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   DETENTION CENTER (nc, or, mf) by Oshies email: oshies@graffiti.net

   The Departure "Mmh ...  mmh ...  yesss ...  come on ...mmh...mmmhh ....
Oh ...  oh ...  oh ...  oh ...  oh ...  oh ...  more ...  mmmmhh" The young
moaning blond girl was writhing ecstatically under the repeated thrusts of
her boyfriend.  She was lying on her back with her long slender legs
wantonly spread while Thomas was steadily pumping her from above.  His
beautiful cock glistening with her juices as plunged back up to the hilt
into her waiting cunt.  "Oh god, you got such a wonderful cock; I could
fuck for hours!  Oh God oh god oh gooood ....  !" Caroline wailed as Thomas
increased his speed.  "I bet you could but I can't!  I' m almost there!" he
groaned.  "No, stop then, wait, I won't have you for the next time.  I
wanna feel you more !  Wait!" she moaned.  Obediently he pulled out and
sank his head between her white legs to continue the stimulation with his
experienced tongue.  Excited as she was he did not fool around but went
directly to her protruding clit, lapping her with short little stabs of his
agile tongue.  "AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh" Caro screamed as the sensitive knob
sent excited signals to her brain, driving her mad.  Thomas stopped and
said, "If you continue to scream like that the neighbors will call the
cops. They'll think I'm killing you." "You ARE killing me, you monster,"
Caro panted.  She was lying spread-eagled on the bed as Tom was leering at
her from his vantage point.  Caroline had the superb body of a
nineteen-year old girl, nicely shaved blonde cunt hairs, a flat tummy and
two fully grown nice shaped breasts, not too big as some stupid girls love
to have.  Her cunt was a nicely shaped affair, now bright pink and enlarged
with hot blood.  The vagina was still open in memory of its latest filling.
His nostrils flared with the musty aroma it emitted.  Bending forward he
made contact with the hot female flesh and tried to insert his agile tongue
into her opening.  An excited squeal rewarded him for his work.  Drawing
back he asked: "How about some butt fuck, Caro?  As a farewell present?"
"You know I don't like it, so don't ask!  But you can take me over there at
the window, if you want!" With these word she swung her legs off the bed,
got up and walked to the window, swinging her hips seductively, leaned
forward and rested her arms on the window frame before she looked back. 
"You see anything of interest, my big stud?" she asked in a hoarse voice as
she slightly spread her legs to give him a better view of his possible
point of interest.  Thomas quickly got up, his steel-hard cock bobbing with
every step, placed his tool at her entrance and pushed.  Leaning forward he
took her two globes in his hand and started the ride.  Superb.  With a view
from the 25th floor of the tower over the sleeping Berlin, his cock deeply
embedded in the body of the hottest woman of his young life, he loved life.
For her part, she loved being thoroughly fucked by this handsome boy,
giving her lasting satisfaction, before she would fly off to the language
school to brush up on her French needed to get a better position with the
next company.  Then his steady rhythm faded her dreams, and the carnal
desires took over, shrouding her mind with a roaring orgasm.  Her clasping
cunt muscles squeezed his cock until he also had to give in and release a
torrent of sticky white cum into her hungry hole.  Too weak to move to the
bed they just collapsed in front of the window before they managed to move
back into the bed for a good slumber.

   When the alarm rang the next morning Caroline gave Thomas a last
satisfying blowjob before he drove her to the airport for her training. 
When they got up he moaned: "Why do you have to go to that bloody language
course?  Last time you want I had calluses on my right hand.  Admit it, you
just want to see how good the French boys are, you bitch!" "Nobody is
better than you, my stud" Caroline blew him a kiss.  Then she grinned and
slowly and seductively put on her garter.

   After an uneventful flight she took the RER from Roissy to downtown
Paris before checking for the best Metro to take her to her nondescript
hotel near the Park de Luxembourg.  After checking into her tiny she took a
stroll through the adjacent Quartier Latin, looking at the prices at the
restaurants and sighing unhappily - too high for her meager bourse.  So she
settled for a Hamburger at McDo, watching the people passing by.  When she
returned later to her room she fell asleep.

   Next morning saw her in the Metro again, this ancient transport system
reeking of tradition, going to an address near Montparnasse, where the
school was located.  The classroom was a nice surprise, good chairs
arranged in a circle, tables and a projector.  Half of the class was
already present, 3 boys and 5 girls.  Caroline sat down self-consciously
next to a good-looking Latino and plain blond bespectacled boy.  Opposite
her a black haired girl from some Spanish speaking country was already
talking vivaciously with her neighbor, an attentive nerdish looking boy. 
The others were more or less average looking boys and girls of about 20 to
25 years.  As the room filled up Caroline overcame her shyness and asked
the Latin lover next to her: "Where are you staying?" 'Damn', she thought,
' what a stupid thing to say.  He's probably thinking I need a lay.' But
the boy just smiled and said with a thick Spanish accent " Hi, I'm Ramon.
I'm staying in some place called Opal.' Just then an elderly man entered,
smiled and started to speak in French.  Caroline with her limited knowledge
had trouble to follow, but she got so much to understand that this was M.
Boule and he was going to be their teacher for the next 2 weeks.

   The School The first two days at the language school were rather
uneventful, yet strenuous.  Talking in a foreign language was very
demanding, so in the evening she fell into bed and slept immediately.  The
breaks at noon however were nice, with the students chattering happily in
the break room.  Caroline with her blond hair and gorgeous lines of course
was the center of attention of the boys, but Consuela, the black haired
Mexican with the temperament of a hurricane had her share, too.  Caroline
kept the boys at bay, thinking of Thomas back in Berlin, but the natural
charm of Ramon took great bites into her determination.

   On the third day the students agreed to take the evening off.  Some
enterprising boys had already scouted the area, so they all set of to a
small less expensive restaurant and a trendy disco afterwards.

   It was a huge hall with loudspeakers blaring the latest techno and rap
songs.  The music and the strong drinks freely furnished by Ramon made feel
slightly dizzy yet she was immensely enjoying the evening after the
strenuous learning.  Especially the attention she received from the boys
was exhilarating.  Ramon was constantly dancing around her, showering her
with his mindfulness.  As the morning arrived she decided to leave as Ramon
pleaded for a last dance.  As he drew her near she almost leaned into him.
As he pressed his crotch against her body she felt with surprise that he
had a hard-on.  Surprised she looked up.  "Sorry", he murmured as he gently
kissed her lips, "you are just too much for me".  Almost without will she
gave in to his probing tongue as he explored her moist mouth.  At the same
time he sensitively rotated his hips against her body.  This dual attack on
her senses was too much.  Groaning she pressed her body against his,
returning his hot kisses.  Almost unconscious she let him guide her out of
the disco.  The cold air made her shiver, but he chivalrously wrapped her
in his cloak, leading her to his hotel.  As she murmured: "no, no don't",
he expertly quelled her protests with his kisses, tracing her delicious
curves with his fingertips and sending shivers down her spine.

   When he had closed the door of his hotel room he immediately grabbed her
from behind and started to delicately grope her body.  Carefully he traced
her nipples through her brassiere as he slowly lifted her short dress with
his other hand, moving up her hot thigh towards her most intimate parts. 
The light touch almost drove her crazy, and she moaned loudly.  This was
something different than the usual more direct approach of Thomas.  Nobody
had seduced her so expertly.

   As he reached her soaked pants and began to stroke her slit through the
fabric she almost screamed of desire.  Violently she turned around, fell to
her knees and groped for his crotch.  Feeling the outlines of his cock, she
roughly tore down the zipper, reached inside and retrieved a beautifully
formed throbbing shaft covered with olive skin and smelling of male desire.
For a moment she admired his skin, tracing the thick veins with her fingers
before the made contact with his purple tip shining with precum fluid.  As
her soft lips touched the sensitive cap Ramon lead out a squealed moan,
pushing his hips upwards in a frantic effort to further enter her velvety
mouth.  'Ha', Caroline thought,' two can play the same game.  Forming an
'o' with her thump and digit finger she encircled his throbbing member and
excruciatingly slowly moved it up and down.  Immediately she was rewarded
with some agonizing moans and more frantic moving of the hips.  Carefully
she placed her mouth over his tip and let his penis slightly enter her oral
cavity.  The desperate fuck motions increased, trying to fuck her mouth
more deeply.  Caroline let go of his rod, pulled up her shirt and rolled
down her soaked panties while she let the groaning sex-crazy boy take her
head and use her mouth as his fuck-tool.  Braking free she got up on her
feet, took Ramon by his best part, lead him to the bed, threw herself
backwards on it, her legs wantonly spread, her cunt open and lubricated,
and moaned: "Take me!" The overexcited boy didn't need a second invitation.
In a moment he had discarded his pants, knelt between her legs, and
effortlessly slid his thick cock into her hungry hole.  It was like an
earthquake, like nothing before.  The two lovers squealed fought, scratched
each other in heat, rolling around on the bed while he violently pistoned
in and out of her wide-open cunt.  At one moment her held her arms tight
over her head so that she could not move, rapidly nailing her with quick
thrusts.  When orgasmic relief came, they both screamed their satisfaction
at the top of their lungs.  For minutes they lay motionless on top of each
other, his half inflated penis still deeply imbedded in her overflowing
cunt.  Slowly she disentangled their sweaty bodies, rolling the sleepy and
exhausted Ramon off her body.  "Oh God", she breathed, "nobody has ever
fucked my like you did".  He didn't listen, sleeping noiselessly.  Wobbly
she gathered her clothes, dressed and got out of the hotel to go back to
her hotel for a quick shower and short but quiet sleep

   The next morning she received a lot of grins as she entered the room. 
Ramon sat there seemingly uninterested.  'What has he said' Caroline
thought alarmed.  Consuela the beautiful Mexican rushed up and said: "Tell
me, what has happened between you and Ramon?  Is he really good?" "Why,
what's the matter?" Caroline asked back to win time.  " "Come on, Caro, we
all saw you leave!  Ramon doesn't say a word, the cabron." Relief swept
through Caroline.  He was really a gentleman.  He hadn't portrayed her as a
bitch in heat.  "Oh, nothing, we just kissed good-bye, that's all." "Oh
come on, that's not all.  Tell me, I won't tell anybody, on the grave of mi
madre", Consuela pleaded.  "Really, nothing happened", Caroline insisted.
She was saved by the entry of Mr.  Boule for the next session.

   That evening she declined the offer of Ramon and of other boys to have
another party.  She wanted to be fresh for the next days of studying.

   The next day, as the other students mingled in the hall during a break,
Caroline took a stroll for the other parts of the building.  As she went up
to the forth floor, driven by some bored curiosity, she suddenly heard from
one of the doors some rhythmic slapping of naked flesh and soft moaning;
"..asi.. ..asi...asi.... ..  no pares..".  Some secret liaison going on! 
Carefully she checked the doors.  Here!  Slowly she opened the door and
peeked through the slit.  Shock!  Consuela was lying on a desk, her shirt
hiked up to her hips, her top down, revealing her ample breast which
jiggled under the repeated thrusts of - Ramon, her adored Ramon, who was
holding her feet up for better penetration of her cunt.  From her view she
couldn't see Consuela's face but could clearly hear her ecstatic moans as
she saw his shaft connecting with her black haired pussy.  His face and his
closed eyes show the rapture of fucking this beautiful young girl as he
suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at Caroline.  But instead of
being embarrassed he grinned and blinked at Caroline and thrust even
harder. Furious at his insolence she silently closed the door and hurried
down.  This bastard!  How could he....!  After this glorious evening.  This
bastard, just thinking with his cock, only interested in sinking his meat
into any available hole!

   Shit!  Forget about him, she ordered herself.  She sat down at her desk
and started to read in her training book.  Two minutes after the lesson had
started Consuela and Ramon entered.  Her hair looked tousled but she had a
triumphant expression on her face.  All boys in the class looked at Ramon,
grinning knowingly.  Poor Consuela.  She would have a lot of propositions
tonight.

   This evening she stayed in her room, pretending to be studying, even
though she received several invitations to join.  Ramon and Consuela
independently asked her, too, but she declined somewhat impolitely.

   The next few days passed uneventful.  Her relationship with Ramon and
Consuela stayed politely on the surface yet hostile beneath.  Ramon seemed
to be distraught by her rebuttals.  'Serves him right, the bastard'
Caroline thought.

   With two days to go somebody knocked at the door of Caroline's room at
eight o'clock.  Curiously she opened.  Before the door Ramon and Consuela
were standing.  Just as she again wanted to close the door Ramon put his
foot in.  "Caro, why are you angry?  There is nothing!  Just some fun.  Con
and I are really unhappy by your behavior.  Can't we talk about it? 
Please!" Caroline thought for a moment.  Why not talking.  It's over
tomorrow anyway.  And being alone isn't such a fun, either.

   As she sat down at the bedside the two Latinos sat on either side. 
Against her will Ramon took her into his arms.  She made a feeble attempt
to free herself, but the masculine presence of the handsome Spanish boy
overwhelmed her.  "Caro" he whispered in her ear, " don't be angry.  It's
not worth it.  We'll see each other only for a short time." With these
words he took her head into his hands, first kissing her front, then moving
down to her mouth.  The sheer animalism of his body, his presence
overwhelmed her.  She let him lay her onto the bed, his tongue fooling
around in her mouth, his hands moving over face, her neck down to her
T-shirt covered breasts.  A half-hearted "no" left her lips before her
loneliness and desire for his strong body broke way.  Without a sound she
threw her hands around Ramon's neck.  Her lips eagerly searched his mouth,
his chest, her hands tore at his shirt in a frantic effort to come to his
skin, smell his masculine odor.  Hardly she noticed that Consuela was
unbuttoning her blouse and jeans.  With a vengeance she offered her full
breasts to Ramon for stimulation.  She moaned deeply as his mouth connected
with her sensitive nipples, sucking them into his mouth, caressing them
with his tongue.  Just then Consuela had succeeded in removing her jeans.
She then joined Caro in her lovemaking with Ramon, pressing her body
against him, moving her hands towards his crotch.  Ramon for his part
concentrated on his first victim.  Gingerly he dropped his hands to Caro's
slender legs, caressing her soft skin and slowly moving upwards to the
center of his desires.  When he reached her panties he slowly stroked her
wet clit through the flimsy fabric.  Caro went wild.  Moaning loudly she
grabbed the erect penis Consuela had liberated out of his prison,
feverishly stroking his turgid meat.  Frantically she climbed on top of
him, pushing away Consuela without noticing, ripped away the obstructing
panties and - relieved, sank down on his rigid fuck tool.  For a brief
moment she savored the feeling of fullness in her cunt, before she began a
feverish ride along his shaft.  In her state she hardly felt that Consuela
was still with them and deeply kissing Ramon.  As he could hardly withstand
the double assault on his senses she moved down to the center of their
coupling, licking his quivering balls and waiting for the eruption.  She
didn't have to wait long.  With a deep guttural scream Ramon's body
stiffened and his sperm began to shoot copiously into Caroline, running
down his shaft, dribbling out of her cunt.  Shortly afterwards Caroline
also reached her plateau, ridding herself of the frustrations and anger of
the last days.  "Are you ok again?" Consuela asked quietly as Caroline got
up tired from her orgasm.  "Yes, yes", murmured Caroline.  She lifted
herself off the cock of Ramon and sat down.  Cum dribbled slowly from her
moist vulva, but she didn't notice.  Consuela took her into her arms. 
"See, nothing to be jealous for, no?" And she embraced the naked woman. 
For the first time Caroline felt the naked breast of another woman touch
her bosom.  It felt strange, yet not unwelcome.  Before she could think
further Consuela jumped up.  "No it's my turn.  Come, come, help me." With
these words she knelt besides the limp body of Ramon.  Delicately she took
his flaccid cock and sucked on it.  "Come on, help me!" she urged Caro. 
Obediently Caro knelt on the other side and started to lick and caress the
plaything, which had given her so much pleasure.  The double
administrations were quickly rewarded as Ramon's penis sprang to life
again. "Turn around and let me watch".  Caroline pleaded.  A new
fearlessness had taken over, and she was curious to watch some real life
fucking.  With pleasure Consuela impaled herself with Ramon's member,
facing outwards.  Kneeling between their obscenely opened legs Caroline
could closely observe how the thick male organ disappeared into the
glistening hole of her friend, opening and closing the folds of her
clitoris.  Tentatively she moved forward until she could lick Consuela's
glistening clit and the pistoning prick, adding to their pleasure and
tasting the male and - for the first time- the female odors of a coupling.
Consuela's very vocal encouragements: "Chingame, chingame!  Mas, mas, dame
MAASS !" helped her desire.  Soon Ramon's juices started a second time,
giving white bubbles flowing out of Con's cunt.  Daringly Caroline licked
them off.

   From this evening on the three became inseparable, to the open envy of
the other boys.  The evenings were spent in an orgasmic frenzy.  On the
second evening Caroline even licked Consuela's cunt while being fucked
vigorously by Ramon from behind.

   The last evening came.  After a farewell party where both girls had
declined several propositions he three had agreed to forego another reunion
and meet at the airport the next day.

   The Detention BOOM BOOM!  What's going on?  BOOM "Ouvrez!  Police! 
Ouvrez!" 'Police?  What do they want?' "Ouvrez" the voice commanded. 
Sleepily Caroline got up and stumbled to the door.  BOOM!  They really got
impatient.  Before the door of the cheap Parisean hotel room an old man
with a weather-beaten face and a menacing young man in a black leather
jacket were waiting.  They immediately pushed the Caroline into her room
and closed the door.  "Madame Caroline Schneider?" The half asleep girl
nodded.  "We have reason to believe that you have narcotic drugs in your
possession.  Is this true?" "Drugs?  Me?  No..no...Of course not" the
suddenly frightened girl stammered.  The younger man was studying her body
with glistening eyes.  She realized that she was completely naked.  Quickly
she grabbed the bed sheet and covered herself.  "You better get dressed"
the old man suggested.  "Can we take a look at your room?" he politely
inquired.  Without waiting for the answer the young man started to go
through the wardrobes and drawers.  As Caro started to go to the bathroom
the change the older man commanded her back.  "Sorry, Madame, but you have
to change somewhere here.  We cannot allow you to destroy evidence." "I
have no drugs!!" she cried.  The men ignored her, continuing their search.
Caroline turned her back to the men and tried to put on a dress as quickly
as possible.  As she was struggling to slip into her skirt she heard the
young man whistle: "Eh patron." Both Caroline and the old man turned.  The
mattress of the bed was moved.  Caroline's eyes opened wide as she saw the
three small packs of white powder lurking under the sheet.  "No drugs, eh"
grinned the young cop.  "I..I really have no idea ...  you have to believe
me!" Caroline was gripped with fear.  "Bien, young lady, pack your suitcase
and come with us.  All will be solved" the old man said softly.  Completely
confused Caroline packed up and followed the man downstairs.  In the street
she was shoved with her baggage into an unmarked police van without
windows. In it she saw Ina, another girl from the school was sitting with a
handsome young cop.  "What are you doing here?" she asked.  "Ta gueule" the
cop barked.  "Silence!" "They found some drugs under my bed.  I .."
whispered Caroline.  "Ta gueule" the cop snapped again and stood up
intimidating.  Caroline shut up.  Ina looked at her and indicated that the
same happened to her.  The two girls looked at each other, wondering what
that meant when the door opened and two more girls were pushed inside -
Daniela, another German girl from the school and - Consuela, followed by
another cop.  As they opened their mouths the cops bellowed "Ta guele,
putain.  Shout up, now".  Both wielded cruel looking police batons in their
hands.  The doors were shut from outside with an ugly clank, and the car
started.  Without sirens and lights the van moved through the dark Paris,
driving for about half an hour.  Suddenly the car honked.  They heard a
large iron gate open and close again.  After a moment the doors of the van
opened.  "Descendez", an unseen voice ordered.  When they grabbed their
suitcases one cop said "No!  Sey will be brot later".  Obediently they left
the car and found themselves in a dimly lit court, surrounded by high walls
on three sides and a grim dark building with an open lit gate.  "Vite,
vite" the guards cried menacingly.  The four girls ran through the gate
into a well-lit hall with fenced windows and a concrete floor.  On the
walls ten to fifteen wooden doors - prison doors - were seen, two were
open. "Allez, allez".  The girls, frightened to resist, were
unceremoniously pushed into them.  Randomly they pushed Ina and Caro into
one of them, Consuela and Daniela into the other.  They just could hear
'Consuela's scream "no, no", and the door slammed shut.  Caro looked
around. A bunk bed, a table and an old yet proper washbasin with a tab. 
What had happened to her?  Without talking she sat down on the bed to
think. Why did they do this?  Ina told her story, which was basically the
same.  Two cops had found small bags with white powder under her pants. 
What had happened?  Who framed her?  Both contemplated the situation when
the door opened again.  Two burly guards entered.  "tu, viens" they
ordered, pointing at Caroline.  Without listening to her protests they
grabbed the frightened girl and marched her out.  After walking through a
gangway she was ushered into a room equipped with a hospital bed, a
curtain, a chair and a desk.  As she entered a man in a white lab coat and
a stethoscope in his pocket sat behind the desk.

   With new hope Caroline turned to the doctor.  He was a young man with
nice feature but small piercing eyes.  Without saying a word he examined
her body.  Caroline grew uncomfortable.  As she opened the mouth to speak
the doctor raised his hands to silence her.  "Undress" he said in a low
voice with a strong French accent.  "Where am I?  And what does this mean?"
Caroline inquired.  The man just stood there and looked at her.  Caroline
turned to look at the guards.  They just stood there, looking back at her
with neutral faces.  Hesitantly Caroline began to strip.  When she was
completely naked she just stood, covering her intimate parts.  "Don't" the
soft low voice commanded.  He started to walk around her, closely
inspecting her body looking closely at her skin.  Then he returned to his
desk, picked up a folder and began to scribble.  Caroline was puzzled: What
was this all about.  "I want to .." The man looked up sharply.  "Silence"
he commanded and continued to write.  Then he nodded to the guards.  They
came forward and guided her to an oddly shaped chair behind the curtain. 
The moment she saw it she began to struggle.  "No, leave me, don't do this.
Please leave me," she yelled.  It was like a gyno-chair with high foot
rests, equipped with restraining belts.  Without any apparent effort the
two guards overcame her resistance, made her sit down, lifted her legs and
quickly fastened them to the footrests.  Then they took her struggling arms
and equally secured them to the armrest.  Caroline was completely helpless
by now, squirming in her chair while still screaming and begging to leave
her.  The three men just stood around her, looking at her writhing body,
raping her with their eyes.  Finally the doctor bent over her, grabbing her
jaws, forced her to open her mouth and checked her teeth.  Satisfied he let
go.  He inspected her hair, felt her skin, and flicked her nipples to
erection.  Finally her did what was feared most by Caroline: he moved
between her widely spread legs.  After having felt her bushy blond pubic
hair he put on some gloves he took out of the pocket.  Thus prepared he
forced one finger into her puckered tight asshole.  Caroline started to
scream and beg again, to no avail.  Nobody had touched her there before. 
After her tormentor had roamed around for some time he began to slowly
caress the inner lining of her brownie tube.  After short time the feeling
stopped being uncomfortable, and a new sensation spread in Caroline's
bowel. While it came nowhere to a regular fucking it certainly wasn't
painful either.  The man seemed to realize it for he continued the slow
play of his fingers.  Caroline laid still, no longer struggling and just
experiencing the sensation.  When the doctor realized that there was no
more to gain he advanced his other hand.  Caroline shrieked as a new
sensation came for her closed cunt.  Tantalizing slow he traced the lines
of her labia, avoiding her sensitive clit, pressing slightly into her
female hole, then moving upwards to free her sensitive knob.  Despite the
hostile environment and her captive position Caroline closed her eyes and
gave herself over to the pleasant sensations.  The inquisitive fingers
continued their voyage around her intimate parts, closing in and avoiding
again her most responsive parts, always coupled with the slight stroking of
her inner rectum.  So it was no big surprise when the poking finger invaded
her by now moist cunt, increasing the exciting feeling.  Caroline by now
was moaning openly, spreading her legs wide and exposing her gaping cunt.
Then came the inevitable.  The fingers were withdrawn.  As Caroline opened
her eyes, the doctor had already opened his lab coat and was fumbling with
the zipper.  "Noooooo" she screamed, the imminent rape before her eyes.  No
mercy.  Fishing out his normal sized, yet already stone hard cock the man
placed the tip at her exposed slit.  "Aaaaaahhhhhh" she screamed as she
felt his rod pry open her entrance and slide almost painlessly into her
hole.  Grabbing her upper thighs and using them as levers he began an
uncompromising fucking.  Caroline's screams had subsided to rhythmic moans
which were undistinguishable from the sounds of carnal love.  Just as she
got used to the steady pounding she felt her head grabbed and turn sideways
by two strong hands.  As she opened her eyes she saw right in front of her
face the exposed penis of one of the guards.  As if awakening from a bad
dream she violently shook her head, trying to get rid of the restraining
bonds and oblivious of the ongoing violation of her pussy she yelled, "No,
leave me, leave meeee".  Suddenly she received a stinging blow against her
cheek.  Her captor took immediate advantage of her shock and forced his
prick into her mouth.  Holding her head between his strong hands he began
to stab her mouth with rapid short jabs, using her like a doll.  Caro's
mind went blank.  The conflicting sentiments of her feelings from below and
the unwanted hardness in her mouth left her in a state of daze. 
Additionally she felt her hand being wrapped around the stiff prick of the
second guard who didn't want to be left out.  With a little encouragement
she started to jerk him off, satisfying all three men.  But her ordeal was
not over.  Suddenly the now familiar hardness in her cunt was removed and
began to assault her half closed asshole.  "Mhhhh" she tried to protest
with her mouth full of warm male meat when the intruder slipped through the
small resistance her spinster offered and began to slowly do his task. 
After an undetermined time she felt and heard that her abusers were nearing
their climax.  The bulb in her mouth began to expand and her mouth filled
with the familiar salty fluid.  Then her hand became sticky with the semen
of the other guard while the jerky movements in her ass slowly stopped. 
Worn out her head dropped while drops of sticky fluid seeped out of her
mouth.  When she lifted her head all men were again fully clothed.  Her
straps were gone.  Slowly she lofted herself up and almost fell to the
floor when she stood up.  The doctor gave her a towel to clean herself. 
Her clothes were gone.  Instead she found some gray prison garb on a chair
together with a slip and female hygienic things.  No bra.  Under the eyes
of the guards she dressed.  As soon as she had finished the doctor closed
the file in which he had written the whole time and mentioned the guards to
take her out.

   When the guards pushed her in to the cell they immediately went for Ina,
preventing Caro from warning her.  When Caro fell exhausted onto her cot
she heard Ina's pitiful pleas to let her go.  A pitcher with some odd
tasting water was standing on the desk.  Thirstily Caro drank from it. 
After an indeterminable time a sobbing Ina was shoved back into the cell,
dressed in the same prison shirt with her face smeared with sperm. 
Disheartened the two girls sat together, trying to console themselves and
musing about the glum future.  In the night some music started from some
loudspeakers set into the ceiling.  It was mysterious and exotic, long
tones mixed with barely perceivable moans and breathing.  It had an odd
effect on the lonesome girls.  Caroline felt strangely aroused, erotic
pictures flipped through her half-dreams despite the horrible experiences
of the past.  In the night, as the memory of her erotic adventure with
Ramon and Consuela was relived in her dream she started to play with
herself, stroking her excited labia and touching her moist clit.

   The next day was uneventful and boring.  No matter if the girls pleaded
with the guards or hammered against the doors, nothing elicited any
response.  Regrettably the doors were so thick that they couldn't get into
contact with their friends.  Food and water were just shoved through a
shutter in the door.  Caro's body by now was constantly demanding her
attention.  Her horniness increased yet she tried to hide it from Ina. 
Around noon as she was lying in her cot carefully feeling her slit she felt
the telltale signs that Ina also was busy pleasuring herself.  Getting up
she peeked over the edge.  Sure enough, her eyes were closed, her short
shirt was hiked up and her hand was moving furiously under her slip. 
Reaching down to touch her own willing cunt she watched Ina living in her
dreams.  Very quickly Ina peaked, eliciting a long moan.  When she looked
up her eyes met Caro's.  Ina blushed profoundly.  "I am feeling so horny. I
don't know what is going on with me." Equally blushing Caro confessed: "I'm
feeling horny, too.  It is just there, I don't know." She gingerly reached
out and touched the delicate inner thigh of Ina, slowly traveling up to her
moist slit.  Subconsciously she licked her lips while she let her hands
glide over the pubic hair wet with Ina's cunt juices, the enlarged and
glistening cunt lips to the protruding clit.  Ina closed her eyes while she
let it happen.  Working on her own clit she massaged Ina's love knob until
Ina was gyrating her body up and down in sexual excitement .  Containing
herself no longer she discarded her shirt and climbed up to Ina where they
both masturbated themselves to a screaming climax.  When They were lying in
each others arms Ina whispered to Caro," Did you ever do it with a woman
before?" "No, never.  You?" "No.....So...why don't we do it again?"

   In the highest floor of the abandoned and renovated prison a burly and
busty woman was sitting before a row of monitors.  A satisfied smile could
be seen on her face as she observed the screens.  The girls was doing
nicely, fingering themselves into a sexual frenzy.  Right on time.  Again
she admired the plan, excellent but simple.  Time to report.  She picked up
the phone.  A cautious male voice answered: "Oui?" "All according to plan,
patron.  The first flowers are showing." " Bien.  Please prepare for a
further delivery of seeds.  40 sacks probably." "All will be ready,
patron." "Au revoir, ma cherie." A chuckle, and the line went dead.  Madame
Joelle smiled.  Even though Le Patron was a man to fear, he watch over his
people and gave them some freedom.  Nevertheless he demanded full loyalty.
So far everything had worked well.  Loneliness, suggestive subconscious
music and a strong mixture of aphrodisiac drugs in the drink always did the
job.  And then came the fun part.  Madame Joelle's favorite book had always
been the "Story of O", not from the part of the subdued woman but from the
view of the ruler.  Dominance in combination with sexual power - dominance
always has elements of sexual power - fascinated her, and here she could
fulfill even her wildest dreams.  So - four more girls tonight.  That
needed preparation.  She called one of the guards to set up the cells.

   In the middle of the night she were awakened by screams outside the
cell. One voice was shouting in French, incomprehensible.  Another female
voice begged: "Please, I did nothing, please leave me." They heard some
heavy bangs until a door banged and the shouts vanished.  She listened for
some more minutes but the prison again was completely silent.  They went
back to sleep.

   In the morning, when the usual breakfast was brought, they could witness
the by now familiar sounds of the medical check-up that all prisoners were
subjected to.  Obviously there were several girls, distinguishable by there
accents.  One was a pure French girl, who babbled away in her native
language, too fast to understand for their untrained ears.  The others
continued to fight and curse in English, without any effect.  The guards
seemed to overcome them easily, without speaking a word.  Shortly
afterwards they heard agonized screams.  Clearly the guards showed no mercy
in vanquishing their resistance by using their bodies.  Later the inmates
could hear them as they were brought back, some sobbing pitifully.

   Two more days passed during which the prisoners had nothing to do but
contemplate their destiny, roll around various theories on their
imprisonment and - to get hornier and hornier.  By now they masturbated
together almost every hour, discovering new ways to satisfy each other,
either by simple handwork, by sucking each other off or by rubbing their
enlarged and wet clits against each other.  All was closely observed by the
spying Madame Joelle.  All prisoners had now been brought into some sexual
frenzy so that she decided that the real training could start.

   The Training It began with a big surprise.  Caroline and Ina had been
lying in their bed standing in the small jail cell, holding each other,
when the seemingly forever-closed door opened and two guards entered the
room.  "Everybody out, allez, allez!" they ordered.  Quickly the frightened
girls put on their gray prison uniforms and went out into the great hall.
There the other girls joined them.  Consuela ran directly to Caroline and
sobbed: "You're also here?  What did they do?  These ugly bastards!  They
also do you?"
Caroline took her into her arms and cried." What did we do?  I don't

understand" Just then a burly matron dresses in black garb cried in a
menacing voice: " Everybody apart!  Stand in line!  I said STAND IN LINE!"
Frightened the subdued girls obeyed.  When they stood in line, the
threatening woman with the deep voice began to address them: "Prisoners,
you are here for offenses against the law against narcotics.  Until your
trial you are under arrest...." " I want to see a lawyer" piped one of the
new girls, piped a voice with an American accent.  It was a strikingly good
looking blond girl of about twenty years whose hourglass figure could not
be hidden by the drab gray prison shirt she was wearing.  "Moi, aussi, je
veux voir un advocat", a raven black haired girl with clear complexion was
shouting.  "SHUT UP, everyone." The head guard cried, beating her riot
stick threateningly on the table.  "You are prisoners here and you have no
rights.  Legal representatives are coming when needed.  Right now the
investigations are continued, and because of secrecy no lawyer can be
informed.  NOW SHUT UP," she shouted again as the protests rose again
advanced to the French girl who cursed loudly.  The girls fell silent. 
After a moment time, the matron continued.  "But because of the special
nature of your cases we make some allowance.  I can inform you that this is
an experimental prison where the prisoners enjoy special allowances.  You
all will be given a training from which you will gain immense joy and
satisfaction." With these ominous words she stood up.  "In preparation of
this training he order all of you to remove your panties NOW!  All of you!"
Caro couldn't believe her ears.  She looked at Ina for confirmation and saw
the same incredulous look.  BANG!  "Get out of your panties, stupid
bitches," she thundered.  On command the young girls fell into action. 
Lifting their shirts they stripped down their white panties and threw them
on the floor, Quickly a guard came and picked them up.  Now nothing was
between the coarse prison garb and their skin.  Thankfully the shirt
covered their private parts although their feeling was that that wouldn't
help them much in the future.

   The matron smiled at them.  It was not a pleasant smile, and Caro
shivered.  She felt as if that woman was devouring them with their eyes. 
She rubbed her hands against the goose-pimpled skin of her arms when the
woman gave her next order: "Good.  Now for the dinner.  Let's go".  She
turned and led them into another brightly lit hall where rows of tables and
cheap chairs were set.  They waited in line for a lousy tasting meal of
salty potatoes and fatty fried ham.  Water was served to them to quell
their thirst.

   Slowly they were eating when they encountered a strange feeling.  It
began slowly, imperceptible.  They started to feel hot, aroused, their
nipples hardened, rubbing uncomfortably against the rough material of their
gown.  Subconsciously they rubbed their nipples, to relieve the itching. 
Their cunt lips were flooded with blood, enlarged and became moist.  More
and more girls scratched their crotches, feeling embarrassed to do so in
public.  When they had finished eating, they were left sitting around. 
Idly yet uncomfortably they began to chatter, talking their experiences and
origin.  There were four new girls who had been picked up in the same way
as the others: some fake policemen had taken them away after finding
narcotics in their rooms.  The English speaking prisoners were Nica, a
blond Australian hitchhiker who traveled Europe on a One-Dollar-per-Day
book, another hitchhiker, Pamela, an American with raven-black hair and
Vivien, a redhead who was a waitress looking for a job in France. 
Patricia, a French traveling sales representative for a cosmetic company,
who spoke acceptable English completed the group.  She was a good-looking
wiry type of girl with blond strands in her coal black hair.  All of them
were frightened about their situation and their future.  They talked about
their imprisonment when Consuela sat next to Caro.  "They also raped you in
that room?" she asked.  Caro just grimaced, rubbing her itching cunt. 
Consuela looked down, grinning: "You're horny, no?  Me too.  I just don't
know, why.  I miss a man.  Ina not so good." "Did you and Dany...?" Caro
asked curiously.  "Yes, but Dany is so ....  I don't know ...  not like a
man." At this moment the matron entered with two guards.  "Time is over,
everybody for showers now.  Allez, move." The girls were herded into a
tiled room with shower.  After being allowed a short and embarrassing
shower under the lustful eyes of the male guards they were driven back into
cells.

   Their great thirst caused by the salty food was quenched with water from
a jug in their cells.  Again they felt this strange rush of sexual desire
streaming through her body, a feeling unknown to her before her
imprisonment except for the stimulating climb to a sexual union.  From
where dose this come?  She asked herself fleetingly.  This prison
environment certainly is not made to support any happy thoughts.  This sure
was different from the time with Thomas when, after a luscious dinner, they
had driven hope.  Caro, in a teasing mood and slightly tipsy, had fooled
around in the car, opening her deep cut blouse, playing with her nipples,
taking off her slip before reaching over and fingering the by now hard cock
of her lover.  Ignoring protests of driver's security, imminent arrest and
so on, she even bent down to suck him off until he had pulled into a shady
side street, grabbed her, hauled her onto his lap and let her ride him into
oblivion.  Ohhhh that was sooo goooodd!  She was lying in her cot and
driving two fingers in and out of her overflowing cunt when suddenly she
heard a coarse voice right next to her: "Eh, putain, you think this is
allowed in here?" Terrified she opened her eyes.  Two of the guards were
standing right beside her bed, ogling at her handiwork and exposed cunt. 
Both were grinning like Cheshire Cats.  In her frenzy she hadn't heard them
come in.  Frantically she tried to pull down her shirt when the other
answered: "No way.  That has to be cleared by us."
With these words he laid a hand on her naked thigh.  Hastily she slapped

his hand away and scramble into the back corner of her bed.  Unperturbed he
followed her.  "Eh think I better check.  Yo never know avec les narcos."
With these words he started to pull at her leg.  "Leave me alone, you pigs.
Searches must be made by woman, not men like you" a despondent Caro cried.
"Yeah, I am a man, real man," he replied cynically.  Unceremoniously Caro
was yanked from her cot on the floor and roughly bent over.  Clinging to a
bedpost she offered her unprotected cunt to the intruder who immediately
took advantage.  First her inserted two fingers into her still moist tube,
laughing "No foreign objects in here", before her replaced it with his
stiff cock.  God, this was big.  If Caro hadn't been ready before it would
have been extremely painful.  Moaning, "Ohh, you're so thick",
instinctively tried to close her hole to the intruder, in vain.  The rod in
her body set off in a furious pace, making her white globes swing heavily
under the thrusts.  Just then she heard a pitiful plea from Ina.  Looking
back she saw Ina stretched out the table, her legs held high in the air by
the other burly guard who had already entered her.  His muscle rippled on
his well-developed backside in line with his rapid pumping.  Then Caro's
own horniness took over, and she gave over the wonderful feelings caused by
the violation of her cunt.  Grunting lustfully she met his thrusts, trying
to satisfy her yearning for fulfillment.  Yet the man had other plans. 
Perceiving the upcoming orgasm he abruptly withdrew his penis.  Frustrated
Caro howled and reached down to relieve herself of the fire in her crotch,
only to find her wrists forcefully grabbed and immobilized behind her back
by a pair of handcuffs.  Then her tormentor forced her on her cot. 
Obscenely his thick turgid meat danced in front of her face, smelling of
her own juices.  "Suck me, bitch," he ordered needlessly.  Reluctantly Caro
opened her mouth, but that was not quick enough for her oppressor.  Taking
her head between his hands he forced her mouth over his shaft, all the way
down until it hit the roof of her mouth.  Unprepared she tried to evict
him, to no avail.  Chocking she had to admit his cock down her throat until
her nose prevented a further penetration.  He drew her head back, only to
enter her again, giving her no margin of freedom.  "Suck it, bitch," he
snarl between clenched teeth.  Subdued she began to suck him as she had
done voluntarily numerous times with Thomas.  Like a doll he fucked her
mouth.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ina roughly shoved on her
knees on the concrete floor, her hands equally fixed behind her back before
she was subjected to the same merciless violation of her mouth.  The sheer
brutal sexuality of the situation and the withheld orgasm soon made the
handcuffed girl squirm and rub her clit against the abrasive surface of
their cots letting her climb up the ladder towards orgasm.  Sensing this
the man immediately stopped this uncontrolled activity.  He dragged the
wailing girl up and forced her to kneel in front of the cot, her hands
still handcuffed behind her back.  Then he resumed the rapid face fucking,
quickly coming to an orgasm, flooding her with quick spurts of white
juices. Fearfully Caro didn't dare to spit but swallowed it down in order
to please her master.  If she hoped that she could get rid of the burning
desire between her legs she was wrong.  Instead she was in for a greater
shock.  Rudely hauling her up he took her by her bound arms and he steered
her out of the cell into another adjacent cell where she was placed on
another cot.  The hands were released briefly, only to be retied to the
rings at the headboard.  In the same way her legs were fastened so that she
was lying spread-eagled in their beds, even unable to satisfy herself by
pressing her legs together.  The man went out.  When he returned he had a
long yet tiny strap-on vibrator with him.  Sliding it into the excited
fuck-holes of his victim was easy enough.  After it was securely fastened
and plugged in the guard cruelly set the speed at the lowest notch. 
Laughing he left the room.  Only after he had left the girl noticed the
despondency of her situation.  The little device was large enough to tickle
the inside of her cunt walls to keep her aroused yet too small to grant her
the climax she desperately desired.  She rubbed her ass from side to side
on the bed, tightened her vaginal muscles in an effort to increase
friction, bucking up and down the mattress, all in an effort a relieve
herself of this desperate burning need between her legs.  She felt as if
her hole was leaking out all the fluids her body contained as the oily
wetness of their cunt juice soaked her back, ass and legs.  Now and then
the mechanism stopped to soothe the overexcited nerve ending, leaving the
girl sob in desperation.  After short time however the humming and the
burning resumed, driving her deeper and deeper into sexual insanity.

   After an undeterminable time Madam Madame Joelle herself appeared to
check her state.  Carefully she let her fat hands glide over the quivering
body and delicately touched the youthful breasts of the moaning victim. 
Leaning over her prey the she murmured "obey, just obey" before she gently
licked the bloodshot and bullet-like extended nipple.  She was rewarded
with a load and desperate whine and rearing of the girl.  "Pleeeease, fuck
me NOOWWWW, fick mich, fick mich" she jabbered.  Smiling and satisfied she
left the cell and visited the next.  In every cell the same picture: a girl
tied to the beds with vibrators tied firmly to their pudendae, bucking and
gyrating like sex manicas crying to be satisfied, sobbing in frustration in
a room reeking of female odors.  The drugs always did it.  A mixture of
Spanish Fly, yohimbine and a plant extract from Africa was the secret for
subduing the merchandise.  And the shock of the separation.  Letting them
get accustomed to the nearness of a friend only to be brutally torn away
from her.  In rare cases of stubbornness some cocaine helped a lot to
overcome any resistance.  But this is only the first part.  Still some way
to go before the merchandise was of good quality, nymphomaniac, ready to do
anything, to satisfy anybody, to succumb to any wish.  Still some way to go
before the last vestiges of resistance were cleaned out and they could be
turned out into the sinister and extremely secretive world of white
slavery.

   Now that they had been made horny as possible, now it was time for part
two - submission.

   The next morning the guards again entered the cells.  They freed the
exhausted oversexed girls of their restraints and took out the vibrators,
but they cuffed their arms behind their backs to prevent them from
masturbation.  In the cells they were given some food, but hardly any
drinks to compensate for their loss of fluids.  Then they were retied and
visited by Madame Joelle or the guards for further training.

   Randomly they entered the cells where the girls were kept in solitary
confinement with an assortment of tiny vibrators and dildos.  They knelt on
the bed between the spread legs of the prisoners, viewing the exposed cunt
and clit.  Expertly they manipulated the oversensitive parts of their
bodies, sucking their breasts, using the vibrators on their engorged clits
or working them inside their slippery wide open fuck holes.  The girls
screamed, moaned and begged to be released, gyrating their hips in an
effort to ease the terrible desire in their molten triangles.  Some tried
to hide their upcoming climax until it was too late, but their experienced
torturers immediately stopped their stimulations.  Often pain was
inflicted, by biting or whipping, to get them accustomed to the combination
of pain and pleasure.  When they were left after five minutes to half an
hour the girls were in a state of terrible arousement, enhanced by some
vibrating balls or vibrators left in their cunts.  Usually they wept of
disappointment, begging to be fucked, to be used, anything to make them
come.

   The next morning saw all girls completely exhausted from lack of sleep
and mental and physical exhaustion.  Their pubic areas and breasts were
numb with overexcited nerves, their wrists and ankles raw with the tearing
at the cuffs and their voices hoarse with screaming.  The whole night a
subconscious whispering came from the loudspeakers, accompanied by ecstatic
moans.  If you listened closely, it was the word 'obey' in severals
languages.

   At noon Madame Joelle visited each girl a further time, clad in a
leather habit with high heels and carrying a riding whip which one end was
shaped like a male organ.  When she visited Caro the girl was lying
exhausted on the cot, panting with exhaustion from a sleepless night, her
buttocks raw with the constant scraping against the mattress.  First Miss
Madame Joelle bent down to look closely into the face of the worn out girl.
Eyes closed, with dried tears on her cheeks, the dry tongue trying in vain
to lubricate the open mouth.  "Ohh my poor dear" she cooed.  "How are you?"
The girl mumbled something in German.  Something like "fick..fick..fick" .
"My poor dear, I know how you are.  Don't worry, I've come to help you" she
said soothingly, running her fingertips gently down her belly,
circumventing the pubic area to explore the sensitive skin of her inner
thighs.  The overexcited girl moaned and spread her legs, inviting a more
intimate contact with her heated cunt lips.  "Tell me, dear, what do you
want?  Tell me, I am with you!  Tell me!" she murmured.  "Fick mich.  Fuck
Fuck Fuck" the hoarse voice mumbled.  "Tut, you have not earned this yet,
mon trésor.  First, you have to do something for me.  Obey!  Obey!  You
want to do this?  You want to do something for me?  Yes?" "Oh yes, please,
I do, I do" the desperate girl sobbed.  "I want to have my cunt licked. 
You want to lick my cunt, ma petite?  Yes, my cunt?" Madame Joelle whisper
while she lubricated the tip of the dildo-whip on the protruding clit. 
"Yes oh yessss, I want to lick your cunt , please let me lick your cunt,
pleeeeeaaassse," the despairing girl cried, trying to hump in the fat knob
of the dildo.  "You really want to lick my cunt?" Madame Joelle asked
cruelly, obviously basking in the desperation of her victim.  "YESSSSS,
pleeeaaasse", Caro wailed.  "D'accord, mon choux", Madame sighed.  Mounting
the bed she kneeled over the face of the immobilized prisoner and placed
her barely shaved cunt reeking on her intimate fluids directly over the
panting mouth.  While she held the whip at one end she slowly rubbed the
artificial penis up and down the girl's runny slit.  Trying to make the
most of it Caro slid down to increase the friction and bucked wildly.  "Ah,
not yet.  You promised", her vicious master said, breaking contact and
lowering herself on the face below.  Despondently Caro started to lick the
large slit of the woman, clumsily and inept.  But her dry tongue rasped
wonderful against the inner lips and the clit, making Madame Joelle shudder
in lust.  Yes, this job had its rewards.  Bucking her hips back and forward
she buried her victim's nose and mouth in her slit, bringing her to the
border while almost suffocating the girl.  When the oral administrations
did not please her she beat the wide-open slit of her prisoner or cruelly
twisted the engorged nipples.  To ease the pain it she immediately stuffed
the dildo into the open fuck hole, suppressing the cries.  Pain and
pleasure, pleasure and pain, a time-tested approach to submission.  When
her lust level had reached dangerous height Madame Joelle dismounted her
plaything and stood again beside the bed.  Disconnecting on leg after the
other from its tie she recuffed them next to her hands to the headboard. 
Forming a crushed U Caro offered a unrestricted view on her puffy cunt
lips, her protruding clit and gapping fuck hole.  At the same time her
puckered asshole was clearly visible.  Taking advantage of this position
Madame Joelle again fastened the tiny strap-on vibrator in Car's hungry
hole.  But this time she added a small lubricated ass vibrator which she
slowly and carefully pushed into the girls back hole.  "Noooooooo" Caro
screamed as she felt the cold tip against her exposed entrance.  Bucking
wildly and squeezing her sphingster muscle she tried to prevent this thing
to penetrate her.  No chance.  Murmuring "relax, my dear, relax and obey"
Madame Joelle relentlessly pushed forward the tiny tip until the whole
device was embedded in the fleshy tube.  Quickly it was fastened and
switched on.  Then she left the cell to move on the her next 'patient'. 
Realizing that she had no chance Caro relaxed and tried to ignore the
intruders in her body.  But the little pests soon began to do their work,
humming relentlessly against her sensitive inner linings, making her
shudder with unattainable desires.

   In the evening Madame Joelle had finished her tour.  Exhausted yet
relaxed by three orgasms she was working on her last patient, Patricia, the
French girl, when she was interrupted by a guard.  Le Patron was on the
phone.  Calling in the guard to finish her handiwork by introducing the
whimpering Patricia to the pleasures of anal penetration, she left the cell
and walked half naked on her high heels to her office.  Le Patron informed
her in his brusque voice that two more prisoners were to arrive tonight. 
Gleeful she acknowledged the order, reassuring him that the processing of
the goods were in time.  As usual the line went dead without delay. 
Absentmindedly she sat on her desk, planning ahead when she caught herself
stoking her wet slit.  Fucking the young 'putes', though rewarding, had
left her with a craving for a real hard cock.  Briefly she sorted out the
available options.  Picking up her phone she called one of the guards known
for his competent equipment.  When the guard entered the room he was
presented by a Madame Joelle who leaning over the desk with her uncovered
backside pointing at him.  She was clad in her usual working habit -
high-heeled boots, black long gloves, a black leather corset that pushed
her breasts up and out and nothing else.  Some cunt hair was sticking out
between the lower part of the cleavage between her slightly saggy cheeks.
She looked around and just commanded, "Viens!" Paul shuddered inwardly but
did not hesitate to advance to the waiting woman.  While he preferred the
young 'putains' down at the cells he knew that he wasn't going to have them
for the next day.  Besides, he was slightly afraid of Madame, as she had a
good connection to Le Patron and a quite intimidating aura.  He freed his
eager cock, already painfully hard from the ecstatic screams of the horny
prisoners that could be heard even through the thick doors.  All guards
were looking forward to the training of the girls which was the biggest,
though taxing reward of the job.  Without delay he mounted the ready woman
and immediately began to pump, staying deep inside her cunt-pipe as he
rutted against her in short sharp humping motions as she moaned beneath
him. His hands slid beneath her and gripped her massive tits, jerking her
up against his short thrusts..  When she came after a short time she
screamed like a pig, squeezing his prick like a vice.  He had hardly
relieved himself when she shoved him out, his shiny dripping cock still
hanging out of his zipper, with orders to prepare two cells for new
prisoners.

   The girls in their sexual frenzy hardly heard the new protesting inmates
pushed into their cells, shocked and dazed.  Directly afterwards the
medical check-up began in which the guards could get rid of the terrible
horniness they had developed during the treatment of the prisoners. 
Without inhibitions they took turns gang-raping the immobilized and naked
girls in their cunts and mouths, often using the same girl several times.
One of the girls, a French, obviously had a itch for this sort of sex and
almost asked for more while the other , an brunette from Canada wept
throughout the procedure.  Surely this would be obliterated in the
training. These girls were directly isolated in their cells because the
training of the other prisoner had already advanced and Madame Joelle had
to cut corners to bring them up to the level.  They would receive and extra
strong dose of drugs and special training to speed up the process.

   A third night with almost no sleep but erotic hallucinations had left
the girls disoriented and on the verge of madness.  Time for the next
stage.

   Caro woke up from her daze with a start when the things in her numb cunt
and ass were switched off and removed.  Looking down her body she stared at
her once blond pubic hair between her straining thighs.  Her once blond fur
now was dark with sweat and juice.  She was insensitive to the permeating
odor of her eager cunt.  Looking around with unfocussed eyes she saw Madame
Joelle in her domina outfit sitting on the cheap chair while a fully
clothed guard looked down on her from the door.  "Wasser...wasser" Caro
croaked.  She didn't know for how long she hadn't had a drop of fluid. 
"Sure, my dear.  You will get what you want.  But I need a little gift from
you .  Do you want to obey?  Gehorchen, you understand?" "Ja...ja...ich
gehorche" the desperate girl croaked.  "Bien" the cruel woman replied. 
Holding a glass of water in her hands she nodded at the guard.  Quickly
Caro was untied.  Gratefully she let down her legs, easing the strain from
her stiff joints.  "Come here" the woman ordered, shaking her glass.  Caro
did not move, the pleasure of lying without ties overcame her terrible
thirst for a moment.  CLAP.  A sharp pain flooded her breast.  She yelled
and instinctively tried to cover her breast.  CLAP.  Another stinging blow
on her back.  Yelping she looked up.  The guard stood over her, a riding
crop held up, ready for the next blow.  "Obey and come" the woman ordered
sharply.  Slowly Caroline eased herself on the floor.  When she tried to
strand she received another blow with the crop.  Screaming her legs gave in
and she tumbled on the floor.  "Come here.  Now!" The cruel voice
commanded. Desperately she tried to get up.  "NO!  Crawl!" the voice
ordered, backed by another cruel blow across her back.  Hardly
understanding what she had to do she moved forward an one hand and legs,
the other hand trying to cover her hurting ass cheek.  Fortunately she was
left alone on this slow and torturous crawl.  When she reached the boot she
looked up the sole of the boot was dangling over her.  "Lick my boot"
Madame Joelle ordered, wriggling her foot over the face of her
uncomprehending victim.  "LICK" she thundered as another painful strike
landed on her red ass.  Desperately Caro started to licked over the
proffered sole, rasping uncomfortably over the rough leather.  "Good pet
....  yesss ...  up there" Madame Joelle cooed as she put down her boot the
let Caro also lap the ankle.  "You obey?  You always obey?" she asked
gingerly as she swirled the water before Caro's eyes.  Hardly comprehending
the girl nodded, hoping to quench the terrible thirst in her mouth.  "Good
..  you will be rewarded. ..get up ....  NOOO ..  kneeel !" she thundered
when Caro tried to stand.  When the girl was on her knees in front of the
sitting woman, the pitiless woman nodded to the guard.  Wordlessly and
without meeting any resistance he again cuffed Caro's hands behind her
back. Then Madame Joelle placed the glass against her lips, allowing her to
drink in only tiny sips.  When the glass was empty she refilled it two
times, making the girl beg for it.  Noticing that her victim was feeling
better Madame Joelle advanced.  "More?" she asked.  With hope in her eyes
the girl nodded.  "Fine.  Get it.  But now you have to work for it".  With
these words she nodded to the guard standing next to the door.  Caro turned
her head.  The guard was standing beside the bed, working his stiff prick
which emerged from his open zipper and grinning expectantly.  Obediently
Caro moved over on her knees, not even bothering to get up.  Engulfing the
stiff member with her lips she started to pump him, slurping in the fat
male meat.  Enjoying the exciting view of the young blond head bobbing back
and forth and the most pleasant feelings emanating from his groin he
quickly reached his climax and flooded her sucking mouth with his cum.  In
her thirst for liquids she swallowed the salty fluid to the last drop. 
"Good girl.  Now come here" Madame Joelle ordered as if she was a little
pet.  Obediently Caro moved back to the sitting woman.  When she was
kneeling in front of the woman Madame Joelle spread her legs and ordered
"Lick".  Meekly Caro leaned forward an without any inhibition buried her
nose in the smelly crotch of the elder woman.  Madame Joelle closed her
eyes.  This one learned fast.  Her tongue danced around the entrance of her
fuck hole, sometimes burying her tongue in the wet tube, sometimes
stimulating her sensitive clit.  When she felt an orgasm approaching she
yelled "Stop".  Anxiously the knelling girl drew back, expecting further
punishment.  Smiling benevolently she patted her head and said
reassuringly: "Good pet.  You get your reward now.  On the bed!" With
difficulty Caro climbed back on her bed, her hands still cuffed behind her
back, lying down on her breasts, tired but alert.  Madame Joelle smiled and
rose to her feet.  She picked up a strap on dildo and stepped into it,
pulling the straps up over her ass and snapping the big thick thing in
place over her own cunt.  Then she joined Caro on the bed, positioning
himself between her spread legs.  Pitilessly she slapped Caro's ass.  "Up
with you ass".  Caro didn't understand the order, tried to get up.  Harshly
she pushed her down.  "Up with your ass, bitch".  Understanding Caro lifted
her shapely back high in the air, unashamed spreading her knees.  "Do you
want it, ma petite?" Madame Joelle cooed.  "Do you want it?  Do you want a
hard fuck?" "Yes." "Do you want it?  You have to answer louder." "Yes. 
Yes." Caro moaned.  "Beg.  Beg for it." "P...  p...  pl...  pleeeeaaasee!"
she sobbed.  "Pllleeeassssssssse!" "Please what?" "P...  please fuck me! 
Pl...  pleeeaaseee ffuuuucckkk meeeeee!" she wept, her ass pumping
violently.  Madame Joelle held her dildo in her right hand.  It was too
thick for her to get her hand all the way around, but she held it in place
against Caro's cunt crack.  She placed it just inside, then seized Caro's
hips in her hands, her strong fingers digging into the flesh and locking
the young woman in place.  Then Joelle slammed her hips forward with all
her strength.  She jammed her rubber fuck-tool deep into Caro's cunt.  Caro
screamed as if stabbed.  She tried to crawl forward, then tried to get up.
Joelle held tightly to her hips as she forced the terrible thick cock rod
deeper into the girl's fuck-pipe.  Caro was sobbing hysterically as pain
tore through her system.  Her cunt was being ripped open by the fat cock.

   Then she slumped to the bed again, shaking as the last few inches of
rubber cock were driven into her body and her cuntlips pressed against
Madame Joelle's.  Madame Joelle left the thick cock in place for a few
moments, then drew back, sliding the dark gleaming rubber out of Caro's
clinging cunt sheath She pulled it half way out, then slammed forward,
jamming it back inside, and bringing another shout of pain from Caro.  She
ripped open Caro's cunt-pipe with powerful thrusts, sawing the horse-cock
in and out of the tiny fuck hole until it had loosened.  Then she fucked
with longer strokes as Caro stood still, trembling like a terrified puppy.
It was not fear that held her so.  Her body was beginning to respond to
Madame Joelle's rough, brutal fuck strokes.  So long aroused, so long
denied, it took little to turn the crackling fire between her legs into a
white hot inferno of lust and desire.  Her eyes widened and her jaw
dropped. She spread her legs wider and began pushing back to meet the
savage stabbing lunges.  Her face twitched, and her head jerked to one
side, then to the other.  Her cunt throbbed powerfully, sending searing
waves of steamy sexual energy through her body.  She jerked spastically,
then stiffened.  Her eyes opened even wider and she held absolutely still.
The only sounds in the room were the SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP! 
SLAP!  of Madame Joelle's lower belly meeting her buttocks and the sucking
wet sound of the rubber cock tearing in and out of her.  Then Caro began
moaning, a low keening sound at first that began building in strength and
intensity until she was screaming at the top of her lungs, howling and
shrieking in maniacal ecstasy and glory.  Her body exploded, shards of
sexual power blasting through every part of her system.  "AAEEEEIIIIIIII!!!
OHHHHHH!  OHHHHH!  AAAEEEERRRRGGH!" Caro screamed.  "AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! 
GHUH! GHUH!  GHUH!  GHUH!  GHUH!  GHUH!  FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCKKKKK! 
AAARRRRGGHHHHH!!!" Her body shook and thrashed, bucked up and down and
rocked from side to side.  Madame Joelle hung on, her body tossed and
pulled by the twisting, shaking, convulsing, teenager.  She continued to
pound her rubber cock down Caro's fuck-box as the blonde girl slammed her
ass from side to side and jammed it back on the impaling rod. 
"NNNNGGGGHHHH!!  AAAARRRRRGHGHHHHHHGHHHHGHHHH!!" Caro's cunt sizzled like
burning flesh.  She shook and bucked and tossed from side to side.  Her
upper body jerked up and down, then slammed back briefly against Madame
Joelle as she sought to arch her back.  She dropped forward on her
shoulders again, her tied hands opening and closing as she hammered her
cunt back against the skewering cock-tool.  Then her legs gave way and she
dropped onto her face on the bed, still rutting her ass back against the
driving cock as she pounded her face into the bed and grunted repeatedly in
a high pitched voice.  The grunts became weaker and weaker, and her
movements started to ease.  After almost a full minute, she lay there
impaled and unmoving.  Finally Joelle pulled herself free and left the
room, the huge dildo bobbing obscenely between her legs.

   The other girls performed equally well.  Especially Consuela impressed
even the hardened Madame Joelle with her unrelenting quest for sexual
fulfillment.  When she finally was allowed to come she screamed like a girl
possessed, her eyes rolled back and Madame Joelle almost feared for her
health.

   In the afternoon a fresh and springy Madame Joelle and her guards
started the second round.  They knew from experience that the
submissiveness of the girls was only temporarily and had to be reinforced.
For the second round one or two guards were selected for each 'patient'. 
Armed with handcuffs, whips and various vibrators and dildos they entered
the cells and woke up the exhausted girls.  First they were fed with some
low protein food and juices spiced with drugs.  When the drugs started to
befuddle their minds they were again fastened to their beds.  They hardly
offered any resistance, already subdued and resigned in their fate.  Only
Patricia and the English girl, one of the newcomers, offered some stronger
resistance.

   Vivien the English was the one who resisted most against the sexual
torture that was in the store.  Trying to close her legs the guards were
forced to spread them brutally.  One brought a vibrator down to her
red-haired crotch again, clicked it on and then slowly sank it into her
moist cunt hole, pushing it deep inside despite her violent screams until
only the tip remained.  After a short time the expected effects appeared
and the girl was again moaning and twisting her naked body.  Now the stage
was set for the next round in the training.  The guard took a small
vibrator and placed in at the entrance of her ass.  Despite the strong
feelings coming from the inside of her cunt she knew what was in the store
for her.  Though she had already had the experince of a male rod in her
back hole she screamed at the top of her lungs as she tried to evade the
penetration.  "Nooooooo, don't do this to me!  Leave me aloooooooonnee." No
chance.  The tiny vibrator easily forced its way into the second hole. 
When it was firmly lodged he waited until the screams subsided before he
switched on the vibrator.  Moaning pitifully the girl tried to push out the
molester, but she soon began to accommodate to this feeling, which wasn't
so unpleasant after all.  After several minutes the guard couldn't keep
them in place as the girl writhed in complete ecstasy.  Now for some
further action.  Quickly he replaced the two instruments with a particular
dildo.  Again Vivien screamed in pain.  Her guts cramped around the
ten-inch long, thick rubber dildos stuffed into her cunt and rectum, and
held up inside her by a belt.  The dildos were in two parts.  A number of
tiny, but very powerful batteries were in the base of each dildo and their
energy caused the two parts rotated in opposite direction.  Then they left
the hapless girl to look after the next victim.  When they returned after
two hours Vivien was closing and spreading her glistening legs frantically
in an effort to make her come with these terrible things inside her. 
Holding her for a moment the guards threw a hidden switch.  In addition to
the rotation the very tip of the dildos was metal, and electric power
started to spark through it into her body every few seconds, each time
setting off a tiny explosion of pain inside her tormented body.  Now the
squeals no longer were set off by the stimulation of her lust centers but
were caused by pure pain at the most sensitive part of her body.  Again and
again she shook as the batteries discharged into her crotch.  After fifteen
minutes she thought she couldn't stand it any more.  Mercifully it was
switched off.  As she opened her eyes she saw Mrs.  Madame Joelle in her
leather costume bending over her.  "Obey, just obey" she murmured.  "Will
you obey?" "Yes, yes" the completely exhausted girl murmured.  Madame
Joelle waved to a waiting guard.  Kneeling in front of the cot he presented
his half awake cock to the worn-out girl.  "Lêche moi" he ordered. 
Straining her head she sucked up the tip into her dry mouth and began to
work on him with her tongue.  Slowly his cock sprang to life while he
lazily followed the desperate efforts of the girl, offering no help. 
Moving her head back and forth within the limits of her bonds she swirled
her tongue around his tip.  Down below Madame Joelle had started to massage
her protruding clit delicately to restore the sensitivity of her nerves. 
When Madame Joelle felt that the English was ready again she restarted the
rotation of the little machine.  Vivien continued to suck off the
stone-hard prick when suddenly its head expanded and its contents erupted
into her dried out mouth.  Swallowing down the fluid she started to moan
around the hard meat as down below Madame Joelle used a tiny vibrator on
her clit.  She had the little pink organ trapped between the two vibrators
and rubbed them lightly from side to side.  The girl sobbed in despair, her
breathing increasing again, her body beginning to shake and quiver with
renewed need.  The guard withdrew satisfied.  Expertly Madame Joelle
manipulated the furrow amidst the reddish bush.  Vivien's breath came in
strangled gasps and her chest rose and fell furiously.  She arched her back
and began to whine.  Quickly Madame Joelle stopped both vibrators again and
Vivien burst into tears, her body racked by miserable, wet sobs.  Again the
subjugation continued.  "You want to come, my dear little puppet?  Yes? 
Beg and obey!  Bed and obey!" "Please, please, pleaaaase let me come. 
Please!" the desolate girl cried, wriggling her ass up and down and using
her cunt muscles to increase the friction.  "Will you obey?  Will you
obey?" the cruel mistress insisted.  "Yes, yes, yesss, I will obey" Vivien
wailed.  "Well you shall have your reward." Unbuckling the belt and taking
out the double dildo she inserted another artificial prong into her cunt.
Then she turned around her will-less victim, uncuffing and recuffing her
hands.  Fastening the artificial dildo to her crotch Madame Joelle lay
down, placing the cock back into her enlarged ass hole and driving it deep
from behind.  She began to fuck into Vivien again, her tits rubbing against
her back as she slid up and down Vivien's body.  She drove the cock into
her little hole, feeling it crushing against something hard up inside the
girl's belly, but unable to slow down or ease off.  Madame Joelle felt the
tube's resistance wavering, one moment weakening, one moment strengthening,
and knew instinctively that Vivien was coming.  Vivien arched up her ass
onto the impaling rubber cock, moaning and sobbing with pleasure as she
came with an orgasm, the first initiated from her rear hole, her tired,
aching body bouncing and shaking through the fiery climax.

   This procedure was likewise performed on all girls until they agreed to
obey.  Afterwards they were allowed to some sleep while the equally tired
guards rested.  Then they prepared for the training towards a more refined
sexual servicing.

   After a quick and brutal waking up the prisoners were allowed to use the
pot and were fed with some hardly norishing cereals and juice spiced with
low concentrations of the drugs.  Madame Joelle needed to see how much they
already had been broken in.

   Then they were marched into a room that looked like a conference room
clad only in their grey prison garb without any underwear.  The room
contained a desk and plastic chairs arranged in a half cycle.  In a corner
some strange racks and tables were standing.  Madame Joelle was waiting for
them at the desk while they were herded in.  "Sit down" she commanded in a
harsh voice.  Obediently they sat down.  The chairs were designed in a way
that they could lounge back; making them involuntarily spread their legs
slightly.  Several girls coyly covered their breast and crotch as four
guards assembled behind Madame Joelle.  "Stop that!  Uncover yourself," she
ordered.  Frightened the girls obeyed, dropping their hands.  "Never do
this again.  If you do this again you will be severely punished." "Now let
me introduce you to some rules.  You are here on charges of a violation of
the drug law and will be able to learn more about sexual practices during
your stay.  I.." "Mais je comprends pas ..." the French girl interrupted
her.  "Ta gueule!  Shut up!  "Madame Joelle thundered.  "Je veux..  " After
a short nod two guards advanced and pulled up the protesting girl.  They
dragged her out of the room.  The remaining girls rested frightened in
their seats, straining their ears while Madame Joelle let them listen. 
"Fiche-moi en paix ..non...noooonnnnnn ...  pas ca ...  AAAAAHHHHHH " they
heard her cry.  Then a barely audible mechanical humming started.  Slowly
the cries subsided until suddenly short yelps of pain came through the
door. The guards returned, closing the door behind them and shutting out
the cries.  " Every prison needs to have rules.  You have just learned the
first rule: never speak until you are allowed to speak.  Further rules:
never cover yourself with your hands.  You always must obey to any command
or wish from the wardens or me.  You are not allowed to touch or satisfy
yourself.  Is that clear?" Caro timidly raised her hand as if she was in
school.  Madame Joelle nodded.  "When can we see a lawyer?" she asked
submissively.  "In due time, my dear" the answer came in a voice which did
not warrant any further questions.  " Come forward" she ordered.  Anxiously
Caro stood up and came up to the desk.  "You are going to learn the first
lesson.  You all are already quite adept with sucking off a man.  But there
are still things to learn.  Jules!" she called forward a guard, good
looking, well built, with a strong face.  He stepped forward up to the
waiting Caro, undressed and looked expectantly at Caro.  Caro looked back
at the impressive muscular frame and its well-developed tool.  Right now it
was hanging limply down but started to grow in anticipation of the action
to come.  "What are you waiting?  Take him in your mouth!" the impatient
Madame Joelle ordered.  With a side-glance to her friends Caro knelt down,
picked up the half-erect prick and started to suck.  "Stop", thundered
Madame Joelle, "don't you know a thing?  Peel back the foreskin and slowly
work with your tongue.  Let him see and feel what you are doing!" And so it
went on.  Caro heard of the sensitive spots of a male penis, his testicles
and how to stimulate them.  She received a stern warning and a slight slap
on her buttocks when she tried to deep-throat and ended up coughing and
spitting.  However, she was allowed to try it again the next time.  She
also learned to hold back the male orgasm until Jules couldn't retrain
himself and shot his load all over her face.  "You stupid git, always,
ALWAYS drink a man's cum!  Always drink a man's cum unless he asks you not
to do!  Now wipe it off and clean him up!" Caro was ordered.  Obediently
wiped the white goo off her face and chin and licked off the fingers.  Then
she also cleaned the still impressively thick prick.

   "Now I want you all to show what you have learned.  Come forward and
kneel down.  Allez!" Frightened the nude girls obeyed and went down on
their knees next to Caroline.  Mme.  Joelle motioned the guards forward. 
More came into the room, some grinning expectantly.  When every girl had a
man standing in front of her they heard the next command: "Start!  Burt I
warn you: if you make him come within ten minutes you will regret it!"
Rising on their knees they unzipped the flies and lowered the warden's
pants.  Some men stayed with their trousers at their feet, some stepped out
of them.  Then the girls fished out the meaty poles and began to work on
them, making wet, smacking sounds, as the men groaned with lust.  Carefully
they licked and stroked them, always keeping in mind the dark warning of
their master, After ten minutes Mme.  Joelle declared to be satisfied and
that they could finish their jobs.  Quickly the girls masturbated the
rock-hard pricks into their closed mouths until salty jets of sperm spurted
into her mouth.  Obediently they all swallowed mouthful after mouthful of
his hot, spicy semen, closely observed by the suspicious Mme.  Joelle. 
"From now on you will always suck off any cock that will be offered to you,
without hesitation.  And never forget to drink it down!  Now put on your
skirt and proceed to pick up your food."

   Obediently they put on their flimsy garment.  Outside they stopped. 
Patricia, the black-haired French girl, was kneeling nude in the rack they
had seen earlier, blindfolded and tied up so that she could not move.  The
screams had subsided because her lips were sealed around a thick black
dildo.  A tube connected the end of the tool with a bottle containing a
white fluid.  The liquid seemed to be pressed down through the dildo into
the immobilized mouth.  They could see the dildo blow up and deflate in a
slow rhythm while Patricia was swallowing repeatedly.  But this was not the
only machine.  The humming they had heard came from a small electric device
positioned behind her kneeling body.  Her widely spread legs offered an
unrestricted view of a fat vibrator which was driven slowly in and out of
her obscenely stretched cunt.  But it seemed as if Patricia did not mind
this use of her body.  Rocking back and forth she tried to impale herself
more on the penetration rod, wailing vociferously through her gag.  "That
will wait for any uncooperative girl.  Keep it in mind!" With these words
they were ushered into the cold dining room where they picked up some food
and juice.  All conversations were prevented immediately by the guards. 
Directly afterwards they were driven back into their solitary cells. 
Feeling incredibly horny they all lay down to relieve themselves of the
terrible heat between their legs.

   Hardly two hours later Caro was woken up by a load banging against the
doors.  After the shattering orgasm coming from the fingers rubbing
furiously her clit she had fallen asleep.  Looking up she saw that the food
shutter was open and a rigid penis was looking through.  Again she heard a
load banging and a rude voice commanded: "Alors, putain, suce-moi.  Viens."
Half understanding she got up, her thighs still wet from her love juice,
and knelt down before the door.  First she lubricated the sensitive tip
with her tongue tickling it, teasing it before she wrapped her lips around
the turgid meat.  Deeply she inhaled it until her chin struck the cold
metal of the shutter.  Pumping away she slid the tongue around the
sensitive lower side until she felt the telltale sign of the head
expanding. Moments later her mouth filled with the man's love juice.  As a
compensation a glass of juice and a tin bowl of cereals was shoved through
the shutter.  Thirstily Caro drank down the juice to rinse her mouth and
wolfed down the meager meal.  Hardly had she finished when the loudspeaker
blared in Mme.  Joelle's voice: "Everybody sleep" .  Right afterwards the
lights went out.  Wearily Caro got into her cot and fell into a disturbed
sleep, often interrupted by masturbation.  Two hours later the lights went
on.  Confused the girls woke up, unsure of their internal clock and
themselves.  Again they found a waiting prick lurking in the shutter and
waiting to be satisfied.  After having done their carnal duty they were let
out of the cells to be driven to the eating room.  The rack where Patricia
had been hanging, was empty, and a dishevel Pat joined them, bleary-eyed
and tired.  Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back. .She told them
she had been hanging in the rape rack for ages.  Her cunt was sore from the
constant fucking.  At the same time she was unable to come, yet incredibly
horny.  Maybe somebody...  "Arrète.  Ne touche pas ta moule.  Don't touch."
A guard intercepted when Consuela wanted to help out her companion.  With a
miserable look Patricia sat down, rubbing her naked and wet cunt against
the surface of the bench.

   Hardly had they eaten up their frugal meal when they were ushered into
the "classroom".  The room had been changed.  Before each seat a table was
placed.  Additionally some stained mattresses were lying on the floor. 
Mme. Joelle was waiting for them in her usual outfit.  She pointed at the
tables and ordered them to sit.  "Today you will learn to use your cunt in
a acceptable way.  Your vagina is ...." And she lapsed into an anatomical
description of the female genitals and its use in sexual intercourse.  Some
things were old and boring, some were new to the girls.  The rather dry
explanations did not arouse any desires in them, except for Patricia, who
squirmed on her seat in an effort to quell her desires.  Noticing this,
Mme. Joelle called her forward.  She motioned a waiting guard and ordered
him to uncuff the blond girl.  Then she ordered her to get out of her
skirt. When the scared girl was nude Mme.  Joelle ordered her to lie down
on one of the desks.  "Écarte tes cuisse, salope.  Always open your legs
when you lie down.  Wider.  WIDER!  I want to see your miserable fente open
up.  WIDER!" She gave a vicious slap with her whip against the tender flesh
of the inner thighs.  Patricia yelped in pain and spread her legs
perpendicular to her body into a position that must be painful.  Her pink
snatch and puckered back hole were clearly visible among the dark blonde
fur wet with her juices.  "Right, my dear, now you will show what you have
learned.  Mac, viens." A burly guard came foreward from the waiting crowd
of wardens.  Without further hesitation he opened his fly and extracted an
enormous cock.  An audible gasp came out of the watching girls.  Then he
simply positioned his member against the open entrance and pushed.  A
shrill shreak came from the lips of the prostrate woman.  Without any mercy
he pushed forward until his meat was fully sheathed in the wet snatch. 
Then he stopped.  Patricia went wild.  Moaning like a cat in heat she
wailed," baise-moi, oh oui, viens, baise moi fort".  She gyrated her hips
and tried to fuck him in quick, jerking snaps of her ass.  "Arrète. 
salope!" Mme Joelle shouted.  Viciously she dealt a heavy blow against her
breast.  Now Patricia was howling in pure pain.  "Your time will come"
Joelle shouted.  "First you will make him feel your cunt, as you have
learned.  If you come before I allow it you will regret it.  Now tighten
your cunt muscles." Patricia closed her eyes in concentration.  Mac groaned
slightly.  "Bien.  Enfin baise-la".  Obediently Mac began to stroke her
fuck hole.  With each stroke she whimpered slightly, while her body shook
and her small tits quivered slightly under his thrusts.  Suddenly he
stopped.  Immediately Patricia received a vicious slap with the whip over
her breast.  "Concentrate!  Tighten your cunt!" Mac resumed his work.  Mme.
Joelle decided that it was time to continue and looked at the frightened
yet horny girls.  "You!  Strip and lie down on the table!" The scared girls
obeyed at once.  They quickly discarded their unshapely garments, choose a
table and spread their legs, open for any invader.  Just then they heard
Mme.  Joelle allow Patricia to come.  Immediately the desperate girl
increased its efforts, humping vigorously on the huge prick until she
couldn't stand it any more and came in an ear-shattering orgasm.  Meanwhile
all girls had their holes filled by the eager and horny wardens.  The room
was filled with the slapping of naked flesh against each other; the moaning
and the slurping noises of fat pricks pistoning in wet tight cunts.  Now
and then the whip could be heard when a negligent girl forgot to tighten
her muscles and pleasure her invaders.  Everywhere the naked legs of the
girls were pointing upwards, leaning against the shoulders of their mates
while they tried to hold on the tables under the repeated thrusts of the
invading cocks.

   Caro, who was lying on the table next to Patricia, concentrated on
giving the utmost friction to the wonderful cock inside her body when she
heard a desperate plea from the next table.  Looking up she saw Patricia
twisting on the table, her shaking legs spread widely by a cursing Mme. 
Joelle who at the same time tried to stick something into the whining girl.
When Caro got up to her elbows she couldn't believe her eyes.  Mme.  Joelle
had strapped on a giant dildo that she tried to poke into Pat's crotch. 
"Reste, putain de putain!" she thundered.  Gripping tightly Pat's thighs
she forced the artificial rod into the screaming girl.  Once inside she
started to furiously thrust her tool into the exposed cunt.  Patricia's
screams were replaced by loud grunts.  Caro watched fascinated as the giant
rod disappeared and reappeared without any apparent problems below the
black fur.  And then Pat came.  She came and came.  She came in a way that
Caro had never seen before, Everybody stopped to watch the violent
thrashing as Patricia almost doubled up in an effort to drive herself more
onto the giant tool that had raped her.  When it was over she fell back
like dead and didn't even move when Mme.  Joelle withdrew her device. 
"Alors, finissez-les" she commanded.  A furious fucking resumed until all
cunts were filled with male sperm.  The used up girls were herded to the
showers and back to the cells.  Exhausted they slept early.

   At four hours later the night was over.  One after the other the girls
were awakened by two wardens who stuffed their stiff meat roughly into the
dry fuck hole and the mouth of the hapless young woman.  Mercilessly they
again used the lithe bodies of their victims for their own pleasure,
slapping their upturned asses viciously when they didn't show enough
enthusiasm or didn't tighten their cunts firmly enough.  Quickly the men
reached their orgasms, leaving their captives with their come oozing out of
their openings.

   After a short sleep they were again woken up by a warden with a stiff
prick to be sucked relieved of its load and a subsequent meal with the
obligatory juice to wash down the taste.  The they were left alone again.

   When the sun began to set outside the tired out girls were again lying
nude on the benches for another fuck and suck session.  Some began to
secretly wonder how the guards could develop such a sexual stamina.  Madame
Joelle tested the extend of their submission by making them beg to be
fucked.  Only Consuela showed the courage to defy Madam Joelle and earned 3
hours in the rape rack.  When the girls were driven back into their cells
the had to pass the bound girl whose tears were streaming down around her
dildo-filled mouth.

   After 6 hours of almost comatose sleep the girls were again roughly
waken up and shoved into the teaching room.  A bleary eyed Consuela joined
them.  In the room they were ordered to sit down.  Madame Joelle was
sitting behind a desk on which a number of double headed dildos were lying.
"Déshabillez," she ordered tersely.  "Strip!" The girls discarded their
grey outfits and stood, by now used to their nudity.  Mme.  Joelle picked a
black double dildo.  "You know what this is.  Two of you will stuff it into
your wet cunts for demonstration.  You have to learn how to work with an
lesbo act.  I know that most of you have some experience though it can be
improved.  You and you, come forward." She pointed at Pamela and Nica. 
Hesitating they stepped forward.  "Go down and lick yourselves," Madame
ordered.  Reluctantly the two girls went down on the mat and started to
finger each other, mindful of all the spectators.  Joelle let them work on
each other for a moment before she stood up and gave Pam a vicious slap
with her whip: "Alors, lie down and lick!".  With a yelp of pain the girl
lay down and opened her legs, displaying her snatch below her black tuff of
hair.  Quickly the blond girl clambered over her, positioning her blond
furred cunt directly over Pam's mouth.  Submissively they began to lick
each others pudenda.  "You are doing well, mes petites salopes.  Come here
to watch them." Joelle pushed the others forward to watch.  Back and forth
went the heads as the two girls began to stimulate themselves.  As they
began to moan Joelle took the double-headed black dildo and shoved it not
very gently into the lubricated gash over Nica's head.  "Use her" she
ordered.  Delicately Nica took the flexible rod in her hand and began to
pump slowly into her fellow prisoners pussy.  At the other end Pam stopped
and groaned with closed eyes.  Mme.  Joelle touched Nica with her whip. 
"Come up".  Wriggeling from under the kneeling Pam Nica wanted to get up
when her mistress pushed her back on all fours.  "Impale yourself"
Understanding came to Nica's confused eyes.  Reaching between her slender
legs she grabbed the black rod and pushed herself onto the shaft.  The new
stimulation caused the two girls to move her bodies back and forth and into
circular movements, making the most of their tool.  Eyes closed, cheeks
pressed to the mat, the two nymphos rocked back and forth, driving the
black rod deep into their wet cunts.  "Bien, mes petites.  Now your turn. "
Indiscriminately she selected the pairs and gave each a dildo for their
exercise.  Caroline was put together with Nica, the blond Australian. 
Reluctantly Caro inserted the artificial pink penis into her vagina. 
Although the show had turned her on, her vagina was still dry and tight. 
With difficulty she inserted into her body and knelt down.  Nica, who had
seen her problem, knelt down and murmured: " Let me wet it a littlebit, I'm
still dry." She started to suck at the tip that was reserved for her. 
Caro, who looked down at the kinky picture of her friend sucking the rod
that protruded from her crotch, began to feel more aroused.  She sneaked a
hand down to her clit and slowly started to rub her love button.  Nica
looked up and grinned.  "Looks kinky." She also knelt down to and pushed
the flexible pole into her pussy.  Then she settled down and the two girls
began a gentle rhythm feeling the wet rubber caress their inner walls. 
Slowly their horniness backed by the drugs took over and they humped each
other.  Suddenly somebody grabbed Nica.  Startled she looked up.  A stern
Mme.  Joelle said: "Good, my dear.  Now for something else.  Get up and lie
down on her.  And don't loose your cock." Tired Nica clambered up and
lowered herself on her lieing friend.  The two girls embraced each other.
Slowly they began to rub their bodies against each other.  Nica had to
reach down to fasten the dick inside her and push it deeper into her cunt
as they moved more.  It was good to feel warm and sympathetic skin after
all the brutal treatment of the last days.  And that cock inside you felt
so goood......  Again the girls were disturbed up cruelly.  "Stop.  You are
not allowed to come yet.  You - lie down." And brutally Mme.  Joelle showed
Nica to the ground while ripping out the dildo.  To the frightened Caro she
handed a strap-on dildo.  "Put that on and fuck her", Mme.  Joelle ordered.
Clumsy Caro stood up and stepped into the straps.  As she fumbled with the
straps Mme.  Joelle hurried over.  "You stupid bitch, can't you do one
thing right?" She quickly and fixed the straps with her experienced finger,
tightening them so hard that they cut into Caros tender flesh.  She winced,
but did'nt dare to say anything.  " Alors, fuck her." And a vicious slap
sent her done to the spread out Nica.  Kneeling down between her spread
legs Caro tried ineptly to insert the unfamiliar stick into the waiting
cunt.  "Let me help you" ,Nica whispered.  She grabbed the artificial cock
and guided it carefully into her already prepared opening.  Gradually Caro
began to mimic the movement she previously had observed with the boys she
had fucked.  After a moment she got the feeling for just moving the lower
body and was rewarded by deep moans from Nica.  As she went through the
motions she looked up.  All girls were separated in pairs and merrily
fucking away.  Vivien and Patricia were lying on top of each other with
flesh colored rod connecting their cunts.  Daniela was riding on a stiff
rod that was protruding between two female legs.  Hot Consuela obviously
liked to fuck like a man.  She had pushed up the legs of Virginie and was
rapidly driving her cock between the moaning girl's cunt lips.  Only Pamela
and Kim had assumed a classical position by facing each other.  Between
their bent legs a rubber rod connected their cunts while Mme Joelle rapidly
moved the rod back and forth.  Both girls had their eyes closed and were
busy working on their orgasm.

   Just then Joelle looked up.  Angrily her eyes lit up when she saw Caro
thrusting away mechanically into Nica.  She got up.  "Move your cunts!" she
ordered.  Then she marched over to Caro.  "I have the impression that you
are a little bored.  Is that right?" she asked intimidating as she brutally
grabbed Caro's ample breast and twisted it in her hands.  "Aaaaahhh nnnno,"
winced Caro, who had stopped her work.  "I think yes.  Get out.  Now". 
Caro rapidly got up.  Her mistress tore off the dildo and threw it at the
lying Nica.  Then she grabbed Caro by the arm and dragged her to her table.
Roughly she pushed her down, squashing her breasts against the top.  As she
held the utterly frightened girl by the neck she strapped on her own dildo.
Then without preliminaries she entered her Caro's still wet cunt.. 
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh nnnooooo it huurtssss ...ooooaaaah ah nngh nngh nngh
nngh".  Caro grunted under the merciless strokes of the hard shaft.  She
tried to get up but a heavy hand held her down.  Suddenly and unexpectedly
she felt an orgasm rising within her.  "Oh god oh god oh godddd yess
yessssss", she whined.  Orgasmic relief washed through her exhausted body.
Exhausted she slumped down on the table.  Joelle turned around, her
obscenely erect cock bobbing from her crotch.  The other girls, who had
watched intensely the lesbian rape, quickly resumed their activities. 
Despite their exhaustion one after the other reached orgasm, though helped
by the drugs in their bloodstream.  Mme.  Joelle, still sporting the stiff
dildo, walked around to encourage her students, even making Consuela suck
her smelly cock as she fucked Virginie.

   Immediately afterwards the tired out girls were dragged back to their
cells and chained naked to their beds.  Despite the uncomfortable position
the immediately fell asleep.  Mme Joelle reviewed the situation.  During
the training the girls had shown few signs of a free will; the brainwash
was showing results.  Their hornyness and lack of restraint, though
increased by the drugs, was satisfying.  The basic training was nearing its
end.  Only one lesson remained.  Mme.  Joelle gave orders.

   Again the sleeping girls were woken up.  Turning them over on their
faces they were rechained to the bed posts.  Then their upturned assholes
received a thick anal dildo which was protected against pushing it out. 
The girls hardly wept and protested against the intrusion, and soon became
accustomed and resumed their disturbed slumber.

   Joelle decided to let them sleep longer and let their hole get
accustomed to the intruder, making their breaking-in process less
cumbersome.

   The late morning saw the girls slightly rested.  They were unchained and
could get up but were forbidden to remove the tormenting butt plugs.  Then
they were driven to breakfast where they had to sit uncomfortably on the
protruding cocks.  Mme.  Joelle had decided to test the horniness and
compliance of the girls by reducing the drugs.  After the breakfast where
they were ordered to run into the shower room.  There in a degrading
procedure made to further crush their self-confidence.  The drooling guards
removed the plugs and, armed with rubber gloves, cleaned out the gapping
back holes of the girls before they were pushed under the showers.  "Clean
up, mon grand don't like to get dirty", a crude comment made them shiver.
After being dried with coarse towels by the hands of the guards who clearly
wanted to grope the naked flesh as a warm-up to the next session.  After
reinserting the dildos in their familiar hole they returned to the training
room where Mme.  Joelle in her usual outfit waited for them.  The guard
joined them.  "Today we will add another lesson to your training to reach
perfection.  For this reason you all received an ass-opener.  You all
already have experience with anal satisfaction.  Today we just want to
reinforce your skills." And she lapsed into a semi-scientific speech about
the virtues of anal intercourse and its potential of orgasmic delight. 
Then she ordered the girls to lie back on the desks and work on their anal
dildos.  Grudgingly the girls obeyed.  Spreading and bending their legs
they grabbed the small dildos and began to masturbate.  Suddenly Daniela
yelped in pain.  The others looked up.  Mme.  Joelle had pushed two fingers
into her cunt and then viciously slapped her breast with her crop.  "Bone
dry.  You can do better!  Use your clit!" she ordered.  Anxiously the girls
began to work on their clits in addition to their anal handiwork.  Soon
their manual activities began to show results, documented on their faces
and moist cunts.  It was only shortly interrupted when the guards replaced
the artificial rods with their natural ones.  Then the fucking began in
earnest, naked flesh slapping against naked flesh and moans vibrated
through the room.  Some girls were turned on their face, the upturned asses
an easier target for the aggressive male cocks.  Even Mme.  Joelle was
affected by the noise and the odor of the orgy.  Her hand had
inconspicuously slipped between her legs and was rubbing her fleshy cunt
lips.  As the moans climbed up towards the climax she stood up.  "Stop! 
Arrète!  Arrétez!" Slowly the slapping and the moaning died down.  "Now you
will learn how to satisfy two cocks at the same time." She pointed randomly
at the guards.  "You..you ..you...lie down.  And you get on top of him and
fuck them." She pointed at some girls who straddled the guards and lowered
their wet female holes onto their upright poles.  They had hardly settled
down when another guard pushed her forward and forced his stiff cock into
the puckered hole above the already filled fuck hole.  Most girls howled in
pain.  Despite the preparation it was obvious that no girl had ever
experienced this kind of sex.  Nevertheless the pitiless guards pushed on
until they had completely entered the miserable girls.  Then they started a
furious rutting, driving their pole hardened by boundless lust between the
quivering globes of the young women.  Their buddies below did not have as
much liberty of action but did their best to satisfy their needs.  Most of
the girls had just closed their eyes and endured their torture as they were
rocked erratically between the two stick in their bodies.  Then the first
guards gave up.  Groaning they shot their white load into the expectant
holes of the sandwiched girls.  Obviously they had been instructed for this
occasion.  Even before they had full discharged they pulled out and went
over to the girls still used by two men.  Gabbing their head they dragged
their mouths toward the smelly pricks and made them clean the slimy tools.
Mme Joelle could not resist the temptation and went over to the vacant hole
of Virginie to poke her artificial tool into the tender cavity.  The hard
rod made Virginie scream out.  "Aiiiiii...Ca fait malllll...c'est trop
grannnndd...nonnnnn..  aiiiiii".  In vain.  Brutally Joelle reamed the
tight hole of the wailing girl.  Obviously there was a little device inside
the behind the strap which stimulated her sexual parts for shortly
afterwards she shuddered in orgasmic relief.  Though satisfied she left the
rubber rod inside the weeping girl until all girls had been serviced.  Then
she left the body of her victim and declared a lunch break - but not before
the plugs were reinserted into the sore asses.  Tired the girls got up. 
They winced when they sat down, but wolfed down their hardly norishing meal
before they were driven back into the training room.  " Anal love can be
fun if you do it right", Mme.  Joelle declared as an introduction of the
second part.  "I will show you.  Lie down on the desk.  On your back! ....
good ....  now remove your plugs....  bien , leave your legs apart." And
she beckoned the guards.  Each guard received a vibrator with which he
stimulated the ready girl.  Now titilating the clit, now entering the cunt
the girls quickly were stimulated despite their aversion.  Then came the
business push into the open back hole.  Despite some surprised yelps the
rubber dicks went in smoothly.  Quickly the artificial members were
replaced by some naturals, but the stimulation of the wet slits continued.
Then again the surprised girls were hauled up and bent forward.  The guards
more gently took them from behind and pulled them backwards, impaling them
on their cocks while offering their natural fuck holes to a buddy.  Once
their lower holes were filled another fuck session started, giving the
girls more space to enjoy the situation, supported by occasional
stimulation of their sensitive love buttons.  And again some girls were
fucked in all three holes by the changing wardens.  When all cocks were
spent Mme.  Joelle sent them back into their cells.

   Le Patron As the female prisoners returned to their jail cells where
found their usual diet of spiced juice and low energy food the phone rang
at the director's table.  "Ca va?" the voice of Le Patron came to the ear
of Mme.  Joelle.  In the background some street noise could be heard -
obviously Le Patron phoned from a public phone for security reasons.  "Yes,
patron, everything is alright", a cowed Mme.  Joelle replied, wary of the
emotionless voice "How are the flowers?" "Excellent, better every day". 
"Bien.  Prepare forty for me.  I come.  " And the line went dead, as
usually without pleasantries.  Frantically Joelle shouted orders to the
guards.  Vivien, Ina, Daniela and Patricia were rudely wakened by the
merciless guards.  Dazed they were hauled up and dressed in some kinky
outfits according the orders of Joelle.  Vivien's elbows were tied behind
her back, making her push forward her freckled breasts.  The hands of the
other girls were immobilized by a cloth tube which was fixed at the wrists
by Velcro latches.  Vivien then received a black leather hood which left
her bright red hair falling free.  A zipper covered her mouth.  The rest of
the prisoners were blinded by a cloth tied over their heads.  Daniela's
nubile upper body was covered by a long dark blue shirt that was fasten
around her slender hips, lifted and tied over her head, covering her upper
body and trapping her arms inside.  Patricia with her large tits got
another cloth bag fastened around the neck and also tied up on top,
enveloping only her head.  Ina just had her eyes covered by a mask, leaving
her nude features for everybody to admire.  Then they were ushered in a
corner while the guards prepared the room.

   Le Patron arrived after a careful observation of the surroundings for a
possible trap.  He was escorted into the room where the four beauties
presented their charms.  Slowly her walked around them, examining them
closely.  The frightened girls did not move, being entrapped in their dark
prison, hearing only the menacing steps of the inspecting man around them.
Then he pointed at Patricia.  "Sur le dos" he whispered.  Patricia cried
out in fear when the guards roughly grabbed her and positioned her on her
back on the table.  Violently they spread her legs and presented the fleshy
slit of the screaming girl to the patron.  "Non, non, je vous prie, fiche
moi en paix" the desperate girl cried into her world of darkness as she
writhed in the grips of the guards.  The Patron advanced and scrutinize the
female parts of the prostate woman.  With the forefinger he traced the
inner lines of her cuntal lips before he abruptly inserted it into her
closed fuck hole.  "Noooooonnn, pas ca" the frantic girl cried. 
Indifferent to her cries her rapist continued the examination of her sexual
parts until he got up.  Opening his fly he extracted his prick and
unceremoniously forced it into the exposed cunt of the young woman. 
Patricia let out a pitiful scream.  Indifferent to her anguish the rapist
took the upright thighs of his victim and began to ream her hole
mercilessly.  Once inside he began to pump her vigorously as the scream
subsided and were replaced by painful moans.

   The other disoriented captives could only hear the screams and slapping
noises of the violent fuck while they fantasized about what was going on
outside their dark cave.

   When the Patron felt his orgasm approaching he stopped.  The other
samples had to be evaluated.  He withdrew and with a hand wave ordered the
used girl to be removed.  Turning to his other victims he quickly pointed
at Daniela whose slender legs and trim brown bush below the puffy sack
seemed to excite him.  "Celle-ci.  Au ventre.  " Now it was Daniela's turn
to scream as she was bent over the table, face down, her lovely ass
sticking out and her shaven slit protruding between her legs.  Opening her
closed legs with his knee the man brutally poked his steely shaft into the
girl's ass hole.  Again desperate scream were heard in the room as Daniela
fought within her confinement when the burning rod forced his way into her
lower parts.  Despite all the fuck training she had received the fear in
the darkness had closed down everything.  Unperturbed the man resumed his
fucking until he again his prick began to tickle.  Pointing at Vivien he
hissed "Viens suce-moi." Pushed forward on her knees by his minions Vivien
felt the zipper open by unseen hands.  Though she hadn't understood a word
she nevertheless opened her mouth as the hot cock smelling of the intimate
parts of her friends touched her lips.  "Suce-moi puitain" the Patron
hissed.  Instinctively she understood what was wanted.  As she had learned
she tightly wrapped her lips around his hardness, applied a light pressure
and began to piston up and down the shaft as the man took her head and
dictated the rhythm.  After only a short time she experienced the familiar
taste of male come in her mouth that she swallowed without hesitation.

   After his orgasm Le Patron just stood there, savoring the warm mouth of
his victim enveloping his softening cock while Vivien did not dare to spit
him out.  Nodding in the direction of Ina who had waited motionless at the
wall in fear of the future he invited his waiting lieutenant to help
himself.  His vigor slowly returned as he watched the underling grab Ina
and hustle her backwards onto a table where he lifted her legs and
violently used her tight fuck hole.  Before they left they worked on Ina,
bracketing her between them with Le Patron spearing her hole in renewed
strength while his lieutenant had his limb cock cleaned by her trained
mouth.

   When Mme.  Joelle returned after she had escorted her boss outside she
found that the horny guards who had only been bystanders had hauled up the
bound and helpless women and were fucking them side by side on the tables.
Dressing them down for this undisciplined behavior she made them bring back
the girls and punished them to go without a fuck for the next two days.

   Back in the security of his penthouse Le Patron leaned back satisfied.
The merchandise was good, as he had checked himself.  Now it was time to
get them out of the country to sell them off.  He started to organize his
future steps.

   In the jail the training continued.  Keeping up the deprivation of sleep
the prisoners were driven deeper into a emotional dependency to their
masters.  They crawled on the floor like dogs, begged to suck the cocks for
cum and were fastened to torture racks and fucked fiercely in all ways. 
They were further refined in the art of lesbian love for show and taught
how to dance in a strip show.  In between the lessons they were forced to
wear ever larger anal plugs to widen their anal muscles and make them more
receptive.  By now even quarrelsome Patricia had resigned in her fate and
was as submissive as her fellow prisoners.

   Mme Joelle also taught them a special trick to furnish a man with an
condom.  She let the girls take a rolled-up rubber in their mouths and then
give a blow job.  When the prick left the mouth, the rubber was already
half covering the shaft.  Daniela developed a special talent in this
technique.

   The Craft On the third day after the visit an unmarked small bus with
tinted windows entered the court in the evening.  The tired and slightly
drugged girls were carried in and set into the seats.  A guard armed with a
electric prod joined him.  Then the van set off with an advance car in
front to warn of any police controls.  Another car followed monitoring the
police frequencies.  After an uneventful drive the van entered the garage
of a luxurious house at the Mediterranean coast of France.  Immediately
they were taken to a motorboat moored in a garage in the basement hidden
from any spying eyes.  When the last girl was aboard the boat set out to
quickly reach the open sea.  Once in international waters the luxurious
yacht of Le Patron awaited them.  Carefully the half conscious girls were
hoisted on board and deposited on cots in small cells.  Inwardly Le Patron,
who had supervised the operation, heaved a big sigh.  Lately he had heard
rumours that the police had started to listen around for missing girls in
France.  His career and survival was based on his extraordinary sense to
sniff danger and he had decided that this was the last operation for the
near future.  He was a man of great patience, and could wait.

   Meanwhile the prison was cleaned and sanitized.  A quick paint job
eliminated further possible traces.  Then the guards and Joelle joined the
girls on the ship or were given other work in the various economic
enterprises of Le Patron.  Their silence was ensured by an excellent
information and liquidation program of the organization.

   Caroline woke up from her disturbed and drugged sleep.  Curious she
looked up.  No longer confined to her familiar cot and the always same
light she looked around in wonder.  A small cabin, like on a ship.  Yes, it
was a ship.  A lot of metal, though no porthole, and the sound of waves
slapping against the hull indicated it.  Above her another bunk, like the
one she had been in the first days of her confinement.  She got up.  Nude,
no clothes around, but she was used to that already.  No tab, just a jug
with juice.  In the upper bunk a nude Virginie was still sleeping on her
back.  Caroline looked around.  The cot was a rubber thing, tearproof.  A
grid above the door with cool air coming out.  The door was locked. 
Nothing else.  Damn, she was horny again.  These last days, more than she
could count, had made her really a slut.  She looked at Virginie.  Her eyes
were still closed, but her hand had crept down to the shaved slit and she
slightly massaged her hidden clit.  Caro smirked.  Lowering her head she
delicately began to caress the extended nipple of the left breast of her
friend before she gently sucked her large aureole.  Virginie began to moan
quietly, intensifying her personal administration.  Suddenly she opened her
eyes." Qu'est-ce que tu fais?  Ou sommes nous?  " Wildly she looked around.
"What do you do?  Where are we?" Virginie got up on her elbows.  "I don't
know.  We are on a ship, I think", Caro answered truthfully.  Virginie
swung her legs over the edge of the bed and jumped down.  Together they
inspected the cabin, only to find that nothing could be done.  Caro lay
down on her cot, moving to the wall to invite her friend to lie down next
to her.  Virginie sat down on the edge.  "What are they up to?" she asked,
placing her hands on the soft belly of Caro.  "I don't know.  They want us
for prostitutes, I fear.  I thought this is only something for East
European girls these days.  I am so confused.  I have never felt so horny
in my life.  What are they doing to me?  I want to fuck all day.  I have
never felt like that before.  I can't even think clearly any more." With
these words she placed Virginie's hand on her crotch, clearly inviting her
to make love.  Virginie didn't lose time.  Still excited from her erotic
dream she placed herself in a sixty-nine over Caro, gingerly licking her
slit while Caro willingly caressed the moist lips surrounding her friend's
wet hole.  "Ooooooh, c'est bon !!!  Oui, plus doux, plus lent,
maintenant... " moaned Virginie in mounting ecstasy.  "Oui ..  oui .. 
baise-moi ..  je ..  veux .....  jouir ...ooouuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.."
Virginie body stiffened under another blasting orgasm before she collapsed
on Caro who was unable to continue on her climatic path.  Patiently she
waited for Virginie to recover, squirming under her as the erotic scents of
the female slit above her heated her lust centers.  When Virginie had
recovered she climbed down from her lover, rested beside her and tenderly
returned the received favors.  Arm in arm they dosed off.  A short time
later they heard the door open.  A olive-skinned man in white denims
brought in some food, peeping at the naked jewels on the cot while he was
observed by a guard at the door.  Realizing that they were hungry they
wolfed down the bread and cheese and washed everything down with the
familiar juice.  Without knowing the time the dozed off again.  In their
fitful dreams they heard the arrival of several boats and the flapping
noise of a helicopter.  As nothing further happened they went back to sleep
after drinking some juice.

   Caroline was awakened by a fearful cry of Virginie.  Confused she opened
her eyes.  Virginie was squirming nude in the hands of a grinning olive
skinned man.  A second man was just bending down to grab her arms and
roughly drag her up from her cot.  "Alors, putain, viens." 'Accidentally'
groping their swelling breasts and pubic hair he smelled his fingers. 
"Elles puent, les pouffiasses" , he remarked to his comrade.  Caro felt
ashamed when she realized how sticky and smelly her crotch was and how
horny she felt.  She must have had very wet dreams.  Yet did not want to
touch herself under the gawking eyes of the men.  They were driven into a
little cabin where the could take a shower in the presence of the guards
who took ample advantage of the situation.  Though obviously they did not
dare to use them the horny men did not leave their hands off the firm
bodies of their victims, even pushing two fingers into their cunt holes,
cleaning them out.  After the showers the girls were driven into a small
dressing room where Nica, Ina and Daniela were already waiting.  The girls
could choose between several outrageously short shirts and tight fitting
blouses and shirts.  No underwear.  As they were dressing the other girls
wee also shoved into the room, which became densely packed.  Quick and
subdued discussions started, which were quelled when the girls were ushered
into a room which one wall consisted of a curtain.  The room resembled a
stage.  This impression was enhanced by loutish male voices coming through
the curtain.  "Ohkay, putes, silence.  'ere is what you do.  You go one by
one through this curtain.  You will walk up and down, turn, bend forward
and show your ass and cunt, and obey orders.  Understood?" a man ordered in
a heavily accented English.  Then he grabbed Patricia and pushed her
through the curtain.  Cat call, whistles and shouts greeted her.  A male
voice presented Patricia in several languages, giving her name and her
bodily advantages.  One time they heard Patricia squeal in pain, but it was
drowned in load cheers.  Tousled and disheveled she returned.  Consuela
came next.  Same procedure.  When she came back she ran directly to Caro as
Daniela was selected.  "Guess who is there?  Ramon, this pedo.  He is with
them in ...." " Ta guele, putain", a guard growled by grabbing Cons arm. 
Consuela stopped and winced in pain.  Caro stared at her.  Ramon, her lover
in the school.  The whole setup became clear to her.  Ramon was the scout
identifying the targets.  She was roughly awakened from her dreams as a
guard painfully seized her arm and pushed her through the curtain.  Blinded
by the light she stumbled forward.  A small catwalk was in front of her. 
Awkwardly she moved forward.  An both sides older men were staring at her,
stripping her with their eyes, gawking under her shirt to catch a glimpse
of her hairless cunt.  A man - on of the guards from the prison - was
rattling off her characteristics.  At the end of the presentation he
ordered her to turn to her back to the audience and bend forward, giving
them a clear view of the slit between her slender legs.  Relived she
vanished behind the cloth.  Nica was next.  When they all had presented
their skin they had to wait in the small dressing room without being
allowed to speak.  To keep them running they were fed with leftovers from
the kitchen before they were ushered single or in groups of two into the
cabins where the men where waiting.

   Some of them were fat wobbly old grandpas, groping and sweating their
way.  Others hard dangerous thugs with brutal eyes and demeanor.  Some had
to take drugs during the intercourse.  Some just had to suck and fuck in
the ordinary way, others were subjected to fetish sex involving bondage and
submission, something they were used to by now.

   Caro and Patricia were dealt out to Ramon.  He was lying in a light
pants and a shirt on a bed when the girls were pushed into the cabin.  It
was a quite luxurious room with a large window showing nothing but the
glistening sea .  Curiously the girls took it in, finally verifying the
place of their confinement.  Folding his hands behind his head Ramon
grinned at Caro: "Feeling good, puta?" "Asshole", Caro mumbled under her
breath.  "Eh?  I think you still are in need of some correction.  You can
start with sucking me off.  If you do it well enough I may forget your
impudent remark.  You", he pointed at Patricia," you come here." Obediently
the girls took their positions.  Caro knelt down and fished out the
familiar cock from its confinement and tried to grow the limp sausage in
her mouth.  While Caro entertained Ramon downwards Patricia waited at the
head of the bed.  Ramon slightly parted her legs as he ran his hand slowly
up the slim legs toward their junction.  Lifting her short shirt he
inspected her pudenda and black pussy.  "Get out of your shirt", he
ordered. Quickly Patricia discarded her shirt, letting her perfect tits
fall free.  Ramon tested her firmness by pinching the motionless girl into
her sensitive parts.  Apparently he was satisfied for his prick stiffened
considerably.  Then he grabbed her left leg cruelly.  "Come on, get over
me".  He made her kneel over his face, giving him unrestricted view on her
shaven cunt.  "Chupame la verga" , he ordered.  Patricia obeyed without
understanding the word.  She bend down and took over the lubricated cock
from Caro who started to work on his nuts.  Alternatively they worked on
his love tool while Patricia endured the exploring fingers on her slit and
inside her gash.  "Don't make me come", the voice blow her ordered. 
Leaving the sensitive tip she caressed the shaft with her lips before Caro
took over again.  Against her will Patricia's love juices began flow. 
Ramon used them to push two, then three, finally four fingers into her
gradually widening cunt.  Patricia with her mouth full of male meat began
to moan softly.  At the same time Ramon' body started to jerk.  "Buen,
sigue!  Sigue!" he groaned.  The two girls took shifts stimulating his rod
until his body stiffened.  Caroline, who at that time was in command kept
her mouth glued to his tip until the stream subsided.  For several minutes
he lay still while the girls did not dare to move.  Finally he rose,
shaking off the girl still lying on him.  Roughly pulling Pat's head
towards his groin he gave to order to bring him up again.  Alternatively
sucking and licking his limb shaft down to his wrinkled empty balls the
submissive girl worked hard to obey her master.  Caroline decided to help
her by gently licking Ramon's nipples and thighs.  Slowly the limp love
tool was rejuvenated and the youthful sadist fulfilled more of his weird
dreams.  He made the two girls bend over the bed in a sandwich formation,
offering him four female holes one above the other.  Running his hand over
the still moist slits up and down he savored their youthful and firm flesh.
Then he forwarded his prick stiffened by the erotic picture in front of
him. Sampling first the lower blond expectant hole of Caroline he became
inpatient after some strokes and reamed the black rimmed opening of
Patricia.  Both girls kept quiet for fear of reprisals, feeling the warmth
of the naked body for her friend on their skins while they were rocked by
the uncaring thrusts of their oppressor.  After a short time Ramon became
bored with the position and drew out his stick.  Probing the utmost hole
Patricia tried to open up her hole voluntarily as she had been trained. 
Without meeting much resistance Ramon slid past the rosette into the tight
opening.  Caroline heard the suppressed grunts of her friend above her
wondering when Ramon was going to have his way with her.  She didn't need
to wait for long.  The thrusts stopped and the smelly prick slid down to
find his next match.  Now it was Car's turn whimper as her body was invaded
pitilessly.  Before soon Ramon was switching merrily between the now
expanded openings, sliding his rod up and down the rosy furrows and
attacking randomly.  His previous orgasm had increased his threshold so
that he could get the most out of the position.  Finally deciding that he
had enough he selected the most convenient cavity and shot his load into
Caro's tight back hole.  Satisfied he dropped on the bed besides the two
girls and mumbled: " Enough, you can go." Quickly the girls got up and
wanted to leave when they heard the command: "Stop!  First clean mi pito!"
Immediately understanding his Spanish wish they held their noses as they
licked the smelly tube free of the leftover from their union.  Then they
collected their garments and hurried outside.  The guards had been waiting
on a bench near the cabin.  Keyed up by the sounds of the orgy they rushed
the naked girls back into their cabin where they simply bend their victims
over the beds and lifted their crumpled skirts.  Cruelly forcing the legs
of the kneeling woman apart the two men quickly unzipped their flies,
dropped on their knees and without preliminaries shoved their horny cocks
into the abused cunts.  Both girls had resigned into their fate, just lying
side by side with their eyes closed as they were rocked back and forth. 
Thankfully the violators didn't last long.  Having satisfied their lust
they again chased up the exhausted girls, rushed them to the showers and
then left them in their confinement for recuperation.  Caroline and
Patricia were so tired they dropped into their bunks and fell into a fitful
sleep immediately.

   Le Patron was satisfied with the progress.  The merchandise was top
grade, well trained and submissive.  One or two teasers, and he could get a
top price.  A extravagant dinner was set in the dining room of the ship. 
Long and oval, with a table cloth hanging down to the floor, abundant food
from all continents.  Le Patron and his cronies partied and made deals for
hours when suddenly they felt delicate fingers pulling up the cloth and
fingering their zippers.

   The girls had been woken up roughly by the guards.  Half asleep and nude
they were dragged through the gangways to a small cabin.  From a small
trapdoor in the ceiling loud voices and coarse laughter could be heard. 
When they were complete Ramon appeared.  "Escuchad, putas", he barked. 
"You all will climb up through that door." He pointed upwards.  "You will
be below a table.  You will move on to the last available man, open his fly
and give him an expert blowjob.  The last three to give an orgasm will be
given special treatment.  When you have finished zip up and come down."
Abruptly he turned and left.  A guard entered and put a aluminum ladder
against the trap door.  Quietly he opened the door, stepped down and pushed
Kim upwards.  One girl after the other disappeared.  When Caro reached the
door she saw briefly looked around.  Above her was a table, covered with a
heavy cloth which hang down to the floor.  Everywhere shorts with male legs
could be seen.  Quickly she scuttled to the last available pair.  Next to
her Ina had already fished out a limb pale penis and started to blow him
up. Hurriedly Caro followed.  Ignoring the male odor she alternatively
pumped the fuck tool with her hand and mouth, as she had learned.  Next to
her Nica bobbed her mouth like a well oiled piston up and down the already
stiff prick.  Caro closed her eyes and concentrated on her task even so her
imagination drifted to the last remark of Ramon.  What could he mean with
special treatment?  She redoubled her efforts, by carefully licking the
sensitive underside of the rigid prick.  It jerked, gaining more
sensitivity.  Quickly she resumed her work.  Next to her Ina was already
finishing.  The rod in her mouth jerked persistently as she swallowed with
closed eyes.  Behind her Daniela brushed past her, obviously also finished.
Panic gripped Caro.  Was she going to be the last?  Frantically she pumped
the unrelenting rod while she tickled the sensitive slit with her tongue.
Finally the enlarging cap told her that he was going to come.  Clamping her
mouth around the tip she assisted the unseen man in reaching his climax,
hurriedly swallowing the familiar fluid.  Hardly had he finished when she
stored back the still stiff prick, zipped up and turned.  Shit!  Only
Vivien was still working on her task.  Despondently she crawled back to the
trapdoor, in her mouth the familiar taste of male sperm and speculating
about the special treatment.  When she reached the floor Virginie awaited
her.  She just saw the black-haired nude form of Con disappearing through
the door.  Miserably Virginie sat down on the floor, her head hanging down.
Before she could say anything Vivien tumbled down the ladder as two guards
reappeared.  Roughly they pulled up Virginie and took the other two girls
by their arms.  It hurt but they didn't dare to complain.

   They were led to the backstage next to the dining room.  The voices and
laughter of the men could be heard through the curtain.  Three strange
devices were standing in the middle of the room.  When the girls saw them
they began to struggle, trying to get away.  No surprise.  One of the
device consisted of a heavy, wide, padded bar at about waist height.  An
other was composed of a wooden board, about a meter long.  At about its
midpoint was a tubular metal frame, standing perhaps forty centimeters high
and looking a little like a small athletics hurdle.  At either end of the
devices were metal cuffs, clearly intended to restrain the hands and feet.
The position of a further set of large cuffs close to the raised bar made
the design all too clear.  The victim would be forced to kneel or stand
beside the cross bar and then bend down over it.  With her hands and feet
manacled the extra set of cuffs would hold her knees apart ensuring the
maximum exposure for her and the maximum ease for her attacker.  The third
one was the most curious.  It that looked a bit like a pillory that could
be seen in museums on medieval times, torture section, except that this one
was more ornate and of highly finished wood.  Three holes were cut into the
front clamp, a larger for the head and two smaller side ones.  At the base
two manacles were fixed for the feet.

   Easily overcoming their resistance the three girls were fastened to the
devices.  Vivien was tied to the smallest appliance, her face touching the
floor while her behind pointed upwards.  Her red-furred cleavage with the
two holes was clearly visible between her uncomfortably spread thighs and
completely open from behind, ready to be exploited by a man.

   Caro was bent over the padded bar, her wrists chained to rings at either
end of the bar and her neck to a ring directly in its center.  In this
position, she was bent over with her back parallel to the ground, her arms
widely spread, and her weight on her shoulders and arms.  It was not
comfortable, but not intolerable.  Her body was open to assault from
behind, while her head extended over the edge of the bar, unsupported. 
Then she was immobilized by a sort of collar which was tied to the bar,
holding her head upright and her mouth in the right position for oral
assault.

   Blond Virginie was set into the pillory, standing while bent on the
waist.  Her head and hands were secured by the holes of an ornamented
plank. The manacles at its base gripped the ankles and held the legs widely
spread apart ensuring the maximum exposure for her and the maximum ease for
her violator.  Next Daniela was led in and made to kneel nude on a cushion
on the floor next to a basket full of condoms.  After showing her her tools
she was blindfolded for further effect and ordered to lower her head
submissively.

   Then they heard a dark voice speaking up through the curtain: "Dear
friends, I hope you have enjoyed my hospitality and the entertainment." He
waited for the approving cries to cease." At the same time I hope that your
interest in female forms has not fully died away, for I have a last
sampling for you before we start our auction tonight." He paused for
effect. "You all can prove your stamina at three nice objects who failed to
meet our standards and who now have the opportunity to improve their marks.
And now - get ready for ACTION!" With this word the curtain fell and the
horny spectators were presented a view that even the most hardened of these
hard men appreciated.  A gorgeous redhead presented her clean back hole, in
the middle a beautiful nude blonde with full round breasts showed them
their face ready to be mouth-fucked while on the right a striking pale body
only clad in high heels presented her beautiful ass begging for a rough
fuck as her head and hands disappeared behind a polished plank.

   "My friends, these are fine examples of my collection, ready for you. 
But, you may understand that in the interest of the future owners we should
not damage the merchandise.  For this reason I like to ask you to arm
yourselves with these weapons." He pointed to the basket full of condoms
next to Daniela.  "Other than that - help yourselves." Grinning the men
stood up.  It was an occasion too hard to resist.  Among coarse and vulgar
remarks they pulled out their tools and lined up to receive a condom out of
Daniela's able mouth.

   With closed eyes Caro waited for the first intruder to her body.  A warm
rubbery tip moved along her mouth, probing for the entrance.  Submissively
she opened her mouth.  Looking up from her prone position she saw a simple
pair of shorts with a stiff prick emerging out of its fly.  As the unknown
cock was sawing in and out of Caro's immobilized mouth she tried to peek at
the action besides her.  From her awkward position she could only see on
her right how a fat bellied man was shoving his medium sized penis into the
shackled body of Virginie.  He had grabbed her slender hips and was trying
to thrust his rod deep into her soft cavity, making her full breasts quiver
erotically.  A moan from the left made her squint to the left.  An elderly
man with white hair and a deep sun-tan knelt behind Vivien.  Brutally he
shoved his stiff prick at an unusual angel between her twin back cheeks. 
Just as he had fully embedded his rod in Vivien's back channel accompanied
by a high pitched squeal from the powerless girl Caro' sight was blocked as
her oppressor pushed his rod deep into her mouth into her throat and began
to ejaculate.  With closed eyes she felt the hard thing dispense its
contents into the rubber bag.  Hardly had he withdrawn when another penis
found its way into her cavity.  Just as it had started to familiar in-out
game when her back side was equally attacked.  Another penis traced its way
down the valley and plunged forcefully into her closed brown hole.  Now it
was Caro's turn to moan as she tried desperately to open her spinster.  She
choked as the cock thrust her forward and the collar suffocated her. 
Thankfully somebody calmed her oppressor's enthusiasm and the thrusts
ceased.  Prick after prick entered Caro's mouth while she held her eyes
closed and endured groping hands pressing her soft breast flesh.  Some just
stayed for a few teasing thrust while other went the whole way.  Finally
the stream of invading cocks ceased.  Caro opened her eyes.  Beside her a
tanned man was in the final stages of climax, relieving himself into
Virginie.  At the other side Vivien was kneeling alone on her bench, her
dangling breasts still bearing the marks of the mauling hands.  After the
last man had withdrawn from Virginie the curtain was closed again.  As the
girls were unshackled and taken out they just heard their owner speak up
again before the door closed behind tem: "This, my friends, this is just an
idea what will await you after the auction this evening.  In the
meanwhile..."

   After a brief shower the girls were brought back into their room without
a quickie from the guards.

   The Auction The evening brought the excitement in the boat to a peak. 
After a good amount of booze, thrown in heavily by their cunning host, the
thugs and drug barons gathered in the dining room.  There a menu card was
waiting for everyone.

   Caroline, 19, German, 80c-60-82, blond, student Virginie, 20, French,
72c-61-82, blond, actress Consuela, 20, Spanish, 85d-65-86, black, student
Pamela, 22, US, 81c-62-78, blond, college Vivien, 25, English, 81c-61-78,
red, writer Nica, 22, Australian, 80c-60-82, blond, student Kim, 23,
Canadian, 70b-50-72, brunette, student Daniela, 21, US, 69c-55-78,
brunette, college Ina, 20, German, 70b-59-79, brunette, student Patricia,
24, French, 72b-56-84, black, cosmetics representative

   When everyone was in a festive mood Le Patron, dressed in a white jacket
and white slacks stood up and stepped onto the stage.  "My friends, I hope
you are now ready for the great event.  You had time to sample the
merchandise, and I think you agree that the quality of the females that I
am offering today is exceptional.  All of you like their purchases to be
young.  You know I spared no time, effort to train them to be the most
erotic and submissive whores in the world.  To do that I went into a
considerable risk.  Each of the ten females we are offering today have a
figure fine enough to win a beauty contest.  Each of them would look well
as the centerfold of Penthouse Magazine.  This night here is devoted to
partying.  It is a good custom to invite everybody to your latest purchase
to illustrate her abilities; you of course will have the right of the first
encounter.  However, it is completely up to you." He paused.  "I'm running
short of time.  I'll describe the ground rules for our auction.  You have a
brief description of the girls before you; some of them you already know
intimately.  The girls will appear in the order of your menu.  They will
remain beside me here.  The minimum bid for each girl is twelve thousand US
dollars.  You can raise in steps of five hundred dollars.  The transaction
will be done immediately after the auction." Le Patron paused a moment, and
one man raised his hand.  "Yes, George?" "How soon can we get the slave?,"
a man asked.  "Are you in a hurry?" Le Patron asked.  There was a flurry of
laughter.  "Well, I am.  The girl I want I wanta take to my apartment,
ASAP. Do you have any problem with my giving you a check right after I give
the top bid for her?" "Certainly not," Le Patron replied.  "Well, fuck!"
the man said.  "Just deliver her.  Send her up with her hands tied behind
her back." "All right, Silvio.  She'll arrive handcuffed, with the cuffs
fastened to her collar.  Her guard will bring some of our training devices
if you want--vibrators, a prod, and whips.  Will that be satisfactory?"
"Sure, fine." The man sat down.  "Are there any more questions?  No?  Fine,
let's start."

   In the small room behind the stage the nude girls were waiting again. 
Before they had received a hair styling both above and blow the waistline.
Against the common cliché the hairdresser was not gay and took the
opportunity to reap some fringe benefits.  When he left the girls had an
excellent haircut , a trim pubic area, their legs shaven and their cunts
thoroughly researched.  Then Ramon appeared before them.  Ignoring the
hateful looks of Consuela he explained what was expected of them on the
stages.  He did not need to mention the painful consequences of
disobedience.

   First blond Caro was called.  When she appeared on the stage a lustful
moaning and cat whistles were heard.  Everybody remembered her skillful
oral work and dreamt of an encore.  To the music of "8 1/2 weeks" she
erotically pirouetted, lifted her arms and bent over to display her bodily
charms, as ordered.  Her price rose quickly to twenty thousand until she
finally was sold to a South American for twenty-five thousand dollars. 
Then she was ushered back and taken directly to her room.  Virginie came
next.

   As Caro sat alone in her room she contemplated her situation.  She was
sold.  Like a piece of meat.  Now she belonged to a complete stranger, who
could do anything with her, exploit her, use her.  So far she had thought
that was a thing of medieval times.  She started to cry.

   Meanwhile the auction had reached Nica.  The blond Australian danced
nude before a keyed up audience, wildly swinging her long blond hair and
her ample breasts.  An Arab and a Russian drug lord had insisted to haul
down their property for immediate use, so Pamela and Consuela were kneeling
and sucking the turgid poles of their new masters amid the oversexed men
while taking care not to shoot them off.  Accompanied by lewd shouts and
commentaries Le Patron kept his calm.  Calmly he drove up the prize for his
blond dream until the price of the Venezuelan Drug Lord wouldn't be topped.
Smiling he sealed the offer.

   Finally all girls had been sold.  'Almost 700 grand' he thought as
Patricia was sold to a sheik from Qatar.  "Now my friends, it has been an
old and cherished custom to let everybody share our prizes.  However, I
understand that some of you would sample your purchases now - even those
who already shot their guns." The whole room laughed at this silly joke as
Pam's and Con's master hadn't held back when Ina showed them her pink gash.
"Hey, I'll have the first go on my girl!", a Latin American kingpin. 
"Certainly, Jorge, it's your decision.  And if you don't want to join, no
problem.  All I am suggesting is a courtesy to our friends here.  Now, let
me say this: let's meet for dinner and a nice fuck in two hours at ten in
this room.  This will give you ample time to get acquainted to your new
pastime." Amid loud laughter and bawdy remarks the men split up and went to
their rooms.

   Caro had hardly buried her face in the pillow when she was disturbed
again.  Hardly had her door been opened when she was hauled up by two
guards.  Quickly a collar was fixed around her neck, followed by two
wristbands with snap-hooks.  Her wrists were fastened to the collar and she
was marched trough the gangways and pushed into a new cabin.  On the way
she was saw Patricia who was shackled in the same way.  There she sank down
on the bed.  Would she encounter her new master?  She looked around. 
Spacious, even luxurious.  Nice view to the sea.  The sea.  She hadn't seen
it for ages.  Where was she?  The sun was setting and the reddish light was
glittering in the small waves.  "Hey, chica, get up!" a coarse male voice
woke her up from her daydream.  Hastily she got up.  A swarthy man of
medium height and a little fat was standing at the door.  He eyed her up
and down, stared at her shaven crotch and ordered: "Sit down!" Obediently
Caro sat down and mechanically spread her legs, as she was taught.  His
cold eyes were taxing her pink gash and the blond fur above.  Obviously
satisfied he advanced between her legs.  "Chupame la polla"!  he ordered.
Instinctively understanding what he wanted she lowered his shorts with her
teeth and sucked in the emerging semi-hard cock on which she started to
work skillfully.  Not using her chained hands she just could move her head
back and forth, applying gentle suction and suffering his hands on her
head, urging her to take more of his maleness into her mouth.  Just as she
felt his upcoming orgasm he bellowed: "Boca abajo!".  When Caro looked up
not understanding her gave her a stinging blow that sent her sprawling over
the bed.  "On your face", he bellowed as he grabbed her hips and roughly
arranged her body so that she knelt an the floor with her face on the bed.
Then he kicked her legs apart, knelt down and brutally pushed his prick
into her closed cunt.  Only a few pushes, and her channel was flooded with
his come.

   Grunting he got up.  With closed eyes Caro rested on her cheeks as she
felt his sticky fluid run down her thigh.  "Get up!  Wash!" the voice
growled.  Unsteady she got up and staggered to the bathroom.  There she
noticed that her hands were still chained to the collar.  Anxiously she
turned and approached her master.  "Please - the chain".  Grumping he
unshackled her and threw away the wristlets but left her collar.

   The Orgy At ten in the evening the thugs gathered in the auction room.
They were dressed extremely casually, in shorts, tee-shirts or swimming
trunks.  Some dragged their slaves on a leash, other had ordered them to
follow like pets, all naked and their hands cuffed to the collar.  The
girls were gathered near the stage, looking down fearfully.  Le Patron rose
to speak.  "My dear friends, I presume that you have used your time
efficiently to get acquainted with your new companion.  I am sure that all
your wishes were fulfilled and you found nothing wanting.  Now, to
commemorate your reunion I suggested this party to you and I am happy that
all of you followed my invitation.  Certainly you all will still have a
shot in you locker" - coarse laughter interrupted him - "so we all can
enjoy the evening.  Now of course everybody has the first right to his own
slave.  After that you're on your own." Cat calls interrupted him again."
Don't worry, there's no shortage both women or booze.  There is the bar,
and there are - some of my girls I'd like to add for your entertainment."
He motioned to the door and five sluttish looking nude girls in high heels
came in.  They positioned themselves next to the slave girls, smiling
self-confident.  Obviously they were accustomed to this sort of party.  "
Now let the party begin.  Just one rule: Before the hole the harder cock
has the right of way." Laughing the men grabbed the girls.  Some secured
their slaves for another session, the rest just helped themselves with the
available flesh.  Soon the room was filled with the familiar slapping of
skin against skin, the slurping and the groans of sexual activity.  Le
Patron watched the orgy.  Everywhere he saw moving bodies and heads and
slender female legs ending in high heeled shoes.  When on of his sluts had
finished her job he beckoned her to take care of his hard-on.  Without
hesitation the young girl with black hair, olive skin and a shaven pussy
knelt between his legs and began to expertly suck his cock, slightly
spreading her legs for effect.  Savoring the pleasant feeling between his
legs he looked around.  The table was in heavy demand.  At least four girls
were lying on her back with their legs high in the air, rocking back and
forth.  On the right, the red-haired girl (what was her name?) was
bracketed by two Latin American cocks, using her mouth and cunt while she
kept her eyes closed.  On the stage one of his sluts was stretched out on
her back, her head hanging over the edge of the stage while a naked Russian
was obviously enjoying the oral ministrations of her eagerly sucking mouth
as his thick white cock slid in and out between her tightly ovalled lips.
The blonds were in especially heavy demand.  Before the Australian's
widespread legs two men had gathered, one fucking her blond pussy, the
other caressing her blond pubic area.  As the brunette girl next to her
became available, he immediately pushed his inflated cock into her to ease
the tension while still fingering the white body.

   The pillory also had come into use.  A pale Russian Mafioso had his
girl, the black-haired French, put into the pillory.  The cuffs at her feet
kept her legs wide apart so that everybody could see the eager cock driving
in and out of its pink sheath.  When the familiar tickling started Le
Patron pushed away his toy and staggered over to his buddy Jorge who was
sitting in a seat, his maleness deeply embedded in his Canadian slave's
body.  Stroking his shaft he poked his mate:" Hey Jorge, my I use her ass?"
As a answer Jorge reclined, taking the body of his toy with him and
exposing her puckered rear opening.  Crouching Le Patron rammed his wildly
pulsating cockhead against the defenseless little anal orifice.  He pushed
hard using all the strength of his muscular legs to enter the tight
channel. Kim gave a subdued sob but said nothing.  After a few thrusts he
came with a loud grunt.  After satisfying his needs he got up and walked
around.  Briefly he stopped to let an unoccupied female mouth clean him off
and went out naked to enjoy the peaceful Mediterranean sea.  A slight
breeze was blowing.  Right next to him one of his putes was screwing a
fat-bellied Russian.  She was leaning with her belly on the railing, her
fat globes swinging freely over the glittering water, while the Russian
between her spread legs accompanied every push with a grunting 'da'. 
Watching the erotic picture of the moonlight shining on the sweating,
dancing bodies reactivated his senses and he returned to the orgy.  The
scene had changed.  Most men had had their orgasm and were sitting
together, gossiping, drinking and making deals.  The girls were made to
kneel between their legs and rejuvenate their spend cocks.  Only around the
prostate body of Consuela a sort of contest had begun.  The sheer sexuality
and horniness of that girl was astonishing.  So five men had come together
who had already spent themselves once and took her service.  Three men took
her holes while the other two let her wank their half-inflated pricks.  The
bet was who would get it off first.  Le Patron ignored them and joined the
talk, ordering one of his whores for his own pleasure.

   After an hour the most impatient men came up with an new idea.  The
slaves were sent to take a quick shower and then had to show their skills
in floor dancing.  Caro, Ina, Consuela, Patricia and Pamela were lifted up
the table and danced and gyrated to some dance music.  However, after short
time the interest of the spectators waned.  The had already used their
bodies too much.  Instead they came up with some more arcane games.  The
girls were made to lie down on the table, her heads hanging over the edge.
The men went around, sticking their smelly pricks into the open mouths and
fucking their by now very experienced openings.  Five pushes were allowed
before the men had to move on.  Those who came had to leave.  Finally a
Russian mobster won, grinning he let Patricia caress his red tip until he
gave up his willpower and let a tiny stream of white fluid fill her mouth.
Slowly the orgy ended out of sheer exhaustion.  The men gathered their
property and returned to their cabins, probably for a good recreational
sleep.

   Departure Next morning saw them leave.  They climbed abord their yachts
or left by helicopter, their new prizes in tow.  Some very careful left the
shipment to Le Patron, for a considerable fee of course.  Caro sent a long
sad look to her friends she would never see again.  She was dead tired as
she had spend the night lying atop her owner, her wrist bound behind her
back and his penis in her mouth, with strict orders to bring him off orally
when he would have a hard-on during his sleep.  This had happened twice
that night, forcing her to strain her head uncomfortably as she worked on
his erection until he finally emptied his tiny load.  By now she
automatically had swallowed the sprinkle.  The good thing was that he was
too spent in the morning to make any further use of her body.

   "Aah ...  aah ....mmh...mmmhh ....  ah ...  ah ...  oh ...  oh ...  oh
...  oh ...  more ...  mmmmhh" Back in Berlin Thomas was happily screwing
his new girl, a well-shaped brunette with long hair and an uninhibited
desire for his sexual administrations.  After the mysterious disappearance
of Caro he had tried to follow her traces, only to run into dead ends.  The
police turned out to be disinterested, mildly suggesting that she had found
another lover.  In the end the gave up, finding another willing partner for
his demanding prick.  Only briefly he thought of the writhing body of Caro
as the girl below him shook and shriek under his unrelenting thrusts.