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 Goodnight Bastille

   by

   Doghead_2000



   Pierre Dupont had been a senior jailer at the Bastille for over ten
years now, however since the Revolution and Citizen Robspierre taking over
there had been a lot of changes.  The biggest change of course was the
number of Aristocrat prisoners who were now using the prison as their
temporary home.  Whole families were being brought in at the same time,
Lords and Ladies, Dukes and Duchesses, Politicians, even Judges, and all
their little aristocrat bastards.

   Most stays were usually pretty short, culminating in a special
appointment one morning with Madam La Guillotine and all her court in a
city square.  Although some residents would spend months as guests of the
Bastille while their fate was decided for political reasons.

   The normal prison cells were always full up with the usual cities
criminals, murderers, thieves, arsonists, bigamists, or just the basic
dregs of society, like drunks and vagrants.  Special arrangements had had
to be made for all the aristocrats that were now flooding into the gates of
the prison.  Large cellars in the basement had been turned into dormitory
cells holding up to a hundred men, women and children.  There were no beds
or toilets, except for foul smelling buckets in corners and no privacy. 
The prisoners had to pay for their own food to be brought into the prison
as well as any extras to make their stay a little bit more comfortable.

   It had become a lucrative business for Pierre as a senior jailer, the
prisoners had all come in with hidden gold coins and jewellery hidden about
their persons, usually hidden in their underwear or sewn into their
clothing, an insurance policy adopted due to the uncertain of the times and
the possibility of having to flee the revolution at a moments notice.  Of
course the guests and their families had missed their chance when the
peoples revolutionary councils had arrested them.

   Pierre was charging them extortionate fees for supplying simple things
like bread, wine, the water was practically undrinkable, and even a simple
used bar of soap for washing.  He would also then make them pay again for
five minutes outside their cell to wash in a freezing cold horse trough. 
Of course he would use these opportunities to ogle at the mothers and
daughters as they stood out in the cold having a wash, usually stripped to
the waist, and raising their skirts to wash underneath and reach their more
private areas.

   He even allowed the women to wash the family's only clothes for an
extortionate fee.  The men would strip off in the cells and the women would
take the clothes down to a small room attached to the jailer's room, where
a cold water tap was available.  When in the room, the females would also
strip off all their clothes to be washed.  Pierre would watch the female's
naked bodies, as they did their laundry and washed themselves, through a
secret peephole in the wall, He loved to watch them using the soap to clean
their parasite infested cunts, often raising their legs up onto the tap so
that he had a clear view right up their cunts from his viewpoint.  Some of
the women would get carried away and start to masturbate themselves with
the soap.  Pierre himself always started to pump his cock with his own hand
on these occasions while he watched.  Once the females have finished their
laundry they would get dressed again in their wet clothes to be escorted
back to the cells.

   However there was one unofficial perk of the job that he really enjoyed,
and one of those perks would be fulfilled tonight.  It was the normal
practice for the Citizens Council to inform the prison of the list of names
for their appointments with the guillotine the next day.  This was read out
to the prisoners at about four in the afternoon.  The prisoners selected
were given a couple of hours to say their goodbyes to family and friends,
before being moved to an empty cellar cell ready for the next day.  Usually
all close members of a family were on the same list, although this was not
always the case and we would have to physically separate the screaming
families at times.

   Later we would offer the selected prisoners the opportunity to really
clean themselves up so that they could look their best for the next day. 
Its surprising the vanity of these aristocrats and their need to look their
best at times such as these.  Of course the cost of their vanity was high,
all of the valuables that they still possessed, after all, they couldn't
very well take them with them where they were going.

   First we would allow the men and boys to leave the cell in groups of
about nine at a time, we deliberately selected the order of who was in the
groups to set a precedent for later.  Each group, one after the other, were
taken down to the room with the tap.  Tin baths and soap had been provided
so that the men could bathe and wash their clothes.  Combs, brushes, towels
and simple mirrors were also supplied; we even supplied chalk powder for
them to put on their wigs, as was the fashion of the day.

   Once a group had finished, they were taken back to the cell so that the
next group could have their turn.  This went on until all of the men and
boys had finished their turn.  Then we turned to the women and girls.  This
is where our method of choosing the order of the groups came into its own.
The first groups were always made up of the older women and the youngest of
the girls.  We always saved the best of the women for the very last group.
This was made up of the best looking women and the older teenage girls.

   Of course we made the most of our peeping holes with all of the groups
of females, watching them strip off completely naked, bathing and doing
their ablutions and laundry, before we took them back for the next group.
Finally we would get around to the last group, the cream of the crop so to
speak.  We took them to the room as normal and watched them through the
walls in eager anticipation as they stripped off and went about their
ablutions.  Once they had done their business and completed their laundry,
we all burst into the room while they were still all naked.

   When I say we, I mean the other jailers who like Pierre and myself lived
in the Bastille, not of course as prisoners, but as free men with quarters
that went with our jobs.  There were about twenty of us who lived in, plus
another twenty of so who lived with their families and came in during the
day along with the guards from the attached garrison.  However for these
nightly group sessions there were only us live in jailers still on duty to
supervise things.

   The now clean naked females were frog-marched along the corridors to
another large empty cellar cell on the other side of the prison, their
clothes and few possessions were left in the in the washroom for later. 
The terrified and embarrassed females were herded through the door of the
cell to find themselves in what looked like a kind of torture chamber. 
This is where our fun for the evening was really going to begin.

   Around the cell walls were chains with manacles hanging from the
brickwork.  The females, eight of them on this occasion, were dragged over
to the walls, their arms stretched out above their heads and to the sides,
then locked into the manacle bracelets.  The female's ankles were then
spread out wide and locked into more of the shackles, placed six feet apart
along the wall near the floor.  Now these girls and women, more used to
being seen in all their peacock finery, were fully displayed naked for us
to feast our eyes on.

   The senior jailers like Pierre and myself were able to use our position
to select first from the females available each night.  The other jailers
would then make their selections.  Of course once we had used them, other
would also take over from us and share them until we were all satisfied. 
With the method we always used to choose the females, none of the jailers
were ever disappointed with whomever they ended up with.  I chose a
nineteen-year-old girl, who I had had my eye on for a couple of weeks.

   What had first caught my eye was her slim hourglass figure and big firm
breasts.  However what really attracted me to her was her angelic face, a
face of pure young innocence.  I remember seeing her on her first day a
couple of weeks before, when she had to relieve herself in one of the cell
buckets in front of all the other male and female prisoners for the first
time.  She very carefully spread out her skirts around the just emptied
bucket, so that no one could see her actually do her bodily functions.  I
remember her extreme embarrassment when her stream of piss hit the bottom
of the deep bucket and the sound rang out around the walls of the cell. 
Her angelic face was a complete picture of shame, embarrassment and
anguish. I knew from that first day, that I was going to have her before
she left the prison.

   Pierre himself had chosen my girl's mother as his own female victim. 
She was a very rich, high classed Duchess, who came from the best European
royal stock.  For her age, she was still one heck of a real good looker
with a trim figure and firm breasts.  It was obvious where my girl's good
looks had come from.

   Now here I was standing in front of my nineteen year old beauty, a
redhead with her legs spread and a thick triangle of curly red pubic hair
nesting between her legs.  Her face was still angelic, the face of
innocence, but her eyes were the eyes of a person in real fear as I
approached her.  I grabbed her face on either side and looked into those
eyes before planting a kiss on each of her cheeks.  Then I covered her
mouth with my own, kissing her lips.  She did not respond of course, and
kept her lips clamped tightly shut.  I trailed my lips across her chin and
down her beautiful neck, her skin was soft, unblemished and thankfully now
clean.

   Taking a step backwards, I gazed at the two beautiful large firm breasts
sitting proudly on her chest.  She started to whimper as I reached out and
started to gently stroke the pale white skin of those proud globes,
massaging them and weighing them in the palm of my excited hands.  Leaning
forwards, I buried by face in the cleavage valley between them, using them
to stroke the sides of my own face.  Turning my head to one side, I started
to kiss and lick the mammary mound on that side, working on the whole
breast in big slobbery circles, working closer and closer towards the
centre.  Finally my mouth reached the stiff nipple at the breasts heart,
involuntary swollen as a result of my oral attentions.  I placed my lips
over the sweet bud and gently sucked on it.  I used the tips of my teeth to
lightly brush against the two sides while running my wet tongue across the
sensitive swollen tip in my mouth.  As her whole body shuddered, I turned
my head and repeated the process on her other young breast.

   Once again her body shuddered as she let out a whimper from between her
lips.  Removing my mouth from her gorgeous tits, I straightened up again
and once again reached out my hands to her two breasts.  This time I did
not cup her breasts, I reached out and took her two swollen nipples between
the fingers of my hands and squeezed them as hard as I could.  As her
whimper suddenly changed to a agonising scream of pain, I also twisted the
trapped buds hard, as if I was turning a couple of stiff cupboard door
knobs.  She didn't stop screaming for at least half a minute after I let go
of her nipples.

   Again stepping forwards, I grabbed hold of each side of her lovely hips.
I slid down onto my knees on the floor between her legs and planted a kiss
in the middle of her trim belly.  I slowly moved my way downward, kissing
and licking her perfect warm silky skin until I had my face buried against
the soft cushion of that thick patch of curly red hair.  She was again
whimpering and trying to pull her hips back into the wall behind her away
from my probing nose.  I used my hands on her hips to pull her crutch
forwards again into my face and sniffed at the scent of her still damp
pubes.

   Finally pulling my head away, I sunk lower on my knees so that I could
look upwards between her legs and look at that very centre of a woman's
being, her virgina.  It was being hidden from sight by the beautiful pink
folds of her outer cunt lips.  Letting go of her hips, I placed the palms
of my hands on the soft skin of her inner thighs and started to slowly
slide them up on the inside of her legs towards her womanhood.  Again her
body shuddered as my fingers reached the point where her spread legs met in
the middle.  Slowly and gently I placed the tips of my fingers on the two
sides of her lower lips and pulled them apart to expose the opening of her
sex hole.  As I eased her open and moved in closer for a better look, I
could see her intact hymen blocking the passage.  I had chosen well with
this lovely creature, she was a real genuine aristocrat virgin, and I was
about to break her well and truly in.

   I started to slide my fingers up and down the crack formed by her cunt
lips while still holding them open.  Moving my head forward even more, I
started to kiss her clitoris bud, flicking it with my tongue, and as it
started to swell in size I began to suck on it.  My face and fingers were
starting to get covered in juices as my manipulations overcame her bodies
resistance to being fondled against her will.  She was starting to move her
hips and involuntary rub herself against my face, so I pulled back away
from her.  Removing one hand from between her legs, I used the other to
take hold of her swollen clit between my fingers and started to squeeze as
hard as I could.  Once again the girl started to let out a agonising scream
from her mouth that went on and on until I eventually released her
clitoris. As I let go her body sank down to hang from her chains and she
released a stream of urine onto the floor from between her legs.

   I gave her a couple of minutes to compose herself again, and while I
waited I stepped back about six feet and stood facing her.  As she slowly
hauled herself as upright as the manacles allowed her, I reached into my
leggings to release my cock.  Now I'm not bragging or anything, but my cock
is my pride and joy, a masterpiece of male pride.  Standing out from my
crutch a good ten inches when fully aroused, and a good two and a half
inches thick.  When it was hard, it was really hard, solid like an iron bar
poking in front of me.  And of course as I stood in front of the girl in
anticipation, it was being presented in all its erect glory.

   The girl's eyes fell on the monster penis in front of her and fear was
once again showed on her beautiful face, the pupils of her eyes widened as
she realised the implications of her being manacled in this way with her
legs spread wide and my enormous swollen cock pointing directly out towards
her own crutch.  As I started to move forwards again she started to beg for
me to stop.  "No, No, Please No.  Don't, Please Don't." Of course all her
begging had no effect on me and I stepped right up to her naked body.

   Reaching forwards, I grabbed hold of her hips again and slipped my hands
around her to grasp the cheeks of her arse.  Using my hold on her butt, I
pulled her hips forward towards me, and then I aimed my big cock towards
the junction of her open legs.  She started to shake her head from side to
side and her begging got louder and louder as I started to rub the length
of my cock up and down the crack of her outer pussy lips.  The lips of her
cunt were still slippery from the juices she had released earlier, and my
cock easily slid in and out, parting her lips to either side of my cock so
that the shaft rubbed along her clitoris with each stroke.  Her begging
started to change to a whimper as her young body started to once again
respond involuntary to my manipulations.

   Then I bent my knees slightly so that the head of my cock was pointing
more upright and guided the tip towards the girl's virgin virgina.  I
slowly pushed forward until my cock was pushing against her maidenhead's
unbroken hymen and paused to savour the look in her eyes as she realised
that only a thin piece of skin separated my fucking tool from plunging deep
into her tight unused cunt.  Then I again started to push forward, there
was a little resistance, and then she gave a soft little scream of pain as
my cock split it apart and started to sink inside her pussy.

   Oh the feeling was glorious, as I slowly sank my cock up inside that
very tight virgin hole, further and further I pushed it, until I had
finally buried my full ten inches inside her belly.  I could feel my cock's
head resting against the girl's cervix and I again paused to savour the
sensations of having her tight passage walls squeezing the full length of
my cock.  Then I started to fuck her cunt, slowly at first, then building
up momentum until I was really fucking her long and hard.

   In and out went the rigid pole of my cock, a powerful hammering of her
pussy passage, my rhythm reminiscent of a blacksmith's hammer striking his
anvil, her cervix was my anvil, and I pummelled it over and over again.  At
some point during my powerful rape of her cunt, I had spread the cheeks of
her arse and rammed one of my long thick index fingers deep into her rectal
passage.  It was now buried up to the second knuckle in her anus.

   I felt my cock beginning to swell up to even greater size and
sensitivity as my body started to prepare for its orgasm.  The familiar
ache started deep down in my stomach and spread into my scrotum as the
pressure of the seed in my bollocks reached bursting point.  I started to
hammer into her cunt as hard and fast as I could, until I felt the stream
of semen start to erupt from my ball sack and power its way into my cock.
Then I rammed my cock as deep into her body as I could and held it there,
while the flood of my cum burst from the head of my cock and filled her up
to her own bursting point.  I held on until every drop of my seed had been
planted in her young pussy before sliding myself out of her body.

   The moment that I had pulled out and stepped away, my place was taken by
one of the more junior jailers.  I watched him as he sank his own swollen
cock into the girl's now sticky pussy, fascinated at the sight of his taut
buttocks jerking backwards and forwards while he slammed his cock in and
out of her pussy.  While he fucked her, I took the opportunity to look
round at the way the other jailers were raping the females shackled to the
walls.

   All of these aristocratic bitches were being given a good seeing to by
the men.  Pierre himself was really humping into my girls mother, he was
also slapping her buttocks and tits around hard with his hands as he fucked
her, as was his usual way with the women.

   The girl, who really attracted my attention, was the youngest of the
eight selected females.  She was only seventeen, the daughter of a former
senior army General.  She was a slim girl with very long legs, her breasts
were slightly smaller than really suited her frame, but they were firm and
certainly pretty.  The reason that she was catching my attention at that
moment though, was the way in which the jailers were using her.  One of the
men had squeezed himself behind her, between her body and the wall.  He had
rammed his cock up into her young arse and was pumping his cock into her
rear passage for all he was worth.  At the same time he was reaching round
her chest and squeezing her tiny nipples as hard as he could.  A second man
was in front of her with his cock buried deep into her cunt, he also was
rutting into her as hard as he could.  The man in front was holding onto
the other jailers' buttocks as they fucked her cunt and arse, timing their
strokes to together and plunging their cocks deep into her body at the same
time.  The young girl's was screaming her head off with every thrust of the
two men's cocks.  I continued to watch them screw her until the jailer with
my girl had shot his load and withdrawn.

   We released my girl's wrists and feet from the wall shackles and dragged
her over to a table at one side of the room.  We threw her face down onto
its top and tied her wrists to the legs at one end.  Then we spread her
legs wide once again and also tied them to the legs of the table.  She made
a marvellous sight spread over the table; her naked back was smooth, the
skin completely unblemished and with a milky complexion.  She had a
gorgeous pair of shapely firm buttocks, which were now resting over the
edge of the tabletop, the tops of her thighs were forced apart by her
bindings so that her now used cunt could be clearly seen in the valley
below.

   We both picked up thick leather paddles and stood on either side of her.
Taking it in turns we started to paddle her beautiful buttocks while she
yelped and squealed at the stinging blows falling onto her sweet little
derriere.  We didn't mark or seriously bruise her buttocks, however we
turned her cheeks into a lovely bright shade of red that nearly matched the
colour of her own hair.

   Once we had had our bit of fun, we dropped our paddles on the floor and
I moved and stood behind her, between her lovely legs.  Again I took my now
rejuvenated erect cock from my pants.  Reaching for the cheeks of her arse,
I spread them apart with my fingers to look at the tight little butt hole.
My finger had already got to know this gorgeous little ring, now it was my
cock's turn to get intimate with it.  I was going to spit her in two and
love every minute of it.

   First I sunk my cock into her now sloppy pussy and gave it a few quick
strokes to cover it with our juices.  Then I placed the tip against the
little star shaped ring of her anus.  Grabbing her around the hips, I
started to force myself against her sphincter muscles, my iron like cock
pushing aside any resistance as it stretched her opening wide.  As the head
of my cock slid into yet another of her virgin passages, the girl let out
an almighty scream of agony which went on and on as my cock buried itself
deeper and deeper into her rectum.  Her rear passage was extremely tight to
my massive cock, and even with the lubrication I had used it was still dry.
The friction of her back passage walls on my cock, as I forced it to her,
was sensational; it took me a while to finally get myself buried up to the
hilt in her butt, but I savoured every millimetre.  Then I really started
to pump into her, in what was one of the best butt-fucks of my life.  Long,
hard strokes until I felt my second orgasm starting to build up in my
loins. I then let loose and pumped her butt for all I was worth, until I
exploded my sperm deep into her bowels in an almost volcanic eruption of
semen.  When I pulled out of her arse, with a loud plopping sound, the
other jailer immediately mounted her butt and started to give her arse what
for as well.

   It didn't take long for him to pump his seed into her rectum hole once
he had started.  With a big sigh he stiffened and then slowly withdrew his
cock from her arse.  A big grin now came to my face.  Now we had both
fucked both of her holes, it was time for a special bit of fun with the
girl.  We always played with the female once we had fucked them, before we
had yet another little surprise with them elsewhere.  During this play we
would abuse them and torture them for our own pleasure.  The only thing
that we had to be careful of, was that we didn't mark the females in any
way that would be noticed the next morning, not that anyone would really be
interested on the ramblings of some neurotic females who were only hours
away from being executed anyway.

   Of course I had my own speciality for playing with my girls, as did a
few of the other lads, so the two of us started to prepare our well-fucked
aristocrat girl for her little ordeal.  First we untied her and flipped her
over on her back on the table, binding her hands and feet again to hold her
still while we prepared her.  We started to bind her beautiful large
breasts with ropes, wrapping each tit round and round tightly near the
base, so that the majority of the breasts started to swell out like a
couple of big balloons with nipples un the end.  The other ends of the
ropes were passed through two pulleys suspended from the ceiling.

   Releasing her hands and feet, we stood her up, it was obvious from the
look of terror in her tearstained eyes that she knew what was going to
happen next, and we didn't disappoint her.  We hauled on the ends of the
ropes.  The girl's tits were slowly pulled upwards towards the roof and she
was forced to stand on her toes to take the weight off of her mammaries. 
As we hauled the ropes higher her feet left the ground so that she was
swinging in the air by her breasts.

   While she hung from the ceiling we upended the table that she had being
lying on, so that it was now standing upright.  The top edge had been
feathered on both sides into a sharp knife like edge.  Taking hold of one
of her legs each, we opened them wide and guided them on each side of the
table.  Then we started to lower her down again; until her crutch was
resting on the tables knife blade edge.  The look of pure agony on the
girl's face was a picture to behold.

   Then we raised her hands and tied them high up on the pulley ropes, so
that she could control her own pain.  She could either haul on the ropes
and strain her tortured breasts, or slacken off and take pain of her weight
on her pussy.  We watched her struggling for a few minutes, trying to get
some sort of balance to her pain.  Then we added the sadistic touch.  We
started to tie weights to each of her ankles, firstly only light weights,
but then building up to heavy weights.  These increased the strain on her
arms as she tried to stop her cunt from grinding into the agonising table
edge, as well as increasing the pain on her breasts, as they had to take
the extra weight.

   We carried on like this for about half an hour slowly increasing her
pain until her every moment was a living hell.  Then I added the final
little touch.  While the other jailer pulled on the ropes to raise her a
few inches off of the table edge, I slid a twelve inch candle up her arse
until only a couple of inches stuck out of her rear end.  The candle had a
little flat holder on the end sticking out of her butt, which would always
hit the table when she was low enough.

   The other jailer then slowly let go of the ropes again so that she had
to take the strain again herself.  This time she found that she had to
force her body to lean forwards on the table to prevent the long candle
from being forced painfully into her bowels.  Of course the result of this
was to force her to put all of her weight on the table edge onto her pubic
bone and clitoris.  She was in excruciating agony and we allowed her to
stay this way for a good half an hour.

   While she was suffering I occasionally took the opportunity to have a
look round to see what the other jailers were doing to their females during
playtime.  Some of the lads were not very imaginative and were just
slapping the girls arses and tits around, although did seem to be having
fun doing so.  I noticed that one woman was having her breasts squeezed and
tortured by long handled metal tongues while another man was twisting her
nipples.  Other women were having all sorts of objects forced up into their
arses and anuses by laughing jailers.

   Pierre of course was really having a good time with my girl's mother. 
He had pushed a table up against the cell wall, and he had her sitting on
the table, her arms still up in the manacles.  However he had also bent her
legs up into the air and tied to her wrists.  So although her buttocks were
still on the table, her legs were splayed wide open.  She was screaming her
head off in agony, thanks to Pierre's fist and complete wrist being buried
right up inside her hugely stretched cunt.  Pierre of course was a huge
gorilla of a man; his hands were like bloody great hams.  Still its funny
how some mothers can give birth to bloody big babies, but complain and
scream their heads off when you give them a little bit of fist fucking.

   Finally we had all finished having our little bit of fun with the
females, and it was time to let them down and proceed with the planned
final surprise of the evening for them.  We had to half drag and half carry
some of them, including my girl, out of the door and down the corridors to
where their surprises awaited them.  They were split up, with a couple of
jailers taking each female.  We took my girl further along this corridor
and through a large solid wooden door into a large cell.

   The cell was more like a wine cellar, a large room with the walls going
up and curving over our heads to fall on the other side to create the wall
on that side as well.  The room was divided in two by iron bars going from
ceiling to floor.  In the middle of the bars was a locked metal door.  The
side of the bars where they had entered was empty except for a wooden bench
in the centre of the floor.  However the faces of lots of dirty and scruffy
men were pressed up to the bars on the other side watching as we led the
naked female into the room.

   We laid the girl down on her back on the bench, with her legs facing the
men at the bars.  A strap was wrapped around both her waist and the bench
to hold her in place.  Then her arms were bent downwards and tied together
underneath the bench as well.  Making a big show of it, so that the men
behind the bars were pushing their faces through the bars to goggle at the
girl, we grabbed hold of her ankles and spread her legs as wide as we
could. The men were gawping at the girl's gapping pussy in frustrated
anticipation, as we attached ropes to her ankles, and tied them to a couple
of iron rings fitted in the ceiling.  By the time we had finished the girls
legs were really stretched wide and upwards, so that both her used cunt and
anus were clearly visible to the watching men excited men.

   The men were all drunks, petty criminals or vagrants, the sort of men
that these aristocrat bitches would cross the road to avoid, using their
silk handkerchiefs to cover their noses with.  Well this time there would
be no fancy handkerchief to avoid their stench, and certainly no crossing
over to avoid them.  Once we had finished tying the girl's legs we unlocked
the metal door and let the men through to the girl.

   At first she started to scream out, as their dirty hands probed and
explored her defenceless body.  Her pleading and screams were soon stifled
though when one of the men shoved his swollen cock into her mouth and
started to fuck the back of her throat.  Another man rammed his cock into
her pussy and started to rape the hole below her triangle of red hair.  The
other jailer and myself stood back against the wall and let the men all
have their way with her.

   She was fucked and sodomised in every hole possiable by the dirty
prisoners, one after the other.  She was given no respite at all as men
would leap on her as soon as an opening presented itself for them.  Over
thirty men were being held in that cell, and every one of them was fucking
her in some way that night, a lot of them took her more than once and in
different ways.

   It was early hours of the morning by the time we locked the satisfied
men back up behind the cell bars.  We released the girl and had the drag
her all the way back to the washroom on the other side of the prison where
her clothes were still waiting.  When all eight females had been brought
back from their own degrading gang-bang rape sessions, we gave them an hour
to recuperate and once again bathe and clean themselves up.

   Finally when they had dressed in their clothes again, we took them back
to the large cell where the other condemned prisoners were waiting.  We
ignored all questions about why we had taken so long with the last batch of
females.  We just pushed them into the cell and relocked the door.  I doubt
if any of the females would say anything about their treatment due to the
embarrassment to their aristocratic principles.  But even if they did no
one would listen to them outside of those in the cell anyway.

   Next morning when the other jailers who lived out came in to the prison,
we went off duty.  I often would go out to watch the morning's
entertainment in the square before getting some sleep ready for the next
night games.  However I gave it a miss the next morning.  I never saw that
special girl again.  I preferred to remember her as she was, when I was
fucking her brains out, rather than a disembodied head being lifted out of
a basket.

   Mind you, there were going to be a lot of special girls over the coming
months to both use and watch.


   The End.