It was a most pitiful wailing of pain and hopelessness that came from the cowering
naked girl. Her mud-streaked body lay face down in the filthy cold slime of the
Mississippi swamps and the bullwhip lashed hard down across her soft skin. She curled up
into a foetal position to afford her some little protection, her slight frame racked by
great heaving sobs of deep misery. That sobbing increased as the five guards unzipped and
dropped their trousers; the girl knew only too well that her pussy, anus and mouth would
suffer terribly once again.
      
***
      
      The coach ride had been long and uncomfortable for the eight women. The stifling
humid heat of the Deep South had made their light beige prison overalls cling to their
soaked bodies, sticking annoyingly to their thrusting breasts to cause the two male guards
to turn and leer often. The trousers too offered little comfort, the damp material pulled
up to stick in between and to rub at their puffy pussy lips. The steel bracelets of the
handcuffs and leg irons, the heavy perspiration and the movement of their bodies worked
together to chaff and redden the soft pale skin of their limbs.
      The bus slowed, turned and bumped onto the dusty side road and moved now deeper
into the thick tangled undergrowth of the Everglades. Tall trees and thick shrubs offered
some shade from the relentless sun, forming high hedges at the sides of the narrow track
and a covering canopy of foliage in many places. The bus jolted and bumped, rocked and
jarred, rattling noisily over a timber bridge to make this section of the journey the most
uncomfortable of all. It was then for the women, a great relief as at last the prison
compound came into sight. The thick undergrowth opened out in dazzling spaciousness to
show a high wire fence topped with barbed wire and pegged at the corners by tall
watchtowers. It was a depressing and ominous looking place, in its very own evil setting
with the tangled everglades as a backdrop but in a way a welcome end to a most tiring
journey. 
      The bus followed the bumpy track that ran alongside the outer perimeter of the
fence to give the women their first sight of their home to be. Patrolling armed guards
sporting rifles and peaked caps added to the sense of foreboding all of the women felt.
They sat silently taking in the long and low wooden buildings and the large open square
that lay between the huts. As they neared the open gate their interest was taken by the
array of wooden poles and structures in the centre of the square, a most unusual addition
to any prison compound. A view held by all and voiced softy by only one, the petite blonde
Gilly.
      "Exercise frames ha! And in this awful heat too."
      The prison coach swung through the gates and came to a halt next to the reception
block. They were ordered to wait until the gates had closed and then were ushered out, the
women shuffled in single file, the restricting leg irons making walking a most difficult
exercise. Once inside the stiflingly hot reception hut they sat on wooden benches, waiting
their turn to be booked in. It was a routine that they had been through before, prison
after prison they been sent to, the worst of the worst, the rebellious and trouble-making
ringleaders of discontent. The women were marked, their names synonymous with minor
scuffles and disputes, of disrespect for authority and for challenging forcefully prison
regulations. They were then the 'bad apples' the few that soured the bunch and
now, they had been gathered together into one basket to rot and to decay without contact
or the opportunity of influencing others.
      By the office door stood a guard, watching over the silent women, tall and ape-like
in his features he looked nothing like the clean and well presented guards in the previous
prisons. He was unshaven and dirty, his sweat stained uniform crumpled and unwashed but
worst of all was the sickly evil grin that seemed permanently etched on his face.
Strangely, and several of the women noted this point, he wore no pistol on his belt,
instead there hung a long and thick baton that held for them a terror all of its own.
      "Mason," he called out the name after referring to his clipboard.
      The little blonde stood and shuffled slowly over toward the office, her wrists
chained together in front of her and her ankles shackled likewise. As she passed the guard
he extended his hand and grabbed at her backside, taking a handful of her firm buttocks he
squeezed the orb of flesh hard, feeling and groping lecherously.
      "Fuck off!" the woman shouted, and jerked her hips forward to be free of
his touch. 
      The swiftness of his response stunned all present. With a savage backhanded swing
he clubbed the back of his hand across her face to drop the woman to the floor like a sack
of potatoes. She lay motionless muttering incoherently as her brain fought to cope with
the shock and the dull ache in the side of her face.
      "Hey, shit!" one of the other women shouted angrily, "You can't
do that!"
      His head threw back and he roared an evil laugh. The big guard strolled casually
over to stand before the objecting woman and leaned down to bring his face close to hers.
His tone of voice was low and threatening, loaded with terrifying evil.
      "Listen slut," he growled, "here we do as we like. If I want to feel
your arse or your tits then I will, and you nor anyone else will stop me."
      The woman swallowed, her voice cracked nervously as she replied.
      "I'll report you if you do."
      She screamed as his great hand grabbed her hair at the top of her head and in one
strong yank pulled her from her seat to crash heavily to the floor on her hands and knees.
The big guard straddled her back, bringing his full weight to bear down on her spine, and
causing her to tense fully so as to prevent her arms and legs collapsing under the
oppressive weight. She began to sob as he reached down with one hand and felt all over her
buttocks, sliding his fingers down to stroke over the firm mound of her pussy. Slowly and
deliberately he felt her in a display of command and control that was as much for the
other women's benefit as his.
      "Mmmm," he muttered, "nice and firm, what a lovely little arse you
have. I look forward to fucking it."
      "Oh God," the woman sobbed fearfully.
      His hands swapped over, his left one slid down under her body, entered the open
neck of her shirt and he felt at her dangling tits. For many moments he fondled and
squeezed her soft orbs, pinching at her nipples and twisting them spitefully.
      "Listen up, all of you," he said loudly. "Here, you are our
property, to do with as we will. You earned your place here by being shits and that's
how you will be treated - like pieces of shit. Life at this prison is unlike anything you
have known before, rebel here and you will suffer for it."
      He released his grip on her nipple and stood up, using the sole of his boot to kick
her down onto her side and to stand over the whimpering prisoner.
      "Your pussy and arse are mine, your mouth too slut..."
      "Please God no!" the woman yelled back in fear.
      He gave a low and sadistic laugh.
      "As and when I choose to, slut - but later, not now."
      The huge guard walked back to the first woman who now sat on the floor nursing her
bruised face. He gripped her hair and hoisted her bodily to her feet in one almighty yank
of her blonde locks. He ignored her wailing, spun her around like a rag doll and threw her
through the open door of the office to sprawl headlong on the floor of the tiny room. The
guard turned to face the seated women, he gave a wide grin and his tone was soft and
mocking.
      "Welcome to 'Swamps Prison' ladies, and may your stay here be a
happy one."
      He laughed loudly enjoying his joke, that laughter could still be heard after he
entered the office and slammed the door. Then the screaming began.
      
***
      
      The petite blonde Gilly stood trembling, she was the last to be booked in and had
had to sit and wait, listening to each of her friends scream in turn. The small office was
a hellhole, stuffy and reeking of some foul odour that she would rather not guess at the
cause of. One oaf sat smugly behind the desk and two grinning apes of guards lounged back
on chairs to the sides of it, leering hungrily at her slim body and mentally undressing
her. Gilly shuddered in revulsion and looked at the calendar on the wall so as to avoid
eye contact with them.
      "Name?" the man behind the desk demanded.
      "Gilly, Gilly Stapleton," she said softly.
      She started in fright as his hand slammed down hard on the desk to rattle the pen
holder and the metal coffee mug on the surface of the desk.
      "Louder!" he bellowed angrily.
      "Gilly Stapleton," she screamed back, all her fears and pent-up emotions
spilling out in an effort to avoid receiving his harsh tongue again. She began to cry, her
shoulders shook as the sobs racked her body, this miserable place was hell on earth she
felt and they had only just arrived. Her head bowed in shame and she looked now to the
worn and filthy floorboards.
      "Nice tits, Gilly," the man behind the desk said and stood, he circled
menacingly around her, looking the trembling woman up and down on a lewd ogling of deep
sexual meaning. "Nice and firm I think, shall we see them?"
      She groaned; her worst fears were now coming true.
      In one swift move he grasped the front of her shirt and with an almighty tug ripped
it clean down to her waist, exposing her naked breasts to all.
      Gilly's sobbing increased, her face flushed red, as she stood humiliated
before the chuckling men. To be subjected to such behaviour was beyond belief for her but
to react would surely bring worse still, she chose instead to stand passively and the
suffer the leering gazes. She tensed and flinched, gritting her teeth to stem any protest
as his hand covered her right breast and began a lewd squeezing and kneading.
      "Does that feel good, Gilly?" he asked mockingly and pinched the nipple
between finger and thumb.
      She drew breath and shook her head slowly in denial. Gilly yelped and sucked in air
as he pinched cruelly at her soft bud, digging his fingernails spitefully hard into her
tender flesh.
      "I asked you," he said threateningly, "does that feel good?"
      "No," she said almost as a whisper.
      Gilly screamed loudly as he pinched harder still, twisting the rubbery bud around
and pulling it agonisingly outward from her breast at the same time.
      "And now?" he asked with a sneer.
      "Yes! Yes," she blurted between sobs, "it feels nice. Please just
stop this, please."
      He released her and moved to the desk. The man, an officer Gilly could now tell by
the markings on his epaulettes, picked up a long baton and returned to her side.
      "Don't please. Don't hurt me," she sobbed pathetically.
      He laughed, looking to the other two-seated men to confirm their delight at her
begging. The man raised the baton and rested on his shoulder, retaining his hold on it in
a most threatening manner.
      "Defiance is not tolerated here," he stated.
      She turned her head to look at him; her tear-stained cheeks flushed red and a
perplexed expression on her face.
      "But I didn't defy you," Gilly sobbed.
      The baton swung down in a savage and thudding blow that struck across the tops of
both her breasts at the same time. The woman's mouth gaped open and her eyes locked
wide as the excruciating pain shot through her body. A gurgling came from her throat and
then her knees buckled to slump her to the floor clutching at her stinging orbs with her
manacled hands.
      "Learn well, bitch that here, when you are asked a question you reply -
positively and without question."
      Gilly couldn't hear him, she was fighting to catch her breath and to cope with
the pure agony burning in her breasts. She sucked in air to feed her starved lungs and to
try to ease a little the red raw burning in her chest. Another set of agonising pain began
in her head as the man's fist grabbed at her hair, twisting cruelly and then hauled
her to her feet. Her scalp was on fire, the tearing pain of her body weight threatening to
rip the hair clean from her head. Once on her feet she stood passively as the
officer's hands groped and felt all over her backside. His podgy fingers stroking and
delving into the crease of her arse and then down under the backs of her thighs to her
pussy.
      "Mmmm, she's wet. Sweat or arousal do you think?" he asked his
watching companions.
      The men laughed.
      "Definitely arousal," one of the guards stated feigning seriousness.
      The officer chuckled.
      "Just what I thought."
      Gilly gave a stifled cry as the officer behind her grabbed at her trouser legs and
tugged them quickly down around her ankles. She stood shamed once again, her tiny white
panties doing little to retain what little modesty she had left. Tight and small they
pulled across the mound of her pussy to define the shape of her pussy lips beneath. This
was confirmed by the interested leering looks of the seated guards whose gazes were fixed
firmly between the tops of her naked thighs. The woman tried to move one knee across the
other and so to cover herself but failed; there was no hiding her shame however.  She
stood in humiliation as they ogled her slender thighs and body, a most deep humiliation
that only a woman could understand.
      Again the hands returned to her backside, sliding over her scantily covered mounds
with a most lustful stroking of sheer repulsive lechery. Gilly choked a sob as his hand
slid between her thighs to press his thumb up and against the slit of her pussy, forcing
the thin material of her panties into the moist folds of her inner lips.
      "Think the bitch is ripe for fucking," the officer muttered in a thick
and excited voice as he continued to explore her body. 
      Gilly groaned inwardly, it seemed that her worst fears were now actually going to
come true. She tensed fearfully as both of the seated guards stood up but was grateful
that they at least remained on the other side of the desk, a wooden barrier between them
that gave some little degree of comfort to her.
      Without speaking a word, one guard reached across the desk and gasped hold of the
connecting chain of the handcuffs securing her wrists. He gave a huge and sickening grin
and then tugged hard at her wrists, jerking her forward and pulling her face down across
the desk. Her breasts were crushed beneath her on the hard wooden surface and her thighs
pulled tightly against the hard edge. She was rendered immovable, bent over with her
backside presented to all, her arms pulled out in front of her and held securely by the
sniggering guard.
      Gilly cried out as her panties were ripped from her body by the panting officer;
the side elastic refusing to give and cutting painfully into the crease at the top of her
thigh. She screamed as the man ripped and tore in a heated sexual frenzy to bare her lower
body, her pussy and anus now on display to all.
      "Nooooo!" she wailed as she felt his long hard erection pressing against
and down the crease of her arse. She sobbed even more loudly as he gripped her hips and
located the head of his cock against the tight, puckered ring of her anus.
      "Oh God no, please not there! Don't...please don't!"
      He forced in, the great head of his cock stretching the little ring of muscles
brutally, ripping her sphincter apart as the thick shaft pressed ever upward. Up and up he
forced into the screaming girl until the whole of his long cock was buried deeply up
inside her rectum.
      The watching guards laughed heartily at her discomfort and shame as the officer
began a hard thrusting up into her slim body.
      The guards held her arms fast as her body was jerked and battered by his urgent
thrusting. The searing pain in her backside was excruciating, the thick rod of his cock
tearing at her delicate insides. Gilly wailed and sobbed as her backside was brutally
defiled, that it was in front of others simply made the whole sorry episode far, far
worse. 
      Harder and faster he thrust into her, slamming his hips hard against her firm
buttocks in his drive to force every last inch of his cock into her. Again and again he
lunged into her soft body, jerking his hips upward on the end of each thrust to rub the
head of his cock against her delicate insides and thereby increasing further her pain and
discomfort. The officer grunted loudly at the feel of her tight tunnel and warm soft
interior around his pulsing cock. He tensed, grunted again and came, shooting his load of
come deep upside her rectum and pulling back hard on her hips as he injected his seed into
her. He finished in long slow strokes and then pulled out of her torn arsehole to allow
the little ring of muscles to resume their previous clenched proportions.
       Stupidly, Gilly though that at last her suffering was over, in her great relief
she had forgotten the other guards, one of which was already fumbling at his crotch to
release his throbbing erection. She groaned deeply as the man offered the stiff member
before her face, holding it proudly with one hand and chuckling at her look of revulsion.
      "Suck it bitch," the guard ordered and offered the head of his cock close
to her mouth.
      She shook her head. 
      "No," she sobbed, "not that. Haven't you done enough to me
already?"
      The second guard, now by her side with his long baton raised, echoed his
colleague's demand.
      "Suck it you slut."
      Gilly shook her head and braced herself. Her back arched and her head threw back as
the thick baton slammed down across her buttocks. It was a most sickening thwack that
echoed around the small room, hard ebony on tender flesh impacting with devastating force.
 She cried out, the numbing pain burning deeply down through her soft buttocks, Gilly
gagged and sucked in air as the whole of her backside became afire with burning pain.
      "Suck it I said," the guard repeated angrily.
      When no response came he lashed down on her again in a most brutal and savage
wallop of the hard wooden stick.	Gilly screamed, as she had never done before, her body
jolted under the impact and pain such as she had never known seeped through her flesh.
Again and again he lashed at her in a sadistic thrashing of sheer wanton brutality, eight
times he stung the baton across her buttocks be fore paused to repeat the demand.
      "Suck it or suffer."
      "Okay! Okay!" she blurted, her voice then dropped to a low tone of defeat
and total submission, "I'll do it just don't hit me again - please."
      "Amazing what a little encouragement can do isn't it?" the guard
gloated.
      The girl opened her mouth and shut her eyes tightly, cringing in revulsion but
accepting her fate as the lesser of two evils.
      "Not that cock, bitch," the officer sniggered and moved in to press the
head of his cock again her lips.
      Shock registered in her brain, she opened her eyes to see the semi-erect cock that
had been up her anus presented before her mouth. The head was a deep purple colour and the
whole of it still glistened with her anal juices, his come and perhaps more.
      "Not after..." she uttered in disbelief and disgust, "you did my
backside with it!"
      She screamed as the baton lashed down again, this time across the tender tops of
her thighs to bite spitefully into her sensitive flesh. The jolt of her hips as the baton
smacked at her legs crushed her clitoris against the edge of the table but it offered no
sexual excitement or pleasure in such disgusting circumstances. Instantly she took the
head of his cock into her mouth and began a greedy sucking on the softening member so as
to forestall any further lashings. Gilly tensed as she felt another cock nudging at the
entrance to her pussy and then groaned as it slid easily up inside her pussy to begin a
frantic pumping into her body.
      It was difficult for her to maintain the grip on the officer's cock with her
mouth as the man behind her rammed into her time and again in a heated excitement of pure
sexual lust. She was jerked and jolted brutally as the man pleasured himself in her. At
last he came, she felt the excited little warm spurts of his come jetting up inside her
and then sighed with relief as he pulled his cock out.
      The laughing officer withdrew also and took over the grip on her wrists from the
third man. He chuckled more heartily as the last guard fed his cock into the woman's
mouth and forced his huge erect cock far into the back of her throat. The guard's
hand gripped her hair to hold her head steady then he began fucking her mouth in long and
powerful strokes of his cock. The man pumped his hips to feed his length fully in,
chortling triumphantly as the girl gagged and choked on his thick shaft. The guard
didn't last long, the sight of the slut bent over and struggling to breathe plus the
feel of her warm, soft mouth around his cock brought him off. He shot his copious quantity
of sperm into her throat, his cock pulsing in excited jerks to empty himself into her
mouth. He delighted in the way the surplus sperm that she couldn't swallow oozed out
between the seal of her lips and his cock to dribble down the sides of her mouth. He
finished slowly, moaning his pleasure both at his orgasm and at her obvious distress.
      As his cock slipped out of her mouth Gilly spat the vile tasting globules from her
mouth, gagged and then vomited as she sobbed heavily in deep misery. The grip on her
wrists released and she slid down to the floor, her body shaken by her sobbing, to curl up
in a ball and to weep her self-pity and shame to the floorboards.