Prison Camp free porn video

This is the first chapter of a very long story, with connection to a North Africanprison camp. In this first chapter we follow half a day in an inmates life.She has been there for a long time, and through her we get a impression ofa modern prison system for foreigners in this region.   

The story of Linda and Lajla

Hard labour

The whistle sounds and 311991 lets herself drop hard down on her knees, puttingdown the heavy sledgehammer carefully at her side. She knows that toolsare much more expensive than women in this part of the world. It is noon andthe burning sun blazes right down on her. It is lunch time - for the matronsand guards - there will be nothing for her, not before evening. And no waterto drink. Half crazy of thirst she straddles over her tin can trying topee. She imagines waterfalls and rain for herself, and after a short whilea faint splashing sound are heard. She lifts the can and looks into it.Because of her permanently state of dehydration, it's only half full and theurine is dark yellow with a thick layer of foam on the surface. 311991 drinksit slowly, letting each mouthful go around in the mouth three times beforeswallowing. She dries her face and her sweaty scalp with the sleeve of heruniform, and lies back to rest on the burning hot rock still mad of thirst,and the heat that usually goes op to 40 - 50 C at the beginning of the afternoon.That was the reason for the one hour break between noon and 1 o'clock . Notof concern to the women on the chaingangs, but because the matrons finds itto hot to eat lunch in the open. So they spend their break for lunch in theairconditioned cafeteria near the gatehouses. All the fluid the prisoners receiveis mixed in the porridge given each evening, never in a cup or can to drink.Just the right amount to keep them alive, so they can work. Water is too expensiveto waste on infidel whores, a matron had told her laughing. There is no dangerfor the slaves trying to escape at that time of the day. Even if a girlshould manage to get her leg irons off, she would be to weak to go very farin that heat, and there are still the closely guarded double barbed wire fences,and the watchtowers, and the desert surrounding the stone quarry for over ahundred kilometers to the nearest town. 311991 laughs at herself, dizzy inthe choking heat, its to hot to sleep. Then , once again, she goes over theevents that brought her to this place.

She had been a beautiful young woman named Miss Linda Lea White. Even thoughshe was only 19 , she already had her own apartment, and was a very independentyoung woman, always seeking adventures. She had been tall and slim with curlyreddish hair to complement with her milk white skin, slightly freckled acrossher face, and sparkling green eyes. Used to that all men and even some womenturned their heads after her in the street, or began flirting with her whenshe was sitting alone in restaurants and bars. Then to fill up time and earna little money, before beginning her design and financial studies at theuniversity, she took a job as a tourist guide at a vacation centre in  ........ After only 2 weeks her employer went bankrupt, and could not pay the hotel.As the only representants of the firm available, Linda and her slightly oldercolleague Amy Martinez were arrested and imprisoned. £2.000 was fareover what they could get hold on with such a short notice, and they were notallowed to contact anybody. After a very brief trial the same day, they wereboth sentenced to work off their debts doing hard labour, and sent to thishot and isolated place. Nothing was said to their relatives or friends. Theyhad just disappeared without a trace.

Here she is now. 30 years old, lying on the dusty gravel in the burning sun,dressed in a unsexy striped uniform drinking her own piss, with a shaved headlike all the other forced labours in the quarry, and so heavily tanned andfreckled as a genuine redhead could get, after working unprotected under theburning sun for years. Since long she had realized that she had becomea quarry slave for life, with no hope of ever getting free again.

Amy had been put in another chaingang and she never saw her again. Shelooks down over the sweat-soaked frock that clings to her skinny starved body.As someone once used to wear tight lightblue jeans and smart dresses, the frockjust hangs over her, erasing any remaining traces of her feminine beauty. Thefrock hangs over her thin shoulders, and reaches to the middle of her thighs.The sleeves hang down over her hands. The cotton material is hot, and the uniformstiff of salt from her sweat, that makes it cling to her large saggybreasts. The last time she was wearing a bra, was the day she arrived to thisawful prison camp. Her nipples had grown huge and long, and were red and swollenfrom the constant rubbing of the dirty sweat-soaked frock. Together with theitching caused bye the crab louse and stubble's growing in the crotch betweenthe monthly shavings, it had been strangely pleasurable, but had also been,until for a year ago, annoying to have the constant feeling of stimulation,specially knowing that no man would ever want to touch her again, a shorn smellyslave, except when kicking her ass, if he found she moved to slow. The frockis buttoned up in the front to the collar, and because of morality the prisonersare not allowed to unbutton the top buttons. But kidnapping and keepingyoung women imprisoned under such degrading circumstances, are apparently notimmoral.

 Working at hard labour in the stone quarry, is a hot and tiring proposition.The blue vertical stripes on the worn and dirty uniforms are hypnotic, especiallywhen over eight thousand stubble headed women and girls all dressed in thesame stripes work chained closely together in long rows. Linda often thoughtabout the way her dirty striped uniform, moved over her body, as she swungthe sledgehammer over her head. She straightens her long legs out in frontof her and look down at the shackles and chains that dangles from her ankles.Two heavy metal bands encircles tightly around her slender ankles over theworn out green rubberboots. She lifts her feet so the sweat can pour out. Thefive pairs of holes on the front of each boot for the laces are empty. Noteven them they are allowed. They are just the cheapest possible labour available.Connecting the two metal bands is a length of heavy chain. Eight heavy linksconnecting one band to the other, giving Linda a stride of about 40 cm., and2 meters of chain connecting her right ankle with the right ankles of the womenon either side of her. 20 women in each coffel. All the women walks ina permanent shuffling gait thanks to the constricting leg irons. She dropsher legs and the sound of her chains clanking, mixes with the clinking of theother women's chains as they try to get comfortable on their only break thatday. Linda glance up at the tower on the corner of the doubled barbed wirefences. Two male guards, armed with machine guns stand under the shadingroof and peer down watching them carefully. A big searchlight is placed onthe top of the tower. Linda wonder what they were thinking as they watch thewomen work. The same demoralising manual labour day after day. Surely theirjob watching us work must be equally boring and degrading. Linda wonder ifthey some time look down, getting secretly aroused by the sight of the haplesswomen working, or they just see them as faceless, nameless numbers. Insidethe quarry, dark-skinned and brown eyed matrons patrol, keeping a stricteye on the female prisoners. Linda envies their smart always clean white uniforms.They wear an equipment belt around their waists with a club, and a whip thatthey use to keep unruly girls in line. They wear light sandals in the heat,and each matron has a girl that holds a parasol over her at all times for protectionagainst the burning sun. They are adolescent girls, daughters of prisonersworking in the quarry, but they are of course wearing the same striped uniforms,boots and leg irons, like the grown ups, and their heads are shaved. They areof course forbidden to go into the shade themselves. Linda tried to imagine,how it was to be forced to run in small steps holding a parasol over a fatmatron, knowing she would be beaten with the whip, if the sun managed to hither, while staying out in the blistering sun all day herself. Most of the matronswear their hair up in military fashion, but some of the younger ones have itflaring free down their backs. Linda had always liked the uniforms of the matronsand if she had been a free woman, she might would have designed such a uniformherself.

She lies down on her back dozing, with her large breasts sagging down ateach side of her chest. Then she feels a hand on her left shoulder, it's 552501,her wife, they were secretly married yesterday evening after spending nearlya year together on the chaingang, and are very much in love. 552501 leaps overon her right side with a slight rattle of her chains and begin to fondle311991´s left breast through the moisten cotton. 311991 turns over towardsher with a smile, feeling her right breast slide over and nestling itself ontop of the left. - I love you Lajla - she whisper. - I love you too Linda -552501 reply - continuing with a - Happy honeymoon - making them both laugha second. Linda then places her hand on Lajla`s left tit, right across thenumber stencilled on the blue stripped uniform, and begin stroking and fondlingit carefully, very much on guard that nobody sees them.

The whistle blows again and Linda and Lajla immediately stops petting andquickly raise off the ground as the other women with rattling sounds from thelegirons, get to their feet. Matrons patrol again the pit and snarl commandsfor the chained women to get busy. Linda quickly grabs the well-worn woodenhandle of her sledgehammer and lifts it until she holds it in both hands overher head, ready to return to work. The other women also resumed their positionsaround the rock quarry. A long whistle sounds, and 8000 women begins once againcracking and moving rocks.

In the rock quarry are women and girls off all races, types and shapes. Someare Negro workers, and Asian housemaids, sold cheap by their employers. Theyhad become pregnant, to old or had been so naiv after years of working, dustingand cleaning, to ask when they would get paid and be allowed to go home. Someemployers even gave them away for free, just to get rid of them. This was normallyif their sons, or sometime them selves, had made a maid pregnant. But farethe most in this camp, are European like Linda and Lajla. Simply arrested onthe beaches and in front of night-clubs at the hundreds of vacation centresand hotels along the coastline, and sentient by the local judges, paid by themine owneres, to hard labour for life.

There are no Arab women in the camp. Every prisoner has her head, armpitsand crotch shaved closely once a month. They all wear a worn and dirty, bluestriped prison frock, rubber boots and chains. They have become numbers, andit is strictly forbidden to use their former names. Their numbers are tattooedprominently, with large blue numbers on their foreheads. Making it impossibleto pass as a free woman, should any of the labours manage to escape. It isalso stencilled across the front and the back of the striped frocks. They areno longer beautiful women, they are smelly sweating slaves, covered with scares,sores and bruises from the hard work and whippings, and with faces smearedin snot and sweat. Like all the others Linda's nose are constantly dripping.It must be something about the dust from hammering and shovelling the stonesin the intense heat.

She glance down at her prison number as it moves across her swaying titswith each swing of her hammer. 311991. It is her official name now. 31 is alot number, 19 her age when she was incarcerated and 91 the year. After elevenyears in the labour camp, she are just number 311991. Linda, the young universitystudent and tourist guide has disappeared a long time ago. But though alwaysheld on the edge of starvation and dehydration, suffering from open woundsthat will not heal because of the dust and heat, and a vitamin deficiency thathas made her loose all her teeth, she still has the remnants of female charm.And her sparkling green ejes, still have their magic, they can catch anyonewho looks into them.

Her hands sting as the hammer bounces off the hard rocks. Chips of rock flyoff as she toil. She raises the sledgehammer high and then crashed it downon the rocks, that are slowly reduced to gravel. The women spends fourteenhours a day breaking rocks, 7 days a week. So Linda smashes rocks day afterday, while her life slowly pass by.

The matrons calls the women lazy sluts and horny cunts and yell at them tokeep busy. Striking them with the whip, if they slack off for just a second.Linda feels the shackles tug at her ankles as she work. It is funny, but bythe years, specially after Lajla had been put on the chain beside her, shehas become to feel dependent of the leg irons on her ankles. When she marchin lockstep she has become used to the way they tug at her and restrict hersteps into short mincing ones. The minutes and hours ticks slowly by, as thewomen work, and the matrons watch and harass. She enjoys seeing Lajla crackingboulders next to her. Each time she raises her hammer, her large firm breastspresses the stripped sweatsoaked frock out in a curve, only wobbling a littlewhen she smashes the hammer down.  It was her big tits that brought herand her 2 year younger sister Debbie in trouble. Little over a year ago theyhad taken on a bathing vacation to (censured), trying to get some tan, beforegoing back to their respectively college and university. To avoid theheat and crowds of tourists later that day, they went on an early morning shoppingtogether in the old bazaar. But while Debbie had dressed in a modest plaindress and had taken a scarf over her curly blond hair, not to disturb the Arabs,Lajla had against Debbie's strong advises pulled a pair of tight pale bluejeans over her pantyhose, slipped her slender feet in a pair of high heeledpumps and pulled a tight white blouse over her D -sized bra, leaving her navelvisible. In a matter of half an hour, Lajla was arrested for unmoral behaviour,and because Debbie was her sister, they also took her. Now they both had beingbreaking rocks in the quarry for a year. The to sisters has not been on speakingteams sins their arrival. Wonder why?

How Linda met Lajla.

All new slave labours are on their arrival, marched through the quarry beforegoing to the intake block. Linda remembers clearly when Lajla and Debbie, handcuffedand chained together with eight other young women on a light chain, walkedpast her, while she were busy carrying and laying gravel. This day had beenthe second turning point in Linda's life. The first had been the day she decidedto take the job as a tourist guide. The second day had begun just like allother days in the 10 miserable years she had spend breaking rocks, and movingstones. Beginning with the usual early brutal 4 o'clock awakening andendless roll - call. Linda's chaingang, which then had consisted of only 19women, was picked to repair the road leading through the quarry. One girl hadthe day before been selected out and loosed from the chain, and takento the punishment block, where she were first flogged, and then chained tothe wall standing in the starving cells. This was the punishment for becomingtoo lazy (thin and weak) to work.

They had been busy working, under a close eje of an overseer, when the truckloaded with new females arrived. They had got out and was now in handcuffsand light transport chains led up the road. It was strikly forbidden to lookup, but while they where continuing working, every woman in the chaingang triedto get a stolen glance of the new slaves. With half an eje Linda saw it wasten girls as usually, looking the same as usually, except that this time shewas much closer to them than any time before. First came a georgeos lookingtall woman with long dark brown hair, wearing a green swimsuit. She still woreher sunglasses op in her hair. She had a frightened and disbelieving look inher pretty face as she passed, looking down on the smelly bald slaves withdisgust. Next came a blond slightly built girl not as tall as the first one,wearing a white bikini, and with a face totally dissolved in tears. The thirdgirl had dark tangled hair just touching the shoulders, looking like she hadbeen out swimming and not had managed to get the salt washed off, before herarrest. She was a little chubby. She was wearing an unbuttoned chequered shirtover her blue swimsuit, which was at least two numbers too small. It was verytight over her broad hips and op the crotch, but stretching only a little overher nice rounded small breasts. Then came a short, but study and stronglooking Asian girl in a white apron over a paleblue smock. Her belly lookedlike she was 5 months pregnant. She just looked down, already fully accustomedto a females low value, and how women was required to behave in this part ofthe would. After her came 2 tall blond women. An older one about forty lookinglike she was a former model, with a short hairstyle, wearing a light grey jacketand short skirt over a white silk blouse and dark pantyhose, and a much younger,just as tall and with a glamaeuse appearance much similar with the older, withher golden blond hair flarrering down over her shoulders, wearing a cutedress with a pattern of coloured flowers , going to under the knees and whitepumps. They were both wearing expensive sunglasses, and the younger onewas also wearing a smart chick ladies hat that matched her dress and protectedher face from the sun. Linda looked up on the next two girls. It was two talland slender dirt blondes looking like sisters. They were both astoundinglygood looking. Even if the first one was only in a very plane grey dress goingdown to her feet, she did have a very nice face, and beautiful curly hair putup in a pony tail. The other was in a tight white blouse and pale blue jeans.

Then the lightning struck! Linda was looking straight into two sparklingdeep blue ejes in the prettiest face she had ever seen, framed by a mane ofdirt blond hair, resting down over the shoulders. It was the very first timeshe saw Lajla, who were stirring right back into her green ejes, releasingall her homons on the same feelings as Linda. Feelings that both women hadnever thought they should feel for someone of their own sex. She was just soperfect, the red lipstick, makeup and the scent of her perfume that reachedher now... Suddenly Linda was stricken again just as hard, but this timeby the matrons whip. The burning trail going over her right shoulder and downher back, brought her back to reality. She had forgotten all about workingand had slowed down, nearly stopped, while looking at that gorgeous young woman.She feverish resumed her work, keeping her ejes straight to the ground, strainingherself to the utmost, not to be stricken again. Not daring to look at thelast girl in the line.

Two hours later the newcomers were let out of the concrete intake block again,to be divided among those chaingangs which lacked girls. Linda couldn't helpit looking up again. There were 8 white, one Asian and one black woman, Theyhad now been shorn off all hair and was clad in the same stripped prison frocksand green rubber boots as all the other prisoners in the labour camp. On thefront of their bald heads, gleaming of the thick yellow delousing grease, theirhole bodies was smeared with, their new identity was printed deep and permanentlyinto the skin with prominent blue numbers. In their hands they were each carryinga tin can. They walked stumbling around in short steps, not used to wearinglegirons, and was ordered to line up in a strait line. Suddenly there was ascreaming and a fuss. To matrons was dragging a woman and a girl, both strugglingand screaming, in each other direction for chaining them in separate chaingangs.Linda could hear them scream Mom and Sara after each other. The numbers ontheir foreheads showed, that they were 42 and 20 years old. To male guardscame the matrons to rescue, and after a short struggle, they were separatedand dragged away crying while beaten with the clubs.  A matron came inLinda's direction pushing a tall and slender girl stumbling in front of her.Tattooed on her forehead and stencilled on the stripped frock across her lefttit was number: 552501. They were ordered to stop working, put down their sledgehammersand stand in row with hands clasped tightly behind their shorn heads. The matronbend down and connected the girls legirons, which were riveted around bothher ankles over her rubber boots, to the chaingang just beside Linda. She couldhear the girl subbing quietly, while the matron screwed the links together.Then she suddenly gave Linda a hard push and yield -You! Show her whatto do! Ifs there any trouble with her, you will all get thrashed! Now backto work, all of you!

Linda hurried picking up the sledgehammer, and while the other women beganhammering again, she grabbed the new girl by the arm, showing her how she shouldhold the hammer with both hands. She couldn't speak, because her mouth wereso dry. She would have to wait till she could pee and drink it, before sayinganything understandable. The girls hands were slippery with delousing grease,and the sledgehammer heavy, but soon she was lifting and smashing the hammeragainst the hard rock in the demanded tempo. It was nearing noon and the temperaturewere already increasing op over the 40 C. After working little over an hour,the whistle blew, and all the women dropped to the ground , laying their hammersor shovels carefully at their sides. Now free for the matrons for an hole hourbecause of the heat, Linda squatted down over her tin can, trying to imaginewaterfalls and rain for herself to be able to pis. After a time a splashingsound rose and she carefully pressed the last drops out, before lifting thecan to her lips and begin drinking it slowly, letting it go three timesaround in the mouth before swallowing. Then she looked at the girl beside her.Sweat was pouring of her, and she sat panting with wide open mouth. Her frockwas totally soaked with sweat and grease, and clung as painted to her body.She had very big and firm tits, and Linda could se her nipples pressing outthrough the wet stripped cotton like two buttons. - Hey - I am Linda I havebeen her for ten years, You was very good with the hammer, who are you? Sheasked with a horselig voice. The girl turned her head. She had makeupand lipstick smeared all over her face, which was glinsning with yellow grease,while to rows of even white and strong teeth was displaced in her open pantingmouth. The skin were she had been tattooed was red and swollen. She lookedup and their ejes met. YOU !!!- they both said simultainusly. Linda lookedinto the deepest blue ejes and felt an growing arrausment inside her. She justcouldn't believe her luck. It was that beautiful dirt blond girl in the whiteblouse and tight jeans she had fallen in love with only hours ago. SHE hadbeen put into HER chaingang right beside her, and she had been made responsiblefor her education to a quarry slave.

Back to reality.

Suddenly Linda feels the ejes of the matron looking in her direction, andawakens from her daydream. She continue to swing her sledgehammer at full strength,until the matron turns the other way again. Then she sneaks to look op, evenit is forbidden. She sees Debbie working on the other chaingang just oppesiteher, filling broken stones into large baskets, which they then carry op thesteep sloops on their backs. She is totally ignoring her sister. In contrastto Lajla she has lost nearly all of her teeth, and her beauty has fainted awayvery quickly, during the year she has spend here. Now she are only a sweatysun-scorched blob, like most of the women here, always feeling sorry for herself,blaming Lajla for her misfortune. And, Linda suspect, also a bit jealous ofher sisters marriage with her.

 Late in the evening the whistle spews forth a loud sound and the chaingangs stops working. On command Linda and all the other women put their righthand on the shoulder of the girl in front of them, and begin to march in lochsteps to the evening roll - call . The sun has already gone down, and for thelast two hours, they have been working in the light from the searchlights.She feels Lajla`s slender hand on her shoulder. It feels good! They stop alongthe way to lay down their sledgehammers. Those girls who still has some urineleft in the cans, quickly drink it. The entire chain gangs of 8000 women prisonersis divided in to 400 rows of twenty girls each. They line up in strait lines.If one stands just a half c.m. wrong, it results in one hard strike withthe whip over the thighs on each of the 20 girls in the chaingang, and it isnot allowed to scream. If one do`s it's all over again and again to it succeeds. Nowfollows a complete stripseach, to se if they had stolen any tools in the quarry,to be used for some desperate escape attempt. Even after eleven years Lindastill can not get used to it. On command all the women unbuttons their strippedprison frocks, takes them off, and roll them together, before placing themon their shorn heads. They are allowed to keep the rubber boots on, becauseit is too difficult to pull the boots out under the metal bands encirclingthe ankles and stuff them back again. Stark naked with the right hands restingon the shoulder on the girl in front, only wearing the green rubber boots andthe legirons, which are permanently riveted around the ankles, and holdingtheir prison frocks and tin cans on their heads with the left, Linda and Lajla,and the 8000 other girls and women begin to shuffle in lockstep towards thefood containers.

But first the body search. A matron goes to the end of each line, and pullson a par of thick yellow rubber gloves. They have not been washed since theywere used last. The first woman or girl in each row has to bend down in herknees. They can not spread their legs the normal way because of the leg irons.First the matron sticks the fingers in the girls mouth, taking her time andfeeling it all over, then she fondle her ears, and if the girl are saggy breasted,like Linda and Debbie, she lifts them, looking after she is not hiding anythingunder them. Now comes the turn to the vagina, and at last the girl are orderedto bend over and the gloved fingers slips into her anus. After finishing theinspection there, they are pulled out and stuck right into the next girls mouth.Because they are chained together 20 slaves a peace, they can first go to thefood containers, when all 20 are searched. Linda's and Lajlas chaingang areadvancing slowly. It will take at least to hours, before all the girls aresearched, and has eaten. Debbie is on the gang ahead of them. Linda looks downthe back of the girl in front of her. It is the Asian girl called Nipples.She are rather short and extremely skinny, but very strong. She can lift evenheavier stones than both Linda and Lajla, who both are taller and strongerthan the average in the camp, and she has saved the entire chaingang for acollective whipping more than once. They are lucky having her on the chain.But she are totally flat breasted, the only signs is a pare of large conicalformed nipples protruding directly from her chest. With her starved body andshaved head, the only way you can see she is a girl, is to look between herlegs. She has never said a word English, but from her prison number Linda cansee, she is 25 years old, and has been in the camp for about 2 years. Lindaremembered seeing her arrive, even it was at a distance. She had walked onthe road through the quarry, as they all had once, between a dark-hairedyoung ordinary looking girl, a little to chubby after Linda's taste, wearinga tight orange bathing suit, and a platinum blond woman in her thirties, wearingan expensive red evening dress and high heels. Nipples as they have named her,because of her flat chest and that she had never told them her name, had beenclad in the normal outfit for Asian girls arriving here. A white apron overa paleblue smock, and the shiny dark hair put up in the accustom maids hairstyle.She had been very pretty. How many years she had been slaving as a maid fornothing, before they send her here, are only to guess.

How Linda can remember all that? Because there are nothing ells to rememberhere. And female clothing, make up and hairstyle had always been a passionfor her, ever sins she was a little girl. Had she not lost her liberty andhad been sold to the mining company as a small part-payment for her employersdept, she knew she would have been a successful designer by now. All that'sgoing on here are the same routine day after day. The female labours are atall time ordered what to do and how to do it, and are immediately strickenby the whip if they don't do it.

She begins to freeze. In the desert it gets cold at night. It's forbiddento look up, except when ordered, so she make stolen glances to the sites, whenshe feels the matrons are not to near her. She sees nothing but naked womenglistering of sweat, standing in tight rows to both sites. Except for theirheight, they all looks nearly the same. Heavily tanned and sunburned, nearlyskeletal starved bodies, scared all over, breasts hanging down, toothless.She knows from their numbers, that some of them has been her from 15 to 20years. One on the next chaingang, a tall woman with long legs, who once hadtold her, her former name was Hanna S(censured), has been a slave for 31 yearsnow. Sins she as a 16 year old teenager, went on a vacation trip together withher school class.

Linda stands totally still, Lajla is just behind her. She can feel her toughenbut slender hand on her naked shoulder, she likes it. From time to time shecan feel Lajlas firm protruding breasts touching her back. She starts pressingthem a little harder, and move them carefully back and forth over her sweatlubricated back. How dare she? And right here were everybody can se it, ifthey look this way! In all North African prison camps rules absolute chastity.All that just smells of sex is very much forbidden, especially between women.And for European females already condemned to be worked to death, it was thesure way to a heavy thrashing, and a slow death standing up chained to thewall in a starving cell. If anyone see it? Lajla stopped for a moment and thencontinued. - Ooh!! It felt good, she couldn't help it, she was turned on. Ooh!No! She was going to be inspected in half an hour. What if the matron foundout? No she wouldn't. As a forced labourer Linda were permanent dehydrated.They never got a drop more fluid in their porridge, than absolute necessaryto keep them alive, so there were no chance of getting wet down there. Sheand Lajla had been making love several times, when they felt secure not tobe detected, and had had to use sweat to lubricate the privet parts, and ifit happened anyway, it would drown in the yellow discharge, that all the prisonerswere suffering from.

A half an hour later it is her turn. She sees the rubber gloved fingers beingpulled from Nipples arse, with what can be suspected sticking to them. Shego down in her legs, spreading them as much as possible, it is very strainingto her thighs standing like that. She opens her mouth wide open, and the matronsticks the fingers deep into her throat, so she feels like choking. Then shefeels under Linda's tongue and inspect her swollen gums, she has long pastlost all of her teeth. Then after pulling her ears, she grab her large saggybreasts, with her slimy gloves and lift them, letting the toms go back andforth over the reddened long tube formed nipples, before letting them drop.Now it is her cunt. All the slaves are suffering from a vaginal disease, andnew girls gets it quickly, thanks to the daily body search. It's coursing theinner labia lips to swallow up, and protrude like two pieces of raw meat, andthe constant dripping of some yellow discharge. Linda tries to imagine it isLajla, while she feels the gloved fingers penetrating her sore swollen lipsand going op into her. The matron rather quickly pulls them out again, andLinda turns and bend over, so she can access her arsehole. Three fingers arepushed in, fumbles around to feel if anything are hidden and are pulled outagain. Seconds later they are stuffed in Lajla`s mouth. The matron is busy,she has a lot of girls to go and want to get finished. As soon all 20 girlsin the chaingang are searched, they are allowed to dress. Linda hurries tostick her thin arms through the sleeves, and pulls the frock over her shoulderswith a gasp, It is still all wet and heavy of now cold sweat. She buttons itas fast as she can, all the way up to the collar, glad to been able hide herbody again from curious eyes, and gaining a little modesty. Now finally shereaches one of the food containers, and are allowed to dig her empty tin canin the watery porridge. She fills the can, and begins greedily stuffing thesticky mass in her mouth with her fingers. It is filthy and smells like rotteneggs. Only the thousands of flies buzzing about seems to like the smell. Itnormally take newcomers at least 3 days before they overcome their disgust,and begin eating it. But for girls like Lajla and Linda, who had been workingin the chaingang for years, the porridge was quickly swallowed, and the canand fingers licked totally clean, still leaving the skinny overworked girlshungry.

All the fluid they get, is in the porridge. Water are expensive out here,and after long repeated experiments at the university of (censored) using whitewomen prisoners, it was documented, that by forcing them to drink all of theirurine, 1/2 of the water could be sparred, and it only increased the death ratewith 10%. Using Arab or African women for such experiments would have beenhighly unethical and out of the question.

 Now they march in lock - step to the cellblocks, were they sleep atnight. 400 cells in 20 concrete blocks without windows, each surrounded bya fence of electrified barbed wire, and scanned with searchlights all night. Withher right hand on Nipples shoulder and Lajlas resting on her own, Linda marchesthrough the heavy iron door entering block 6. The rattling sound raises toa infernal noise between the bare grey walls, as 20 chaingangs march to theircells. Soon they are safely locked up behind the barred iron doors, 20 eachin 4x4 m damp concrete cells. The toilets is a stinking drain running alongthe bares. A new girl begins hysterical to sub and cry. Other girls just standsgripping the bars, with tears running silent down their cheeks, while the restdead tired just stands and waits for the next order. Linda and Lajla quicklygo down on their knees on the wet floor. She looks deeply into Lajla`s deepblue ejes, and the two girls gives each other a deep kiss letting their tongsgo on discovery, tasting each others mouths, hoping the video linse , whichare fitted in the ceiling of every cell, don't cache them. The two girls havebeen a couple ever sins the day Lajla arrived, and last evening, while theywere eating, they were finally secretly married, by a young Scandinavian womanUlla, from Debbie's chaingang. Ulla had been studying theology, but had madethat mistake taking on a weekend bathing holiday to (censored) to relax, aweek before her examination, without telling anybody at home, were she wasgoing. Linda has to go to the drain to shit. It is very much forbidden to doso in the quarry. Finally there are a space she can squeeze in. She lifts herfrock up over her hips, and leans against the bars and let go. She turns herhead and can see a long row of bare bottoms against the bares in the oppositecells. The drains are been filled, and so are the humid air with the smell.She can hear, that the new girl are vomiting.

After half an hour a whistle sounds loud between the concrete walls. It'sthe signal to lie down. Bye regulations every girl has to lie down strait onher back to prevent any kind of masturbation and sex between inmates. Thisis specially necessary with white women. In the ejes of the Arabs, white womenare born without any kind of moral, and has to be kept in strict chastity. Becauseof lack of space in the overcrowded cells, the women are ordered by regulationsto lie down in tight rows with spread legs, and the head up in the crouch ofthe girl lying before her. Soon it is Linda's turn. Nipples raises her legs,so Linda can pass under her legirons, and moves up as tight as she can. FeelingNipples wet thighs pressing at the sides of her shaven scull. Nipples thenlowers her legs, resting her ankle chain over Linda's hips. Linda lifts herlegs and feels Lajlas short stubble's tickle her inner thighs. It gives a littlespark in her , when the top of Lajlas scull touches her protruding inner lips.She lets her feet down on each side of Lajla, and then stick her hands throughthe bigger centre ring in Nipples chain. They all have to lie down like that.This way all the women's hands are at all time visible to the video linse,and cannot during the sleep accidentally slide down touching naughty places.Linda lies straight, pressed from all sides, and unable to move a cm withoutthe video linse registering it. She doesn't mind. She are dead tired from workingat high speed 14 hours in the quarry. Now there are a hole 5 hours to the awakening.Owh, if it just wasn't for the constant thirst, and her always hungry stomach.It feels like the tongue are filling the mouth and it sticks to the swollengums. It is lucky they have swollen so much. It make her cheeks look normallyrounded. As long as she keep her mouth shut, nobody can se, she had lost allher teeth. She has a often coming good night thought, which pleases her andgives her a kind of comfort.

Right now down in the air-conditioned hotels, restaurants and night-clubs,there are ten young women and girls, enjoying themselves, some of them maybeeven having sex. Not knowing, that they in the next couple of days will runinto some policemen, earning a necessary extra income, and that they in onlyone week from now will lie down on a bare concrete floor, hungry and thirsty,and in chains, robbed of all their belongings and their beauty, sentence tolife imprisonment in a real hard labour chaingang, Linda feels something wettouching her on the mid of her head. It must be Nipples labia lips. Theyare swollen and protruding like both Linda's and Lajlas. And all the rest ofthe slaves. She feels a drop of Nipples discharge running down her neck. Well,now its time to sleep. Tomorrow at 4 o'clock begins another day.

To be continued!

Copyright : Tofte.