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Chapter 16

Dripping with sweat, the prisoners tramped up the jungle road. All of the newcomers, 626 included, were at the back of the group, not yet as work for as the other set of prisoners. This left them at the mercy of the guards, who were freely using whips to drive the prisoners on at the correct pace.

626 could feel the aches in her tired muscles, but willed herself on. She had already tasted the whip this morning, a wicked strike that wrapped around her torso and licked the underside of her left breast.

The group came upon an open scar in the jungle, and drew to halt, the newer prisoners at the front of the two files the guards had them stop in. Chests heaving, gasping for air in the heat and humidity, 626 and 850 stood next to each other.

The scar was where the jungle had been partly cleared on both sides of the road. Felled trees lay on a ground that had been roughly hacked clear of undergrowth. 626 could see why the jungle was being cleared, as steel power pylons could be seen on the the horizon.

Whilst one set of guards kept watch on the two ranks of prisoners, another set crossed to a large, sealed container at the edge of the road, opening it and ducking inside. The guards came back out holding sets of chains, and made a beeline for the front rank of prisoners.

626 heard a voice from behind her. 'Here they are, new meat. Your hauling chains...'

A guard approached her, a female, holding a set of chains in her hands. She had a wicked grin on her face.

'Nice... With that uniform, I can get this next to your skin.'

The chain was wrapped around 626's waist, pulled tight and locked off at the front. The end if the chain was then pulled down between her legs, the guard making sure that it bisected 626's labia. Then it passed between her arse cheeks, and up to a ring snapped on at the back. The guard gave it a good hard pull, 626 breathing in sharply as she felt it dig into her cunt and arse, and drag down towards her hip bones.

The guard laughed, as she clipped the remaining end of the chain at 626's back. 'Think that hurt? Wait until you and another cunt like you have to haul out a tree...'

626 looked over at 850, who was being fitted with a similar chain. In her case, part of it was run over the ragged uniform she was wearing, but the guard had made sure that the chain had nothing between it and 850's cunt.

The realization of what was awaiting hit 626 like a hammer blow. All of her cellmates were going to spend the next two weeks hauling tree trunks using just their own strength, with chains that were going to dig deeply into their most sensitive parts. She started to tremble as a set of manacles were placed on her wrists, joined by a short length of chain.

'Hey, meat... Maybe you get in my cage tonight? Maybe I rub that sore cunt better..?

626 was about to turn round, to say... something, anything, to the feral faced prisoner from her night before, but a guard growled at the other prisoner first.

'550! Shut that mouth, or I'll shut it for you!'

Other guards were handing hand axes and saws to other prisoners. It was noticable that as they did, more guards, carrying rifles, had appeared, the rifles held at the ready.

626 and 850 were ordered out of the line, and led to a large tree trunk, some distance away. This looked to have been prepared already, no branches left on the trunk, and two large screw in anchors already in place at one end. Chains from the anchors were clipped to the bitter end of the chains that wrapped around 626 and 850. A single guard, a female, combat fatigues already soaked with sweat, uncoiled a long whip, and stood to one side.

'Alright, you scum. Let's see how well you work!'

She swung the whip, the blow landing across 626's shoulders. 626 cried out, feeling the line of fire that burned into her skin, and leaned forward, taking the strain. The chain dug itself deeply into her cunt and she made a noise more animal than human. Beside her, 850 did the same, and slowly, step by agonizing step, the trunk started to slide along the ground behind them.
 
Chapter 17

'Pull, you lazy bitches!'

The whip crashed down across 626's back, and her head snapped back as she cried out in pain. How many times had that whip fallen on her now? She had no idea, had lost count some time back. The rags that she wore as a uniform had fallen off her shoulders and down her arms, displaying her naked body, dripping with sweat.
Her vision had narrowed to a tunnel, focused on the edge of the road, a focus shaped by the whip and the pain from the chain digging into her cunt. She was aware of none of the other prisoners, who were working around her to pull other trunks, or trim off branches and the tops of the trees.

She barely noticed 850, chained to the same tree, struggling alongside her. The edge of the road was everything, a chance to get some water, to rest for a short time as the chain was taken off the log, a respite from the whip and the chain.

How many logs had she pulled so far? Two? Three? She couldn't remember. She just hoped that at the end of the day, it would be enough.

The edge of the road was raised from the cleared land around it, and she reached out with her hands to get extra leverage, pulling herself up using some vines, ignoring the bites of the ants that were crawling over it. Then she dropped to her knees, chest heaving as she gulped in air. She felt the chain between her legs go slack as the trunk was removed and the sudden rush of blood back into the region made her gasp. She pushed back to sit on her heels, and turned to look at 850, who was sprawled on the road beside her. As she did, she reached down with her manacled hands to rub at herself.

The guard was on her in an instant, giving her a backhanded slap across the face that left 626 sprawled across the ground. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?'

She grabbed 626 by the hair, hauling her up from the ground, leaving 626 crying out in pain.

'The chain isn't enough for you, is it? You need something extra.... ' The guard reached into a pouch on her belt and pulled out a large dildo with a ring on the base. After pulling on a pair of latex gloves, the guard went behind 626, who soon had the chain through her legs pulled loose, and the dildo threaded onto it.

The guard cane back in front of 626, holding a small plastic bottle. 'You know what this is, bitch? This is a oil distilled from a plant that's native to La Isla.' The guard saw 626's eyes grow wide and grinned, before putting a generous quantity of the oil on the dildo, and rubbing additional amounts onto 626's labia and clitoris.

As the dildo was forced home, 626 could feel the oil start to take effect, a low warming sensation that gradually built in intensity. By the time the chain was back in place, the dildo firmly held in 626's cunt, the burn was becoming felt, and 626 started to breathe heavily, her chest rising and falling.

The guard rubbed her gloved hands into 626's nipples, depositing a costing of the oil there, before discarding the gloves carefully. 'Perhaps this will make you remember why you are here... Now back to work, you pair of whores!'

The guard pushed 626 back into the flattened jungle, 850 following on. 850 caught up with 626, glancing at her bedmate. 626 was moaning softly to herself, biting at her lip, her hands clenching and unclenching reflexively. 'Are you ok?'

'Aaahhhhh...... fuck....f....fuck....' 626 took a deep breath. 'It's too much.... Jesus fuck.... It's too much....' She was trying to hold herself together, but it was so hard. The whole situation she was in was twisting her again. She felt like she was walking on a knife edge. She couldn't let herself come. Christ only knew what the guards would do to her if she came in this way, from this treatment.

The guard pushed to a fresh trunk, some distance from the road, where a pair of prisoners had just finished screwing in the large eyelets and chains that she would be attached to. The sensations of the chain between her legs being jostled as it was set up was a vague feeling, overwhelmed by the burn from the oil in her cunt, on her clit and on her nipples.

Being freshly worked on, this trunk slid more easily, but each tug on the chain pushed the dildo deeper into her cunt. 626 knew she wasn't going to make it, that at some point, very soon, she was going to come, and there was nothing that she was going to be able to do about it.

She faltered, taking a sideways step into 850. The guard was quick with the whip, a single harsh slice across 626's shoulders. 626 fell to her knees, and the guard snarled, a second whip strike curling around 626's sweating and trembling torso.

626's head snapped back, and she cried out, whilst the whip fell again and again. She came, hard, her eyes rolling back and her cunt dripping with her own fluids. Every strike of the whip served to drive her onwards, until the guard dropped the whip and grabbed 626 by the hair, hauling her head back even further.

'Did you just fucking come?' The guard was almost incredulous. '¡Que Puta!' She threw 626 to one side, leaving her moaning on the ground, and walked over to another guard, a well built male in a beret.

As the guards talked, glancing over at 626, 850 crawled over. 'Did you just come?'

626 was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. 'Y...Yes.... I....I couldn't stop myself... The oil, the..the chain... The wh...whip. It was all....too much....'

The guards came over, releasing 626 from the trunk. The male grabbed her by the hair again, leading her away, stumbling after him, whilst the female grabbed a long branch from the ground close by and followed behind.

When they reached the edge of the road, the female guard went to the container, returning with a set of ropes and a machete in her hands. 626, trembling from the sensations that were still coursing through her, was released from the manacles, whilst the branch was trimmed. Soon it was placed across her shoulders, her arms outstretched along its length, tied at the wrists and the elbows.

The guards ripped the rags off her body, then forced 626 to her heels, kneeling her on the ground, using ropes at her knees to keep her in that position, with further ropes keeping her legs spread by running to either end of the branch across her shoulders.

The male guard stood in front of the naked, sweating prisoner, whilst the female used a cut piece of the branch to peg the crotch chain, pulling it tight, and burying the dildo as deep as it could go.

'My comrade here says you're a whore. Says you enjoy the burn of the oil, and the feel of the whip.' He was undoing his flies as he said this, his erect cock jutting out from his camoflague pants. 'Well, whore, there's a lot more guards here, and I'm certain they'll like to see how good a whore you are....'

He grabbed 626 by the hair one more time, whilst the female guard pulled a metal gag from a pocket, fitting it behind 626's teeth, then using a hinged mechanism to crank open her mouth. As soon as the gag had been opened, the male stuffed his cock in her mouth.

'Do a good job, whore, and maybe we'll treat you to another dose of oil...'
 
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Chapter 18

626 felt the guard's cock twitch in her mouth, and she tried her best to ready herself for the load of come that was about to fill her mouth and throat.

How many guards? How many cocks? She had no idea. She was just an open mouth now. Her hair, face and chest were a slimy mess of sweat, come and drool. Her jaw ached from the gag, her legs and arms burnt from the position she was in.

Her back was crossed by a myriad of weals, the female guards taking their pleasure on her tortured form by whipping her, often whilst a male guard made use of her mouth.

The guard came, withdrawing as he did, his hot semen splashing over 626's face and chest again. Her head dropped, and more semen dropped out of her held open mouth. It was a relief as she felt the gag being loosened, then removed.
Her head was violently wrenched back, until she was looking straight up, into the face of one of the female guards.

'Don't think we're done with you, Puta,'

Slowly, as she was untied, 626 realized that she must have been in position for hours, and that the day was drawing to a close, and that the other prisoners were being walked to the the road for the march back to the camp. Dark clouds were rolling in overhead, and she could hear the distant rumble of thunder.

She was lifted to her feet by the simple expedient of two guards lifting the branch that was still tied across her shoulders, and the dildo finally removed. A rough noose of rope was tied around her neck, then the bitter end was grabbed by a guard, and she was dragged to the front of the now formed column.

As the rain started to fall, she heard a shouted order, and with a sharp tug on the noose, she was dragged into motion, the column marching behind her.

-*-

The column turned into the camp from the road, soaked to the skin by the rain that was only just starting to ease. Even the guards were soaked, despite the ponchos that some of them had put on as the downpour had started. It had served to wash the prisoners of their sweat and dirt, and even 626 was relatively free of the mess she had been coated in.

626 was lead away from the column, and she saw with a growing sense if horror that she was being led to the series of whipping posts, where a female guard with rank pins was waiting between two posts.

'This is the Yanqui whore?'

The guard who had dragged her along at the head of the column nodded. 'Si. She's already pleasured the males, and we thought it was time us girls had some fun...'

The guards worked quickly, removing the branch from across 626's shoulders, then placing leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles. She was positioned between two poles, and her wrists attached to chains that hung from both of them, until she was stood in an upright Y shape, her arms held above her head and pulled out to either side.

It was when chains were attached to her ankle cuffs that 626 realized how she would be chained. One guard lifter her legs whilst the other ran the chains to with pole, until she hung there from her widely stretched limbs, her cunt and ass at roughly crotch height and completely open to what was going to be done to her in this bent double position.

The guards made sure everything was tight, adjusting a little at a time, until 626 let out a low moan.

One guard chuckled. 'Save your breath, Yanqui. We'll have you screaming later.'

The guards turned and left, leaving 626 suspended in her obscene display.
 
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@TheLimey An exceedingly hot story, wonderful action and very inspiring. Somehow I missed this before.. I don't mind that it stops suddenly; I enjoyed every chapter. Very good writing and a thrilling scenario, well done. The cover art's not bad either :thumbsup: :enamorado:
 
TheLimey said:
Chapter 18

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The column turned into the camp from the road, soaked to the skin by the rain that was only just starting to ease. Even the guards were soaked, despite the ponchos that some of them had put on as the downpour had started. It had served to wash the prisoners of their sweat and dirt, and even 626 was relatively free of the mess she had been coated in.

625 was lead away from the column, and she saw with a growing sense if horror that she was being led to the series of whipping posts, where a female guard with rank pins was waiting between two posts.

'This is the Yanqui whore?'

The guard who had dragged her along at the head of the column nodded. 'Si. She's already pleasured the males, and we thought it was time us girls had some fun...'
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Great story. 625 is a typo.
 

La Isla - Book 2​


The Story So Far.

Jay Haskins, a Reuters correspondent in San Allende, a small Latin American State in the Caribbean, attempted to get too close to the right wing rebels who opposed the ruling regime.

The outside world has been told she is dead, but she has in actuality been swallowed up by the state security apparatus, tortured and has joined the ranks of 'The Disappeared'.

She is now simply Prisoner 626, an enemy of the Regime, tortured, and shipped out to La Isla, to work as a slave.

Interlude

Reuters London

Reuters is saddened to have to announce the death of their correspondent Jay Mary Haskins. The authorities in San Allende, where Jay was currently based, have reported that she died in a fire in her apartment building, most likely caused by a lit candle.

Jay leaves behind her parents, Mark and Rose. A memorial service will be held for her at St Bride's Church, Fleet Street, next Wednesday. In lieu of flowers, donations should be made to the Free Speech Fund of the NUJ.
 
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TheLimey said:
La Isla - Part 2

The Story So Far.

Jay Haskins, a Reuters correspondent in San Allende, a small Latin American State in the Caribbean, attempted to get too close to the right wing rebels who opposed the ruling regime.

The outside world has been told she is dead, but she has in actuality been swallowed up by the state security apparatus, tortured and has joined the ranks of 'The Disappeared'.

She is now simply Prisoner 626, an enemy of the Regime, tortured, and shipped out to La Isla, to work as a slave.

Interlude

Reuters London

Reuters is saddened to have to announce the death of their correspondent Jay Mary Haskins. The authorities in San Allende, where Jay was currently based, have reported that she died in a fire in her apartment building, most likely caused by a lit candle.

Jay leaves behind her parents, Mark and Rose. A memorial service will be held for her at St Bride's Church, Fleet Street, next Wednesday. In lieu of flowers, donations should be made to the Free Speech Fund of the NUJ.
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Hyped to see the return of this amazing story!

If anyone missed part one, it’s here:
With a nice cover.. by me! :p
 
Chapter 1

It was just after dark when the guards came back, the position 626 was in making the pain in her shoulders and hips go from a dull ache to a roar by the time the group of females had walked over. Most were carrying flaming torches, which they set up in a circle around her, the flames flickering, reflecting off the sweat that freely ran down her. Two carried a large cooler, which they set down close by. More ominously, one carried a large rucksack, which she dropped on the ground below where 626 hung.

The conversation flowed around her in rapid Spanish, 626 catching the occasional words. She could hear the cooler opening and closing, hear the sound of cans opening, and she realized how thirsty she truly was.

She turned her head as a guard approached. 'Agua...por....f...favor...'

The guard lent over 626's face. 'Agua? You think you deserve water?' The guard took a swig from a can she had in her right hand, letting a little dribble out of her mouth and into 626's own mouth. 626 could instantly taste the little bit of beer that she'd been allowed.

'P...please..... '

The guard grabbed her chin with her left hand. 'Please? You're gonna have to do better than that... ' She spat in 626's face, but still didn't let go.

626 couldn't help herself. She could feel the spit on her lips, and she had to lick them.

The guard laughed. 'Good little puta.. You behave tonight, maybe you'll get some more to drink later.' She whipped the can over 626's body, pouring out the rest of the cold beer in a stream over 626 that caused her to breathe in sharply.

She dropped 626's chin, and walked around to between 626's legs. She stopped, reaching for something from the bag on the ground down there.

She ran her left hand down 626's leg. 'The guards from today say you're a pain whore. That you come when they hurt you.'

626 realized that the other guards had formed a ragged circle around the two of them. 'I've made a bet on you tonight. I've made a bet that you'll come more under the lash than from being fucked.' She held a short single tailed whip in her right hand.

'You come like the little whore you are for me, and maybe you get to come down from these posts in the morning, si?'

And with that, she swung the whip, crashing it into 626's exposed cunt.

-*-

Dawn was just starting to lighten the sky when 626 felt the chains that held her legs and arms in place removed.

She collapsed on the ground, unable to move, just able to curl up foetally, unable even to cry. Her stomach, cunt and thighs were a mass of weals and cuts, with some whipmarks extending out as far as her breasts.

She had come all right. The guards had taken it in turn, first the whip, then fucking her with a dildo, the night air broken by the raucus laughs of the female guards and her cries. She was sticky with beer, which had been liberally poured down her face and body everytime she came.

Throughout it all, the same one guard had wielded the whip, expertly tearing orgasm after orgasm from her body, beyond anything she had ever known before.

She felt a hand lift her head, felt the cold water on her lips and fill her mouth.

'Good whore. I won big last night because of you.' The guard motioned to two others, males. 'Hose this one down and cage her today. Tomorrow she goes back to clearance duties'
 
Chapter 2

626 lost track of time. Her days were the same. Woken before Dawn with the rest of the prisoners, she was fed her meagre rations of rice and some sort of stew before they were all matched out to the clearing, to sweat all day at the work of clearing the way for power lines that she could see being built in the distance.

Totally naked except for the remains of the shoes on her feet, the guards took an extra delight in having her haul the trunks to the road, making sure the chains were tight against her body. More often than not, she would come under the treatment meted out to her. It was then that she noticed that 850 was helping her to recover, offering herself to the guards to allow 626 to recover herself.

At night, back in the camp, 626 and 850 were caged together, until 850 caught the eye of one of the male guards in particular, who would collect her from the cage after the evening meal of the same rice and stew, returning her a few hours later. Each time she returned 850 was inevitably dripping sperm from her cunt, her ass, or it was literally coating her face, but she also returned with a small treat, an extra serving of water, or a small bar of chocolate, which 850 shared with 626.

One night, 850 returned later than usual. 626 had already fallen asleep, exhausted by a day that had rained hard, turning the clearing into a field of mud that they had to slip and slide through. 626 and 850 had made their quota for the day, but two other prisoners had falled, and they whole camp had been forced to see them whipped to the point of collapse on their return to the camp.

'Jay...' the voice was a whisper, accompanied by a shake.

''Maria?' her voice sounded loud in the stillness of the night.

'Shh.....' 850 looked around. Using real names was a punishable offense, but prisoners still did so, a form of connection between themselves, a little act of rebellion. The nearest cage was empty, the occupants the two prisoners still hanging from the whipping posts.

'Jay, we have a comrade in this camp...'

'You found someone in contact with the rebels?'

'Si... The guard, the one who fucks me. His cousin is a rebel. He wishes to cross over. He says he knows someone on the work crews who construct the power lines. The work crews often smuggle contraband onto the island, provide some to the guards. It will take a little time, and a lot of money, but it is possible we could get you off the island.'

Maria looked at Jay. 'There is one problem. In two days, we are to be sent back to the main camp. The guard says he cannot talk to his friend until after we are gone..'

Jay dropped her head. For a moment, she had had a little spark of hope.

'There is a way, but it will not be easy'

Jay looked up again. 'What is it? What did we need to do?'

'We need to make sure we are still here after the rest of the prisoners are sent back to the main camp.'

Maria pointed over to where the punishment boxes were. 'We need to make sure we are locked up in one of those....'
 
Chapter 3.

The day had been as exhausting as any other. As the prisoners turned into the camp, 626 rolled her shoulders back, feeling the fresh weal she had been given early that day.

Besides her, 850 surreptitiously looked around as they marched in. When the last of the column of prisoners had entered the compound, and the gate was closed, she lent closer to 626.

'Now, as we discussed!'

626's heart was in her mouth. This bit was going to be dangerous, but they had to risk it. She faked a stagger, stepping into the path of 850, who clattered into 626's right leg, falling over it and ending up sprawled on the ground.

850 turned over quickly. '¡Tu madre una puta!'

'Get out of my fucking way, bitch!'

850 launched herself at 626, catching her around the waist and knocking her to the ground. All around them, the rest of the prisoners circled up, catcalling in Spanish while the guards looked on.

626 twisted and rolled, pushing 850 over until she was on top of her friend. They had discussed this last night. This had to be as real as they could make it, so she balled up her fists and started to punch at 850, landing blows in the stomach, the chest and the face.

850 cried out as the blows landed, but she rolled herself, dropping 626 onto the ground again, and scrambling to her feet. She wiped a trickle of blood from a cut that 626 had opened up with a blow to the mouth.

626 lifted herself to one knee, only to fall back again as she caught a wild kick from 850 in her right hand side, which caused her to grunt in pain. The kick had made 850 lose her balance, and she also fell, 626 scrambling over to pin her to the ground face down. 626 grabbed a handful of hair, pulling up and back, ready to grind 850's face into the dirt.

She never got the chance. She didn't hear the whistle of the whip as it descended, but it exploded across her shoulders, and she cried out in pain as the blow cut into her skin, blood starting to pour from the cut, mixing with the sweat and dust that coated her body.

A second blow wrapped around her torso, another cut opening up across her stomach. Almost simultaneously, she felt a hand grab her hair, wrenching her off 850's back, and brutally throwing her to one side.

She tensed up as she head the whip descend again, but this time it hit 850, who cried out as it opened up a cut across her arse.

626 made to get up, but a blow from a truncheon to her stomach dropped her screaming to the ground, curled up, the wind knocked out of her. She felt hands grab her roughly, hauling her to her feet, a pair of female guards holding her up. Through tear filled eyes she saw 850 hauled up as well, two guards grabbing her in a similar fashion.

The head guard for the day, a close cropped male, stepped into the space between them. He swung a punch at first 626 and then at 850, each one aimed to the stomach, doubling them over.

'Drag these idiots to the whipping post!'
 
Chapter 4

It was the work of minutes for the guards to drag 626 and 850 over to the posts, their feet trailing on the ground and kicking up dust, the head guard marching along behind them

'Tie the two cunts together, face to face!'

They were much of the same height, so soon they were tied in place between two of the posts, wrists tied to wrists, and ankles to ankles, with 626's held to the outside. These were then tied off to the posts, leaving them face to face in a spreadeagle. Rope was looped in a finger of eight around their necks, pulled tight, forcing them to rest each other's heads on their opposite's shoulder.

Finally, a rope was tied around their waists, pulled tight making sure that their bodies touched. 626 could feel the grit from 850's dirt crusted skin against her own.

The head guard nodded to one of the others, who paced off behind 850, positioning himself in order to wield the whip to maximum effect, and 626 could hear the tread of feet from behind her, knowing another guard was mirroring the first.

The head guard looped a rough rope through 626's mouth, tying it off behind her head, then did the same to 850.

'¡Malditas putas! You're in for it now....'

He shouted to both guards. 'Whip them till they both pass out, then make sure they're awake again before you leave them here for the night.'

He turned back to the two bound prisoners. 'Tomorrow you go into the box....'

He marched away, and 626 felt herself tense up as she saw the guard behind 850 shake out the long single tailed whip. Then her world exploded in pain. The first stroke lashed across her backside, and she tossed her head back, a wordless scream escaping the rope in her mouth.

She saw the guard behind 850 wind up, and then the poor girl mirrored her, as the whip fell across 850's upper back. Then it was her turn again, another stroke, across her shoulders, crossing the one from earlier, ripping the skin open.

Blow after blow fell upon first one, then the other, the breath being driven from each of them in turn, each blow calculated to cause the maximum pain. She could feel the trickle of liquid down her back, across her arse and down her back, and she knew that blood and sweat were mixed together in that flow.

She could feel 850's legs trembling, could feel the way her breath was becoming shallower, more ragged. She could feel the sweat pouring down her own face, mixing with the tears that fell from her eyes. She willed herself to pass out, for 850 to pass out, so the whipping would stop.

She felt 850 go limp, her legs giving out, her head falling back, and she realized now that she was having to support 850's weight as well as her own.

She was trembling now, her muscles visibly straining. There was a pause in the whipping, then a stroke snaked up between her legs and snapped against her defenseless cunt. The cry that escaped her was more animal than human, but the guard didn't stop, stroke after stroke now burying themselves into her cunt, and 626 realized with horror that she didn't know if she would pass out or orgasm first.

One final stroke buried itself inside her, the end of the whip thudding against her clit, and she howled, thrashing with all her remaining strength as she came, the ground beneath her suddenly wet with her squirt. Then it all went black....
 
TheLimey said:
Chapter 4

It was the work of minutes for the guards to drag 626 and 850 over to the posts, their feet trailing on the ground and kicking up dust, the head guard marching along behind them

'Tie the two cunts together, face to face!'

They were much of the same height, so soon they were tied in place between two of the posts, wrists tied to wrists, and ankles to ankles, with 626's held to the outside. These were then tied off to the posts, leaving them face to face in a spreadeagle. Rope was looped in a finger of eight around their necks, pulled tight, forcing them to rest each other's heads on their opposite's shoulder.

Finally, a rope was tied around their waists, pulled tight making sure that their bodies touched. 626 could feel the grit from 850's dirt crusted skin against her own.

The head guard nodded to one of the others, who paced off behind 850, positioning himself in order to wield the whip to maximum effect, and 626 could hear the tread of feet from behind her, knowing another guard was mirroring the first.

The head guard looped a rough rope through 626's mouth, tying it off behind her head, then did the same to 850.

'¡Malditas putas! You're in for it now....'

He shouted to both guards. 'Whip them till they both pass out, then make sure they're awake again before you leave them here for the night.'

He turned back to the two bound prisoners. 'Tomorrow you go into the box....'

He marched away, and 626 felt herself tense up as she saw the guard behind 850 shake out the long single tailed whip. Then her world exploded in pain. The first stroke lashed across her backside, and she tossed her head back, a wordless scream escaping the rope in her mouth.

She saw the guard behind 850 wind up, and then the poor girl mirrored her, as the whip fell across 850's upper back. Then it was her turn again, another stroke, across her shoulders, crossing the one from earlier, ripping the skin open.

Blow after blow fell upon first one, then the other, the breath being driven from each of them in turn, each blow calculated to cause the maximum pain. She could feel the trickle of liquid down her back, across her arse and down her back, and she knew that blood and sweat were mixed together in that flow.

She could feel 850's legs trembling, could feel the way her breath was becoming shallower, more ragged. She could feel the sweat pouring down her own face, mixing with the tears that fell from her eyes. She willed herself to pass out, for 850 to pass out, so the whipping would stop.

She felt 850 go limp, her legs giving out, her head falling back, and she realized now that she was having to support 850's weight as well as her own.

She was trembling now, her muscles visibly straining. There was a pause in the whipping, then a stroke snaked up between her legs and snapped against her defenseless cunt. The cry that escaped her was more animal than human, but the guard didn't stop, stroke after stroke now burying themselves into her cunt, and 626 realized with horror that she didn't know if she would pass out or orgasm first.

One final stroke buried itself inside her, the end of the whip thudding against her clit, and she howled, thrashing with all her remaining strength as she came, the ground beneath her suddenly wet with her squirt. Then it all went black....
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Wow.. that’s all I can say for the moment..! :eek: :devil:
 
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