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Chaos
by Cloivey (u_xsiteme@hotmail.com)

***

An everyday couple is thrust into a cruel world of 
slavery when the cruise ship they are on is taken over 
by terrorists. (M+/F, nc, rp, v, tor)

***

Chapter 1

"If only I could understand what the fuck they were 
saying!" I thought. The commotion in the room was 
chaotic. The sounds yelling, animal like screams, 
chairs and tables being overturned and moved around 
filled the room. We stood straight without moving a 
muscle. 

"Are you still beside me? ARE YOU STILL BESIDE ME?" I 
yelled over the noise. 

"Yes!" she answered. "What is going on Don? what is 
happening?" she asked with a fear filled voice. 

Having been married to her for 20 years, I knew in an 
instant that Melissa was beginning to panic. Wishing I 
could move my arms, just to hold her close to me, I 
turned my head toward the ceiling in an effort to see 
underneath my blindfold.... nothing but blackness.

It had been no more than twenty minutes since they 
stormed the dining room on the ship. The melancholy 
tunes from the band were disrupted in an instant by the 
sounds of gunfire and screaming. Voices, maybe German 
or Russian barked orders in the chaos. There must have 
been forty or more, all armed, funneling into the room. 
After the initial shock, which lasted about 40 seconds, 
an English speaking gentleman in a jumpsuit of some 
sort addressed the startled gathering. 

"Remain docile mates, and no harm will come to anyone. 
We will handle our business and be gone straight away." 

"Who the fuck are you?" a voice rang out from the 
front. A single shot rang out and pandemonium broke 
loose again. Two more shots were fired into the air as 
the man yelled above the commotion. "SILENCE...OUR 
DEMANDS ARE SIMPLE!" A young woman sobbed 
uncontrollably at the front of the crowd as three of 
the assailants drug the body of a young man, apparently 
shot in the head, past us all and out the front 
entrance. 

I could see an older woman and two gentlemen trying to 
comfort her. At his command, we all were told to leave 
our tables and move to the nearest wall. Each exit was 
guarded by no less than 3 armed rebels and dozens more 
moved throughout the area. As Melissa and I moved 
toward the wall, everyone was forced to face the wall. 
As we positioned ourselves along the wall, I could see 
that more rebels were bringing in patrons and staff 
members from other parts of the ship. We stood in 
silent shock for what seemed like an hour, staring at 
the oak and velour walls of the dining hall. 

Orders in English and the strange language were being 
barked throughout the facility. I glanced down briefly 
while speaking quietly to Melissa, I could see the fear 
in her eyes. "Just be calm girl.... everything is going 
to be OK." I assured her. Not knowing that my words 
could not have been further from the truth.

 Once the crowd grew much larger, as we could feel 
people being forced to line up behind us. Whispers 
filled the room as the new arrivals were warned about 
the heartless killing of the young man. A loud voice 
yelled toward the front of the room in the strange 
language. Then another answered and they conversed for 
several seconds. 

"Oh my god, they are going to strip us," a voice 
whispered behind us to no one in particular. "What!?" 
came another whisper. "They are speaking in German, 
they want all of the captives stripped and removed of 
jewelry," he quipped.

 "Thank you for your patience," the English voice 
roared. "You have all been most cooperative, and our 
mission is quickly scaling down. At this time, each of 
you will have 30 seconds to remove all of your clothing 
and place it in pile for collection at your feet." 

"WHAT?" came a voice directly behind me and to my left. 
The ensuing gun shot reverberated through my body, 
nearly knocking me into the wall. Melissa screamed and 
covered her ears as fear and gasps filled the room. To 
my right, I could see the fresh blood splattered on the 
back of the man to my right. A large amount also found 
its way to the velour covering on the wall. 

"You now have 25 seconds!" bellowed the voice. The room 
was filled with the senseless rustle of people quickly 
removing their clothes. "Please help me.... please 
unzip me sir," came a nervous whisper. Throughout the 
room people crying and whispering for help with 
clothing items could be heard. No one wanted to be the 
next victim. 

As I slid my underwear off and placed it upon my 
clothes, Melissa had tears in her eyes as she released 
the bra strap from between her sunburned breasts, 
letting it fall as she slid her panties down her legs, 
using her right foot to place them on top of her 
sundress and shoes. Laughter and other remarks could be 
heard from our captors as they mingled in the center of 
the room. 

Melissa crossed her arms over her large breasts and 
hung her head in shame. I could only imagine what the 
rebels were looking at. Having been married for so 
long, I knew every angle of her forty year old body. An 
ex-cheerleader and gymnast, she was only 5 feet tall. 
She had put on a few pounds over the years, but stayed 
in shape with weekly workouts and chasing our three 
children around. The anticipation of this anniversary 
cruise had sent her daily to the tanning bed and double 
time at the gym. Her bouncy bottom was highlighted 
white from the bathing suit she wore. Rage built inside 
of me knowing these men were looking at her.

"Very nice, well done," the voiced echoed. "Remain calm 
while our comrades tend to you." Facing the wall I 
could here strange beeping noises coming from around 
the room. 

In a matter of moments, a hand was placed on my 
shoulder and I was abruptly turned around. A young man 
picked up my clothes and placed them in a burlap bag 
held by one of his mates while another man ran a metal 
detector over my body. My wedding band was the only 
thing I had on, and it was quickly removed and placed 
in an emptied out punch bowl from the buffet. 

As the man turned Melissa around, the other two smiled 
and made a foreign comment as the young one pulled her 
arms from her breasts so the detector could be run 
along her body. As the older one tried to place the 
unit between her tightly clenched legs, the one 
collecting her clothing smacked her ass and quipped 
"Spread!" 

As Melissa shamefully spread her legs, laughter and 
commotion broke out across the room. The attendants 
with us tuned to take in the action as a young lady 
apparently had nipple rings and her labia pierced. 
Tears streamed down her face as she clenched her eyes 
shut while one of the rebels removed the rings from her 
nipples. 

Laughing, another nudged him out of the way as he 
dropped to his knees and began removing the item from 
her shaved privates. The poor girl must have been only 
eighteen or so, and she winced and jumped each time he 
made a movement to free the jewelry. Laughing, the 
rebels turned back to us. One of them began removing 
Melissa's earrings and necklace, while the other took 
her wedding band, watch, and bracelets. 

I bit my upper lip as the man with detection device 
stared directly at her with a smirk while moving the 
wand across her neatly trimmed vagina. "Nothing.... 
hmmm, nothing down 'der for 'da pretty woman?" She 
hopped and let out a quip as he popped her pussy lips 
with the wand and moved on. 

Humiliated, we turned around to face the wall again 
while the task continued throughout the room. An 
occasional outburst of laughter and yelling could be 
heard from time to time and the captors found something 
they thought amusing. We were there, being treated like 
dirt, naked and vulnerable. I am sure others felt as I 
did, any effort to be heroic or confrontational, went 
into the bag with my clothes.

After what seemed an eternity, another announcement 
blared out. "If you are a couple, and wish to remain 
together, grab your partners hand and hold it in the 
air." Nervously, I reached for Melissa's hand, but not 
before she had grabbed my wrist and forced it over her 
head. "Keep the hands raised mates.... you have been 
very understanding so far." I heard commotion and 
shuffling as the rebels began moving people around. 

Quickly, a man grabbed our arms and pulled us backward. 
He separated our hands and pushed us face to face. 
Melissa's head came only to the bottom of my chest on 
my 6'2' frame. Forcefully our hands were pulled behind 
our backs and fastened with large zip ties. A black 
material was wrapped around our eyes. As the lights 
went out for me, the last thing I saw was the other man 
beginning to wrap Melissa's eyes. Suddenly I felt a 
pair of hands break the bond between my stomach and 
Melissa's breasts. 

"Nooooo," she silently cooed as I felt the hands 
jiggling her tits for a second. "Good? No? heir baby?" 
he quipped. As the hands broke free, I could then feel 
her crotch being forcefully pushed into me with a 
slapping sound. The way she jumped I knew the bastards 
had just popped her bottom for spite. I almost felt 
like crying I was so enraged.... and completely 
helpless. 

Not long afterward, sharp cries started filling the 
room, and then a nauseous smell soon followed. Like 
clockwork, the yelps moved their way around Fear rushed 
through by body as I had know way of knowing what the 
hell was happening. Soon, I heard the captives near the 
couple standing next us. 

"Two, Six, two, six," I heard just before he, and then 
she, let out a cry. "Now I was almost trembling, and 
though my legs were weak from standing for what seemed 
like hours, I was still able to support Melissa as her 
tear stained face pressed against me. The sweat from 
her breasts and my stomach caused us to momentarily 
slip off each other, but we quickly regained our 
position. Standing, face to face, stripped, 
blindfolded, with our hands bound behind us. "Two, 
seven, two, seven," I heard as my hands were grabbed 
from behind. 

Suddenly I let out a low groan as the top of my left 
hand was seared with unbearable heat. "What is it Don? 
what happened? OWW GOD!" she shrieked. Then she began 
crying as we were turned around an placed into chairs 
facing the front of the room.


Chapter Two


Suddenly, amidst the commotion, I felt someone rush 
past me. "Don! Don! No! DON?" I heard Melissa as she 
was being taken from her chair. "SILENCE!!" Oh god 
owwwwww!" her voice disappeared into the madness. I 
could others screaming for each other, loud orders 
resounding through the dining room. After what seemed 
like an hour or more, I was jerked up by my wrists, 
forcing me off the chair and my face downward I was led 
stumbling to my feel. 

As we moved forward in the darkness, I could feel the 
carpet beneath my feet become cold concrete and the 
night air rushed over my body. I was herded in what 
seemed like a boat with bench seats. Other naked bodies 
were placed beside. After a few moments, a command was 
given and the vessel lurched forward into the sea. I 
knew the boat could not have been too large, as I felt 
the cool night ocean spray hit me time and time again.

"Do you know what the hell is going on?" a man 
whispered beside me. 

"No," I answered.

"They took my wife, they took my damn wife!" he 
hoarsely beckoned. 

"Mine too man, mine too."

"What the hell do the numbers mean?" I asked. Noticing 
that he had one burned on his left hand. 

"They match you with your wife or partner from the 
ship," he exclaimed, barely looking up from his fetal 
position crouch on the concrete floor. "Where is my 
wife... where the fuck did they take her?" 

"No telling," came a voice from across the room. 

"When can we get out of here... and can anyone speak 
English other than us?" I wondered. "The United States 
refuses to give in to the cowardly acts of terrorism. 
Our stance will not be altered by acts of lone 
terrorists. Our hearts and prayers are with the 
captives, and we will take whatever means necessary to 
ensure their safe return. Unfortunately, giving in to 
their demands is not an option for Americans." 

"What the fuck did you say?" 

"Here, read it yourself, the guard gave it to me this 
morning, laughing the whole time." He slid the 
newspaper toward me and rolled back over on his cot. As 
I read it, I could not believe the country would let 
Americans be held hostage by some outside force. 

"SEVENTY FOUR! SEVENTY FOUR," came the broken English 
voice bellowing from down the hall. "I am seventy four, 
down here, I am seventy four!" shouted the man across 
the hall. Rushing to the bars, naked and dirty. 

"Ahhhh, Meester seventy four, open 'da cage," he 
ordered. The man was led out of the cell and into the 
hall where his hands were shackled behind him. "Come 
wit us Meester Seventy four." As he was led down the 
hall, all of us pressed our faces to the bars. "How the 
fuck does he get out?" "What the hell can we do?"

As they opened the cell doors, we were shackled 
together by our ankles and led down the damp dark 
hallway toward a single door with a small pane of glass 
that let the sun beam in. It was the first sunshine I 
had seen in what seemed like a week. Once through the 
door, I squinted to protect my eyes from the light. I 
could barely see as we were led into a courtyard. 

Single file we were placed on bleachers. It was 
definitely an abandoned prison of some kind. But where? 
The trees on the outside hung over like a large green 
sheet and came right up to the fence. The courtyard was 
mainly black clay with patches of grass and weeds. 
Suddenly, they appeared, walking single file across the 
fence. They were not shackled or restrained in any way. 
Completely nude they moved silently into the bleachers 
across the courtyard from us. "Where is Melissa.... 
where the hell is she?" I wondered as I strained into 
the sun light at the women. 

"No one, no one will speak, came order from a large 
black man walking to the center of the courtyard. "Any 
words, and you die, right here, right now." His words 
bounced off me as I strained to find Melissa. THERE!! 
Seated half way up, my Melissa! Our eyes met, her eyes 
were deep and sunken, her hair, usually finely tuned, 
was laying across her cheekbones straight down. Tears 
filled our eyes and she looked shamefully away from me.

As her head dropped, I could see her beginning to cry, 
her breasts heaving in the mass of flesh that 
surrounded her. "We require that all orders be 
followed... ALL ORDERS!" barked the black man. He 
looked to the crowd of women. Pointing to crowd, a 
guard grabbed a young woman by the hair and led her the 
center of the courtyard. Her shapely body quivered as 
he forced her to her knees. 

The large man reached down and grabbed her left hand. 
"Seventy four does not like to play by the rules. She 
does not like to do what she is told!" He chortled. 
Then, from a room adjacent to the complex, a door 
opened and a shackled man was led in. His eyes lit up 
as he saw the woman kneeling on the dirt. His mouth was 
gagged, but you could tell he wanted to run and hold 
her. Despite his freshly shaven head, we all knew who 
he was, number seventy four.

 Two guards picked her up from the ground and held her 
steadfast as he was led in. His entire body had been 
shaved. A portly man pushing some type of mechanics 
cart trailed them. As the guards held her tears filled 
her eyes as they fastened his hands an feet to a metal 
X in the courtyard. He looked around confused, 
struggling with his gag as the portly man pushed the 
cart in front of him. 

While the man pulled cables from the cart, the large 
black man walked up behind the confused man and with a 
quick jerk, completely tore his left ear from it's 
mooring. Gasps and shrieks came from the crowd as he 
walked over and forced the ear into the mouth of the 
restrained girl. Shivering and weeping, she begged for 
forgiveness. "I'm sorry Trent," she tried to mutter 
with the bloody ear hanging from her mouth, "I'm 
sorry." Moaning into his gag, all the man could do was 
to look at her through tear stained eyes. 

Once the portly gentleman had fastened wires to his 
nipples, head and testicles, the black man began to 
speak. "Once again, we have no room for disobedience. 
Mrs. Seventy four will learn to be a good girl today. 
TEACH HER!" he blurted. 

With that the man flipped a switch and the captives 
eyes rolled up in his head. The girl sobbed and looked 
downward only to have the guard rip her head upward by 
the hair. The bloody ear fell out and was quickly 
forced into her mouth again. As the current ran through 
him, he vibrated ferociously against the metal posts. 
Spit began pouring from his gag and urine and feces ran 
from his body. 

The smell of burning flesh filled the arena and both 
men and women wept at the horrible sight. After several 
minutes of turning the switch on and off, the smoking 
gent hung unconscious. Throwing water on his face, the 
little man grinned as the prisoners eyes opened The 
large man walked to the mortified woman and took the 
ear from her mouth and threw into the crowd of shocked 
women. As the wires sere unhooked from the man, he was 
barely conscious as he stared at his wife. 

The 'professor' and the black man walked over and took 
a seat On command, the two guards securing the woman 
left her side and jogged in unison toward a large 
wooden door that allowed entrance into the yard from 
the outer wall. Opening the door, you could see at 
least twenty or more men standing outside. These men, 
and some boys, were obviously civilians. They were 
clothed in a variety of t-shirts and tank tops, jeans, 
shorts, common attire. 

I noticed that several of them had spiked hair cuts, 
dyed any combination of colors from purple to yellow. 
Several had multiple piercings along their faces. As 
one of the guards spoke to them, you could see them 
beginning to get excited. Some even began jumping up 
and down in unison in a type of chant. At that moment, 
the guard moved out of the way allowing the group 
passage into the courtyard. The howling race was on 
toward the young woman who dropped to her knees for 
only a brief second before the pack was on her. Her 
cries were quickly drowned out by the yelling of the 
tyrants. 

They fought amongst themselves to get at her. Several 
tried to drag her away from the pack by her leg, while 
others fought to take the prize into a different 
direction. Looking across at Melissa and the others, 
most of them sobbed while many buried their faces in 
their hands. After a several minutes, it was obvious 
which men an boys would enjoy Mrs. Seventy Four first. 

As a group of about ten furiously went after the woman, 
roles would switch as some would restrain her while 
others had their way with her ravaged body, pawing and 
pulling at her breasts and hair, biting her exposed 
body, it resembled a pack of wolves on a fresh kill. 

A group that was obviously not first in line, moved 
away from her and began moving toward the terrified 
women seated across from us. My heart began pounding as 
I watched them point and yell into the group, I feared 
that my sweet Melissa would fall prey to the crazed 
gang. 

A sharp order barked from the large black man echoed 
throughout the space and hesitantly they made their way 
back toward the middle, away from the women. Seemingly 
bored while their mates ravaged the young lady, they 
turned their attention toward the bound and 
semiconscious husband. His head dangling, as tears 
mixed with blood ran down his face.

He surely was completely defeated after his physical 
ordeal, only to watch his lovely bride ravished by the 
band of punks. She seemed almost unconscious now, only 
a few quips could be heard as the group repositioned 
her nearly lifeless body according to the wishes of the 
next assailant. 

As they converged on him, they began thrusting fists 
into his stomach and groin. They would laughingly move 
the others from him as they would take turns getting a 
running start and kicking his dangling balls and cock. 
The group would then cheer and hold their hands above 
their heads as to signal

"Goal," in their barbaric game of soccer. 

For more than an hour we were forced to watch the 
hideous games. Some of the boys could not have been 
more than 13 years old, dancing around the plaza, 
moving from him to her. The last 20 minutes or so, we 
were silently relieved that both of the victims had 
fallen into a state of unconsciousness, her battered 
body was dragged around and assaulted directly in front 
of us, as well as the women. 

Our fears now were that one, maybe both were dead. A 
shrill whistle pierced the air, the group slowly 
started to gather their belongings and move toward the 
exit door. During the exit, several of them made a 
deliberate pass in front of the women, calling at them 
and grabbing themselves in lewd fashion. I could see 
Melissa, she had her head buried in her hands. My heart 
was breaking as I tried to fathom how quickly the lives 
of a stock broker and an elementary school teacher 
could be turned completely upside down. 

If only it were a dream. My thoughts were broken by the 
sight of the guards pulling the unconscious man down, 
and laying him beside his equally incoherent wife. Her 
poor body was covered in bite marks and splotches of 
red and blue markings. Blood trickled from all of her 
orifices. Cruelly, the guards placed them face to face, 
and draped their arms across other, making them appear 
innocently enjoying each other in bask of a sunny beach 
or an intimate moment together. 

"As this young man and woman found out, there aren't 
any 'NO's', in this camp. Only yeses! The inability of 
any of you to perform as requested will result in us 
spending another beautiful day in the courtyard 
watching you and yours learning the art of obedience," 
the large black man bellowed. "I am sure that Mrs. 
Seventy four will rethink her devotion to Mr. Seventy 
four before she refuses another request. Just as I am 
sure we will have no trouble getting Mr. Seventy four 
to comply with any needs we may have of him." 

Slowly, we were led back into the dark halls of the old 
prison. Melissa and I stared blankly at each other as 
we were herded into separate directions, nude, ashamed 
and full of fear.
 

Chapter 3


The days dragged on, hot, long, all of wondering what 
our country was doing to help us. We were allowed a 
community shower each day, and served at least two, 
sometimes three meals. I, as others, spent each hour 
wondering about my lovely wife, where was she, how was 
she being treated? None of our guards spoke any English 
to us, whether or not they could, we did not know. But 
any chance of gathering information about our plight 
seemed fruitless. 

By design, each time we were led back into the 
chambers, we were sporadically placed in one cell at a 
time. Different men, usually seven to ten, stayed 
together in one cell, sharing a bathroom connected to 
each rear wall. You hoped that the luck of the draw 
would place you in a cell with someone you had come to 
know during the day before. With each person, came a 
different and unique answer to our plight. 

One gentleman who was much older than I, let me know 
that he could speak German, and all of the women were 
being held at a separate location. He was sure that 
some of them were being raped. My heart sank. "What the 
fuck!? What the fuck?" I muttered as I sank to my 
knees. The thought of my beautiful wife being used by 
some other bastard burned in my gut like acid. 

"Did you notice that Terry was gone?" he asked me. 

"Terry?" I shot back confused. "Yes, I think he was 
number 64, very young guy with the large tattoo across 
his lower back." I did remember him now, though not by 
name or number. "Where is he?" I mused.

"Not sure, but I was locked down with him two nights in 
a row and he said he was going to be allowed to see his 
wife." 

"SEE HIS WIFE, HOW?" 

"Not sure, but one of the guards had talked to him 
about arranging it." 

"I have also noticed several others are missing, I am 
trying to make mental notes on as many faces or 
signifying marks like tattoos or birth marks as I can," 
he answered. There are several of them that I have not 
seen in a few days, some as long as a week."

"Twenty seven," he smiled at me as he grabbed my hand 
as I took my plate from him. "AYE, TWENTY SEVEN!" he 
laughed as he held my hand upward toward a small group 
of guards already seated and eating their meal. 

"OOH, twenty seven!" one of the other guards answered 
while looking at me. 

"AYE!" shouted another, gathering laughs from his 
comrades as he cupped his hands in front of his chest 
as if holding water balloons against them. "Twenty 
seven, OWW! EEE! OWW! EEE! OWW!" the third one laughed 
while squinting his eyes and trying to do his best 
female voice. 

My blood rushed to my head as they broke out in 
laughter. He pulled my hand toward him and whispered 
"Want to see twenty seven, aye?" My head was rushing 
with anger, I stared blankly at him unable to speak. 
"Twenty seven, No?" he calmly asked again. 

"Yes, yes I want to see her," I whispered. 

"Good, good man, we make you see twenty seven, now go 
eat." He smiled.

I jumped as I woke, the hand on my shoulder pushed me 
back down. "Shhhhh, come, we help you see twenty 
seven," the voice whispered. As I stumbled nude from 
the cell, two other guards stood by waiting to secure 
the door behind me. I followed him without saying a 
word, I could hear the other guards fall in behind us. 
Down the corridor, we entered the community shower and 
restroom. 

A guard was standing in the middle of the floor holding 
a bucket and a mop. "All clean, dis all clean," he 
ordered as he handed me the pale. "Start dare!" he said 
pointing to the shower. The other guards left as he sat 
on the sink and lit a cigarette. He said nothing during 
the hour or so I cleaned the stinking bathroom and 
shower. Sweat poured of my nude body as he sat silently 
and watched me grovel in the filth. 

The silence was broken by the entrance of the other 
guards. They spoke to each other in German for a few 
seconds. "Come, you and bucket too," one ordered. I 
rose, gathered the mop, sponges and bucket and followed 
him down the hall. After about fifty feet, the two 
guards trailing us moved ahead and unlocked a large 
double door. Passing through the door, I could hear 
what seemed to be a television and voices. 

Laughter and yelling came from behind the first door I 
passed. Pushing me into the second door, I could see 
that I was in another bathroom, though much smaller, it 
was much nicer. I figured that this area must be guard 
area, since I had seen them come in and out of the 
large door on occasion when we were being fed or led 
outside. 

"Clean too," he snapped, pointing to the stalls. The 
others spoke and left as he watched me begin to clean 
the stools and urinals. I could hear plenty more voices 
and laughing coming from the other rooms as toiled 
away. Once finished with urinals and stools, I stood 
and looked at him while stretching my aching knees. 

He said nothing but pointed toward two shower stall 
across the room. As I approached the stalls and pulled 
back the curtain on the first one, my gut lurched 
toward my throat. There was feces spread all over the 
walls and splotched on the floor. A large hose with a 
shit stained nozzle dangled from the wall. Glancing 
back at him, he only smiled and took a drag off his 
cigarette. I cut the water on and began using the 
nozzle to rinse the shit from the wall and down the 
drain. I had been working for about 10 minutes when the 
door burst open and the room filled with voices and 
music from the back door. 

The guard yelled something at the entrants, they yelled 
back and began laughing. He came to the stall and 
grabbed me by the arm. "Up!" as he pulled me to my 
feet. As he pulled me around and out of the shower, my 
eyes met another prisoner, I had been celled with him 
at least once before and we had eaten a meal together. 
I remember him telling me that he and his wife were 
from Alabama and were on the cruise with two other 
couples. He cast his shameful glance toward the floor 
as I was pulled from the stall and told to kneel 
against the back wall. 

Two men, were behind him, one with longer hair that did 
not resemble a guard, and another pale, heavy man with 
orange hair. As they pushed him into the stall, I was 
able to glance into the other room as the door closed. 
It was brightly lit and filled with people, some in 
various stages of undress. I heard a deep grunting 
coming from the room. I say no females, but did think I 
heard a female voice cackle. "Mark.... Mark," was his 
name I remembered as he disappeared into the stall with 
one of the men. I heard the water come on as the heavy 
man stood outside the shower and moved his naked body 
toward me. 

"Uhhhhhh.... uhhhhhhh," I could hear from inside the 
stall as the fat, orange haired man saddled up beside 
me and ran his hand through my hair. "NINE!" shouted 
the guard at him. "Nine?" whimpered the man as he took 
his hand off me and moved back toward the shower. He 
asked his partner something and got an answer that made 
the guard laugh. 

After some more groaning, I could hear the sound of 
water spraying against the floor, coupled with wet 
gaseous farting noises. I knew that an enema was being 
administered. The smell of soap soon covered the shit 
smell as I could hear the German voice speaking to 
Mark. I heard no reply from him. Once the water 
stopped, Mark was led out of the shower and thrown a 
towel by the guard. He made sure our eyes did not meet 
as the dried himself off while the fat man ran his 
hands over his wet body with delight. 

Soon, the door was opened, the noise filled the room, 
and Mark was led back inside. The guard quickly smiled 
at me and pointed to the now shit covered stall I had 
just cleaned. Once I had it cleaned, he ordered me to 
follow him out the door we entered. I emptied the water 
pale and rinsed off the shit covered mop and sponges in 
a large sink in a dimly let closet. Upon finishing, he 
reached over my shoulder, pointing at some trash bags 
stacked on a shelf. Unsure, I reached up and grabbed a 
bag. 

"More!" he blurted. I grabbed a handful just as he cut 
off the light and led me out. Once in the hallway, he 
walked past the bathroom to the door where the crowd 
was. Two or three loud knocks gained him entry. "All 
trash," he muttered as he pointed into the room and 
shoved me in. Once inside, my heart dropped. It was 
filled with people and music. Several of them seemed to 
be guards, but the majority were not familiar to me. 

I felt several eyes upon me as I walked in and a 
smiling guard pointed to a large trash container in the 
corner. As I moved along the wall toward the corner, I 
could see that Mark was on his knees with his mouth 
working the hard cock of one of the civilians. Two more 
stood beside him waiting their turn as an older, thin 
woman had Marks hair in her hand pushing his head onto 
the cock. 

"AYE GOOT!" she bellowed as she worked his head. Across 
the room, a very young man, obviously a prisoner, was 
on all fours groaning as a large man was pumping his 
ass from behind. His eyes were slammed shut but a deep 
guttural groan passed from his throat with each thrust. 
A group stood around him and watched and ran their 
hands across his body. 

Just as I moved my, another man grabbed his hair and 
forced his head up while moving toward his face with a 
hard shiny cock. "They miss their wives much," the 
guard suddenly said to me as I bumped into him on the 
way to the trash can. Startled, I looked up at him. 
"Twenty nine and thirty six miss their wives much, they 
wish to be with them." 

He grabbed my left hand and glanced down at it. "Does 
twenty seven miss his wife?" he gazed. I said nothing 
as he pushed my hand down and allowed me passage to the 
trash in the corner. After moving throughout the room 
and filling the bags with trash, I stared back at my 
two comrades as the others had their way with them. I 
had a sick feeling in my stomach as I followed the 
guard to empty the trash in an outside corridor. 

Upon being escorted back to my cell, an outside door 
opened and two guards entered escorting another 
prisoner. I could tell that they had been outside, as I 
followed his muddy footsteps as they led him in front 
of me. Opening the door they placed him inside. "AYE! 
Another!" blurted one of my guards as they held the 
cell door open for me. As I entered, the guard blurted, 
"Tomorrow you see Mrs. Twenty seven.... yes?"

"Yes," I whispered, "Thank you." I added as he clanged 
the door shut behind me. I moved over the sleeping 
bodies and made my way to the back and laid down beside 
the young man as he tried to wipe the mud off his feet. 
Tears were streaming down his eyes as he muttered to 
himself. 

"What's up? I nervously asked him. 

He glared up at me with rage in his eyes. "I saw Tammy 
tonight, they let me see Tammy, those bastards, those 
worthless fucking bastards, why me? Why her? She is so 
sweet.... why the hell...." 

He collapsed onto the mat and began crying. He must 
have been no older than 20. As I was mustering up the 
courage to ask if he had possibly seen Melissa, he 
sobbed again, "I have to be with her.... I have to be 
with Tammy.... I want to kill.... I just wish.... 
WHY?!" he moaned as he turned from me. 

I sat stunned and silent as his cried uncontrollably 
into his hands. I lost the nerve to ask him about 
Melissa.... where could she be.... was she alright?

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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