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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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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. "Lęche 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... "Arrčte. 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. 
"Arrčte. 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! Arrčte! 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.

