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Prison (FF-teens, nc, v)
by Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk>
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Disclaimer: A VERY short story by Spoonbender. This story contains no
sex, very little violence, a bit of humiliation and non consensual
fondling. It sounds pretty vanilla I know but it ain't, honest!
This is all total fabrication. Copyright by Spoonbender can be copied
and distributed freelly but not commercially as long as it remains
intact and isn't changed in any way. Post your views on it. Who knows?
maybe I'll write the full length version if you think its worth it.
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It was a wild holiday!
Two girls away from home on their own.
18, beautiful and on their first trip abroad. Hot nites, dusky,
beautiful men. Wasp waisted and tight butted. Lust and Romance.
The hired car, the two male hitchikers. Handsome young men. Who ducked
out of the car when they saw the Police roadblock in the distance.
The car-search. The colt 45 and the detonators, pushed down the back
of the seat.
The trial! terrorism was rife. Must set an example to foreign
terrorists. Teach them not to come here. Ten years! ten years
or........one year in Playas de Meurte prison. Their choice. Hurry now
make your choice. One year or ten? Why? No time to explain, make your
choice. One, of course, but why? You'll see! One year, it can't be
that bad can it? Better than ten surely........?
The tall blond girl walked with a faintly haughty air. Head held back,
shoulders straight. Long bedenimmed legs, striding purposefully. Large
green eyes, a shadow of fear, looking, looking. Seeing the unpainted
walls, the hard eyes. The warders. The bars, the cage, the prison.
Her friend, smaller, wide eyed and pretty, dark hair, Italianate.
Classical roman beauty. Noo Yawk Roman.
"Stand right there" said the Senior Guard, indicating the line.
They obeyed, what else could they do?
"Strip!". They didn't move. "STRIP!" He cracked his hand flat on the
battered wooden desk which barely concealed his bulk. "...Or we'll do
it for you"
Slowly the girls started to pull off their clothes. The blond was
gorgeous, a long lean body, bouncy but firm breasts, a slightly
unusual face like she was in the midst of a mild, but permanent scowl.
The composure slipping away with her clothes.
The dark haired one, slightly smaller, slightly fleshier, but pretty.
Oh so pretty! delectable, unattainable, immensely fuckable. Shaking in
fear, fingers having difficulty in controlling recaltriant buttons.
One the body, the other the looks. Body and Looks. Together they would
have made the composite perfect woman. Alone they were still
desirable. Especially for 1200 men, most of whom hadn't seen a woman
for many a year.
Naked they trembled before the Guard and his sniggering henchmen. One
girl with anger the other with shame. Handcuffs were clicked onto
their wrists which were then hauled above their heads on pulleys that
bespoke years of constant use. Legs spread apart, tied to brooms,
their privates no longer private.
"You can't do this to us, you shit. We're American Citizens"
The crack of a hand across a soft, downy cheek. Echos in the barren
room. Long blond hair flying.
"Pthuw! You are terrorist shit! You kill mothers and babies. You're
mine now, I do what I want"
Then a clash of keys and a section of the bars swung open to admit a
group of rough looking men. Eyes roving over their vulnerably open
bodies, the girls endured. Hands hefting breasts, fingers sliding into
rectums, vaginas, mouths. A constant bombardment of probing digits
over squirming, sweating, fearful bodies. Catcalls, body odour, foul
breath and grimey hands. Hands everywhere. The girls endured. In
shame.
The Senior Guard pointing and shouting. Men outshouting each other.
The exchange of money. The girls being lowered and their keys handed
over to the successful bidder. Humiliation and outright fear as they
were manhandled through the bars into the heart of the prison. The
Senior guard's taunts fading as they were dragged into the filthy
hellhole.
"Don't worry terroristas, the guards won't bother you. We don't come
into the prison, we're not crazy, so you can have at much fun as you
want. Ha Ha. Many men will love you. Every day..........You should
have taken the ten years!"
The nightmare had begun.
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FOOTNOTE: I'm looking for a lady who enjoys my type of writing and who
is prepared to collaborate with me on future stories. You will
naturally share the credit, such as it is. If you are her and you want
to help weave your own fantasy. Then please email me.
Spoonbender