” yelled the Major ferociously as she pulled her finger out and looked at it. It was indeed bent at an unnatural angle.

The Major pulled her truncheon from her belt and lifted it to start the beat down, she noted dozens of small fresh cuts all over Alina’s back. She had seen enough in the military to recognize shrapnel wounds. She smiled knowing this will hurt even more because of them as she hit the woman’s back hard. Alina curled into a ball, using her hands to cover the back of her head as the beat down continued.

Eventually, the Major stopped and nodded in satisfaction at the welts and fresh bruises beginning to form, but also from the sobbing noise Alina was making. It was only when Alina stood back up did the Major realize the woman wasn’t sobbing she was laughing.

“Any amount of pain is worth it to hurt a Russian pig!” Alina sniggered.

The Major snarled in annoyance and nodded at the other guard to start with the hose. Freezing water sprayed over the naked women who squealed and yelped, Alina stood with her hands on the wall and didn’t even try to cover herself up.

“Get dressed!” shouted the Major as she threw towels and the prison uniform at the women’s feet.

The women were then lead through the sequence of cold bleak corridors and past heavy barred doors and into the cellblock where they were greeted by a chorus of mocking and jeering calls.

“Please…please… I don’t belong here,” sniveled one of the new prisoners and she made a feeble dash for the door, only to be kicked over by the Major and smacked on the backside with her truncheon. The woman in front of Alina was shaking all over and then a trickle of pee started running out of her sweatpants leg and onto the floor. This got even more cheers from the leering inmates and pointed and taunted the terrified girl. This triggered another two of the younger women to also wet themselves and the prisoners hollered with glee at the fresh meat.

Alina sighed. She saw a big brutish woman stare at her, then create a ‘V’ shape with her fingers and lick it. Alina laughed, built up a frothy ball of spit in her mouth and spat it into the woman’s face. This was met with laughter from the other inmates much to Grishna’s embarrassment.

“You’re dead you little bitch!” yelled Grishna above the commotion.

Alina shrugged and stepped around the puddle of pee on the floor.

“You! In here!” snarled the Major and using the truncheon at arm's length prodded Alina towards an open cell door. Inside were two fierce-looking women, one had a shaved head the other a crooked smile, with many teeth missing. In the corner was a younger woman, knees up to her chest, shaking, a dog collar around her neck.

“Enjoy your night eating cunt!” laughed the Major as the barred door slide closed with a heavy clunk.

The two fierce women eyed Alina up and down hungrily, the toothy one licking her cracked lips.

“Let’s see your titties,” sneered the one with the shaved head.

Alina looked at the bunks on either side of the cell, “This is my bunk,” she declared pointing at a top bunk.

The two women laughed, before the toothy one spoke, “You will have to earn a bunk, until then your place is either between our legs or in the corner.”

From behind Alina could hear the shouts and screams, as well as accompanying whoops, as the new girls started to be taken. She glanced around to see one of

the girls who wet herself being stripped naked in her cell, legs held apart and mounted as she sobbed uncontrollably.

The shaven-headed woman pulled out a crude metal blade from her shoe, “Now, let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Give me the knife,” said Alina, flatly and holding out her hand.

“Get her!”

The two large women lunged at Alina, but instead of backing up against the door as they had expected, she ducked between them sending them crashing into the bars. They were too slow to turn and before they had a chance Alina had kicked the toothy on in the back of the knee so she tripped and banged her head on the metal door. As the other span, Alina grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the knife and twisted. The knife fell and Alina caught it in mid-air and held it against the stunned woman’s throat.

“Anyone touches me and I put their head through the bars. And before you say it won’t fit – I will make it!”

The two women looked at each other, mouth agape and nodded in understanding. Alina slid the shiv up her sleeve, pulled the blankets from all four beds and pilled them onto her bunk. She then climbed up and wrapped herself as snuggly as she could.

Half an hour later the call for lights out was given. The two, now not so fiercelooking, women sat on the lower bunk opposite shivering.

“Hey! We need some blankets or we will freeze,” the shaven-headed woman whimpered.

“Then freeze, just do it quietly.”

Alina looked down and the two women cuddled together to keep warm. In the corner the other girl was still sitting, she was shivering all over and her lips were turning blue. She was pretty, really pretty. chestnut hair brought out her large hazel eyes. Her skin was like porcelain and totally flawless. She was the embodiment of a doll.

“What’s your name, little one?”Alina called down.

“I…I…Mila,” the girl replied through chattering teeth.

“Come up here little Mila.”

Mila nervously climbed up and Alina lifted the blankets to invite her under. The girl crawled in and Alina wrapped the blankets around her. The girl’s skin was freezing cold.

“You are like a little icicle,” teased Alina and started to rub Mila’s back and shoulders, “I am going to have to warm you up!”

Alina rolled on top of her and Mila moaned softly as she felt the heat flow back into her.

“Thank you,” Mila replied meekly, her big eyes looking nervously into Alina’s.

“You are just a pretty thing, aren’t you?”

Mila just bit her lower lip and looked up slightly embarrassed.

“You prefer eating pussy or being eaten?” Alina whispered into her ear as she stroked the girl’s hair.

“I…I… Can’t…”

“Can’t?”

“I mean I am not allowed to…”

“Says who?”

“Tatiana Vladimirov.”

“Who the fuck is this Tatiana Vladimirov? And what does she have to do with you warming my pussy?”

“She’s in charge here… from the Vladimirov crime family. She’s given me to Irina as her igrushka,” replied Mila.

“Ingrushka? You mean toy?”

Mila nodded.

“Irina?”

“The woman with shaven-head.”

Alina leaned out her bunk and looked down at the two shivering women, “Hey Irina, I’m going to fuck your igrushka, you got a problem with that?”

“But, but she’s mine! Tatiana gave her to me! It’s against the rules!”

“Fuck the rules! Fuck Tatiana and now I am going to fuck Mila!” grinned Alina.

Alina pulled the covers over them and started to kiss Mila. The girl didn’t resist and Alina’s tongue slipped easily into Mila’s warm mouth where the girl attentively licked. Alina slid her hand into the girl’s pants and over delicate lips which were starting to moisten under her touch.

“Mmm…” purred Mila spreading her legs a little wider, “But you must be careful of what you say… and do…”

“I can handle myself,” whispered Alina between kisses that were moving down to Mila’s neck.

Mila purred again at the sensation of the tongue pressing licking hard against her soft skin. Alina felt the girl was now wet enough and slid in a finger.

“Oh…Mmm…. But Tatiana doesn’t like people breaking the rules… she will punish you.”

“She can try,” Alina bit the neck, gripping a fold of skin between her teeth lightly.

Mila gasped again and reach down under Alina’s pants and gripped her ass and squeezed.

“Stick a finger up my ass,” panted Alina urgently.

Mila obliged immediately and pulled one of Alina’s cheeks open with one hand she then sucked her middle finger on the other. Carefully she found Alina’s warm ring and pushed. For a second Alina’s tight hole held then a moment later, it was breached and Mila’s finger slipped right in. Alina felt the finger caress and tantalized this softest of spongy flesh and she pushed her ass harder onto Mila’s hand. The finger rotated inside her sending tingling signals right through her body.

“Mmm… you are such as good little girl,” said Alina with a contented moan. Alina started to finger Mila’s pussy harder and faster. It was so wet now her fingers made a sucking noise each time she pulled to the edge of her entrance.

“Oh…oh…oh…” gasped Mila sweetly, her eyes closing.

Mila’s whole body was warming up now and her legs start to kick. Alina pulled up Mila’s top to reveal her small breasts, she had little dark areolas with cute nipples that were hard as bullets. Mila panted, her back arching slightly which lifted her chest. Alina couldn’t resist and sucked one of the little nubs into her mouth and licked it hard while she gripped it with her teeth.

Mila whimpered as the pain and pleasure took control of her. She squeezed her legs tight together increasing the friction of the fingers in her pussy that were stroking her vagina’s walls. Even through all this she didn’t neglect her duty and continued to rotate her finger inside Alina’s ass.

“Oh…oh… you’ve got me…I’m going to come…” panted Mila.

Alina increased the speed of her fingers, using the strength in her arm and wrist to thrust in and out with blinding speed.

“Ooooh!” squeaked Mila and her back arched fully and her legs tightened so much Alina felt her hand being crushed, “Oooh!” Then Mila slumped back on the mattress breathing deeply.

Alina retrieved her fingers, they were slick with Mila’s cum honey, and licked them. She then slipped them into Mila’s mouth so she could taste herself. Mila sucked happily, eyes looking at her new mistress.

Alina rolled off her and gave a nod towards the bottom of the bed. Mila crawled down and between Alina’s legs. Alina felt her sweatpants being pulled down to her ankles and then spread her legs to give easy access. Her pussy was already soaked from listening to Mila’s orgasm as well as the ass fingering. Her clit was fully swollen and was begging to be touched, so when she felt the wet, rough surface of a tongue glide over it, Alina sighed with bliss.

As Mila licked her out expertly Alina pulled back the covers from over her head and immediately felt the cold air chill her skin. She looked down at the two other women huddled together on the lower bunk. They obviously had been listening and were now fingering each other.

“Your igrushka certainly is good at eating pussy,” mocked Alina, “She is going to keep me lovely and warm. I hope my orgasms don’t keep you awake.”

*****

Alina reached the front of the queue with her tray and watched as the women behind the counter sploshed some running porridge onto it. The next gave her an apple and the next, a pretty young thing, gave her some kind of oat cookie. She eyed the girl up who shuffled awkwardly under her gaze.

Alina then found a table and sat down. A few of the inmates threw sideways glances at her and gave smirks as if they knew something Alina didn’t. Alina shrugged and started studying the guards, how well they were armed, did they walk as if they were military trained or just a civilian in a uniform, how much attention were they paying to the inmates?

“Hey, you! Bitch!” came a deep voice in a strange accent.

Alina looked up to see Grishna standing over her. She was flanked by two other women, one appeared to have a broken nose the other clutched her side as if her ribs had been given a good kicking.

“What?”

“ me?”

“Were you a stripper at Paplov’s? He did like hairy women.”

“For a new girl, you seem very cocky. Looks like I am going to be the one to put you in your place. From now on you are my cookie bitch!”

“Your what?” laughed Alina.

“Every day, and I mean every day, you give me your cookie,” snarled Grishna and placed a meaty hand on Alina’s shoulder.

Alina stood up abruptly sending the chair toppling with a loud clatter on the tiled floor. She didn’t need to look around to know the entire room had lost interest in their breakfast, keen to see the new girl being shamed by this brute. Alina looked the woman up and down. She was big, huge even. But she the continence of a baker’s wife, graceless and slow. She was no soldier.

“You want my cookie?” asked Alina with a sneer, her eyes twinkling darkly.

Grishna was unsettled by this woman’s confidence but she had put plenty of women in her place before and this one would be no different. She stepped forward so she was towering above Alina and to show off her thick arms she folded them and waited for this little girl to quail.

“Yes, I want your cookie, bitch!”

Alina nodded and shrugged, “Sure…ok…”

Grishna just saw a blur and then unbelievable pain as Alina kicked out driving a foot straight into her knee cap. Her whole legs buckled backward with a deep crunch. Grishna lurched over landing heavily on the other knee and howled in pain. Alina grabbed Grishna’s face with one hand and squeeze her jaw forcing her mouth to open and then with the other hand she grabbed her cookie off her tray and slammed it down Grishna’s open gullet.

“Here’s my fucking cookie!” spat Alina and then with the heel of her hand slammed the cookie down Grishna’s throat. The cookie mostly crumbled and Grishna erupted into a fit of coughs as she began to choke, tears pouring down her face, her eyes now wide with fear and pain. Alina didn’t stop there, she rammed a knee into Grishna’s big chest sending the large woman sprawling onto the floor.

Grishna’s two flunkies looked on in horror, completely frozen to the spot, as Alina jumped with both feet onto the Bulgarian’s arm. It snapped with a sharp crack. Grishna tried to scream again but her voice was cut short by more pitiful chokes. Alina jumped up and down again and again, each time there was another sickening crack as Grishna’s arm broke again and again.

The room went silent, there were not the usual cheers that accompanied a prison scrap. One girl threw up as she saw Grishna’s arm twisted in several unnatural angles. At last, the guards sprang into action after realizing this fight had devolved into something serious. It took four guards to grapple Alina and haul her off.

“Anyone else want my fucking cookie?!” she yelled as she was carried out the door.

Kayla looked at Maria, her face drained of all color, “What the fuck have I done?”

“Wow!” said Ivana taking a bite out of her apple, “That’s not the kind of woman you want to mess with! Let’s hope she never finds out you betrayed her!”

“That was your idea!” snapped Kayla, “You said to get my lawyer to give her location up to the police! You said they would reduce our sentences! Well, it hasn’t and now I’m fucking dead!”

“What are you talking about?” asked Maria confused, but quickly filling in the blanks, “Kayla, please tell me you didn’t!”

Kayla started to sob, “Ivana said if I gave up the Chechnyians we would be moved to a low-security prison, both of us!”

“If you are going to wet yourself again, can you give me a warning,” said Ivana and edged along the bench away from Kayla.

“Kayla! I told you not to, I told you!” gasped Maria anger building inside her even though she saw the fear in her friend’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I can’t take being used as Roksana’s

fuck toy every single night!” Kayla sobbed.

Maria took Kayla’s hand and squeezed, “What did the lawyer say?”

“That while informing on other criminals can in some cases reduce sentences… but… because… because our crime was so serious he didn’t know if the government would consider any leniency.”

“Yeah… smuggling weapons into Chechnya is a big no-no in Russia,” agreed Ivana.

“It was your idea! You said it would help! You even put the phone in my hand!”

“You seem to have difficulty taking responsibility for your actions, young lady!” replied Ivana putting on a deep tone to replicate a mother’s scolding voice.

“Ivana,” started Maria, “Why would you tell her to give up the Chechnyians if you knew it wouldn’t help?”

“Oh, it will help! It will help me and if you play your cards right it will help you too!”

And for the first time Maria saw more than playful mischievousness twinkling in Ivana’s eyes, she saw a devilish deviousness, and she realized that she and Kayla

had been played.

Chapter Six – Tatiana ‘Ivana’ Vladimirov

Ivana sighed and threw down an edition of Vogue, which was a year old, onto the thick fur blanket and looked around the room bored. The same drab walls, stuffy old sofas, old tv that only got a signal when it wasn’t snowing… which was pretty much never. The large boiler, which while kept the room noise often banged and shook in the middle of the night. She sank back into the plump pillow and gave out another sigh and waited. Nothing happened. She glanced over to Valeria who was sitting up in bed next to her engrossed in a particularly thick book. She looked very studious with her reading glasses on, but Ivana’s eyes were drawn, as always, to the two large breasts. Despite their size, they were totally pert, two perfect gravity-defying globes.

Ivana sighed again, this time even louder and accompanied it by sitting up and slumping back down onto the pillows.

“What?” asked Valeria, turning a page and not taking her eyes off the book.

“Hmm… nothing… I didn’t say anything,” said Ivana.

“OK…” replied Valeria.

Ivana sighed again and waited to see if Valeria would react, but she didn’t and after a few seconds of listening to the wind howl around the prison walls Ivana gave up trying to ‘subtly’ get her attention.

“Valeria, why are your breasts so big?”

“As a baby, my mother made me suckle at the teat of a black bear every day,” replied Valeria, still reading.

“Valeria, you are so badass.”

“Yes, I am indeed badass,” Valeria turned another page.

“You are my Big Bear.”

“Yes, I am your Big Bear,” agreed Valeria, using her finger to keep her place on the page.

“Do you like my breasts?” asked Ivana cupping her small titties thoughtfully.

It was Valeria’s turn to sigh and she closed the book and took off her glasses, “You are not going to let me read, are you?”

Ivana shook her head and grinned.

“What do you want? Me to tell you how wonderful your little titties are, maybe suck them?” asked Valeria, tracing a finger around Ivana’s neat little areola.

“I want to escape!”

“Not this again!” Valeria put her glasses back on and picked up her book and flicked through to find her place.

Ivana grabbed the book and tossed it across the room, it vanished into the gloom.

“Hey!”

“I have a plan!”

“And a moment ago I had a book… a good book, and I wanted to find out what happened to little Frodo, I think he is about to have sex with his gardener.”

“Listen to me,” said Ivana sitting up and turning to face her Valeria, her eyes twinkling with excitement. The bed covers fell to her waist so she sat topless, distracting Valeria.

“Ok, I’m listening.”

“Then stop looking at my titties!”

“I am listening with my ears, what I choose to do with my eyes is up to me!”

Ivana pulled the bedsheets to cover herself up.

“I have a plan to get us out of this prison.”

“There are about ten locked reinforced metal doors between us and the outside world. And then what?” shrugged Valeria, “We are in the middle of Siberia and the only question becomes what kills us first, the Russian police, your father, your father’s enemies the cold or the bears,” Valeria then reached out with an extended finger, hooked the bedsheets around Ivana’s chest and pulled them down to reveal her breasts again, “I do like your small titties.”

“What if I had a plan to get us out of this prison, smuggle us out of Siberia and to the border?”

“Then well done, we get caught trying to get out the country, arrested and killed by either the Russian police, your father, your father’s enemies… although, maybe we would be safe from the bears. Maybe.”

“And if I had a plan to not only get to the border but also to get documents to get us across?”

Valeria managed to pull her eyes off Ivana’s tits and looked at her face, her curiosity piqued, “But we don’t know anyone who could get through ten locked doors, or anyone who could smuggle us out of Siberia, around all the police blockades, avoiding your father’s hitmen, drive us to the border nor do we know anyone who can make us documents. All the s we have work for your father, and they are not going to help us. Kill us, maybe. Help us? Never.”

“Guess we need new s, people my father doesn’t know.”

“Where do we find these new s? Most of the people here can barely tie their own shoelaces, I think this plan would be beyond them.”

“Simple! We bring them here!”

*****

“Everyone hates you! Everyone! Both the guards and the other inmates! That is quite an achievement in twelve hours. Normally people entering prisons try to make friends,” said Ivana sitting, crossed-legged, on the armchair.

Alina shrugged, “I was never a popular kid at school. You must be this famous Tatiana. You look like a child. And what’s with your hair? It looks like you cut it in a blender.”

“Why is everyone having a go at my hair?” snorted Ivana, “If you must know I cut it like this to blend in with the other inmates.”

“I don’t care. And who's this?” asked Alina, looking at Valeria who was standing next to Ivana, arms folded across her chest. “Hey there sweetie, you going to give me a kiss?” Alina puckered her lips.

Valeria didn’t blink. She turned picked up a file from the table and opened it, “Alina Zakharova. Thirty-one. Being held pending trial for, multiple homicides, sedition, terrorism, possession of illegal explosives, smuggling weapons, money laundering and sex trafficking. Expected sentence: death by firing squad.”

“Once I also stole a candy bar from this market stall in Kazan, let’s hope the authorities don’t find out about that or this could get serious,” Alina glanced over her shoulder where Roksana was standing, blade in hand, “Well if you have finished telling me what a naughty girl I am, can we get on with the beating and raping. But I warn you… I will enjoy it.”

“Isn’t she just adorable!” smiled Ivana, clapping her hands with glee.

“We aren’t going to beat you or rape you,” said Valeria, tossing away the file and sitting down on the edge of the table.

“Not even if I ask nicely?” smirked Alina.

“Normally the wheels of Russian justice turn slowly, but I think in the case of a

Chechnyan Separatist they will suddenly speed up. See that courtyard out there?” Valeria gestured to the window behind her, “In a few weeks the guards are going to take you into that yard, strip you, beat you to a pulp, nail you to a post and shoot you. And then probably piss on your corpse just for a laugh.”

Alina looked out the window, through the snow she could see a thick wooden post in front of a black brick wall – both were riddled with bullet holes. She was able to hide the look of fear in her eyes, the only tell-tale reaction was sharp intact of breath.

“I am not afraid of death.”

“I believe you. But I know you don’t want to die out there, in some hellhole of Siberia, stripped naked, legs broken, nailed down like a wretched dog waiting to be put out of its misery. And then forgotten, like you never even existed. You want to go down in glory, gun in hand singing your Chechnyan songs as you charge the evil Russians. It must have really pissed you off when you were taken alive.”

Alina glared back at Valeria, all cocky bravado replaced by seething anger, “What the fuck do you want?”

“The exact same thing as you, to get the fuck out of here.”

“Why do I get the feeling me being here isn’t a coincidence?” Alina turned back to Ivana, “You’re some Mafia Princess right? Why do you need me?”

“Let’s just say we have a few friends out there, but a lot of enemies too,” replied Ivana, “And we would like to use a more… under the radar mode of transport for our escape.”

“If we get out of this place, do you have people that can get us to the border?” asked Valeria.

“Which border?”

“Estonia.”

“That’s over two thousand miles, not an easy route. And the Estonians don’t like you Russians any more than us Chechnyans.”

“Can you get us there, or not?”

“You get me over these walls, I will get you to the Estonian border. How you get across the border, that’s your problem. Is it just the four of us?”

“We have another two helping us,” replied Ivana.

“And when do I get to meet them?”

Ivana shared a smile with Valeria, “You already know them.”

*****

Ivana jumped around on the bed, completely nude singing happily, “I like to be in America! Ok by me in America, Everything free in America!” Her edition of Vogue, now two years old, fell to the floor.

“It has been so nice and quiet this last week, just me, my quiet little igrushka and my book,” sighed Valeria as she tried to read.

“Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today, I want to be a part of it, New York, New York. These vaga… vaga…bond…vagabond… shoes are longing to stray and make a brand new start of it. New York, New York,” continued Ivana, now holding an imaginary microphone.

Valeria put down the book and looked up at the naked nymph bouncing up and down. Her body was so tight, her ass so firm it didn’t even jiggle as Ivana danced up and down. Her small titties swayed slightly from side to side as she rocked her shoulders to the rhythm of her song. Valeria just lay back on the pillow and took in the beauty of this glorious, crazy girl and smiled. Then she couldn’t resist anymore and gave the blanket a firm tug. With a yelp, Ivana lost her balance and fell into Valeria’s waiting arms.

“Help! I have been caught by a fierce big bear!” grinned Ivana as she lay on top of Valeria, face to face.

Valeria effortlessly rolled Ivana over so she was now on top and looked down at the petite girl. Ivana’s small body felt so fragile in her strong arms and the desire to protect her from the world was overwhelming. She squeezed Ivana tight against her breasts.

“Oh no! The bear is going to eat me!” squealed Ivana, wiggling in Valeria’s muscular grip.

“Which part of you do you want me to eat first?” teased Valeria and playfully bit Ivana’s neck above the shoulder.

Ivana let out a moan, and then wrapped her legs tight around Valeria’s waist and her arms around the broad back, “Maybe I will eat you first!” with that Ivana tried to wrestle Valeria over. With grunts and groans, Ivana tried to heave Valeria onto her back with all her strength. The larger woman didn’t budge and just laughed.

“Fuck, I love you,” Valeria sighed, looking into Ivana’s eyes.

Ivana stopped wiggling and lay still and looked meekly up, “Even if I am a little crazy?”

“Especially because you are very crazy.”

Ivana leaned up and peppered Valeria’s lips with small kisses before flopping back down to the pillow, “You are my whole world,” her tone serious and calm. Then in a flash, her mischievous grin returned, “But I a time you didn’t love me!”

*****

The rain in London came down in sheets from the endless grey sky, drenching the grey buildings before bouncing up off the grey sidewalk. Ivana sighed as her little white socks started to get wet and tried to adjust the angle of her umbrella to fend off more of the rain.

“Come on Ivana, we’re all going to Jennifer’s new flat in Chelsea. Her parents are out for the weekend, it is going to be totally crazy!” shouted Mary from across the car park as she and a couple other girls in school uniform bundled themselves into a shiny, black Range Rover.

“I have to meet my father first,” she called back, “I’ll try to get there later, ok?”

Mary shrugged, “Sure, but hurry, James will be there and you know Tracy has her eyes on him. You don’t want to arrive to find her…” Mary then did a vulgar gesture of stroking an imaginary cock near her mouth while she pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek several times.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can!”

The Range Rover drove off splashing through the puddles and sending spray across the pavements. Ivana watched the last of the girls scurry out the school gates and into their parent’s waiting cars, using their textbooks as makeshift umbrellas as they ran. Soon she was alone, in the rain with wet socks.

She glanced at her watch again and shivered. The rain had, somehow, got worse and now was splashing up to her bare knees. A car backfired and she jumped. Even in this bustling city she suddenly felt very alone. She glanced at her watch again.

A black Mercedes Limo pulled up and Ivana didn’t wait for the driver to get out and open the door for her, she tugged the door open, tried to fold up the umbrella, which just wouldn’t fold so she tossed it onto the pavement and slammed the door behind her.

“Where the fuck have you been? Seriously? I have been waiting in the rain for over an hour!” shouted Ivana then she looked around. Her father was sitting in his customary five-thousand-dollar suit, next to him was bodyguard, Igor and a woman she didn’t recognize. Even in her black tro suit, her muscular physique was clear. A tattoo of a skull was just visible above her collar line and her hair was closely shaved on each side while the top was gelled slickly back. Ivana gave the woman a cursory look before continuing to vent her anger at her father.

“It is bad enough I have to be in this ridiculous, fucking country, but if I must, then the least you can do is bother to pick me up on time!”

“You said five o’clock, it is five o’clock,” shrugged Demetri, “and mind your

language, I am not sending you to English Private school to learn how to swear like a sailor.”

“I said four o’clock. Four. Fucking. O’clock! Now, look at me! My socks are soaked! I most likely will catch pneumonia a die!”

Demetri turned to Igor and the other woman, “Two years in England and my daughter has already forgotten what cold weather really is.”

The woman gave a wry smile while Igor just stared with his dead eyes.

“Whatever. I need to get home and changed, my friends are having a party this evening.”

“I am afraid you won’t be able to go anywhere tonight,” replied Demetri running his fingers through his short silver beard.

“Excuse me? I have barely seen you in months and now you turn up, late, and start telling me what I can and can’t do!”

“I wasn’t late, you said five o’clock. And tonight you are staying in. There maybe an…issue and… well, it will be safer if you stay home tonight.”

“An issue?”

“A security issue.”

“So it is ok for me to stand on a street corner like a Moscow whore for an hour waiting for you, but not ok to go to a party?”

“I wasn’t late!” shouted Demetri, his mood suddenly changing, “You said five. Fucking. O’clock! And you are not going out, you are going home and staying home!”

Ivana slumped back in the deep leather seat and looked sullenly out of the window, and watched the rain run horizontally across the pane.

Demetri took a breath to calm himself, “I want you to meet someone, this is Valeria. She is going to be in charge of your security.”

“She looks like a lesbo dyke,” replied Ivana not even turning away from the window.

“Tatiana!” snapped her father.

“It’s ok,” said Valeria, “I have been called a lot worse. It is nice to meet you, Tatiana.”

“Sure,” Ivana put her head against the window and looked out as they crossed the grey rain-speckled river Thames as it wound its way through grey London.

*****

“Privet… I mean, hello. I’m sorry, I know your father wants us just to use English while we are here. My English is not so good as yours. You speak so well.”

“Well, I’ve been here for like, forever,” replied Ivana looking up from her magazine of Vogue at Valeria who was standing in the doorway. She looked awkward like she didn’t know how to hold herself in a suit.

“Two years. Is that correct?”

“Feels like two hundred years,” mumbled Ivana, “Is there something you want?”

“Nyet… Er…no. Just checking you are ok…safe.”

“I’m in Mayfair, in my house with a security guard posted at the front gate, another at the door and some random woman in my bedroom, watching me. I think I am safe. While all my friends are getting ready to go to a party. So you can see my life, while safe, is pretty much the same as being in prison.”

“Looks like you have good life to me,” replied Valeria looking around the large bedroom which was furnished with antiques and classic artworks that clashed with a garish poster of a British boyband, the discarded school uniform on the floor and a sodden pair of socks that were on the radiator and starting to smell. The bed in which Ivana lay was a white four-poster with dark pink curtains making the occupant look like some kind of fairy tale princess.

Ivana noticed Valeria inspecting her bedroom, “That poster is mine, that TV and those smelly socks. Everything else is my father’s. It’s great when your dad thinks he knows best how to decorate his teenage daughter’s bedroom.”

“You could change a few things, I am sure he wouldn’t mind.”

Ivana laughed, “You don’t know my father!”

“He wants the best for you.”

“No offense, Soldier Barbie, you don’t know fuck all about me or my father. Now leave me alone.”

“Your father give you nice house to live in, nice school to learn in and in nice country. You should be more happier and more respectfuller,” replied Valeria, her tone deepening, “I did not have anything like this when I was getting bigger.”

“Well thank you for your eloquent words of wisdom, now fuck off you dyke! Maybe you can convince the maid to eat you out!”

*****

Ivana peered over the banister and down to the black and white tiled entrance hall. She could hear her father talking on the phone. There was the sound of footsteps as Igor walked through the hallway, checking the windows and doors to make sure they were secure. Ivana watched as he continued his patrol. She had no idea where Valeria had gone, perhaps she had found the maid to her liking, she laughed to herself. She then crept to the guest room at the back of the house and carefully opened the window. The rain had eased a little and she put on her jacket over her short sequin dress and climbed out onto the balcony. From there she dropped her high-heeled shoes down to the lawn below and climbed down the terrace.

The study was lit up and she saw her father talking on the phone while making excessive hand gestures. Her heart stopped when he appeared to be looking straight at her, but she relaxed as he turned away, unable to see out of the bright room and into the dark garden. She tiptoed around the side of the house, up onto the garden shed and over the stone wall. She dropped down onto the sidewalk and put her shoes on. It wasn’t long until a black cab drove by and she hailed it down, she climbed in oblivious to the two men watching her from a parked van.

“Ivana! You made it!” squealed Mary with delight as she opened the door to the swanky apartment and gave her a hug, “There some beers in the fridge, and I got you a little extra something,” she pulled out a little clear bag from her cleavage with two pink pills inside, “We are going to fucking party!”

The apartment was full of teenagers dancing away to house music that was making the entire place shake. Some were chilling on sofas, drinking and laughing with each other. Ivana saw James, he looked so cool in his baggy jeans, he was definitely the most handsome guy here, she thought. She checked herself out quickly in a mirror, sighing in frustration, that while she had a tight body, flat tummy, a small round ass that was twinking with sequins, her breasts were almost flat. To make matters worse she saw Tracy chatting to James, making sure to push out her ample bosom, which had suddenly come into bloom over the last summer holidays.

Ivana pulled out the little bag of pills and swallowed one before taking a huge swig from a can of beer.

“Hey,” said Ivana calmly to James.

“Hey,” James replied cooly.

They looked at each other while Tracy’s eyes turned to slits.

“You look lovely,” said Tracy, “Are sequins still all the rage in Slovakia?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’m from Moscow,” replied Ivana making sure she sounded nonchalant.

“I love your accent, it is so sexy!” said James with a cheeky grin.

James opened the bedroom door and checked it was empty, “All clear!” he led Ivana in by the hand. The room was in darkness and Ivana could only just make out the bed in the middle of the room. Her heart was pounding, she was going to finally lose her virginity, and to James Turner!

“You are so fucking hot,” gasped James, his hand running over Ivana’s tight body, around to her ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Ivana could feel his excitement pressing against her midriff as he leaned in and kissed her.

She felt dizzy. Just excitement she told herself. But then her heart started to palpate. James stepped away and undid his jeans and pulled out his rock-hard cock and gave Ivana an encouraging nod.

“Er… I haven’t, you know done that before,” said Ivana nervously.

“Nothing to it,” grinned James, “Just take it in your mouth and lick.”

Ivana stumbled slightly and only by holding onto James was she able to stand on her feet, “Fuck, I don’t feel so well.”

“Here lie down on the bed, I’ll help you,” said James and guided her onto the bed where she collapsed.

Ivana stared at the ceiling which seemed to be wobbling and changing colors.

“So you going to suck me off, or what?”

“Hmm?”

“I said, are you going to suck my dick?” said James in a frustrated tone, “It’s so fucking hard now It’s got to be sucked… unless…” James lifted Ivana’s short dress up, which was already riding high and checked out her panties, “unless you just want to skip that?” He then glanced at the door to make sure no one was coming. He reached under Ivana’s skirt and pulled down her panties to reveal her teen pussy. “Oh fuck yeah, you are going to be so tight!”

“What…what are you doing?”

“Sssh, just be quiet so no one hears us,” whispered James as he started to mount Ivana, cock in hand.

Ivana felt a hand spread her legs and then fingers fumble at her pussy, searching for the opening.

“Hey… stop…I don’t feel good… I think those pills were bad…”

“It’s ok, it’s ok…sssh now… sssh.”

“Get off, I need some air.”

“We’ll get some air, just give me a minute,” panted James as he positioned his cock at Ivana’s entrance.

“No, I need some air and water… hey get off! What are you doing?”

“Just lie still!” hissed James as Ivana started to struggle and he lost his position.

Ivana lifted her knee catching James square in his testicles that were pulled up tight against his erection. James’s eyes widened and he let out a wordless gasp as he slumped to the floor. Ivana pulled up her panties and staggered out the door and into the waves of music that disorientated her senses even more. She found the way to the stairs, and by holding onto the railing she managed to get down without falling. She blinked trying to focus her sight as she dashed for the front door and then she stumbled outside, sat on the stone steps and breathed deep of the cold, air. She looked up allowing the rain to fall on her face and she felt the world beneath her feet start to steady itself.

Ivana didn’t notice the black van across the street, or the two, shaven-headed men get out and approach her. The first time she realized something was happening was when her arms were grabbed from both sides and she was hauled off the steps and towards the van.

“Hey! Who are you? What are you doing! Get off! Hel..” Ivana started to shout before a rag was stuffed halfway down her throat and she choked. The rear doors of the van were opened and the world began to spin again. Her legs gave way and she was about to hit the ground when she was caught by the men and tossed into the back of the van.

She lay there too confused to be terrified and looked up as the van door started to close, the cruel smirk of one of the shaven-headed men sneering down at her. Then the man froze and blood started to drip from his mouth, slowly at first and then a torrent until red gore flowed down his chin and down onto his chest. Ivana blinked as the door opened again and she saw Valeria standing there. She reached into the van, pulled Ivana out and carried her like a doll in her arms. Ivana saw the second man lying face down in the road a dark pool forming around his head.

Valeria put Ivana in the back of a car and pulled the rag from her mouth, “Wait here, I need to take care of the bodies.”

The next thing Ivana knew she woke up in her own bed, the first rays of dawn shining through the cracks in the curtains and her head feeling like it was about to explode. She sat up with a groan and saw she was still in her sequin dress. In the chair next to her bed sat Valeria, her head on one side as she slept. On her bedside table was a glass and a whole pitcher of water, she didn’t bother with the glass and just drained the whole pitcher straight into her mouth.

“Ah, sleeping beauty has woken up,” mumbled Valeria rubbing her stiff neck.

“What happened?” asked Ivana.

“What do you ?”

“I kicked James in the balls… then I was outside… then two men… They tried to put me in the back of a van! And then…blood… and you… and I woke up here…”

“Sounds about right, although I am not sure about the ‘kicking James in balls part,’ but if that happened, good for you.”

“Fuck, my father, he is going to kill me!”

“Your father doesn’t know,” replied Valeria flatly.

“He doesn’t? You didn’t tell him?”

“That on my first day as your bodyguard you sneaked out of the house and were almost kidnapped by Albanians? No, I didn’t tell him that. I think it best if we both keep that a secret, don’t you?”

Ivana nodded meekly, “Thank you…for…”

“You are welcome, but next time you sneak off to party, maybe you tell me. I

like parties.”

Ivana smiled for an instant and then her eyes widened and she blushed.

“What?” asked Valeria.

“I think I have wet the bed…”

“That is a ‘you’ problem, not a bodyguard problem.”

*****

Ivana ambled outside, her dressing gown hanging open loosely, her hair a frizzy mess. The sun was climbing high and the patio was already hot under her bare feet.

“So glad you can us,” said Dimitri as he sipped his coffee.

“Where’s breakfast?” yawned Ivana as she sat down and looked bleary-eyed over the valley that was lined with fir trees and down towards a river, flanked by wild meadows.

“Breakfast? It is almost lunch. A lunch which we will be all spending with Lena. A lunch which will be very pleasant and full of joy, not your sullen antics.”

“Fucking Lena,” mumbled Ivana and put on her father’s sunglasses, which were far too big for her small head.

Dimitri grabbed Ivana’s wrist in a vice-like grip and leaned forward, “You will not speak about Lena like that! Ever! You understand?”

Ivana tried to pull her arm away but her father held on, “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes! Yes! Let go, you are hurting me!”

Dimitri released his grip and took another sip of his coffee, “Good, now get dressed and look presentable.”

“Fine. Where are we going for this magical lunch, full of rainbows and joy?”

“It is going to be here,” shrugged Dimitri.

“Here?! At the Dacha! But this is mother’s special place! I don’t want that

fucking woman coming here!”

Dimitri’s hand lashed out so fast Ivana didn’t even have time to dodge. The back of his hand struck Ivana’s across the side of her face sending the sunglasses tumbling and cracking on the patio.

“I told you not to speak about Lena like that!” snarled Dimitri, pure rage burning in his eyes.

Ivana looked around stunned, Igor just stood there an amused smug smile on his lips, Valeria bit her lip, clenched her fist but didn’t make a move.

“Go! Get ready! Now!”

“Yes, Papa,” Ivana gave a sob as her face started to sting and ran off inside.

Valeria watched as Dimitri, his two sons and other daughter greet Lena. She was a tall woman with a refined style, dressed from head to toe in the latest designer clothes from Italy. Her face, although beautiful was also very serious face. Dimitri was clearly smitten with his new girlfriend and smiled as they all mingled. Then Valeria saw Ivana coming down the stairs and gave a groan. She was dressed in cut-off jeans, which Ivana had told her were called ‘jorts’ and were all the rage in the West. Bright white sneakers and an American football jersey. She had also decided to sport a particularly large pair of sunglasses.

“Oh hello there, Tatiana. You look… I am actually not sure what you look like,” said Lena as she caught sight of Ivana.

“Thank you, very sweet of you to say,” replied Ivana with a butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth smile.

Dimitri’s eyes flared as did his nostrils, “So good of you to us, Tatiana.”

They sat at the dinner table, sun flowing through the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the manicured lawn and the lush trees in the valley below.

“Your father has just been telling me how your brothers and sister are getting on, I am so excited to get to know such a family of high achievers. Tell me, Tatiana, what are your plans now? I understand you decided to leave Cambridge University in England. That came as a huge surprise to me,” said Lena as she precisely cut into the meat on her plate, and then swallowed the tiniest or portions.

“Not sure,” shrugged Tatiana as she harpooned an entire leg of duck with her fork and started to chew at it.

“Well, a lady of your age, if she is no longer interested in further improving herself, should perhaps be looking for a man. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“With table manners like that, I am not surprised,” replied Lena, ruffled by Ivana’s dismissiveness.

“Tatiana, please can you use both your knife and fork?” said Dimitri with a forced smile.

“It is important for lady to be… well lady,” started Lena, “You can’t expect to get anywhere in this world unless you present yourself well. Perhaps I could take you shopping, I am sure I can spot a few good outfits for you… you know I have quite the eye for fashion.”

“It is my twenty-first birthday next week, could do with a new party dress. I used to go with my mother to buy my dresses. And then come back here, to my mother’s dacha and have lunch with my mother. Are you my mother?” asked Ivana, staring coldly at Lena.

“Well… of course not… I… I… Er… Demitri?” she elbowed Ivana’s father for .

“Tatiana, we all miss your mother very much, no more than myself. But life goes on and we…”

“Life goes on? It doesn’t for her, does it?”

“Tati…” started her sister as she put a hand on Ivana’s arm.

“Well, I don’t need another mother! I don’t need some jumped-up nobody coming into my life telling me that I need to find a man. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Ivana’s eldest brother stood up, his face serious but in control, “Tatiana, you are being disrespectful to our guest and you are being disrespectful to our father. Please leave the dining table and go to your room.” For added effect, he pointed to the door.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Are you trying to be the big man now? You have achieved shit! Everything you have is what father has given you! And now you stand there like you are in charge!”

“I am looking to the future with my father while you are choosing to be the same spoilt brat you have always been. Father is too easy on you, so I am telling you…”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” yelled Ivana getting to her feet, “Too easy on me?” She took off her sunglasses to reveal the swollen bruise that had formed around her eye.

“Well… it is good her has taken a firm hand with you at last!”

“Father, please tell me you didn’t hit Tati?” asked Ivana’s sister.

Before Dimitri could speak the eldest brother interrupted and like recalling some matra said, “Sometimes violence is necessary, it is just the way of the world.”

“What are you talking about, you fool?” snapped his sister, “A man must never hit a woman, never!”

“I agree with your brother,” started Lena, “Sometimes a little tap is necessary for unruly children.”

“I’ll give you a necessary tap you old bitch!” snarled Ivana and made for Lena, only to be held back by her sister.

“Enough!” bellowed Dimitri standing up and slamming his fist into the table, “I’ve had a fucking enough! Tatiana come with me!”

Dimitri stormed around the table, grabbed Tatiana by the elbow and hauled her out the room.

“I am sick and tired of you! If you want to act like a child I will treat you like a child! Valeria! Valeria!”

Valeria stepped out of the hall, she had been listening to Ivana’s antics in the dining room with growing concern, and now seeing Dimitri almost frothing at the mouth, she was genuinely afraid for her.

“Sir?”

“Come with me!” he snapped and tightening his grip on Ivana pulled her to his study.

“Let go! You are hurting me!” sniveled Ivana, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Valeria, shut the door!”

“Sir, I think you are scaring her now.”

“I don’t pay you to think!” snapped Dimitri and shoved Ivana over the arm of a leather sofa, “I have been told it is not appropriate for me to hit my ‘grown up’ daughter. So I want you to do it.”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Pull down those ridiculous pants and spank her!”

“What? No!” squealed Ivana as she tried to get up, but was pushed back down by her father.

“I told you if you act like a child you will be punished like a child! Now, Valeria, go ahead.”

“Sir, I am in charge of her security, not…not whatever this is,” protested Valeria.

“You are in charge of whatever I fucking say you are! Now either you spank this little brat or I ask Igor to do it. I know for certain he has no issues inflicting pain on girls!”

Valeria knew what kind of monster Igor was, and while the idea of spanking Ivana sickened her, the idea of Igor doing touching Ivana in such a way made her feel even worse. She took a deep breath and stepped towards Ivana, whose ass stuck up into the air.

“Valeria? No, what are you doing? Please don’t!”

Valeria pushed Ivana back down, took hold of the jeans and pulled them down to around her ankles.

“And her underwear! I want her to this for the rest of her life!”

“Valeria…” sobbed Ivana.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t you be sorry!” snarled Dimitri, “It is that brat who should be apologizing!”

“Daddy! I am sorry! I am sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Too late now! Embarrassing me like that in front of Lena. You are lucky this is all I’m doing to you! Now, Valeria, get on with it!”

Valeria pulled down Ivana’s panties so her small, round ass was exposed. The girl squeezed her legs together trying to hide her pussy, but the way the high sofa arm pushed out her butt, Valeria was still able to see her delicate folds. Valeria brought her arm back and landed a smack on the firm buttocks.

“For fucks sake! Harder than that! My father used to smack me so hard I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week! Harder!”

Valeria knew there was no point arguing and spanked Ivana again, who gave out a yelp and then a sob.

“Harder!”

Valeria clenched her jaw and then spanked harder. The sound of palm on firm buttocks reverberated around the room. Ivana cried out.

“Again!”

Valeria saw her handprint was starting to form across Ivana’s cheeks, but as instructed she spanked her again.

“Again!”

Smack.

“Again! Again! Again! Again! Again!”

Valeria kept spanking until her own hand hurt, and she knew that was nothing compared to the burning Ivana must now be feeling. Her little ass was now bright red all over. Ivana no longer cried out with every hit, her body just rocked back and forward to the power of her sobs.

“Again!”

Valeria brought back her hand and spanked the already angry flesh and Ivana buckled beneath the blow and let out another whimper.

“I hope you have learned your lesson. Now go to your room and I don’t expect

to see or hear from you for the rest of the day,” Dimitri left the study, slamming the door closed behind him.

As soon as he was gone Valeria knelt by Ivana and brushed the hair from her face. The sobbing girl’s cheeks as red as her butt and glistened with her tears.

“How could you do this to me?” Ivana cried.

“You know I had to. You know what your father is like… you know what Igor would have done. I’m so sorry. I am going to get some ice, it will ease the pain. Don’t move.”

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Ivana sobbed feebly but didn’t move.

Valeria sighed and went out the door. When she returned a minute later, Ivana hadn’t moved she was still just lying there, pants around her ankles, her crimson ass in the air.

“My poor girl. Here I have a packet of frozen peas,” Valeria gently touched the packet against Ivana’s ass and she winced.

“I bet this is turning you on! You are just a lesbo dyke! You probably soaked your panties spanking me!”

“Why are you such a little brat?!” snapped Valeria, “Sure your father is tough, but a lot of Russian fathers are tough. You wouldn’t have liked to have met mine.”

“Oh, please don’t bother telling me how tough your life was or how lucky I am! I’m sick of your Afghan war stories, telling me what real life is like. This, this right here in my life! Pants around my ankles and my ass in the air! I’m not strong like you!”

“You are here with your pants around your ankles and ass in the air because you behave like a child! But you also have someone holding a packet of frozen peas your skinny ass because you have someone who cares for you!”

Ivana broke down into another flood of tears, “Valeria, what am I to do! I hate my life! I hate my family! I hate my father and I fucking hate, fucking Lena! They are right, I am useless,” Ivana winced again as Valeria pressed down harder with the frozen peas.

“Then do something about it! You are smart, beautiful… funny in a strange way. If you don’t like your life then do something to change it.”

*****

“Strip. Against the wall. Next!” shouted the Major as another girl pulled off her clothes, did her best to cover herself and stood against the wall.

“Name?”

“Tatiana Ivana Vladimirov.”

“Possessions in the tray. Strip and against the wall.”

“Has someone explained who I am?” asked Ivana meekly.

The Major gave her an annoyed stare, “I don’t give a fuck who you are! Strip and against the wall!”

“I… I think maybe someone might have given you something to… treat me… differently… you see my father is Dimitri…”

“I don’t care who your daddy is, princess! Get your scrawny ass out of those clothes and get against the fucking. And if you don’t then I will do it for you and if that happens you will have more to worry about than your dignity.”

Ivana trembled at the fierceness of the guard and her hands fumbled as she pulled off her t-shirt and unbuttoned her jeans. Against the wall were already five naked women looking around fearfully, while behind her in the queue waited half a dozen more. She pulled down her jeans and noticed her legs were shaking uncontrollably. As she undressed she could hear the two guards talking to each other.

“See this one,” said the Major to the guard behind the counter, “She’s a real cutie, just the sort of fresh pussy Darla likes.”

“You going to give her to Darla?” chuckled the guard, “She will fuck her up real good. Look how tight she is!”

“Yeah, imagine what Darla is going to do to her. We should get a few thousand rubles for her.”

Ivana felt sick and suddenly her bladder felt very full.

“Hurry it up!” snarled the Major.

Ivana took off her bra, the Major and the guard made no attempt to hide they were checking out her small titties.

“Shame we can’t keep her for ourselves,” laughed the guard behind the counter.

Ivana pulled down her panties and covered her crotch with her hands, she then shuffled over to the wall, knowing her ass was on full display.

“Maybe we will have ourselves a turn with that tight little ass one of these days,”

replied the Major.

Ivana waited against the wall, the room was hot and stuffy and she was starting to feel faint. She watched as the other women were forced to strip and made eye with another girl her age who was on the brink of tears. Ivana wanted to smile at her, to get a smile back to feel any kind of human warmth, but she was too scared and instead of a smile she gave a plaintive sob.

“Hands against the wall, legs spread and squat!” bellowed the Major as she pulled a rubber glove on, “Sorry ladies, cutbacks, one glove for all.”

Despite the humiliation, all the women did what they were told and the Major moved along the line and as she did Ivana heard a sequence of whimpers. Then it was her turn.

“Here we go, Princess.”

A finger ran along her labia and then pushed into her vagina. The Major turned to her colleague and called across the room, “Think she’s a virgin too, Darla will pay us extra for that!”

Ivana blushed at having her secrets shouted out to everyone and just closed her eyes. Then the finger withdrew, traced its way along her perineum to her anus and started to probe.

“Spread your legs wider!” snarled the Major.

Ivana did her best, knowing she was giving her ass to this horrible woman. The finger continued to push and she felt the pain of its attempts to enter her.

“Fuck!” shouted the Major to her friend, “This little bitch’s ass is tighter than a nun’s. A few of the men down to hill would pay good money for something this tight! She could be our little cash cow.”

“Wouldn’t stay tight for long!” laughed the other guard and got another chuckle from the Major.

Ivana’s legs almost buckled from the amount she was trembling and she let out a loud sob.

“There, there Princess. No need to be scared, I think you are going to be very popular here. Very popular indeed!” with that the Major’s finger breached her asshole and pushed deep inside, “So fucking tight!”

The Major moved down the line and the sequence of moans, sobs and whimpers continued.

“Turn the hose on.”

A moment later there was a whoosh of ice water and a yell as the first girl in the line was blasted. Ivana felt the cool wave against her skin, for that first second it

was refreshing then the cold bit into her skin. With her bladder full and her fear mounting, Ivana just released and peed herself as the torrent of water drenched her. Even in the heat, she continued to shiver as the hose moved down the line.

They were thrown towels and sweatsuits and then lead through the heavy metal gate and into the prison block. The air got hotter and they ed several guards sitting as close to their desk fans as possible. Finally, they were lead into the cell block and were greeted by a wave of noise and heat. Ivana felt dizzy and she struggled to breathe as she looked around. It was a vision from Hell. Hundreds of women lined the cells four tiers high, hollering, cat-calling, jeering and banging their mugs against the bars. It was walking into an oven, the air was close and stuffy and full of the smell of hundreds of sweaty bodies.

“Keep moving!” bellowed the Major, even her powerful voice struggled to be heard above the metallic clattering of mugs, whistles and obscenities.

The line of new inmates shuffled along as slowly as she could. The taunting took on an extra level of fervor and fingers pointed and jeered. Ivana glanced around to see a young woman lose control of her bladder and soak her crotch, she covered her distraught face in her hands and kept walking even as the urine ran down her legs. For another woman it was too much as she fainted, collapsing in an untidy heap.

“Just leave her, we’ll get her in a minute!” shouted the Major to the other guard, who just shrugged, unconcerned.

“You! Come here!” the Major grabbed Ivana by the back of her neck and shoved lead her up several flights of metal stairs, ed dozens of groping arms that stretched out to touch her.

“Hey Darla, look what I got for you!”

The Major stopped outside a cell and a tall, muscular woman stepped up to the bars while two others lingered just behind on their bunks. The woman had her chestnut hair tied back in a tight ponytail, her face was handsome but she had an intensity in her dark eyes that made Ivana’s legs almost buckle. All three women were dripping with sweat that ran down their necks and onto their tops.

“Best pussy in the litter,” said the Major and grabbed Ivana’s crotch, “A virgin pussy. Want first ride?”

“Let me see her tits,” replied Darla, leaning against the bars.

The Major lifted Ivana’s top right up. Ivana’s hands lifted to cover herself but the Major swatted them away. Ivana sobbed again as several prisoners leered at her through bars.

“Cute…but small… very small,” shrugged Darla, not showing too much enthusiasm.

“ten thousand rubles.”

“Ten? For titties that small? Please! Five.”

“Eight.”

“Six.”

“Eight or I take her over to Martha’s cell and see how much she wants fresh, tight, virgin, cunt,” sneered the Major.

Darla snorted, “Fine, eight. But she better be as tight as you promise, and if she doesn’t bleed I want my money back.”

The Major unlocked the cell door, “In you go princess.”

“No…no… please! I beg you! Call my father he will pay you more! A lot more! Just call! Please!” Ivana fell to her knees and looked up at the Major tears flooding her face.

“See,” said the Major to Darla, “I already got her trained to get on her knees. I should charge you extra for that!” she laughed.

The Major grabbed Ivana’s collar and threw her into the cell where she landed at the feet of Darla. Behind her, the cell door slid closed with a heavy clunk.

“Enjoy!” called out the Major as she went back to the new inmates with a view to sell their asses.

“Well ain’t you a pretty little thing,” sneered Darla.

Ivana crawled backward on her hands and knees and pressed herself against the bars, “Listen my father is a rich powerful man. Dimitri Vladimirov. Have you heard of him? If you hurt me he will be very angry, but if you look after me then he can…pay you… or something.”

“Will your father come here and eat my pussy tonight?” asked Darla.

“No…no… but…”

“Then I don’t care. The Major says you are a virgin, is that right?”

Ivana nodded.

“Never sucked cock?”

“N..no…”

“What about pussy?”

“No…” Ivana brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly, “Please don’t hurt me.”

“The more you struggle the more it will hurt,” shrugged Darla, “Take your clothes off.”

“What?...please no… why?”

“Because we are going to fuck you of course!” laughed Darla and her two friends ed in, “So if you take your clothes off it won’t hurt, if we have to do it for you… then it will hurt. You see, it is up to you.”

Ivana sat there looking up at the three women, behind her rows of women were still cheering as the other ‘fresh’ inmates were given away to the highest bidders.

“Fine, we will do it ourselves,” said Darla and took a step forward.

Ivana turned and tried to force open the bars, fear and desperation adding to her strength. But they wouldn’t budge an inch. She saw other prisoners point and laugh at her waiting to see what was going to happen next. She felt herself being shoved forward against the bars so hard she struggled to breathe, and then her pants were pulled down to her ankles and her top was being yanked over her head. There were cheers from the women on the other side of the concourse who could see into the cell and watched as the young woman’s tits were pushed through gaps in the bars.

“Well it certainly is small little ass!” chortled Darla as she squeezed Ivan, “Firm too. Bet it is going to be really tight.”

“Please…let go…” whimpered Ivana.

“Give me the strap-on,” Darla asked one of her friends.

Ivana looked over her shoulder to see one of the women retrieve something from under a mattress. It was a leather throng with what appeared to be a black, rubber phallus. Ivana had never seen anything like it before in her life, although she quickly guessed the purpose.

“No! No! Please! I’m a virgin! I don’t want my first time to be like this!” Ivana struggled but it was no use. Two of the women held her tight and pushed her against the bars and each hooked a foot around each of Ivana’s ankles. Ivana suddenly realized why as she tried to close her legs, but now they were being trapped open.

“Let’s see how tight this ass really is,” said Darla and even though Ivana clenched her small buttocks they were prised open. She then felt the tip of the hard rubber trace a line between her cheeks and stop over her anus.

“No… no! Please I’m too small! Please don’t!”

“I’m afraid we don’t have any lube so this might feel a bit rough. But I assure you I will be able to get it all the way into your tight little ass. It’s going to feel so big inside you, you won’t believe it!” laughed Darla.

Darla spat on the shaft of the dildo, and carefully positioned it right against Ivana’s dark pink star. Ivana struggled, wiggling her ass in desperation.

“Hold her still!”

Hands gripped her tighter and Ivana felt Darla hold her slim waist as the dildo lined up.

“I suggest you relax,” Darla whispered in her ear as she started to push with her hips.

The tip of the dildo pushed against the tight opening while Ivana did her best to tense and keep it out. Darla increased the pressure and Ivana let out a feeble gasp as the tip forced its way in.

“No! No! It’s too big! Please stop! Please!”

The other inmates could hear her pleas and they cheered in response. Ivana could see some of them with hands down their pants and by the way their hands were moving she had no doubt as to what they were doing.

Darla thrust harder and the dildo slid in inch by inch. Ivana cried out at the burning pain as her anus was stretched wide and the dry rubber breached her. She had never felt a fullness like it and it filled her so much it pressed against the wall of her vagina.

“Almost there,” purred Darla as she continued to push, “You really should try to relax.”

The dildo forced its way completely in and Ivana knew her hole was now stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced. She had no idea how the whole dildo could have fitted inside her, but somehow it had. Tears continued to trickle down her cheeks as Darla started to rhythmically pump her ass. Ivana no longer struggled, her body went limp against the bars and then she felt a new shame. The sensation inside her was making her body react, her nipples were hard and she felt a warmth in her pussy and knew it was spreading and becoming moist.

With every thrust, the dildo entered easier and easier until her ass surrendered to the invader and accepted it in without resistance.

“There you go you little slut, you are loving being taken up the ass, don’t you? Check to see if that tight, virgin pussy is ready.”

One of the women reached down between Ivana’s legs and ran a finger up and down her pussy.

“She’s fucking soaked. She’s loving this!”

Ivana felt the shame continue to spread through her and make her cheeks burn with embarrassment. The forced sex was turning her on and she couldn’t help it.

“Please…just let me go…”

“Oh we have only just started with you, you still have two more holes to be filled,” mocked Darla.

With a sucking pop the dildo was pulled out of Ivana’s ass and she gasped with relief. The anus continued to burn but at least the devastating fullness had stopped.

“I’m going to take your flower now you little virgin bitch, I suggest you suck my cock clean before I do,” said Darla and stepped back.

The two women released Ivana who crumpled to the floor.

“Come on, suck my cock clean.”

Ivana looked up and saw Darla standing over her, she had discarded her pants and the strap-on stood proud atop her long, strong legs.

“I said suck it!”

One of the women grabbed the back of her head and shoved it so it was level with the black dildo. Ivana could smell her own ass’s earthy scent on rubber as she sobbed and opened her mouth and took the dildo inside.

“What a dirty, filthy little slut you are. Sucking the cock that has been right up your tight ass. You are disgusting,” teased Darla, “Now suck it clean so it is ready for your virgin pussy.”

Ivana, licked the plastic tentatively, tasting herself on it. She had never felt so degraded and used before, and what was worse her nipples were now fully erect and her pussy so wet and sensitive she was dying just to stroke it.

“Come on suck it properly! Suck it like it's your rich daddy’s hard cock and you want some extra pocket money!” laughed Darla.

Ivana started to move her head back and forward and licked the rubber clean.

“Come on, take it all the way in!” Darla took hold of her head and pulled it all the way into her body, and so doing forced the dildo all the way down Ivana’s throat. Ivana coughed and gagged as she tried to push herself free but Darla held her head tight.

Ivana’s hands pushed against Darla’s bare legs as she desperately tried to free herself, feeling the rubber pressing right at the back of her throat. Darla released

her and she slumped to the floor cough and choking.

“Right, let’s fuck this virgin pussy!”

The two women heaved Ivana off the floor and onto one of the bunks. One then went to the top of the bed and held her wrists down above her head, while the other took her ankles and held them apart.

“You should be thanking me for making you a woman!” grinned Darla cruelly as she mounted Ivana.

“Don’t… please I don’t want to lose my virginity like this…” Ivana sobbed, her eyes running dry of tears.

“You’re in prison, how else do you think you were going to lose it? If you valued your cherry so much you should have popped it before you got locked up.”

“I…I wanted it to be special…” Ivana whimpered.

“Well sweetie, I wanted to be Queen of England, yet here we both are,” Darla placed the tip of the dildo against Ivana’s swollen wet lips, “Besides, looks like you are enjoying this!”

Darla pushed her hips forward and the dildo slipped between the lips. Ivana

moaned, despite the situation to have her sensitive pussy touched felt wonderful. The dildo went a little deeper.

“Time to lose your precious little flower,” smirked Darla and she drove the strapon all the way inside Ivana. Ivana felt a quick sharp pain and then just an amazing fullness inside. Darla started to fuck her and Ivana couldn’t stop her groans that were forced from her mouth with every thrust.

“Such a slut!”

Darla picked up the pace and her hips blurred backward and forwards as Ivana’s tight sex was penetrated again and again. Ivana wiggled, not in an attempt to break free, but as she lost control of her body to the pleasure.

“Make the virgin slut come!” encouraged the woman holding Ivana’s wrists.

Ivana looked up and Darla’s face, the heat and exertion meant sweat was pouring down her forehead, down her nose and dripping on Ivana’s breasts. Her own body was heating up fast too and she felt moist and sicky all over. Darla’s hands then started to knead Ivana’s small tits, ruthlessly squeezing her hard nipples until pain and pleasure stand to blend together in Ivana’s mind. She felt a pressure build inside her vagina, and although she had never had penetrative sex before she knew an orgasm was brewing. But to be made to come like this! She sobbed, she hated her body for betraying her, it was as if she was giving her attackers just what they wanted – total control over her body, the pain and pleasure.

The pressure built steadily and she knew she could not stop the inevitable

outcome. The ball of heat and tension grew until she strained herself to hold it back, but with another deep hard thrust, she lost control and orgasmed hard. Her little body spasmed under Darla and in the grip of the other two women.

The women hooted and laughed with victorious glee.

“Looks like we’ve turned another one!”

Darla pulled out the dildo and inspected it by running her fingers along the shaft, there was indeed traces of blood on it. She held her hand up to show the others.

“Looks like the Major was telling the truth, we’ve deflowered a virgin! Well now you are a woman, it is time to return the favor.”

Ivana’s vision went dark as Darla’s pussy lowered over her face.

Chapter Seven – Strange Bedfellows

Maria blew on her hands. Even though they were protected from the biting wind the storage shed was not much warmer than the courtyard. She glanced around at the other women, Roksana was sat on a hessian sack with Kayla sitting on the floor between her legs. Roksana was absent-mindedly twirling Kayla’s hair around her fingers while Kayla accepted the unwanted attention. Alina was leaning against the edge of a workbench, arms crossed, legs crossed and giving Maria an unnerving look. Ivana was sitting on a pile of sacks, which, while giving her extra height did look precariously balanced and threatened to collapse at any moment. Valeria stood at the end of the room, tall and upright like a commander about to address her troops.

“Shall we do introductions? Like go round the room, each of us tells the group who we are, why we are here and a fun fact about ourselves. You know, to break the ice?” suggested Ivana.

“No,” replied Roksana, flatly.

“Just a suggestion,” shrugged Ivana, “Ok then, straight to business. In the ninety years, Blackstone has been a prison no one has escaped. Well, technically a few brave souls have made it out the gates, just for the guards to retrieve their icicled corpses a couple of days later. In the winter we are surrounded by hundreds of miles of frozen wilderness in every direction.”

“Then why didn’t these ‘brave souls’ try to escape in the summer?” asked Maria.

“The summer is hot, the ice thaws and we are surrounded by beautiful meadows and daisies for as far as the eye can see. But… they double the number of guards. In winter, not only do they struggle to get any guards to come out to this delightful little place, but they just don’t think it is necessary. The Russian winter is better than a thousand guards.”

“Even so, there are at least one hundred guards on duty at any one time,” started Alina, “Fifty of those are armed with AK-47s and appear to have some level of military training. The watchtowers are constructed to overlook each other and have at least two towers covering every inch of the courtyard. The walls are forty-foot high and lined with razor wire, the main gate is the only way in and out and is made of three-inch-thick reinforced steel.”

“Impressive, since you only have been here a couple of days,” said Valeria, “A little more time here and you would learn about the maximum-security men’s prison just down the hill which has three times as many guards and a helicopter.”

“Well, in that case, we are fucked, it doesn’t matter what vehicle we are in, if they have a helicopter they will be able to hunt us down long before we get to any populated towns,” snorted Alina.

“Any vehicle except one,” grinned Ivana

“What is that?”

“A submarine!” chortled Ivana.

“Ivana…” sighed Valeria.

“Sorry, no I am joking. Although imagine how awesome that would be!”

“The only way the helicopter won’t be able to chase is if…we are in the helicopter,” said Valeria.

“We are going to steal a helicopter?” asked Kayla.

“I know it morally wrong, but I think we have to think of the greater good,” nodded Ivana.

“And does anyone here know how to fly a helicopter?”

“Don’t worry, my little igrushka, I will fly you out of here. I will save you a seat up front next to me,” said Roksana, stroking Kayla’s hair.”

“Of course a helicopter won’t be able to get us out of Russia, and it won’t take long before the military organizes themselves and shoot us down,” said Valeria, “So we will need to fly west a hundred miles and land outside Vortuka where we will meet our next mode of transport there.”

“Which I guess is where I come in,” nodded Alina, “I am sure I can arrange a truck to meet us there. Just need to know where and when. But what are the two

Americans here for?” she asked, looking at the two foreigners suspiciously, “Except to look pretty,” Alina added with a wink to Maria.

“Our hot n’ fiery Latina is going to very kindly make us all the necessary documents to get us out of the country and start of fun new lives,” said Ivana, “While Karly… Karen…”

“Kayla,” snorted Kayla.

“Right, Kayla is going to get us through all those locked doors and out to freedom city.”

“You say there is a men’s prison at the bottom of the hill. When we were arrested there were two men with us. Is it possible they are being held there?” asked Maria.

“You mean your handsome Jake and far less handsome Frank? They aren’t at the bottom of the hill,” said Alina.

“How do you know?” asked Kayla.

“Because they are still in Vladikavkaz.”

“In prison?”

“Hanging from a bridge.”

“What?” gasped Maria.

“You two were lucky. You can’t say Russians aren’t gentlemen when it comes to women,” smirked Alina, “Men, however… that’s a different story.”

“But, but that’s murder! They can’t do that!” cried Kayla.

“Once you have escaped prison for gun smuggling and are safely back in American you should definitely complain. Maybe a strongly worded letter,” laughed Alina.

“While it is very, very sad to hear about these two men’s deaths, can we get back to the plan?” asked Roksana, “Like how do we actually get out of here?”

“She’s right, while pretty Kayla maybe able to pick a few locks, I don’t see how we even get to the main gate,” said Alina.

“There is another way in and out,” started Valeria, “This prison may have been built as a fortress, but it has had some changes in the last hundred years. Namely, an extra door to allow the Warden to come and go as she pleases.”

“Interesting. And where is this secret door?”

“It’s in her office,” replied Valeria.

“Her office? And why have you been in her office?” asked Alina

Valeria gave a sideways glance at Ivana, who was looking thoughtfully at her nails and didn’t notice Valeria’s moment of discomfort.

“The Warden and I have an… arrangement. We get a few perks and in return, I keep the peace in the prison. She just likes me to give her an update every week.”

“We need a team name,” said Ivana, her expression one of deep thought.

*****

“Forging ports is a lot harder than making a washing machine invoice!” protested Maria.

“You don’t need to make them from nothing, we will give you the ports, you just need to alter them. Unless you are saying you can’t do that…” said Valeria,

standing over Maria as she sat at her desk in the dungeon.

“I… don’t know… maybe…. I will still need things, photos for instance.”

“We will try to get you a camera and anything else you need.”

“OK, and I want you to move Kayla into my cell!”

“Don’t be greedy, you already have Inga as your igrushka. She keeping you warm at night?” smirked Valeria.

“If you want our help then I want Kayla away from Roksana, understand?!”

Valeria didn’t respond at first and just smiled as she looked around the bleak stone walls. The broken remains of shackles still hung limply from the ceiling.

“Do I understand?” she laughed, “Oh I understand everything. It looks like it is you who doesn’t understand.”

In a flash, Valeria was behind Maria and with her arm around the Latina’s neck. The chair rocked back and balanced precariously on two legs. Maria gasped in surprise and grabbed at Valeria’s arm.

“You have the luxury of two choices, something most people in here don’t have,” started Valeria, “Either you happily and willingly do exactly what you are told and you spend the rest of your time here living the easy life and then come with us when we escape. Or… I have fun thinking up some especially degrading things for you and Kayla to do and then, when we leave… you and your friend don’t,” Valeria let go and the chair fell back forward.

Maria choked as she tried to get her breath back.

“Don’t be under any impression we are partners because we are not,” said Valeria, “Ivana and I are in charge and the rest of you just do what you are told.”

“How can we trust you won’t leave us behind when I have given you the ports and Kayla has gotten you out the door?”

“Because if you don’t help us you will definitely stay behind, this way, as long as you behave we will take you with us. So Kayla stays between Roksana’s legs and you… well, why don’t you come around to the boiler room tonight for dinner? Perhaps we can get to know each other better… build some mutual trust,” grinned Valeria as she brushed a loose lock of hair behind Maria’s ear.

*****

Roksana looked out her cell window and at the snowflakes sweeping down off the mountains. The sun was setting and with it, the wind was picking up.

“I didn’t know you could fly helicopters,” said Kayla, sitting on her bunk blankets pulled tightly around her.

“Well I can,” replied Roksana.

Outside the cell, a few shouts and cheers indicated another fight had broken out. Kayla looked nervously through the door which was still open. Women rushed past, eager to see whatever entertainment was about to kick off. Roksana didn’t pay any attention and just watched the snowflakes dance on the wind.

“Are you a good pilot?” asked Kayla.

“Are you worried we will crash?”

“Helicopters have never looked that safe to me.”

“The only way this plan works is if we leave in a blizzard. It will be colder than minus sixty with wind speeds close to forty miles per hour. It won’t be safe. But yes, I am a good pilot.”

Roksana turned from the window and sat on the bed next to Kayla and nodded towards her own crotch. Kayla knew what this meant and her eyes dropped subserviently as Roksana lifted her butt and she pulled her pants down. Kayla had long given up struggling, it was just easier to give in. She lay down on the

bed while Roksana lay back to give her access.

Roksana had a beautiful pussy, neat labia that was now swelling in front of Kayla’s eyes and a clit that became very pronounced as it emerged from its hood. It was a sight Kayla had gotten used to. It no longer disgusted her… just it gave her a sense of shame to be used as a sex toy. No matter how often she told herself she was straight, every time she ate Roksana out her own flower spread wide and she ached to touch herself.

Kayla ran her tongue around Roksana’s vulva and tasted her sweet nectar as her pussy started getting wetter and then up and down her folds. Roksana gave an appreciative moan.

“You are getting so good at this, my little igrushka,” Roksana purred, “To think just a couple of weeks ago you were a good straight girl. Now you are my pussyhungry lesbian.”

Kayla felt another wave of shame to be described like that and to offer no protest. But how could she argue when she was giving cunnilingus while her own pussy was soaked and her nipples were tightening up.

“Mmm… you know what I like…don’t you?”

Kayla closed her eyes, stiffened her tongue and opening her mouth wide over Roksana’s pussy, and pushed her tongue inside.

“Open your pretty eyes, I like you looking at me while your tongue is inside me.”

Kayla obeyed and looked up at Roksana who had her hands under her top and kneading her breasts. Roksana smiled down at her.

“Such a slut and you love it.”

Kayla could taste Roksana’s sweetness with every thrust of her tongue. Adding to the humiliation was the fact anyone walking past, as well as the women in the cells opposite, could see her on the bed, ass in the air, head between Rosksana’s legs leaving no doubt as to what she was doing.

“You certainly have her well trained,” said Alina from the cell door.

Kayla made to turn around but Roksana grabbed her collar and pulled her back in place.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she snapped at Kayla, then without stopping squeezing her nipples looked up at Alina, “Was that you getting in another fight?”

Alina shrugged and rub her reddened knuckles, “What can I say? I just don’t like Russians and this place is full of them.”

Kayla felt her cheeks burn with even more embarrassment knowing that Alina, someone she had laughed and drunk with back in the farmhouse, who had seen her before all this madness, was now watching her being forced to give oral sex.

“You do know most of the girls you are escaping with are Russian?”

“I’m Chechnyan, that makes me pragmatic. May I?” Alina indicated to Kayla’s ass that was pushed up in the air.

Roksana nodded. Kayla felt hands on her sweatpants’ waistband and then they were being pulled down. A chill washed over her bare ass cheeks and over her wet pussy lips. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine she was somewhere else, anywhere else to be away from this humiliation.

Alina squeezed one of Kayla’s buttocks, “Small, but very firm,” she then gave it a sharp smack.

Kayla winced but kept licking while Roksana gave a moan and wiggled on the mattress. Alina’s hand then wandered down Kayla crack and between her legs until her fingers traced a line between the swollen, wet labia lips.

“Oh she is completely soaked, she loves eating pussy,” laughed Alina

“She was a little hesitant when I first got her, even had to hold her down. But now all it takes is a nod and she is going down faster than one of your Chechnyian whores.”

One of Alina’s fingers slide into Kayla’s wet hole and started to caress the slick inside walls. Kayla kept licking, trying to focus on something else but the sensation was so good and the finger continued to speed up inside her.

“I actually had a question for our American slut here,” started Alina as she slipped another finger into Kayla while her thumb started making circles around her clit. Kayla’s licking sped up as the pleasure shot through her body and Roksana gave an appreciative moan. “Does she know anything about who betrayed me and my brother? Because as I was sitting on that bus, traveling the beautiful Russian countryside all I could think of was who betrayed us? Who told the authorities about my little farmhouse?…” Alina sped up with her finger fucking while her thumb rubbed back and forwards on Kayla’s little nub with increased intensity. Even through the fear at where this conversation was going. Kayla moaned with pleasure and pushed her ass back onto Alina’s hand desperate for more … “two of my girls died as well as a good friend of mine. So all I could think of, as we drove through the endless snow, was who could it have been. Now don’t get me wrong, we have plenty of enemies, plenty of worthless scum who would sell us out… but we were so careful with the location of our base. Then just a few weeks after we invite some American outsiders into our home… and well here I am.”

Alina started to use the strength of her whole arm to drive her fingers in and out of Kayla’s pussy. Kayla knew if Alina realized it was her who sold her out she was dead, but she couldn’t concentrate on even that, all that mattered to her now was the sensation of her pussy being brought to the edge of orgasm. She licked Roksana harder and faster, much harder and faster than she had even done before. Being pleasured and the need to give pleasure was all her body wanted. Roksana gasped, squeezed her thighs around Kayla’s head and pulled the American tight into her body.

“Oh…oh… fuck… Da….Da…” gasped Roksana, her hands kneading her full

breasts ionately her eyes locked on Alina’s.

Alina used her free hand to give Kayla a hard smack, “Because if you or your friend Maria gave us up that would mean you are very naughty girls and will need to be punished,” Alina brought her hand back and spanked Kayla small ass even harder.

Kayla whimpered but didn’t stop licking. Her head nodded up and down at the same rhythm as the fingers thrusting into her pussy, her tongue focussing purely on Roksanas hard clit. Her licking became frenzied as she felt her own climax start to form deep inside her.

“Oh God! My little Igrushka! Just like that! Just like that! Make your mistress come hard all over your pretty face!” Roksana panted.

With a final lick, Roksana came, her head tilted back and she squeezed her nipples hard. Kayla held onto the bucking hips so she was able to keep licking through Roksana’s orgasm. Knowing the pleasure she had given Roksana pushed her over the edge as well. She felt her pussy contract again and again around Alina’s fingers as the orgasm claimed her and she was filled with a sense of euphoria as well as shame for being used… and enjoying it.

Kayla slumped onto Roksana and rested her head on her the Russian’s stomach while she breathed deeply. Roksana gently stroked her hair as she too caught her breath. Alina smiled at the two satisfied women and then licked her cum slick fingers of all Kayla’s juices.

“So if I find you were the one that sold me out, got my friend killed and me

imprisoned here…well…next time it won’t be pleasure I will be giving you,” said Alina, staring coldly at Kayla.

Kayla hugged Roksana tightly as Alina turned and left.

“I do hope she doesn’t kill you, just when you’ve gotten so good at licking my pussy,” said Roksana.

*****

Maria made her way back to her cell from the dungeon with Roksana. It was always a relief to be out of that place and was the only time ever that she was glad of Roksana’s company. The drab, dark green corridors were becoming depressingly familiar now. What once had been an unsolvable labyrinth of ages, when she arrived, were becoming part of a strange commute to her workplace. She noticed that the security doors that had been left unattended only lead further into the old fortress and the presence of the guards were sporadic. Roksana had explained come summer that every door would have a guard and the corridors would become heavily patrolled. But now, in the depths of winter, the skeleton crew of staff just focussed on the ways leading to the courtyard and to istrative areas. It made sense, beyond the prison walls was just hundreds of miles of icy death. They were pressed up against the Ural mountains which lay to the East. The bleak snow-covered peaks there were totally imible. And to the West the nearest town was several days on foot. A journey no one would survive. The only vehicles on the road between the Prison and Vortuka were the monthly supply trucks bringing food and necessities. It was the perfect place to keep undesirables, somewhere to forget about them. She felt so far from home.

Inga was waiting in her cell when she returned, next to her the bed was a dry cleaning bag inside which was a red dress.

“What’s this?” Maria asked.

Inga handed her a note, it read, ‘Something sexy to wear for our dinner tonight. And bring your igrushka. Valeria.’

“Is she serious?” snorted Maria.

“It is a nice dress, you will look very pretty.”

Maria sat down with a sigh. Inga instantly wrapped the bed covers around both of them and pulled herself close.

“You will have to wear it,” continued Inga, “otherwise you won’t be wearing anything at all.”

Inga fiddled with her dog collar to get to an itch.

“You know you can take that off?” said Maria.

“I’m not allowed. It is the rules. If igrushkas take them off they are punished... by… fisting… Besides, while I wear it no one is allowed to touch me… well no one except you… Do you want to touch me?”

Maria felt a warm pulse between her legs and clenched her fists trying to control that small burst of unwanted arousal.

“I’m straight, one hundred percent straight. I’ve told Valeria but she didn’t listen.”

“You seemed to enjoy the other day… when I… you know…” said Inga and touched Maria’s thigh.

“I’m a hot-blooded woman, of course if I get in that position I get aroused. It’s just a reflex reaction,” blushed Maria.

“You got more than just aroused,” Inga teased.

Maria said nothing and instead fidgeted and blushed.

“Do you want me to do it again? Now?”

Maria’s pussy pulsed again and she felt a deep warmth, while her nipples tingled. It was crazy to just be given a ‘sex-slave’, to have complete control over

her, crazy but arousing.”

“Or you can lick me if you prefer, I don’t mind.”

“Listen Inga. You are really nice and sweet and beautiful… but I am just not into girls. Sure if I am held down and forced… then… well… I can’t control my reactions.”

“I understand… I was the same when I came here in the summer… but since I haven’t seen a single man since… and I have been with so many women… now I just accept that the only sex I will have for the next five years is with girls. And I have grown to enjoy it…sometimes.”

“If that works for you that’s fine. But I’m going to stay straight,” replied Maria, thoughts of Jake flashing in her mind then a wave of sadness.

“Valeria is going to have sex with you tonight…” said Inga quietly, “That’s the dress she gives girls before she…”

Maria felt her nipples start to harden and told herself that it was just the cold.

*****

“So…how do I look?” asked Maria turning for Inga to check her out. The dress had a plunging neckline, a high leg slit and was very tight on Maria’s shapely, pert ass. Even without a mirror she knew she must have looked good. And while she lacked make-up and was still wearing plimsolls, it did feel good to be dressed up.

“So sexy!” smiled Inga, “Valeria is going to love it!”

Maria’s heart jumped a few beats, in the excitement of putting on a dress for the first time in what felt like forever, she had forgotten why she was dres.

“I will thank her for the dress, eat dinner but on dessert if you know what I mean.”

“Dessert? Oh, you mean sex… I think Valeria will be wanting you for dessert.”

They walked out of the cell and were immediately greeted by cat-calls and whistles from the other prisoners. Maria felt her cheeks turning the same shade as her dress. It was clear they all knew why a girl is dressed in a red dress. She wanted to shout out that she wasn’t going to give herself to Valeria… but she didn’t.

The corridors were empty. Eerily so. All prisoners had been ordered back to their cells to await the call to dinner and while the ageways were forbidding enough during the day, after sunset they were poorly lit and many of the lights spluttered feebly. She felt Inga squeeze her hand and she squeezed it back.

“I hate this place so much,” Inga whispered as if afraid the shadows might overhear her. They went through an unattended security door which closed behind them with a heavy thud and the raucous noise from the cell bock fell silent. It was even colder here. At least in the cellblock a couple of hundred bodies generated some warmth, but in the bowls of the fortress, there was no such heat. Maria found herself picking up the pace, even though she had no desire to reach her destination. They rounded the final corner and stopped at the heavy metal door.

“Do I knock?” she asked Inga nervously.

“Probably best.”

Maria took a deep breath and banged on the door, the hollow metallic sound resounded down the stone ageway and she found herself looking nervously along the corridor and was eager for the door to open. With a creak it did so and Valeria’s igrushka stood there, dressed in a faux French-maids costume. Her hair was still done up on pigtails as she smiled meekly and stepped to the side to allow in the guests.

“Ah, Maria Cristiana Lopez, welcome! Come in, let me have a look at you!” said Valeria sitting at a small, but neatly laid out table. The room was in near darkness and only lit by a few candles. By hiding the room in the gloom the atmosphere was almost… nice. And the warmth felt like a hug after the chillridden corridors.

“Oh very cute, very cute indeed,” smiled Valeria, who herself hadn’t dressed up but looked impressive as ever in her tight vest top, her muscles catching the soft

light, “Give me a spin.”

Maria considered refusing but decided that staying cooperative was the best strategy. Slowly she turned around and even pushed her ass out slightly as she did. When she was facing Valeria again she could see the lust in her eyes.

“Sit down. I have opened a bottle of wine for you. I had the feeling you are a red kinda girl, and if not... well, there is no white.”

Maria sat down at the table and fidgeted awkwardly. She had never felt so selfconscious before and she crossed and uncrossed her arms a couple of times unsure if she should cover her cleavage or not. Inga hung back pretending she wasn’t there.

“Tia, the wine please,” instructed Valeria and her igrushka sprung into action and poured Valeria a small amount into her glass.

Valeria tasted it and smiled, “Truly, truly awful. But this is prison and there is not much choice,” she gestured for Tia to keep pouring, which she did.

“This… this… is very unexpected,” said Maria looking around the candlelit room.

“Relax, you look more nervous than when I hand my hand in your pants. Drink!” Valeria took a delicate sip from her glass and Maria did the same, “terrible right?”

“It is… the absolute worst!” replied Maria, her face screwing up at the taste.

Valeria laughed again and turned to Inga, “There is a costume for you too, can you change please?”

Inga nodded obediently and took another French-maid outfit off the bed and in the dark quickly put it on.

“Can I ask why am I here?” Maria said as she put down the glass.

“Ivana has told me so much about you. Really she is quite smitten with you. And I was keen to get to know this woman that has had such an impression on her.”

“You call her Ivana too?”

“Her family called her Tatiana, she hates it. But it is the name people here got to know her by when she arrived. So that is the name that stuck to the Mafia Princess that runs this place on fear and respect.”

“But she doesn’t run this place, does she? You do.”

Valeria studied her thoughtfully, “Why do you say that?”

“Because Ivana doesn’t come across as someone who inspires fear or respect. Unlike you.”

Valeria ran her finger around the rim of her glass, “The name Vladimirov is enough to inspire both. Without her, well we wouldn’t be sitting here having this lovely time.”

“But I am guessing without you she would also have a much harder time.”

“You could call it a partnership if you like.”

Tia arrived holding two bowls of stew and placed them on the table.

“While this isn’t quite a Parisian delicacy it is far better than the bland rubbish they serve in the canteen.”

Maria took a mouthful, Valeria was right, it was far better than the plain meats and grains she had become accustomed to, “It’s not bad,” she agreed.

“Tell me more about yourself, tell me more about America.”

Maria talked about America, her life there while Valeria listened intently.

Occasionally Valeria would ask questions about the culture and Maria’s favorite cities even the weather there. As Maria spoke Tia would keep the wine glasses flowing and, with Inga’s aid, plates were removed and dessert was brought in, some kind of sweet fruit strudel, which compared to the canteen’s hard cheese and cardboard biscuit, was divine. Several times Maria forgot where she was, and even though Valeria wasn’t her usual kind of ‘date’ it was easy to think she was in some city restaurant with a friend rather than in a bleak fortress on the edge of the Ural Mountains.

“I am looking forward to seeing your country,” said Valeria after Maria had spoken about the sun-drenched keys of Florida.

Maria emptied her third glass of wine, which she had now gotten accustomed to and decided bad wine was better than no wine, “How confident are you that this plan will work?”

“There is risk, of course. But weighed up against spending another two decades here. Then it is a risk worth taking.”

“I heard that you are not actually a prisoner here, is that true?”

“Only in part. If I didn’t arrive here as a prisoner, but if I tried to walk out those gates they would shoot me the same as you.”

“I would like to hear that story, how you came to be here,” said Maria, the wine making her more conversational.

“A story for another time. But don’t ask Ivana, her version changes and grows with every telling. Soon she will be saying I broke down the gates in a soviet tank and killed a dozen guards with my bare hands.”

Maria laughed, the way Valeria spoke always sounded so serious but her eyes twinkled mischievously. It reminded her of Ivana, “Why did Ivana pretend to be someone she is not?”

“Ivana is very… easily bored. If she can make life more dramatic and exciting she will. This place is very difficult for her. How do you say?... She is a free spirit.”

“Where is she now?”

Valeria shrugged, “Up to no good probably.” She signaled for the plates to be removed and Tia and Inga quickly responded. She then looked Maria deep in the eyes, “You are very beautiful.”

Maria blushed and found herself inadvertently crossing her arms, and then uncrossing them when she realized she had.

“Thank you…”

“I understand you have not been with a woman before.”

“As I told Ivana, I am straight. I am just not into girls,” replied Maria, the feeling of nerves starting to return.

“I have never been straight. I have always preferred women. Their grace, vulnerability, curves… scent. When I see a girl I want my whole body starts to react,” Valeria leaned forward and Maria swallowed.

“M…My… body just doesn’t respond like that…sorry.”

“Are you sure? You are blushing and your eyes look very dilated,” said Valeria smiling and glancing down at Maria’s full red lips.

Maria found herself licking her lips in response to Valeria’s gaze.

“Ivana thought she would be able to get you to lick her pussy by being sweet and timid. I told her that isn’t the way with a woman like you. Strong, fiery girls like even stronger even more dominant lovers. As much as they like to be in charge they crave for someone else to take control of them.”

Maria felt her heart speed up, “I do like strong, confident men…”

“People place too much importance on gender, if you like strong, confident men then you also like strong confident women.”

“I…I think we may have to agree to disagree. Only men turn me on,” replied Maria. She could feel the wine was in full effect now. She had a distant, almost outer body sensation.

“Inga, Tia,” Valeria clicked her fingers and the two girls hurried to her side, “See if you can turn on this straight girl.”

“What…wait…a sec…” gasped Maria in confusion, the wine fogging her reasoning.

Inga and Tia moved the table out of the way leaving Maria sitting in her chair feeling suddenly very exposed. The two petite girls then sat on Maria’s knee, pinning her in place in the process. Maria watched in amazement as the two girls started to kiss right in front of her. She saw their tongues dancing together as their mouths opened and closed around each other. Hands moved up and cupped small breasts through the lacey fabric. Then their tops were being pulled down shoulders and small pert tits now caressed right in front of Maria’s face. She could see the little nipples stand out from their surrounding areola and she felt the same thing happening to her. Her own nipples tingled, hardened and pressed against the thin silk of her dress.

The two girls kissing became more ionate and Maria could see saliva running on threads between the two mouths as well as dripping down their chins. They started to grind themselves against Maria’s legs and she realized they were using her to caress their pussies with every push. The motion in turn pushed her own sex against the chair and the slight friction against her labia lips started to make them swell. She stifled her gasp and saw, between the two kissing girls, Valeria was still sitting in her chair and watching the scene unfold.

Then Tia and Inga stopped kissing each other and looked at Maria hungrily.

Before she had time to react the girls were kissing each side of her neck. Tongues traced lines up her shoulders, up her neck and right up to below her ear before making their sensual journey back down. Maria couldn’t move and didn’t even know if she wanted to. The outer body experience continued, the wine making nothing seem real. Then hands were on her breasts, cupping and kneading through her dress. Her tingling nipples reacted instantly and fully hardened to the touch. She knew she was losing herself to the moment, her rational mind shutting down and the primal, animalistic part of her was taking over. Hands were between her legs and moving up her thighs. One mouth closed tightly on the skin on her neck sending a sharp pain through her body, while the other continued to kiss, the tongue pushing at her sensitive skin and this time a moan did escape her lips. The hand between her legs moved all the way up, the fading part of her mind told her legs to close, but they didn’t and the hand reached her pussy unopposed. She could tell by the way the delicate fingers moved easily over her labia that she must have been soaking wet. She opened her legs wider. The dress was now being pulled down off her shoulders and her breasts were being exposed, she wanted them cupped, squeezed, her nipples pinched.

‘What am I doing?’ was the voice screaming in her head.

Tia pulled her lacy costume off her shoulder revealing her tiny breasts. She was almost flat-chested with just slight small, pert curves but her nipples stood tall and were being pushed encouragingly towards Maria’s mouth. A finger found its way inside her, whose finger she had no idea, but it curled wickedly upwards and rubbed hard against her top wall, as she gasped Tia’s nipple slipped into her mouth. Before she knew what she was doing she was sucking at the hard nub.

There was a loud clap and both Tia and Inga quickly stood up and backed away into the shadows. Maria sat there panting, her dress pulled all the way down at the top and riding high up her thighs. Some sense of reasoning returned to her and she saw Valeria, glass in hand, smiling at her. Maria realized that not only were breasts on display but, with her legs spread, her pussy must have been as

well. However she didn’t cover herself, she just sat there, dazed and confused.

Valeria stood slowly up, slowly placed the wine glass on the table and then slowly walked towards Maria. As Maria watched the magnificent woman approach she knew she was helpless. She had never felt so horny in her life. Every inch of her was screaming out to be touched. Valeria placed her hand around Maria’s chin and lifted. Maria’s leg felt weak but obeyed the woman’s silent command to stand. The look in Valeria’s eyes showed her supreme confidence and promise of total domination. ‘She is right,’ thought Maria in her foggy mind, ‘it is just control I am attracted to, and it doesn’t matter whether it is from a man or woman.’

Valeria effortlessly spun Maria around, her already dizzy vision making the room swirl around her. If it wasn’t for the strength of the Russian she would have collapsed, instead, she was pressed face-first into the wall. Valeria’s hand was up her skirt and on her firm, round ass. It squeezed hard again and again. Maria felt strong fingers grab a handful of her hair and pull back her head sharply. Then Valeria’s mouth was on the side of her exposed neck, lips pressing down just above the shoulder. Maria moaned, the strength and aggression of the woman had her completely mastered. There was a ripping sound as the dress was torn from her body and air prickled her sensitive skin. Hands were all over her body, reaching around her and cupping her breasts, rolling her erect nipples, going down between her legs, rubbing up and down her swollen sex, slipping in and out of her effortlessly. Then she was being lifted like a child’s doll and carried across the woman. Maria felt so weak and this weakness just aroused her more. Naked she landed on the soft mattress of the bed and saw Valeria standing over her. Her legs felt heavy, even her arms rested limply above her head while her chest rose and fell with increasingly sharp pants as she saw Valeria strip off. The Russian woman’s breasts were like to perfect globes, tattoos were masterfully drawn around them although with her blurred eyesight she wasn’t able to make out the images. Then Valeria’s pants vanished into the dark and Maria was transfixed by the powerful, muscular thighs and the neat line of hair that led to her pussy. She could see the labia lips were engorged and spread, just like hers was.

“You are going to eat my pussy now, straight girl. You are going to stick your tongue right inside me and taste my juices as I come in your mouth,” Valeria told her.

Maria watched as Valeria climbed onto the bed and mounted her. Knees were placed either side of her head pinning her arms down and she looked up at the dark pink flower above her face. She could see Valeria’s arousal running down the inside of her thighs as the pussy descended. Then she inhaled the sweet feminine scent, then she tasted it. Her tongue took on a life of its own and readily lapped at Valeria’s moist folds, running up until she felt the tip of her tongue touch something harder and round. Immediately she heard a moan from the Goddess above her and knew she had found the most sensitive of places.

Maria closed her eyes and just licked, ‘Is this so different than sucking cock?’ she asked herself. She then felt a strong hand move over her stomach and down between her legs and cup her vulva. She lifted her hips and pushed hard against it as fingers moved up and down her opening, spreading her and teasing what was to come.

“I want to feel your tongue inside me,” said Valeria and as she said it two of her fingers slide into Maria’s opening and curled upwards.

The burst of pleasure encouraged Maria to provide pleasure in return. She stiffened her tongue and forced it between the sweet-tasting lips and into Valeria’s sex. Powerful hips started to gently grind down on her face and Maria felt Valeria’s clit rubbing against her nose allowing her to smell the ultimate feminine scent.

“For a straight girl you certainly like the taste of pussy,” teased Valeria.

Maria knew she was being mocked and she hated it, but at the same time, she was incapable of resisting, even if she had been able to. Valeria shifted position and rotated to face the other way and a moment before it happened Maria realized what was about to happen. Valeria’s face buried itself into Maria’s pussy and attacked with a wanton ion. Maria’s eyes opened wide and she gasped as her clit was sucked into the hot, wet mouth and licked fiercely. With her eyes now open, she could see both of Valeria’s holes. The tight little anus looked so inviting between Valeria’s muscular round buttocks… vulnerable in comparison. She didn’t think she just acted and the tip of her tongue started to trace firm circles around the dark pink star. She felt Valeria’s body tense at the touch, but she didn’t release or even slow her attention on Maria’s bud – instead, she increased it. Maria tried to focus on the task in front of her, but between the wine and the radiant pleasure on her pussy everything felt surreal. It was like she was hovering above the bed and watching a Valeria’s devoured her, her back bulging with muscles and rippling with her sinister tattoos.

Maria turned her attention back to the pussy lips, she craned her neck forward so she could access the clit and, following Valeria’s lead, sucked the little nub into her mouth. It was Valeria’s turn to struggle to focus and she tried to control her breathing through the pleasure while licking unrelentingly at Maria’s clit.

Maria tried to match Valeria’s intensity but she was no match for her. The pleasure overwhelmed her senses and she couldn’t continue licking. Her head fell back to the mattress in defeat as she felt her orgasm build. Even though she was no longer pleasuring Valeria she seemed to take equal delight in forcing her ‘opponent’ into submission.

With no sex in her mouth, Maria gasped, whimpered and moaned at every lick. She didn’t know how loud she was being and she didn’t care. All that mattered now was reaching her climax. She gripped the bedsheets tightly as she braced

her body for the wave. Her legs tensed and her ass clenched together. Then she came like an explosion. Her back tried to arch but Valeria’s weight pinned her down, instead, her whole body quivered and spasmed and cried out in release. Just when she thought she had ridden her wave to completion Valeria sucked her clit even harder and licked right through her orgasm, so no sooner had one wave broken than another and another crashed through her and she cried out again, tearing at the bedsheets like a wild animal before everything darkened and she fell still.

*****

Maria woke and stretched before she even opened her eyes. For the first time in forever, she felt warm blankets over her and a soft springy mattress beneath her. For a split second, she thought the last few weeks were just a terrible nightmare and she was back in her comfy bed in New York. Then she opened her eyes. Ivana was looking down at her with a huge grin on her face. Her bare shoulders were just showing above the blankets as she lay next to Maria.

“So you are alive, I was worried that Valeria had completely drained you,” smiled Ivana.

Maria blinked sleepily and looked around. She was nestled in between Ivana on one side and Valeria, who was still sleeping, on the other. The cold white light of dawn was shining through cracks in the curtains, but for once the room was warm. Curled up together on one of the sofas were Inga and Tia, bare arms and legs protruded from a thick fur blanket.

Last night came flooding back to Maria like a tidal wave, the dinner, the wine and the sex… She blushed and felt shame at what had happened, and even covered by thick blankets, she felt very naked. There was a moan and then an arm wrapped around her as Valeria rolled over.

“What time is it?” Maria asked, not really caring about the answer, just wanting to say something.

“Still early. An hour till breakfast. Valeria said you came so hard you ed out,” giggled Ivana.

Maria blushed deeply but said nothing.

“Don’t worry, I took care of Valeria’s… ‘needs’ when I came back. But really it is very rude to fall asleep before making sure your partner is satisfied.”

“I had a lot of wine… guess I’m not used to alcohol anymore.”

Ivana put her head back down right next to Maria’s and put an arm around her as well as hooking a leg over her, “I was only teasing. Sometimes Valeria makes me come so hard I think I am dying. You know in French they call it ‘La petite mort,’ or the little death. She is amazing! Although she said you need practice. But don’t worry it was your first time. I think licking pussy is much harder than sucking cock… or so I have been told. I have never actually sucked cock… And now after enjoying pussy so much I don’t think I ever want to.”

Ivana pulled herself closer and Maria felt her small breasts press against her.

“How long do you think it will take you to make the ports?” Ivana whispered in Maria’s ear. As she spoke Maria could feel her breath on her cheek and knew her lips must have been just inches away.

“If you can get hold of some stolen ports, not long. But we need a photo of each of us.”

“A naked photo?” giggled Ivana, this time her lips caressing Maria’s ear lobe.

“A normal portrait photo probably would be best.”

“Mmm… I want a naughty photo of you,” Ivana’s tongue flicked out and licked Maria’s ear.

Maria felt a slight warm pulse between her legs.

“How long is not long?” asked Ivana.

Valeria fidgeted in her sleep and her hand moved down onto Maria’s mound.

“Erm… three weeks, maybe four…” replied Maria, her nipples now starting to

tingle.

“It has to be two weeks, my sweetie,” said Ivana and then she kissed Maria’s cheek.

“Why… why two?”

Ivana’s hand moved over Maria’s right breasts and cupped it. Her nipples were hardening under the touch and her pussy was now starting to spread.

“Because a big storm is blowing in from the East. It will reach us in about a week and then roll down the Urals. It will be so so cold, my sweet,” said Ivana and rolled half on top of Maria so their bare breasts were against each other, her face just hovering above Maria’s, “and a huge blizzard will cause a complete whiteout. And then, the smelly, nasty, ugly guards won’t be able to see us we sneak out the back door, down the hill, into their helicopter and vanish into the storm.”

Ivana kissed Maria and her tongue slipped inside the Latina’s mouth. Their tongues licked each other softly, swirling gently round and round before Ivana pulled away with a smile. Maria knew she was wet now and wanted to touch herself, or for Valeria’s hand to move just a little further down.

“But how can we fly in a blizzard? Isn’t that dangerous?” asked Maria.

“Hmm… less dangerous than trying to get to the helicopter on a clear night. We

have to be super sneaky! If they see us, they will shot us. If they see the helicopter taking off… they just shoot it down. We need to get in the air and into the storm before the stupid guards know what’s happened.”

“And you are sure Roksana can fly a helicopter in such conditions?”

“No idea!” laughed Ivana, “But we will find out next week, one way or the other!”

Chapter Eight – Rita Kovalevsky

Rita Kovalevsky buttoned up her dark blue shirt, buckled on her belt, which was weighed down by her truncheon, handcuffs and mace spray, then pulled on her heavy winter jacket and fur hat. Her knee ached, even inside standing next to the small log burner, her knee felt like someone was tapping it with a hammer. She rubbed it and the pain subsided somewhat. ‘How the fuck did I end up here?’ she asked herself. Her stone cabin was made from the same stone as the fortress and even though she had a few modest decorations and furnishings, it still felt depressing that her room looked pretty much the same as all the prisoners. She stretched her knee a couple of times, checked herself in the mirror, pushed a wayward hair behind her ear and then stepped out into the cold.

Rita hadn’t made it down the few steps before her knee was throbbing in protest to the cold. She pulled her long coat around herself tightly and made her way past the other guard houses and along the salted path towards the fortress. The sight of the black structure, silhouetted against the cruel peaks of the Urals, sent a different kind of chill down her spine. It was like something straight out of a horror movie.

She reached the steel gate, looked up at the guard on the tower above and gave a wave. There was a sequence of electronics buzzes and clicks followed by a mechanical grinding noise. With a heavy creak, the gate opened up and Rita stepped inside. The courtyard was empty and fresh snow overnight had covered all the footprints making the place feel almost abandoned – but it wasn’t. Dozens of barred windows overlooked the courtyard and she knew behind each and everyone was three or four convicts. The worst of the worst. Only the most violent, evil women were sent here. Somewhere so far from civilization that kind, decent people could just pretend such monsters didn’t exist. She found her gloved hand gripping her truncheon, making sure it was there if needed. She walked towards the block entrance, giving a wave to the guards that were posted

in the watchtowers.

“Morning Major,” Rita greeted the senior guard as she stepped inside. Every morning she stepped inside expecting to be embraced by warmth and every morning she received the same icy chill. Somehow it always felt colder inside than out, like the cold was trapped there, just as unable to escape as the prisoners.

“Kovalevsky,” nodded the Major handing over the sheet, one of her fingers was bandaged and in a splint.

“Hear the wind last night? Thought my roof was going to blow off.”

“Wind? Blah, that was just a breeze. You wait till next month. January is when the storms come crashing down the mountains. You will have never seen anything like it, not like your tame winters down south in Krasnador”

“Will everything be ok? Do we need to evacuate?” asked Rita nervously.

The Major laughed loudly, the sound echoing off the stone walls, “Evacuate? This place has stood for hundreds of years, no storm in the world would dare blow it down. You’re quite safe here. But if you are worried, you can always come over to my cabin, I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.”

The vulgar smirk told Rita what the Major was imagining, and while she managed a smile on the inside she felt disgusted, “Thank you. But if you say we

are safe I trust you. What are my duties today?”

“Breakfast, the Warden wants more people there after the incident with the Chechnyan and the Bulgarian. Fucking foreigners. Then can you escort Valeria to the Warden’s office for her weekly… meeting,” again the Major smirked and gave a little chuckle to herself, “Then courtyard duty then cell inspections. Can’t say this job doesn’t have variety.”

“You want me to escort Valeria Drozdov?” asked Rita, trying to hide her nerves.

“You’re not scared, are you?”

“No… no… Just… well I have heard some stories about her…are they true?”

“Depends what you have heard,” shrugged the Major, “But I would recommend keeping at least two yards behind her at all times and your truncheon in hand.”

“Do I need back up?”

“We barely have enough guards as it is, and certainly not enough to hold your hand, rookie. Just show that tattooed bitch who is boss and you will be fine.”

The Major laughed quietly to herself as she watched Rita nervously walk to the security gate and get buzzed in. She always could tell when Rita was scared by

the way she limped more. ‘Valeria will eat her alive,’ she chuckled and then returned to her crossword.

Rita walked along the wall of the canteen and watched the prisoners, her hand never far from her truncheon. There were three other guards, they seemed relaxed as they leaned against pillars and stared as much at their own feet as they did the prisoners. Rita had felt on edge since the moment she had stepped inside the fortress three weeks ago. She recalled the Major’s terse introduction.

“The security system in the prison is simple,” the Major had explained, “The prisoners are allowed to roam the central blocks with light supervision. As long as they don’t kill each other we don’t interfere.”

“Light supervision? But aren’t there over five hundred inmates?” she had asked.

“Nine hundred and thirty-one. The prisoners know the rules if they step out of line then they lose their freedoms. Besides they know there is no escape, the outer walls have only been breached once in the last six hundred years and that was by an entire army with cannons. These women know there is no way over them, we are built on solid rock so they can’t tunnel under them and each tower has three sharp-shooters, day and night. And if somehow they did get out, where the fuck would they go? So they don’t bother trying which means we don’t have to worry.”

“Do the guards in the cellblocks get guns?”

“Hell no! The only guards with guns are the ones on the walls, way out of reach of any murderous little fingers. Guards inside the block have truncheons and a

can-do attitude,” the Major had smirked. “You heard of Dimitri Vladimirov?”

“The Moscow crime king-pin?”

“Well his darling little daughter is locked up here, she keeps the prisoners in line and in return, the Warden affords her and her gang of thugs extra privileges.”

“Is that how a prison is meant to work? We sub-contract out security to the most dangerous inmate?”

The Major had laughed, “They fear the Vladimirov name far more than any of us guards. What can we do? Give them a beating? Stick them in solitary for a few weeks? The Vladimirov’s can hunt down their entire family and have their butchered parts mailed to them in the post. Believe me, when an inmate gets a parcel from a loved one and is expecting a beautiful gift to lift their spirits then they open the box and find their husband’s or their mother’s severed head instead… well… that creates a level of fear we can only dream of.”

“That…that actually happened?” Rita had gasped.

“That and Valeria Drozdov. Tatiana Vladimiriov’s personal enforcer. Between the two of them, they make us guard’s lives pretty damn easy.”

“And the Warden, she knows about this?”

“Of course, Valeria and the Warden came to an arrangement.”

“What kind of arrangement?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty head about that. So you got a boyfriend back home? Maybe a girlfriend… gets cold and lonely out here.”

Rita didn’t like the Major’s constant innuendos but she stomached them. She watched as a prisoner smashed a tray out of another’s hands sending food crashing to the floor. A chorus of cheers went up and all heads turned to see an athletic, dark-haired girl square up to a hefty woman. She was sure the darkhaired girl was the Chechnyan that came in a few days ago and had put the Bulgarian in hospital. Rita drew her truncheon and gripped it tightly preying the situation would defuse itself. The three other guards were far less concerned and just observed the two women as if it were two kids squabbling at a soccer match.

The larger woman, whose food was now scattered across the canteen looked afraid and was looking around the room for . Her friends, if she ever had any, had evaporated. The Chechnyan shouted something and pointed at the floor. To Rita’s amazement the woman, who must have had at least thirty pounds on the Chechnyan, got down on her knees and started licking the spilled porridge off the floor. Other prisoners laughed and hooted with glee at this humiliation.

‘No way could this be allowed,’ thought Rita, and with a deep breath marched to the scene forcing her bad leg to stay strong.

“What’s happening? You get up off the floor and get a mop. And you, what’s your name?”

“Alina Zakharova. Is there a problem?…” Alina looked at Rita’s name fastened to her uniform, “Kovalevsky. You are certainly a lot cuter than most of the other guards. You a Miss or a Mrs. Kovalevsky?”

“Return to your seat inmate,” Rita made sure her tone was firm and her eye strong. She didn’t notice her hand nervously clenching the truncheon so hard her knuckles turn white, but Alina did.

“Maybe you and I find somewhere quiet and we play hide the truncheon?” Alina replied with a grin.

“I said, return to your seat,” Rita repeated, her voice less convincing as she noticed all the inmates staring at her, waiting to see how the new young guard was going to handle the situation. It was her turn to look around for . To her relief one of the other guards was coming over, it was Evva, a handsome woman in her early thirties that walked with military precision. Rita didn’t know her well but she seemed friendly enough, at least compared to the other guards.

“Zakharova. Seat. Now,” said Evva loudly but calmly and gave Alina a firm shove on the shoulder.

Alina stepped away and checked Rita out again then gave her a wink as she returned to her table.

“Come on,” said Evva and nodded at Rita to follow.

They returned the wall and watched the other inmate clean up the mess, while other prisoners threw more scraps on the floor making the task almost endless.

“Rita, unless the inmates are about to tear each other’s throats out, leave them to it,” said Evva.

“But that Zakharova was bullying and humiliating that other inmate. We can’t let them behave like that!”

“Don’t feel sorry for them. Any of them. You don’t get sent to Blackstone for stealing a loaf of bread. The minimum crime any of these women have committed is armed robbery. These aren’t good people. Besides, what were you going to do anyway, take Zakharova on with your truncheon by yourself while surrounded by a couple of hundred murderers?” Evva asked with a warm smile.

“I…I don’t know what I was thinking, actually,” confessed Rita, “Thanks for stepping in.”

“You are welcome. No normal inmate would dare touch a guard. They know better. But that Chechnyan, she is just spoiling for a fight and she doesn’t care who with.”

When the inmates had left, except for a small cleaning crew, Evva collected a tray, “Come on let’s eat.”

Evva went to the counter, “Morning Inga, got yourself a new Mistress I see.”

Inga adjusted her dog collar but didn’t say anything and just timidly looked down. She went around the back and fetched two portions of meats and breads for the guards.

“It may not look much but it is a hell of a lot better than that rubbish they serve the prisoners,” said Evva to Rita.

Rita looked at Inga’s dog collar confused, “Inmate, why are you wearing that?”

Inga looked up, blushed, and then looked to Evva.

“Come on, I’ll explain,” laughed Evva and lead Rita to a table.

Evva buttered the bread and added a thick slice of ham. The cleanup crew kept their distance and just cast sideways glances at the two guards as they wiped tables and wheeled away the tray racks.

“When you see a dog collar on an inmate it means Tatiana has gifted them to one of the prisoners,” said Evva taking a bite.

“Gifted? What does that mean?”

Evva shrugged, “It means she is owned by another prisoner and is used for… well their entertainment.”

“Sexually?” gasped Rita.

“A lot of girls aren’t getting out of here for a very long time. The only sex they are going to get is with each other,” Evva then gave an amused snort, “Not much difference for us really.”

“And these girls with collars…”

“Igrushkas,” interrupted Evva with her mouth full.

“They don’t have a say in the matter?”

“It's as much a blessing as a curse. If you are an igrushka then only your mistress can fuck you. If you aren’t an igrushka then you are fair game. There are lots of dark corners where a girl can be dragged off to and taken.”

“And…and we allow this?”

“This meat is really good today!” mumbled Evva and she chewed, “Sometimes it

can be a bit bland but they got some spice on here, paprika I think. Allow it? Hmm… yes. Look at it this way. Imagine, God forgive, you got locked up in this place. You are a very beautiful girl, what are you twenty-three? Twenty-four?”

“Twenty-three.”

“Right. So imagine what you would look like to all these evil bitches in this place? A honey pot! You would spend most of your time here being shared around and fucked in ways you couldn’t imagine. But if you were an igrushka, then only one woman is allowed to touch you.”

“So you are saying this sexual slavery is a good thing?!”

“Listen, a few years back, before Tatiana, before Valeria, it was much worse for the pretty young girls. New inmates were basically auctioned off! First night they would be thrown in the cell with the inmate who bribed the ission officers the most, fucked every way possible until dawn and then handed around the other prisoners. It was brutal. A cute thing like you… fuck! How long have you been here? Two weeks? You would have been raped by half the women in the cell block by now! Go on eat the ham, it’s good!”

“Girls were sold by the ission officers? Have they been fired?”

“Fired!” Evva laughed and almost choked herself on the bread, “promoted more like. Senior Supervising Correctional Officer for instance.”

“The Major!”

“Anyway, then came Tatiana and Valeria and things changed. The igrushka system was introduced. Partly to protect the most vulnerable girls, but mostly to give Tatiana more power to reward her loyal minions. As I said don’t feel sorry for them, none of them are nice people.”

“What did that girl do? Inga, you called her. She looks barely eighteen, what did she do to deserve to be sent here?”

“Inga Barovski. Set fire to her school. Twelve escaped with severe smoke inhalation. Five didn’t.”

“Fuck!”

“Yeah… don’t judge a book by its cover. Sure she is pretty as they come, but she’s still a killer.”

*****

Rita checked the scribbled map Evva had drawn on a napkin and walked down a corridor, down a flight of steps and into another identical age. She checked the map again. She didn’t like it down here, away from the humdrum of the prisoners shouting, laughing and swearing, this place seemed quiet. A silence so

deep that it buzzed in her ears. She reached a security checkpoint. Behind a sheet of glass was a chair and desk, there was even a dusty coffee cup, the contents of which had taken an unpleasant shade of green, and a newspaper. She recognized the story on the front page from last September. Boris Yeltsin had dissolved parliament and riots had broken out in Moscow. The checkpoint had laid empty for the last four months, ever since the Summer shift had headed home. The door was unlocked and she pushed it open and continued down another flight of steps until she reached the metal-studded door Evva had told her about.

‘Should I knock?’ Rita asked herself, ‘Of course not, I’m the guard in charge, not the prisoners!’

She checked her truncheon hadn’t magically vanished in the two minutes since she had checked it last and pushed open the door. The sound of life and warm air greeted her. Inside a dozen or so inmates lounged on sofa’s and watched tv. Some younger prettier girls, all wearing dog collars, were also there, sitting on knees or crouched between legs. Then she saw a tall muscular woman standing by a table flicking through files, next to her, sat on the table, was a young blonde with her hair done up in pigtails and a collar around her neck. There was also an armchair where another blonde girl sat. Her hair looked somewhere between messy and very stylish.

“Hello there!” the girl waved and smiled sweetly.

“Er… hi?” replied Rita. She was annoyed by the softness of her voice and then spoke much louder to compensate, “Valeria Drozdov. Which one of you is Valeria Drozdov?”

The muscular woman turned from the table and looked Rita up and down with a cold measured gaze.

“I have come to take you to the Warden. Come with me now.”

“They get younger and younger every year,” said Valeria smiling at the girl in the armchair.

“But look how cute she is!” grinned the girl in the armchair, who jumped up and walked over, “Hello pretty new guard, how are you doing today?”

“Er… fine…But please take a step back.”

The girl laughed, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I know I am very intimidating. It’s my small teeth. They make me look like an angry pixie! Oh look, you have crumbs on your nice new uniform,” the girl stepped forward and wiped away some rogue bread crumbs that must have caught in Rita’s fur collar.

“I said step back, inmate!” snapped Rita, who was the one to take a step back and pull out her truncheon.

“Come on, let’s go,” sighed Valeria as she walked past. With a quick grab and spin of her wrist, she grabbed the truncheon out of Rita’s hand and walked on out the door.

“Hey! Hey! Inmate give that back!”

“Bye, bye!” the girl called after her as Rita dashed after Valeria.

Valeria was already half a dozen steps ahead of her down the age when Rita came out of the boiler room. She hurried after the prisoner and let out a gasp and her knee sent a sharp pain up and down her leg.

Valeria turned, “What is the matter?”

“Inmate, put down the truncheon right now!” Rita gritted her teeth through the pain and pulled out her can of mace.

“You need to pull the tab,” said Valeria calmly.

“What?”

“The tab, next to the trigger. Here let me show you,” Valeria made the ground up between the two of them in a flash, and a moment later the mace was out of Rita’s hand and in Valeria’s.

“See this yellow plastic tab, you need to pull it out otherwise you can’t pull the trigger. They should have taken it out when they gave it to you,” Valeria pulled the tab and handed the can back to Rita who grabbed it and pointed it at the prisoner. Valeria then held out the truncheon for Rita to take. Rita did so and leaped back, again gasping in pain.

“It’s your knee isn’t it,” said Valeria, “It going to give you a lot of grief in this cold. Make sure you wrap a hot water bottle around it as soon as you get back to your cabin.”

“Inmate! Turn around, on your knees and hands behind your back!” shouted Rita, stowing the mace and pulling out her handcuffs.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Hurry up, the Warden doesn’t like being kept waiting,” laughed Valeria as she turned and walked down the corridor.

“Inmate! Inmate!” Rita watched Valeria ignore her and walk down the corridor, “Fuck!” she muttered to herself and hurried after the prisoner.

“Anterior cruciate ligament tear, compression fracture and medial tender rupture. Surprised you can walk at all,” said Valeria when Rita had caught up.

“How? How do you know that?”

“Oh, I was just reading your medical file. Rita Kovalevsky, born 1970 in Krasnodar,” replied Valeria, reaching the security door and holding it open for Rita.

“How did you get my file?”

“Does it matter? Next month is going to be very tough for you I imagine.”

“Why? Stop! What are you talking about?” Rita grabbed Valeria's arm and turned her. Valeria gave her a cold gaze and Rita let her go.

“The Winter Olympics, in Norway. You must be very disappointed to be missing out. Alpine skiing, right? If one day I was hoping to represent our country in the Olympics and the next my career is over and instead of competing you end up as a junior prison guard in Siberia, then I would be seriously angry. But if you want to watch it you are welcome to use my television.”

“That’s none of your business inmate!” snarled Rita, anger fuelling her confidence.

Valeria’s strong hand clamped down on her shoulder, so hard the vibration made Rita’s knee ache, “But it is very commendable that you swallowed your pride and decided to come and work here. Your parents, Dominika and Artem, must appreciate you sending money to them after they spent all their savings on their darling little girl to get her to the Olympics. Life’s a bitch, right?”

Rita struggled to free herself from Valeria’s grip but it was too tight and the more she tried the more it hurt.

“You think you are so clever learning about me! Well… well I know about you too!”

“I am sure you do,” laughed Valeria, “In fact, I was counting on it.”

Rita pulled herself free, “I don’t know what game you are playing, inmate, but I’m not interested! Now move!”

Valeria smiled and raised her hands to show she was going to comply, “We will have a little chat later and really get to know each other.”

*****

Rita escorted Valeria up to the Warden’s office and then went out to the courtyard to supervise the prisoners. She tugged her heavy coat tight around herself and lowered the earflaps on her fur hat. She recalled the Major saying that next month was going to be even colder, how the hell was that possible?! At least it had stopped snowing and the bright sun made her feel better. She squinted slightly the sun caught the brilliant white snow. High up on the walls she saw guards behind the windows that lined the towers. She could just make out the high-powered rifles in their hands, which both made her feel safe and fearful at the same time. She waved up and received a wave in return.

The prisoners huddled together in groups and didn’t pay Rita much attention as she circled the walls. She didn’t notice the sound of the prisoners quietening and then falling silent as she reached a shaded corner of the courtyard. Everything fell still as she ed a thick wooden post that stood against a wall, deep in shadow. Dark red stains were evident as were deep bullet holes. That, along with

the thick metal chains, made her shiver and for once not from the cold. She imagined the fear of the prisoners as they were bound to the post, knowing that this was their last few moments on Earth and dreading what awaited them in the afterlife. How many had died there? She felt a sense of sadness, not just pity for the unfortunate souls, but a deep soul-crushing misery. All those people who had been born and been loved who had hopes and dreams for their lives, that had not all been evil but had just gone down a path of one bad decision after another until they were so lost they could not find their way back. Then for that path to end up here, it a dark corner of a wretched fortress away from any human warmth or kindness or love. To be dragged to the post full of regret and anguish and terror wishing for another chance, to go back to the beginning and live a better, brighter life. And then nothing. Her knee suddenly burned with pain and she almost lost her balance. She gritted her teeth as the agony throbbed with every heartbeat. It was like someone had smashed it with a hammer. She felt nauseous and faint and all she could do was hobble back towards the block entrance hoping to get there before she collapsed. As she left the dark corner of the courtyard the pain in her knee stopped as quickly as it had appeared and she sighed in relief. She stood up straight and took a deep breath of the cold, refreshing air. She looked around expecting to see the prisoners still in their groups, whispering and gossiping together. But the courtyard was empty. There was no sign of a single inmate and then she noticed something else, the bright sun was gone, replaced by thick dark clouds and a few flakes of snow now gently fell from the grey sky. She felt cold, a deep penetrating cold that penetrated her right to the bone. She hurried back to the entrance and into the block.

Rita’s head was spinning and she felt she had just woken from a dream. She walked along the corridors, not really knowing where she was going or why until she reached the main cell block and the sound of voices and life washed over her and she felt like the dark, sticky cobwebs were blown off her.

“Where have you been? I thought we were going to meet up for lunch?” asked Evva as she exited a cell.

“Lunch?”

“Yes, lunch, you know that mid-day meal when we eat… are you ok?”

“What…what time is it?”

“It’s just gone three. Seriously are you feeling ok, you are looking pale?” asked Evva, looking Rita up and down.

“I…I… I’m not sure… Three o’clock you say?”

“Yes, cell inspections started half an hour ago. I covered for you, said being new you probably just got lost.”

“I was in the courtyard… it was eleven o’clock…”

“You’ve been out there since eleven? Why? You must be fucking frozen!”

Rita stood there, her head spinning, “Guess I just lost track of time…”

“Lost track of time…” repeated Evva, not as a query but rather as if Rita had said something familiar.

There were heavy footsteps from behind they turned to see the Major approach,

“You’re late!”

“I…I’m sorry… won’t happen again,” stammered Rita.

“Better not, I don’t want guards hiding away shirking their duties, having a sneaky cigarette breaks or fraternizing with the prisoners. To make up for it you’re on watch tonight, tower three. Time you popped your night-watch cherry anyway.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

The Major snorted and marched off.

“Fuck,” sighed Rita.

“That’s our Major for you. She was scheduled to be on duty tonight, and any excuse she gets to avoid it she takes. Hey, it ain’t all bad though. I’m on the night-watch too and I wasn’t looking forward to spending it with the Major moaning and groaning about her bunions. But come on, we still have twohundred and twenty-three cells to inspect.”

Rita and Evva went from one cell to the next. The inmates appeared well-drilled and stood against the wall as the two guards checked under mattresses, behind the toilet and even in the light fittings. Occasionally they turned up some roll of cigarettes (not always with tobacco inside), money, and sometimes even sharpened toothbrushes. Evva just bagged the contraband and didn’t seem concerned about handing out punishments.

Rita blushed as they went into one cell and kicked the occupants out of bed, to discover they were both naked. She couldn’t help but noticed their labia’s were swollen and glistening in the light. One was a tall, dark-haired woman with piercing blue eyes, the other was foreign, British or American by Rita’s guess, and was wearing a dog collar. The cute, blonde, foreign girl blushed deeply as she stood against the wall naked while the cell was searched. The other woman didn’t seem concerned and was just eager to get back to bed with her igrushka.

“Are you alright?” Rita asked the foreign girl, not liking the cruel smirk on the other woman’s face.

The foreigner looked at Rita confused and then to the other woman for guidance.

“She doesn’t speak Russian,” said the dark-haired woman, “But she is perfectly fine. I am looking after her.”

Rita picked up the foreigner's clothes from the floor and held them out to her. Again the girl looked to the dark-haired woman for guidance, who just shrugged. The girl quickly put on the clothes and gave a grateful smile to Rita.

“Might as well get dressed too since you’ve ruined the mood,” sighed the dark-

haired woman.

Rita tried to recall her English and managed, “Are you hurt?”

The blonde girl looked to the floor and shook her head.

“I told you, I am looking after her,” grinned the dark-haired woman, running her fingers through the young woman’s hair, “But if you want to ride her, I am open to a deal. I would love some hot chocolate. How about it? My little igrushka licks your pussy and I get a nice hot chocolate before bed tonight?”

“Quiet inmate!” snarled Rita, feeling her anger flaring and blushing at the same time.

“What’s with the new guard?” the dark-haired woman asked Evva, “You haven’t told her how things work around here?”

“You were told to be quiet, Roksana!” said Evva.

“I’ve sent you plenty of tight pussy over the last year, why are you getting so angry?” grinned Roksana.

Rita looked at Evva in disbelief who in returned went bright red and looked away. Roksana laughed coldly.

“Guess you have a lot to learn about Blackstone. But you are in good hands, Evva knows all the dirty tricks.”

The two guards continued the cell inspections, Evva now avoided eye and just hurried to get the job done. After two hours the last of the cells were checked and they had collected a sizable collection of all kinds of contraband.

“Right that looks like we’re done for the afternoon,” said Evva, “Let’s get a few hours rest before we are back on duty tonight,” she then made to leave.

“Aren’t you going to explain what that inmate said to you, about sending plenty of… you know?”

“Don’t listen to Roksana, she’s a fucking evil witch,” snorted Evva with as much indignity as she could manage.

“So it isn’t true?”

“Listen, things aren’t that simple here…” Evva then paused, “I…I’ll explain more tonight, ok?” with that Evva hurried off.

*****

By the time Rita headed back to her cabin the sun was already starting to dip below the frozen plains that stretched out to the West. Even though she was only a few hundred yards from the prison it felt like a weight lifted from her shoulders as soon as she walked out the gate. Like leaving a hot, stuffy, smokefilled room and stepping outside into a cool fresh breeze. She eagerly hurried down the salted path towards her cabin, desperate to rest her aching leg and just relax, even if it was just for a few hours. She reached the door and noticed a small package waiting for her on the doorstep. Images of the story Evva had told her about Valeria sending body parts of loved ones to cement her authority flashed into her mind. The box was about a foot square, plain with no address on it, as she reached for it she found her hand tremble, she opened it up and exhaled with relief when she saw it was just a rubber hot water bottle. With it was a note. She took the package inside the cabin and closed the door behind her, but not before looking around for any indication of who could have left the box. There was no one. As the sun faded from sight she felt like she was the last person in the world.

Rita threw an extra log on the burner and lit it. It took a while for it to catch and even longer for the small room to heat up. She placed the kettle on top of the iron stove and waited for the water to heat before pouring it into the water bottle and placing it on her aching knee. The soothing heat eased the pain and she lay back on her bed. She reached for the note and read it, ‘To my newest friend. A little something to help your knee on the cold winter nights. We will talk tomorrow. Valeria.’

Rita didn’t know what to think. Firstly how did Valeria manage to get the parcel to her cabin? Not just out the Prison but to her front door, she knew exactly which cabin was hers. Clearly, that was half the message. But the hot water bottle, was that some kind of bribe? Was she to report it to the Major. Then she laughed when she recalled Evva saying how the Major stooped so low to auction off new girls. She wouldn’t bat an eyelid at a prisoner sending a small gift. Perhaps she could speak to the Warden. Sure she was scary, but she seemed like a by-the-book woman. It’s a hot-water bottle, she laughed, why does it even

matter? If Valeria or Tatiana want something from her she would just say no. Simple as that. She checked her watch, she had five hours until the night shift. The thought of going back through the gate at night sent an uneasy filling right through her. She was just being silly she told herself. The will be plenty of guards there, it wasn’t like she was going to be alone. Thank God! She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep listening to the wood crackle in the burner.

*****

Rita was forced to try and ignore the pain as she climbed the spiral staircase of the tower. The stone steps were well worn and eroded over hundreds of years of use. Endless thousands of men and women must have used this cramped staircase each leaving their mark before vanishing into eternity. The stairs ended in the tower’s dimly lit lookout room, one of the few areas of the prison to have received a recent modern upgrade. Thick plate glass overlooked not only the courtyard but also down the mountain to the West. But now, at night, all but the courtyard was just near darkness as the moon was hidden behind thick clouds. Two doors lead off in either direction onto the wall’s battlements and just outside an iron balcony circled the tower. She saw Evva holding an impressive looking rifle. She nodded and smiled.

“Welcome to Dragon’s Nest.”

“Evening. Wow, this place isn’t freezing.”

“See, the night shift isn’t so bad. Two-inch plate glass. Keeps the bullets out but the heat in.”

“Are we likely to be shot at?” asked Rita nervously.

Evva laughed, “Of course not! But when Blackstone eventually came up on the long list of prisons needing investment, they took one look inside and decided it was a lost cause. So instead we got the watchtowers upgraded. The reinforced glass, all these gizmos,” Evva gestured to a console of computers that controlled the main gate as well as screens that had the closed-circuit security camera feeds. The images were very grainy and some were just a blur due to snowflakes on the lenses, “Even these fancy new floodlights,” Evva pulled a lever and the floodlight mounted on the roof moved across the walls of the cellblock.

“Neat,” nodded Rita, “So do I get a gun?” she asked with a smile.

“Maybe one day,” Evva laughed, “For now you point and I shoot. Here I have piping hot borsch for you and a cookie for dessert,” Evva handed over a large thermal flash, “Then later a little something extra,” she tapped on a silver hip flask on her belt.

“Are we meant to drink on duty… with a gun?” grinned Rita.

“Meant to? We need to! How else will I be able to calm my nerves to shoot straight? Besides, I guarantee you, nothing happens at night. Every half hour we patrol the walls, gossip with the girls in the other watchtowers, have a few drinks, play cards. Move the floodlights around occasionally so the prisoners think we are doing our job. Sometimes we get up to some other things… “ she grinned mischievously, “It’s the easy life.”

Evva sat down on a high stool looking down into the courtyard, opened her own thermal flask and, after filling the lid with the hot soup, took a deep gulp and sighed contentedly. Rita followed suit and relaxed in the same way. They sat quietly for a while looking down at the empty yard below. Evva moved the floodlight backward and forwards but there was nothing but cold black stone and white snow.

“How many guards work inside the block at night?” asked Rita.

“Why? Are you keen to be there instead of here?” laughed Evva.

“Certainly not! Quite the opposite in fact.”

“Ten. All the cells are locked down. They just sit in front of the tv and eat chips. Some have enough professionalism to make some rounds during the night. Keep an eye on any unruly inmates if the need arises. In the summer it is different but this time of year we get no trouble from the prisoners. They’re too busy fucking to keep warm.”

Rita fidgeted awkwardly at the vulgar phrase which Evva noticed.

“What about you?” she asked Rita, “You have a boyfriend back in Krasnodar?”

“Kinda, I was with someone. One of my teammates on the skiing team. Then I left the team and he, well he is preparing for Lillehammer and I am here.”

“Drinking borsh with your new best friend in a prison at the end of the world. You definitely had the better deal!”

Rita laughed, “Sure, I am living the dream.”

“I just ask about your boyfriend because…” Evva sounded nervous for once, “we are not going to meet any men until Spring when we get a couple of weeks break.”

“What about the security guards down the hill in the men’s prison? Don’t we have some get-togethers with them?”

“No, never. It is a supermax plus prison. A completely locked down unit. All the guards live and work onsite and are never allowed out. Unlike us who can go anywhere we want… just it so happens there is only frozen tundra for hundreds of miles around. That means we don’t see any men.”

“Maybe that is a good thing. Saves us from any broken hearts.”

“But it does limit our… sexual options,” replied Evva, glancing sideways to see Rita’s reaction.

“Yeah… no sex for another four months… that’s no going to be much fun.”

“I didn’t say no sex… just no men.”

“If there are no men then how…. Oh! You mean?... Oh, well I’m straight so for me it is just no sex at all.”

“I’m straight too. I have a boyfriend back home. Just don’t see him very often and I have needs.”

Rita recalled what blue-eyed prisoner had said during cell inspections, “Are you saying you sometimes have…erm… liaisons with the girls here?”

“Liaisons? This is Siberia, not !” laughed Evva, “But yeah I guess you could say that…”

“Surely that is not allowed, if the Warden found out you could get into serious trouble!”

“The Warden is very pragmatic. She understands she can’t have dozens of female guards here for close to six months with no sex. This is a prison, not a nunnery, after all. So as long as we are discreet then we can have a ‘liaison’ as you call it.”

“I see…”

“You may have noticed but there aren’t exactly many attractive guards here,” said Evva.

“Well screw you too!” teased Rita.

“Except for you! I meant except for you,” spluttered Evva.

“Thanks, but as I said I’m straight so guess I will just have to… entertain myself,” giggled Rita.

“When I first came here a few years ago I told myself the same thing. I lasted three months before I got so horny I needed sex or they would have needed to lock me up!”

“Hey, I’m not going to judge you,” shrugged Rita.

“What I am trying to say is…” Evva started nervously, “if you want to get together, just to fool around, no strings or anything, then I would be up for that. Or… if you see a prisoner you like then we can arrange for her to visit you in your cabin.”

“Visit me in my cabin?! No way is that allowed!”

“I told you, the Warden is pragmatic. She wants to keep her guards happy. If you hadn’t noticed this isn’t exactly entertainment central and it is near impossible to find anyone who is happy to come and work here.”

“You are telling me I can just go into the cell block, pick a girl and she will be sent to my cabin that night?” gasped Rita in amazement.

“Pretty much, as long as Tatiana doesn’t have an issue with it. Some girls are out of bounds but most we can just choose from.”

“That is crazy! Don’t the prisoners have a choice?”

“If Tatiana tells an inmate that they need to ‘entertain’ a guard the inmate knows better than to argue.”

“And what does Tatiana get out of this?”

“It just keeps things smooth between us and the inmates. Sometimes Tatiana wants small favors in return. It’s a; we scratch your back arrangement.”

“Small favors? Like giving Valeria a personnel file for instance?”

“Er… I guess…”

“Well, I don’t want anything to do with it,” snorted Rita.

“OK, but if you change your mind, just let me know. I’m going to do a rotation of the walls. I’m on the walkie-talkie, call me if any inmates decided to go for a midnight walk.”

Evva pulled on her hat and opened the door, a blast of cold air filled the room for a moment until she pulled it closed behind her. Evva walked along the wall. This high up the wind sliced through her thick coat and bit her skin like a thousand needles. She hurried to the next Watchtower and stepped inside. The two guards looked up in acknowledgment and gave a smug grin. Kneeling between her legs was a girl whose head was nodding away. The girl’s pants had been pulled down to around her ankles and the other guard was happily foundling the small ass.

“Where’s the cute new girl?” asked the guard being eaten out.

“She’s still clinging onto the idea that she can stay celibate and straight,” replied Evva.

The other guard laughed, “I when I thought the same thing. Give it a few weeks and she’ll be begging for a hot wet tongue on her cunt.”

“You almost finished?” asked Evva to the guard being pleasured, “Sitting next to Rita has got me soaked.”

The guard nodded, grabbed the girl’s head and pushed herself hard against the licking tongue, “Hurry up bitch, make me come!”

The other guard spread the girl’s ass revealing both her holes. She spat on the girl’s anus and then slipped a finger inside. The girl’s buttock clenched but she began to lick harder and faster.

“See, sluts like this love a finger up to ass!”

“That’s it, right there, yes… right there! Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop!” the guard then jolted several times in her seat as she came and then pushed the girl away, “There you are, Evva, enjoy.”

The girl was really cute, short chestnut hair and hazel eyes. She looked around twenty or twenty-one. The girl stayed on all fours as she looked up at Evva. Evva opened her coat and unbuckled her belt.

“She new?” asked Evva as she pulled down her pants.

“Yeah, came in last week. Licks clit pretty well though,” the other guard replied, pulling up her own pants.

“Let’s see what you got,” said Evva and slipped her panties down to her knees.

The girl looked up at the already spread pussy and submissively raised herself up and started to lick. Evva had got herself all hot and bothered thinking about Rita all day so the gentle licks on her clit immediately sent a quiver down her legs.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” purred Evva as she stroked the girl’s hair.

“So when do you think Rita will want to play?”

“Yeah, love that tight athlete's body of hers,” the other guard added with a nod.

“Not sure, the first time can take a while,” replied Evva.

“We could just take her, not like she can run away, not with that funny leg of hers,” one of the guards laughed.

“We’re not taking her!” snapped Evva, “She’s one of us. That’s not how it works. We will tempt her but never force her. Mmm… Good girl.”

Evva reached up under her top and cupped her breasts, she rolled her nipples between her fingers until they were erect.

“Get that tongue inside….” Evva panted.

The girl obeyed, she reached around and grabbed Evva’s buttocks and then pulled herself hard into the pussy, pushing her stiffened tongue between the folds and inside.

The two watching guards slipped their hands back into their pants and started rubbing themselves.

“Fuck, I’m horny again, as soon as you’re done give that bitch back,” said one of the guards.

Rita sighed and stretched her bad leg. At least in this warmth it didn’t feel too bad. She thought about what Evva was saying about the girls here and being able to order one like calling for pizza take-out. It was a crazy notion. Yet the idea, and the associated images, stuck in her mind. She imagined coming back to her cabin, cold and chilled to the core, to find a naked girl in her bed. The log fire burning away, the girl looking willingly up at her and spreading her legs. ‘What are you thinking?’ she asked herself with a laugh. The idea of having sex with another girl had never really occurred to her. She liked men, she had always had a man in her life. She was pretty and she had never had a shortage of sex. Now thinking about it, the last six months, since her injury, was the longest she had ever been without a good fucking. And as things were it would be at least another four months until she had any hope of having a hard cock inside her. ‘Who would you choose?’ she asked herself, pretending it was a hypothetical question to play with in her mind, to while away the time as she sat there, looking at the empty courtyard. That Chechnyan girl? She smiled that would certainly put her in her place. Being told by Tatiana she had to apologize to her for being rude by sleeping with the guard. Or maybe that blue-eyed woman. She was beautiful, the way she held herself showed her confidence. But there was something scary about her. Something devoid of warmth showed in her cold eyes and the idea of spending a night in bed with that woman chilled her. But

that woman’s igrushka was cute, dainty and timid. But if she was an igrushka then she maybe was one of those ‘out of bounds’ girls Evva had mentioned? There was the other American. That Latina girl she had saved from a scuffle in the yard the other day. She was so beautiful in a sexy exotic way, flawless olive skin, that thick dark hair and oh, those curves! She would make a great lover Rita thought. And in her mind the images of returning to her cabin and finding the Latina there waiting for her. Her sultry looks, those full lips, round breasts, hourglass hips…

Rita shook her head from her daydream, ‘What am I thinking?’ she laughed. ‘Let’s just face it, the only person pleasuring me for the next four months is going to be me!’ She then realized she was more than a little turned on. She looked out the walls along the battlements. She could just make out Evva standing in the next tower along. No doubt chatting and gossiping. The thought she could quickly rub one out here and now entered her mind. ‘Get a grip girl! You can’t masturbate on duty. Drink? Maybe… but no masturbating!’

To distract herself she took hold of the lever that operated the floodlight and gave it a pull. The light moved steadily from right to left as it scanned for any movement. There was none. She pushed the lever and the light moved back the other way. She kept moving it until it shone down on the far corner and over the wooden post. She shivered at the thought of being so close to that obscene thing this morning and quickly pulled the lever again not wanting to look at it anymore. As the post returned to darkness and the light moved away, for a split second she saw a girl… a naked girl. It had only been for the briefest of moments but she was sure. Her heart skipped and flipped over in her chest. With her hand shaking so much it was hard to control, she shoved the lever hard in the other direction and shone the light back over the post.

There was a girl fastened to the post, stripped naked and covered in blood. Her legs broken and twisted beneath her, her eyes pale and wide staring pitifully directly at her. The mouth lolled open and she screamed. The cry was like nothing she had ever heard, a wretched cry of anguish that seemed to come from

all directions at once. The dreadful note chilled the blood in her veins and stilled her breath.

“Move the light!” cried Evva.

Evva pushed her so hard that Rita fell out of her stool and collapsed onto the floor. She hadn’t heard Evva enter, she hadn’t even felt the blast of cold air when the door had opened. Evva grabbed the lever and pulled it so the floodlight moved away from the far corner and back over the cell block.

“Fuck! Are you alright? gasped Evva who knelt next to Rita.

“There… there was someone out there…by that post… I saw… and she screamed…” panted Rita her whole body shaking.

“Come on, get back on the stool. Sit down, here take a sip, hell, drink the entire lot,” said Evva handing Rita the hipflask from her belt.

“But… but isn’t there someone there?” asked Rita as she sat back down heavily, purposely not looking down into the courtyard.

“There is no one down there. Trust me. Here drink,” Evva pushed the flask into Rita’s hand who lifted it to her lips with a shaking hand.

The alcohol was so strong she couldn’t tell if it was vodka or gin and she didn’t care she just drank the firey liquid her mind playing and replaying the image of the broken woman on the post looking at her. The empty eyes, blood dripping from the mouth that hung limply open. She took a few massive gulps and slowly she felt her nerves dull.

Evva sat next to her arms around her tight, “That’s it. Don’t think, just keep drinking.”

“Wha…what… did I see?”

“It doesn’t matter. She’s gone now,” Evva pulled Rita’s head onto her shoulder and held the young woman close.

“Oh…” said Rita and she looked down.

Evva followed her gaze, a dark wet patch had spread from Rita’s crotch and now was running down her legs and dripping on the floor.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter,” Evva said softly and kissed the side of Rita’s head, “Just keep drinking.”

Rita didn’t know how long they just sat there, holding onto each other tightly. When she became aware again the hip flask was empty even the whole bottle hadn’t quite steadied her.

“Come on, I’ll take you back to your cabin,” said Evva.

As Rita went down the stairs Evva turned the floodlight back to the far corner. There was nothing and no one there. Just the post, the chains swinging slightly despite the windless night. She scanned the courtyard. There was no one. No tracks in the snow, just a few snowflakes gently twinkling in the bright white light. The sound of the scream echoed in her mind and she shivered then hurried after Rita.

Rita didn’t say a word as Evva took her by the arm and lead her back to her cabin.

“In you go, clean yourself up and get changed and I’ll get the log burner nice and warm for you,” said Evva.

Rita didn’t argue and just took her pajamas from under her pillow and went to the cramped bathroom. She pulled off her soaked pants, she couldn’t even the last time she had wet herself, she felt too numb to be embarrassed. The shower water was only lukewarm but it helped her a little bit. She dried and dressed in her pajamas.

The fire was burning fiercely, flames lapping at the sooty glass. Evva was sitting on the bed and glanced up when Rita entered and gave her a smile.

“Feel any better?”

Rita just nodded.

Evva pulled back the thick blankets on the bed and gestured for Rita to get in. Rita didn’t protest at being tucked into bed like a child.

“What did I see? What did I hear?” she asked as she pulled the blankets up to her chin.

Evva sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the young woman, “It doesn’t matter. Not tonight. When the sun is high and bright and the birds are chirping happily then I will tell you. But not now. Not tonight.”

Rita didn’t press the issue, “What about our watch, shouldn’t we tell the others?”

“I called the other towers and told them… told them the situation. They have it covered. No prisoners will try to escape tonight, not after… Just not tonight. I can stay if you want?”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll be alright.”

Evva nodded and headed for the door. Rita closed her eyes and immediately saw those dead eyes and heard that shrill wail. She opened her eyes again.

“Actually…” Rita started, “actually maybe you could stay… a little while?”

“Sure,” smiled Evva warmly. She kicked off her boots and heavy jacket and then lay on the bed next to Rita.

Gradually Rita felt the effects of the alcohol cut through the numbing fear and the fire, along with Evva, started to warm her.

“How much did I drink?” she asked at last.

“All of it,” laughed Evva, “I’ve seen Vorkuta miners taken off their feet by drinking half of what you’ve had.”

“Everything is spinning,” mumbled Rita.

“Let it carry you off to sleep.”

Evva pulled down her pants and took off her top so she was only in her bra and panties. She then pulled back the covers and climbed under. Rita felt Evva’s arms wrap around her, warm and comforting.

“What did I see?”

“Ssh, close your eyes and sleep,” purred Evva and kissed Rita’s cheek softly. Once. Then twice.

“What are you doing?” asked Rita sleepily.

“Just making you feel good,” replied Evva as her lips moved towards Rita’s.

Rita didn’t move, right now she wanted any kind of human . Lips found hers and kissed her softly.

“I told you…I’m straight,” mumbled Rita.

“And I told you… so am I,” replied Evva, her mouth moving down Rita’s neck.

Rita felt a hand slip under her pajama top and move upwards, towards her breasts and then the world fell away into darkness.

Evva smiled at the beautiful girl as she drifted to sleep, but curiosity and arousal urged her on. Gently she pulled up Rita’s pajama top until her breasts were revealed. They were a small handful in size with light pink areola and two delightful little nipples that looked so tasty.

“Such a sexy young girl,” sighed Evva.

She laid her head next to Rita’s and soon fell asleep.

When Evva woke the log burner was down to embers and just a ruddy glow lit the room. The air had cooled and she felt a chill but it wasn’t that which had woken her. Rita was thrashing about, her head turning from one side to the other.

“No…no…no…” she whimpered.

“Ssh, ssh, little one. It is ok, you are ok,” whispered Evva and held Rita tightly, “Just bad dreams.”

Rita continued to struggle, her breathing getting deeper and faster as her eyes darted backward and forwards under the lids.

“Let me give you nice dreams,” said Evva and her hand move down, slipped under Rita’s elastic waistband and down. Eva felt silky soft hair as her hand continued between Rita’s legs until it reached the soft folds. With two fingers she rubbed up and down Rita’s labia, then up to the top where she caressed swiftly from left to right teasing the clit from its hood.

Rita moaned again, but this time with less urgency.

“Relax, just relax,” Evva, pulled up Rita’s top again, leaned down and took one of her nipples into her mouth and rolled it gently between her teeth while she

licked it. Below her fingers started making circles around Rita’s clit, moving slowly inwards.

Under her fingers, Evva started to feel moisture and Rita’s body reacted even while she slept. With a single finger she touched Rita’s nub which was now swollen. Rita gave a sharp gasp but didn’t move. Evva continued to suck and lick at the nipple in her mouth, which was now also showing signs of arousal. It was becoming hard and erect allowing Evva to lick it even harder. Rita purred and her thrashing eased as did her breathing.

Carefully Evva slid a finger inside Rita’s wet hole and felt the tight, warm grip it. Then she entered with another finger and gently started to fuck her. Rita fell still, her moans of fear replaced by purrs of pleasure.

Evva looked up and saw Rita’s face was now calm, “Have sweet dreams now, lovely warm dreams.”

Evva started to stroke the top wall of Rita’s vagina with every inward movement. Rita’s hips lifted in time to the motion and then her buttocks clenched and her legs straighten then relaxed as she gave a contented gasp.

“There you are, now all the bad dreams are gone,” whispered Evva and she kissed Rita on the lips.

*****

Rita woke to find Evva sitting on her bed and putting on her boots. The fire was burning bright and a kettle was just starting to boil on top of it.

“Good morning,” grinned Evva, “How’s your head?”

Rita ed drinking from the hip flask, “Actually I feel fine.”

“I’m impressed, maybe you are a Vortuka miner. Here let me pour you some coffee.”

Images from last night started to return to Rita. But they were hazy, like a dream. Like someone else’s memories, “I saw something last night, and then I heard… something,” said Rita trying to arrange her jumbled thoughts.

“Here drink your coffee. I’ll tell the Major you will be a little late. Don’t worry she will understand. I’ve put a fresh uniform out for you,” Evva stood and stepped towards the door, “Don’t hurry there is no rush.”

Rita watched Evva put on her hat and step outside, by the number of flakes that blew through the door it must have been snowing again. She rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to shake off the fog that swamped her memory. She sipped at the hot coffee savoring the rich taste. A few minutes later and she felt stronger, her thoughts clearer. She pulled on her uniform.

Outside the snow had indeed picked up and huge flakes floated down from dark clouds. She made her way up the salted path, which for now, was still snow free. As the heavy metal gates reared up in front of her she felt a rising unease. She stepped into the courtyard and felt as if someone was watching her from the far corner. She refused to look. She focused on the cellblock door and forced herself not to turn, not to look at the post. She picked up the pace and hurried inside the block not wanting to spend a second longer in the courtyard than she had to.

The Major was sitting there, newspaper in hand drumming her pencil against the desk as she tried to solve the crossword. When Rita entered the Major hurriedly stood up. Her usual stern expression replaced with one of concern and understanding.

“Rita, you didn’t have to come in today,” said the Major, the soft tone catching Rita by surprise.

“I’m ok, really. Not sure what happened last night maybe I just… I don’t know…”

The Major came from around the counter and put and hand on Rita’s arm, “Just take it easy today. If any of the prisoners even look at you funny, let me know, ok? They should still be serving breakfast, tell Inga to give you my special. She will know what I mean.”

“Ok… thanks.”

The Major gave a sympathetic nod as Rita went through the security gate and made her way to the canteen. As she ed the guards at the checkpoints they

asked if she was ok, each with genuine concern. One even stood and gave her a hug.

The atmosphere in the prison was quiet, unusually so. Even in the canteen, the normally raucous inmates were oddly somber. They sat, ate and talked, but with no energy. The conversations she heard were barely louder than whispers. She saw Evva who was already making her way over to her.

“I thought you might have stayed in bed longer,” Evva said.

“No… I…I just want to get on with the day. Evva, have you told everyone about what happened last night. Just they are all being a bit…”

“Concerned?”

“I was going to say weird… but yeah, I guess concerned it right also.”

“The guards on duty all knew, and I informed the Major this morning.”

“I don’t understand. The Major has offered me her ‘special’ breakfast…”

“Wow! Lucky you! She really does have a soft spot for the pretty ones!” laughed Evva, “Well come on, let’s get some food into you.”

When she asked Inga for the Major’s special she did indeed get given a plate piled high with hot sausages, potatoes, meats and dumplings. It was more than she would normally eat in a week.

“Now, please tell me what is going on.”

Evva forked a sausage from Rita’s plate, “What do you from last night?”

“We were on watch… I was using the floodlight, I thought there was someone in the courtyard,” images of the broken girl flashed before her eyes, “It was a girl! Tied to that post she was… she was… And then that scream? Did you hear it? What the fuck was that?” gasped Rita as her memories flooded back.

“Everyone heard the scream. Everyone,” said Evva.

“Who was she? Where did she go?”

“Her name is… was… Uliana Teplov.”

“Was? She… she’s dead. She’s dead, isn’t she? That was a fucking ghost?”

“I don’t know what she is. Records show she was the first woman to be executed here, by firing squad… in seventeen ninety-eight.”

“And everyone knows about her?”

“This is an old… very old place. There are lots of unexplained things that happen here. There is not a prisoner or guard that has been here more than a couple of years that hasn’t seen or heard something. A shadow moving in the corner of their eye, the voice of a man singing, the sense of being watched. I didn’t believe in any of it when I first came here. I don’t think anyone does. But I’ve seen and heard enough crazy things to know this place has… more to it.”

“Haunted?”

Evva shrugged, “I don’t like putting such words to it. But sure.”

“Have you seen Uliana Teplov?” whispered Rita, feeling uneasy about saying the name out loud.

“Yes… a few times. At night, tied to that damned post, her body broken, eyes just staring right at me. All the guards have seen her and we all know what it means.”

“Means?”

“The scream. If she screams then someone is going to die…soon.”

“Are you being serious? How does she…” Rita leaned back in her chair. The room still felt too quiet. The inmates muttering together in small groups, heads down.

“Alina Zakharova,” said Evva quietly, “You know, that Chechnyan. It’s not official yet but this morning the Warden received instructions to proceed with her death sentence. It will happen any day now. She will then be taken to the post and shot.”

To be Continued…

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