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(MF, ped, bi, nc, rp, v, bd, tor) *** CHAPTER 4 When I awoke the next morning, water was dripping onto my ankle from a leak above. Heavy rain and thunder filled the otherwise silent building. As I glanced over toward the young man from last night, I could see that he was awake, though laying in a cold trance. "Hey man, you alright?" I asked. He did not answer, staring blankly at the wall. "We should kill ourselves" he muttered. "What?" "What do you mean?" I whispered. "Tammy... my little Tammy" he moaned as a tear ran from his eye down his left check. "They are treating her like an animal... all of them like animals. She is too afraid to resist, too afraid of what will happen to me... and her. If I was dead, it wouldn't matter, those bastards couldn't play their cruel games and hold me over her head," he finished. "Where was she, how did you see her?" I mused. "They took me, those bastards took me to where they have their fun with all of the women." My heart sank, a strong ache grabbed my stomach. "Did you see Melissa, my wife, look, she is number twenty seven", I beckoned, moving closer to him and showing him my number. "How the fuck would I know!" he shouted. Composing himself, he looked me in the eyes, "Sorry, I am not sure who I saw, it was a mass of humiliation and abuse." Now I felt really sick, I wondered if I would throw up right then and there. "I feel worse for you man," he added. "What do you mean, why"? I asked. "The fuckin' gig over there is a like a goddamn carnival. It's like it is some kind of auction or something. The older, more influential men and couples get first pick and they almost always take the young girls and women like Tammy. All that is left for the young thugs and punk girls is the older women." "Melissa is only forty!" I added for some unknown reason. "C'mon man, forty is older there, we are talking girls who barely have tits yet, some of them are barely teenagers. Tammy is twenty one, we took this goddamn cruise from hell to celebrate her birthday," he muttered as his eyes went back to the floor. "I sat there and watched a woman, scared to death, biting down on her fingers while two older couples took away her twin daughters and led them upstairs while their tear stained faces tried to keep eye contact with Mom as long as they could. The whole time some punk is leering at them and laughing as he knelt behind the mother jiggling her tits at them." "Goddamn, I remember those two twins from the cruise, slight builds, no older than fifteen" I thought. "The older women, who are left to the punks and their girlfriends' are used like toys. They seem to enjoy humiliating and hurting more than sex." He added. "Oh fuck!" "What the hell?" The room exploded with shouts as I watched the contents of my stomach splatter across the floor. Everyone scrambled to get away form me while others yelled for the guards. I knew I had to be with my Melissa, no matter what it took. The thought of my lovely wife being abused by... my God, I have to see her. CHAPTER 5 After our evening meal, a guard I did not recognize approached me and grabbed my hand. "Twenty seven... wish to see her this night?" he asked blankly in his broken English. "Yes, yes I do wish to see her," I muttered. "Yes I do, SIR!" he exclaimed smiling at me. "Yes sir I do wish to see her tonight sir," I offered. He pointed to another guard by the east entrance, "Go there now." Anticipation filled my nude body as I walked toward the guard, would I finally be able to see my Melissa tonight? Will I be able to talk to her? My mind raced with thoughts. As I reached the guard, he grabbed my hand, glancing down at my number. Without a word, he opened the door and let me down the cold corridor to a small windowless room and pointed me in. Inside the room there were two other prisoners. Both of them were clean shaven and looked to have had their hair cut. I immediately recognized them both as the two men that were being abused in the guard room during my cleaning detail the night before. As the guard closed the door and left us alone, an eerie and uncomfortable silence resounded through the room. I am sure they recognized me from the night before, and they almost shamefully kept their eyes cast to the floor. "How did you guys get to shave?" I asked in an awkward attempt to break the silence. "This was the most expensive shave you could imagine my friend," offered one of them. The other one, somewhat younger looked up at me from his chair, "You saw what the fuck we had to endure last night, and it continued on long after you and your fuckin' trash bags left the room." The older man placed his face in his hands. "I guess we get to be with our wives now," he muttered. "Be with them or see them?" I asked. "We were promised we could stay with our wives now, you will only get to see yours, then you make the decision on whether you want to play their sick games to earn your way to be with her," the younger one added. Now I was confused."What do you mean?" I asked. The older man lifted his face from his hands. "Like they did us, they will take you to see your wife at what they call 'Latorge'. We think it is an abandoned high school or hospital out in the middle of nowhere. People come from all of the neighboring villages or communities, some of them look like corporate boardroom pricks, while some look like they just came from a halloween party. Men, women, black, white, young, old, fat, skinny, they all come to that damn 'Latorge' for their cheap and sick thrills." Overcome by emotion, he placed his head back in hands. Rising from his seat, the younger one could see the confused look on my face. He continued. "Our wives, girlfriends, daughters, whatever, are the main event at this fucked up 'money house' as they call it. "All of them, like us, are scared shitless to disobey anybody! We don't want to be paraded into the courtyard and watch our loved ones tormented and tortured on our behalf." Now my heart was about to explode. Just then the door opened and all eyes met the guard as he ordered us out of the room. Walking in single file, with several guards behind us, we were led to a van and escorted inside. The vehicle was a mess, cigarette butts, cans, old newspapers littered the floor. As I went to the back and took a seat, a guard ordered me to move up one seat as he and his comrade took the seat at the rear of the van. As the engine started, the guards began speaking among themselves, occasionally laughing at looking back at us. After what seemed like an hour, we passed an armed guard who waved at his counterparts as the van sped by. As we approached the building, it indeed looked to be a dilapidated school of some sort. A large 3 story building with a 2 story wing jutting out to the left and right of the main building. The building was in need of repair. What appeared to be years of neglect showed in the faded grey paint and broken window panes. The limbs of large trees nearly came together over the top of the concrete structure. Cars filled the parking lot, many people stood around outside, some of them guards, others men, and a few women. The van stopped in front and my two mates were ordered out. A hand grabbed my shoulder, pushing me back into my seat as I rose to join them. "No, no good friend, you not earn yet, you stay," came the voice from behind me. The door slammed as two guards took the clean shaven prisoners to the front door, garnering stares and jeers from some of the patrons outside. With the other guards, I was driven around to the back of the building where the van parked. "Sit!" one of them ordered as they exited the van. Alone in the van, I could see what appeared to be the cafeteria area of the old school. As night was falling, I could see a mass of people gathered in the brightly lit room. I could also see figures moving around in most of what appeared to be classrooms throughout the wings on each side. Still I was too far away to make out any details. "Where was Melissa, was she inside?" Anticipation filled me as I leaned forward trying to see inside the building. A large man came out of the rear of the building and headed toward the guards that had brought me to the complex. After a brief conversation, they turned and headed toward the van. The door was opened and I was ordered out. "You wish to see twenty seven, no?" the guard asked me. Remembering my earlier encounter with him, I replied "Yes sir, I do." "Goot then, dis man, he is the one that will let you see her," he added, pointing to the large man in civilian clothes. The guards smiled as the large man moved toward me. "Hello my friend," he spoke. His English was perfect, he may have even been an American. I felt a brief bit of comfort, maybe he could help us all. "I am sure I can help you," he smiled. His eyes roamed over by naked body as I stood before the group. "Put your hands on top of your head and turn around for me," he ordered in a slow voice. Confused, I did as he wished. "Almost not enough light left to see you," he cackled as I faced the van. "Turn and look at me," he blurted. Turning around, I kept my hands on my head as he lit up a cigarette. "I want you to show me how much you want to see her" he hissed as he closed his lighter and handed it back to one of the guards. "Show you?" I asked confused. "Yes, show me," he added. Confused, and scared to make a mistake, I looked around at the guards smiling faces. Darkness was fast approaching, and I could not see which guard said, "Kneel down for him." Fear shot through my body, as I reached to the ground, he shouted "LEAVE YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" Straightening back up, I placed my hands on my head and slowly dropped to my knees. The man then flicked his cigarette into the darkness and moved toward me. "I want you to show me how good you can be," he whispered. "Or I can go get her now and show you how good she can be," he cackled as the guards laughed. A rush of fight or flight passed through my body as he moved closer and began to unbuckle his belt in front of my face. I knew that I had no choice, I knew that failure to comply to his sick wishes would lead to torture for Melissa and myself. Pulling his limp cock from his trousers, he placed his left hand atop of my head and moved my hands to the rear of my head. "Kiss it," he whispered as a couple of guards moved closer. Closing my eyes, I kissed his dick with a quick peck, like you would put on the cheek of your fat aunt at Thanksgiving. "Keep kissing, it, nice and soft, all over like a good boy." I could not believe what I was doing, I could not believe that I was in this sick situation. The blood was rushing to my head as I planted little kisses over his growing cock. He then reached down with his right hand and lifted his manhood so I could kiss the underside. I felt his dick growing as he laid it across my face and brought his hairy balls to my lips. He began to apply pressure to my head as I pecked his balls. "Ahhhhh, you are doing fine my friend," he moaned. Pulling slightly away from me, he took his now hard cock and began rubbing it on my eyes and nose. He then began to slowly press it against my lips, forcing it in slowly. The salty taste and the situation was more than I could handle as I turned my head away. "Oh, we do not want to obey... we do not want to do what's right?" he asked. Tears filled my eyes as he kept brushing my face with his hard cock. "Please sir, please?" my voice cracked as he smeared my tears across my face with his hard dick. "Very well," he hissed as he let loose of my head and backed away from me. "Go get twenty seven, let her know that after we have fun with her tonight, she and her husband will have a date with us in the courtyard tomorrow." As two of the guards headed toward the house, I muttered "Please no, stop, I will do whatever you want." "Wait!" he shouted to the guards. "I will give you one more chance to show me how much you love your wife, one more fucking chance. I have a busy night tonight." he chirped. He moved back toward me and very roughly grabbed my head and forced his semi hard cock into my mouth. Thrusting in and out, I could feel it growing quickly inside my mouth. "Ummmmm... very nice, now we are learning aren't we... ahhhh very good." I tried to let my mind go to a different place, I could only imagine my kids, the people in my church, the rotary club, would they understand what I was doing now, and why I was doing it. I began to gag as he thrust the full length of his cock to the back of my throat. He then held my face hard against his belly as his cock rested down my throat. I tried to relax my throat but I could not help but gag. Tears flowed from my eyes and snot ran from my nose as I tried to squelch the gagging reflex. Slowly he released me and began working his cock in and out. "Tell me you like dick," he ordered. Pulling my head away I forced out the words "I like dick." "Say it with my dick in your mouth you motherfucker!" forcing his dick back into my mouth. "Ah laaaaak dock," as he and the others burst out in laughter. "I am a dick sucker." "Ah mmm a doch suuhher." "Very good!" he wailed. "My wife is proud of me!" he laughed. "Maaaa woofe is prod of mee," I forced out as the tears flowed down my cheeks and into my mouth, mixing with his pulsating cock. "Ahhhh, very good," he moaned as he increased his grip on my head and began thrusting harder. "Ohhhhh, I am going to feed my little cock sucker... ummmm, don't spill a drop, you have been so good... ummmmm, AHHHH!" he gasped as he forced his dick to the back of my throat and his hot semen spewed down my throat and filled my mouth. "Swallow my good friend... swallow your dessert," he moaned as his pace slowed. Unable to control myself, I pulled myself away from him turned as I began puking on the ground. Laughter filled the air as he moved away. "Ah... he and his wife do have something in common!" he bellowed at the guards. As I laid there dry heaving, shame and hatred filled my heart. This was the worst day of my life. I kept trying to justify it internally with the situation I was in. I was being brave, I was being a hero so I could help my wife, so we could get back to our kids. CHAPTER 6 He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me from the ground. We walked with the guards in the darkness toward the building. "Was it worth it? Would I get to see her now?" I wondered. My emotions overtook me again and I began to weep as they led me toward some chairs placed just outside he huge plate glass windows of the 'cafeteria' of Latorge. I was pushed toward a chair. "Sit!" I was ordered. As I sat on the cold metal of the chair, the guards moved behind me and the large man said something to them as he headed around to the front of the building. The guards began carrying on a conversation as I turned my attention to the inside of the building. What I witnessed was like some sort of nightmare. The room was full of people, smoke gathered around the lights in the ceiling. One wall was completely lined with chairs, in the chairs, sat nude women and a few men. Some of the women were visibly shaken, being comforted by other women or men. Most had tears streaming down their faces, and all of them just stared at the floor in front of them. Many of the chairs were empty. I strained to try and find Melissa somewhere. The other people in the room where in various stages of undress, or fully clothed. Most of them sipped drinks and spent most of the time looking and pointing at the seated prisoners. The ages ranged from what appeared to be sixty or older to some that looked like teenagers. Focusing back to the wall in an effort to find Melissa, I spotted the two men that had ridden over with me. The older one sat by himself along the wall, while the younger one was hugging tight to a woman that must have been his wife. Both of them were crying, I am sure the emotion of seeing each other was overwhelming. "Where the fuck is Melissa?" I whispered to myself scanning the room. My scan was interrupted when a guard, accompanied by a very distinguished looking couple in their forties or early fifties, moved toward through the crowd and toward the wall of bodies. Everyone in the rooms' attention focused on them as the stood with the guard studying the wall. The couple whispered to each other for a few minutes before saying something to the guard and pointing to the wall. The guard moved toward the wall, and moving past the naked seated bodies, I noticed that all of them shamefully kept their eyes cast downward as they moved past them. Stopping at a middle aged blonde, the guard looked to the couple. Shaking their heads no, they pointed further down the line. As he moved down I saw the man speak and the guard placed his hand upon another blonde. Smiling, the couple nodded. The guard pulled the blonde woman to her feet, then like a zombie, with her eyes still cast downward, she placed her hands behind her head and began turning in a slow circle for the couple. I could tell by the rapid movement of her stomach that she was either crying or about to hyperventilate. Smiling, and nodding approval, the couple waited as the guard led the young lady toward them. A few tear stained eyes from the wall glanced up to see her being taken away. Arm in arm, the happy couple followed the guard and the woman as they disappeared up the steps at the rear of the room. I could see laughter and cursing going on at the same time in the room. Two thin men were obviously upset as they yelled at the couple as they disappeared up the stairs. "Ah, they must have wanted her!" I heard one of the guards speak in broken English behind me. "That was not twenty seven no, it was?" one asked behind me. "No... no that was not Melissa," I unconsciously murmured back to him, my eyes never leaving the room. Again, the attention turned to another guard, this time escorting in a group of about seven or eight men. "Ha, ha... they combine money for better pick!" laughed one of the guards. Again, the guard moved down the line, my heart sank when he stopped in front of my earlier companion and his wife. Like before, the wife stood, leaving her husbands grip, placed her hands behind her head and made turns for the group. Confused, her husbands eyes darted from her to the guard, to the group and back again. Nodding approval, the guard began to take her to the men. With tears in her eyes, she stopped the guard and said something while pointing at her still seated husband. The guard looked at the number on her hand, and then grabbed his hand to check his. He then barked something the group of men, some of who had already made their way toward the staircase. They stopped and a conversation began between them. He sat nervously as the guard pointed to him and back to her. Finally, an agreement must have been reached because he too stood up and was ordered toward the steps in front of his wife and the guards. Just as they were reaching the steps, a huge commotion erupted at the base of the stairs. The guard pushed everyone aside as two guards led a nude young woman down the stairs. She was obviously extremely upset and crying openly. The guards threw her down the last few steps as another couple of guards were waiting to jerk her off the ground by her hair and drag her toward the rear entrance. The guards behind me immediately went toward the rear door, while one of them pulled out his firearm and pointed it at me. "No move, no sound!" he barked. I just nodded my head yes as the door opened and the young woman was taken out of the door and handed to the guards that had witnessed my humiliation earlier. Her sobs and cries were quickly muffled as the guards gagged her and placed shackles and cuffs on her. As they circled around her, the door was shut and the attention inside was focused on a group of 3 men and 3 women who followed the guards back to the wall. The guard was quickly joined by the large man that had abused me earlier. He took time to talk to the small group and pointed toward the wall. He then motioned for another guard to join them. He explained something to the guard, obviously seeking approval from the six people, before the guard briskly walked away. Then the large man joined the guard at the wall and began frantically pointing at nude bodies. Quickly he grabbed up three very young women, two of them were the twins my cellmate had mentioned earlier. The guard escorted the three girls toward the group and began escorting them back toward the stairs. When the recently departed guard returned, he handed the large man a stack of money. The large man counted the money in front of the six people and pushed the money into the shirt pocket of one of them. Smiling, he pointed to the three young girls and motioned them upstairs. With the situation apparently in control, the large man came to the door and rushed out. The guards moved away from the bound girl as he slapped her across the face. "Disobedient WHORE!" smacking her again. "You NEVER, NEVER deny a request!" Grabbing her hand shone a flashlight on her. "Seventeen," he screeched. Turning toward one guard he ordered "Get the book, tell me about seventeen" The poor young lady lay nude and semiconscious on the ground as the guards moved back around her. The large man walked directly toward me, lighting a cigarette and sitting directly next to me. He motioned the guard holding the gun on me away. "It's alright, everything is over," he sighed at him. I stared inside the building looking for Melissa, and trying to keep away from eye contact with him. "She'll be down shortly," he said to me while blowing smoke into the sky. "Fuck!" he blurted. "Everything goes fine until you get a problem like that bitch" pointing his cigarette toward the bound woman. "Second one tonight and the night is so young," added. "We also had a young boyfriend who was not as nice as you were tonight," he chuckled looking at me. "Tomorrow will be a busy day in the courtyard my friend. Slowly everyone will learn what it takes to survive around here," he whispered through his smoke. I broke my silence. "You said she'll be down soon." Flipping his cigarette out he stared into the room filled with people. "Yes, your little twenty seven, she went up early tonight." he said without removing his stare. "What is her name?" he asked me. "Melissa," I answered. "Do you and Melissa have children?" he asked moving his eyes toward me. "Yes... yes we do have children." A smile came across his face as he leaned toward me. "Do your children enjoy soccer?" Unsure of where he was going, but glad I was having a chance to converse with him, I answered. "Yes, they do like soccer, they play on a team back home from the YMCA." "Ahh, very good, soccer is a sport of the utmost importance in our area. Earlier this week, our national team won the Eastern cup. This will allow them to compete for the world cup later in the year... a tremendous accomplishment in the eyes of my bosses," he said turning his head back to the action inside the room. "Your children will be very proud of their Mommy when you return home, very proud of the stories she can tell them." Again, I was very confused. "Very proud, what do you mean?" I asked wonderingly. "Ah, lovely Melissa and three other lucky women were the prizes for our champion team tonight," he smiled looking back toward me. I bit my lip and turned my gaze back toward the room as hatred filled my gut. "Yes, they have that whole wing," he added pointing to the second floor. "Quite an honor for her if you ask me. She was a bit older than the others chosen, but I guess in one short month she has garnered quite a following." he laughed. I felt like I was going to explode as tears welled up in my eyes. I gripped the cold metal chair with all my might as I stared straight ahead clenching my jaw. "Ah, but each to his own they say old chap!" as he lit another cigarette. "Personally, she was not one of my favorites, a bit too motherly and timid I guess. But, should you have the chance to be with her again, it may be helpful to have her tell you how she overcame that awful gagging noise you both seem to have when you get excited about sucking dick." My emotions exploded as I sprang from my chair. Immediately the guards' gun was back on me. I stood there trembling as he rose to meet me. "Oh... be strong my friend, defy me now and I will personally take care of Melissa myself, in front of you!" His tirade was interrupted when a guard burst from inside the building muttering at the others around the bound woman. They pointed toward me and the large man and he quickly approached with a piece of paper, handing it to the large man and standing back like a good dog who has just pleased his master. "Enjoy the rest of your evening," he smirked at me while walking toward the bound, shivering woman on the ground. "Seventeen... it seems you have a brother you were traveling with. I would think that you care more for him than to act the way you did tonight." The young lady tried to speak into her gag, but no one cared. "Take our little angel home, and go back to the complex and tell Mr. Seventeen to get a good night's rest. Tomorrow will be a looooong fuckin' day!" To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 37