THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 5
Cara hung by her thumbs.
She had suffered thus for over an hour as punishment for slapping the face of a prison guard. She would continue to hang for most of the day. She was naked, of course, and in the middle of the prison yard the sun beat down on her flesh unmercifully. Already, her body was covered with sweat.
There would be no protection for Cara. In the United States, lawyers might later be called, complaints and lawsuits filed, justice sought. But here, on a remote prison island of Indonesia, no such justice existed.
Almost two years earlier, Cara, then seventeen, was involved in a fight with another girl. The origin of the dispute was long-forgotten: drugs, money, a lover or a trinket, once the knives appeared survival became much more important. Cara survived; her opponent was buried a few days later. Now, as on a number of other occasions, Cara regretted her survival. She often recalled, with horror, her first days as a prisoner.
Upon her entry to the prison she was stripped naked, her wrist and ankle irons were welded in place, her hands were locked behind her back and she was hosed down and deloused, all under the leering gaze of both male and female guards.
There followed then the real initiation. With her hands still locked behind her, she was beaten unmercifully by the guards; some used their bare hands, some rubber hoses. She was spared being raped at this juncture although she later found this to be the exception rather than the rule.
The beating finished, she was thrown in a cell, still shackled, and left for twenty-four hours, without food, water or even a pail.
The next morning, a guard unlocked her wrists, re-locking them in front. Her ankles were joined by a foot of chain. She was fed something which passed for food and water and given a pail. For the next week, she remained in the cell, naked and shackled and fed once a day.
After that week, she was removed, hosed down again and brought directly to the warden.
He was a large brute of a man with a face designed to bring fear to the heart of a naked, chained girl. He leered at her openly, making her feel even more degraded than she already did.
"So, murder, eh? I'm sure you'll learn a great deal about right and wrong while you're in our care.
"First of all, you will follow all the rules of this place to the letter and follow all the orders given to you by myself and any of my staff. If you don't, you'll be punished severely.
"Second, you work for what few benefits you have in this place including food, water and rest. Any shortcomings in performing assigned tasks will result in losing those benefits as well as other punishments.
"Finally, any increase in privileges must be earned, regularly, with me or at the service of my guards. Refusal of such service upon demand will result in punishment and the loss of privileges. Do I make myself clear?"
Naked, frightened beyond belief, she had no idea what to do. She simply said, "Y-yes, I think so."
"Good. Guard, move her wrist shackles behind her back!" The guard did so quickly and efficiently.
The warden then showed her a uniform, similar to those worn by the other prisoners. It was clearly unwashed and torn in several places, including the side of one breast.
"I will give you the rules of this exchange once. Do what I ask and you leave here clothed. Refuse, or hesitate in any way, and you get punished. Guard, bring her to the window!"
She was half dragged to the window, there to see the prison yard below. A woman, clothed, wrists chained before her, was being taken forcibly to a gibbet located in the yard. Quickly, her smock was torn from her. Her wrists were hooked to a pulley and drawn up until she stood on tiptoe.
As Cara watched, horrified, a whip was brought out, one made of many separate strands of cowhide. With no preliminaries, the guard struck her with the whip bringing forth a terrible scream. The force of the blow swung her back and forth from the gibbet and spun her body around. He struck her repeatedly, all over her body, and the screams continued.
Cara could not bear to watch and attempted to turn away. The warden, non-plussed, grabbed her hair and forced her to observe.
Twenty strokes were delivered, each punctuated by a scream. Immediately after the whipping, the second guard took a small wooden box and, placing it behind the girl, stood on it and withdrew his cock.
The girl realized through her pain what was about to happen and started screaming, "No, not there, please, its only been a day since the last time, ARRRGH!"
The guard fucked her ass. She hung, sweating, welted, naked, and screamed throughout. When the guard finished, he removed the box and both guards left wordlessly. The girl remained, her toes just brushing the ground beneath her.
Back in the office, the warden explained: "She refused that very guard the privilege he took upon her in the yard. She will hang there for the remainder of the day and she will not be given food or water. Tomorrow, she may be given the opportunity to correct her response on this matter.
"Your duty, now, will be far easier. Kneel down!"
Cara hesitated, but the guard had no difficulty in forcing her to her knees as the warden brought out his own sizable organ.
"You see, Cara, your resistance is useless. Now, avoid any further unpleasantness. Suck my cock!"
Understandably, Cara freaked out. Screaming, fighting an unwinable battle against stronger male hands, she lost all control.
"You disappoint me, Cara. I thought you'd be one to cooperate better than this. Guard, to the yard with her and another week in solitary. Have her raped daily."
The warden returned to his desk; the guard smiled as he dragged out the screaming girl.
She was made to stand near a second pole in the yard, facing it. She was bent forward at a severe angle and her wrists, still joined behind her, were forced up and attached to the pole. Her head was bent over, looking between her own legs. The position was painful and would rapidly grow worse.
The guard removed his belt and struck her ass with it. A dozen strokes were quickly delivered, each one producing a sharp scream.
He made things still worse for her. With no warning, he drove his cock into her cunt, once, withdrew, then plunged into her now-welted ass. Cara screamed, struggled, but only succeeded in enhancing the physical and visual pleasures the guard took from her.
Finished, the guard left. Cara sobbed and suffered.
The warden, viewing the entire performance from his window, smiled. The new girl was opened so wide he could see the come beginning to drip from her ravaged asshole and down her thighs.
Cara suffered for the rest of the day. She was thrown back into her cell at sundown, still naked, wrists still shackled behind her back. She was given no food or water that day.
The next morning, two guards awoke her, moved her wrist shackles to her front, then administered the prescribed rape, together. One took her pussy, the other her ass, each in turn. She was given her ration of food and water then left for the day. The scenario was repeated for the rest of the week.
On the eighth day, she was again brought before the warden.
"Move her wrist shackles behind her!" The guard did so.
"Now, Cara, we see if you've learned anything this past week. Kneel!" Slowly, painfully, she obeyed.
Her guard now stood beside the warden. Both of them unfastened their pants and revealed their cocks.
"Another lesson will be given to you today. Last week, you refused to suck my cock. You were punished for a full week. Today, you again have the opportunity to obey and avoid punishment. But, since you refused the first time, the price of avoiding punishment has increased. You will suck off both of us, without hesitation or resistance, and you will be given clothes. Refuse, and you'll be punished for another week, again starting in the yard. And next week, there will be three of us. Choose now, and begin!"
Crying, shaking in both fear and humiliation, Cara crawled on her knees to the warden. Without force, she took his cock in her mouth and quickly learned how to avoid using her teeth and how to avoid gagging when he pushed into her throat. The warden spoke only once, "Swallow it all!", just before pumping a full load down her throat.
The guard, aroused by watching her service the warden, was already erect. She crawled to him and began sucking him off. She regretted her hands helplessly joined behind her but would have feared using them in any case. She swallowed her second load in moments.
She left the office of the warden minutes later, dressed now in the same tunic she had been shown on her previous visit. It was short, the skirt falling barely to mid-thigh; she would expose herself if she bent over. It had a V-neck which revealed the swell of her breasts. It was tight, thin, and although it was colored with the drab prison stripes, it exposed and displayed her body provocatively. She noted the tear at one breast, large enough to put a hand through. The hole was noticeably larger than it was a week ago. She also noted, with disgust, that the tunic still smelled strongly of its previous owner.
Now "Dressed", she was escorted back to her cell. She was fed quickly then brought out to her first work detail.
A road was being dug through a rocky hillside. Cara was given a large wicker basket and ordered to carry rocks. Under constant supervision, she worked in fear and was lashed repeatedly when she slowed.
There were numerous other girls working with her. Most were wearing brief tunics like hers. A few were naked, bearing fresh welts and bruises, the victims of recent punishment.
On occasion, a guard would pull a girl out of the work detail, force her to her knees and have her suck his cock. Or, perhaps, she might be bent over a large rock and fucked in one of her lower openings. One such girl, showing signs of reluctance, was threatened with punishment. A second guard approached and demanded, ''Alright, cunt, suck us both off!"
"Please, I've got to have some water!"
The guards chuckled, grabbed her together, and dragged her to a nearby boulder.
The boulder had four large eyebolts mounted in it. Two were at ground level, about three feet apart. Two more were three feet higher, forming a square.
The guards tore off her tunic. She was forced to her knees, her back to the boulder. Her wrists were padlocked to the higher eyebolts; her ankles were spread and locked to the lower ones.
"Now, bitch, beg us for a drink!"
"P-please, give me some water..."
The guard took his lash and struck her, hard, across her breasts, bringing forth a pitiful scream.
"Stupid cunt! I said nothing about water. Beg me for a drink!"
Now, petrified with fear, she pleaded, "Please, let me have a drink!"
The guards both chuckled heartily in their victory and drank heavily themselves from their canteens. One of them pulled out his cock and proceeded to piss in her mouth. She drank it down, crying.
He rapidly became erect; without stopping after his piss, he quickly fucked her mouth, and she swallowed.
The second guard pissed all over her body, soaking her. Following suit, he also used her mouth, finishing by covering her face with his load.
Throughout the day the girl remained. Once or twice an hour, a guard would approach her and either piss in her mouth or force her to suck him off.
To Cara's horror, the girl was left there at the end of the shift. The following morning, she was there still and remained through a second day, drinking nothing but the piss of the guards and getting no nutrients other than their come. The sun was merciless on her body.
The next day she rejoined the work force. A week later, after sucking countless cocks, her tunic was returned.
Cara herself was also made to serve in like manner on many occasions. Unfortunately, she was frequently rebellious. Sometimes, the few female guards used the prisoners in much the same way as the males. Cara invariably resisted, and she was regularly punished for it.
Once, a female guard demanded that Cara kneel in the prisoners' shower and serve with her tongue. Cara resisted, calling the guard a slut.
A barrel-shaped object, quite large, was wheeled into the shower. Cara was manacled to it, face-up, spread-eagled, her back bent in a painful, severe arch.
The offended guard straddled her face, demanding pleasure. Cara still resisted.
The guard took her lash and used it all over Cara's severely stretched body. Breasts, belly, thighs and pussy, nothing escaped without welts. Even after Cara started licking, desperately trying to end the whipping, the lash continued to fall, ceasing only with the guard's orgasm and the required after-orgasm cleaning by Cara's lips and tongue. She remained in place overnight and was much used by guards and prisoners alike.
The male guards slept in various barracks, generally six to a room. Each night they were permitted the use of female prisoners in the barracks and made full use of the privilege. Any girl could count on being chosen at least once every week or two. Those serving punishment by loss of clothes, extra chains or more exotic disciplinary devices were chosen more frequently, sometimes for several nights running.
Once, Cara was watching one of her fellow inmates being used by a guard she found almost attractive. She found herself becoming aroused, and thinking herself unobserved, she sneaked a hand under her skirt and started to masturbate.
Moments later, as she approached orgasm, she was suddenly grabbed from behind. The guard spun her around and smiled, saying, "So, pig, you want some yourself?" Without waiting for her answer he dragged off her tunic and threw her to the ground on her back.
Cara, distracted by her own arousal as well as by the suddenness of the guard's attack, resisted.
"So, you don't want to be fucked after all? Perhaps if you practiced taking a cock up your cunt for a few days, you'd enjoy it a bit more!" Laughing, he summoned two more guards to hold her while he located an appropriate toy to punish her with.
A moment later he returned. He was holding an oversized dildo, a good nine inches long and nearly two inches in diameter.
As the other guards held her, he quickly thrust it all the way into her already wet pussy, bringing forth a deep moan from her. Straps went around her waist and crossed through her pussy, leaving her ass open. Padlocks were snapped shut. She was then brought to her knees and her wrists locked behind her back.
''Now, since you've aroused all three of us, you must finish the job!"
One by one, she was made to suck off all three of them. While one fucked her face, the second would use his hands on her tits, teasing her, and the third would play the lash over her body.
It took nearly forty-five minutes of constant work to finish the task, all the while being lashed and molested. The job ended with her exhausted, in pain and thoroughly humiliated. Worse, she was extremely aroused. And her hands could not reach her clit through the leather, even when her shackles were moved to the front again.
Her clothing was denied her for a week. The dildo was kept locked in place for four days running. During her work shift, the eyes of the guards and prisoners alike were drawn to her naked, welted body. All were aware of the large phallus filling her cunt. There was no mistaking it when it drove her into orgasm, and it did so frequently. Yet, she was helpless to stop it, since the whips would keep her moving constantly. Nor could she bring on the orgasms willingly, since her cunt was denied to her own hands.
Her predicament drew much attention from the guards. On all four nights the dildo was in place, she was taken to the guards' barracks for overnight service. Since her pussy was filled and locked away, she was forced to pleasure the guards exclusively with her mouth and ass. While the normal six-man guard room would use three or four girls for their pleasure, they took particular satisfaction in summoning Cara alone and compelling her to service all six men herself without the availability of her cunt.
Such practices were not the exception but the rule. Lesser punishments were commonplace, often done purely at the whim of the guards. An hour or two after lights out, a guard might enter the prisoners' cell, lower a hook from the ceiling and connect it to an ankle shackle chosen at random. The rope would be hoisted until the girl was suspended with only her shoulders still on the floor. The guard would rip off her tunic, lock her hands behind her and whip her pussy for, say, a dozen hard strokes. Crying and suffering, she would be left for the night.
The girls were not even safe from each other. Once, Cara was attacked by another girl during the work shift. Cara defended herself, giving the girl a trouncing before the guards broke up the fight.
Late that night, the girl, with the assistance of two of her friends, set themselves upon Cara as she slept. They lowered the ceiling rope and used it to hog-tie Cara, linking her wrists and ankles together behind her. The rope was hoisted, suspending Cara clear off the floor by her hog-tied limbs. For the next several hours, the three took turns forcing Cara to eat them, using her hair to painfully control the movements of her mouth on their cunts. When they were finally sated, the three slept, abandoning Cara to her painful suspension for the remainder of the night.
Sometimes the guards had a true sense of irony. At times, some girls had to perform work in pairs. One girl in particular, Jenna, had a bad reputation for not cooperating in such circumstances. After a day in which she took unfair advantage of her work partner, Didi, the guards decided to punish her in a particularly cruel manner.
She was to spend the night in a cell about fifteen feet square. She was placed face-down on a box about two feet high. Chains were run out from the four corners of the room and locked onto her wrist and ankle shackles. The chains were then tightened until there wasn't an inch of slack in any of them. The box was then removed, and Jenna hung, most painfully, from her stretched limbs.
Didi was brought in and made to kneel under her, on all fours, supporting Jenna's body. The door was locked shut for the night.
Jenna's tongue earned what little respite she could from her agony. When, hours later, Didi left her position under her for the fourth time to seek orgasm, Jenna was simply too exhausted to try. So Didi sat on her back. Jenna's screams for mercy were so loud that the guards were summoned to investigate. Both girls were whipped, returned to their cells and denied their tunics for two weeks.
While some girls eventually learned to obey, Cara, like some of the others regularly singled out for punishment, did not learn. She cooperated much of the time, but all too often her temper got the better of her. She rebelled, and she was punished brutally. Finally, she committed the offense which resulted in her being hung by her thumbs. Now, early in the day, she was already in agony.
As the two-hour mark neared, two guards approached the hanging girl. One carried two large metal weights equipped with hooks. The other, the smiling one, was the very one she had slapped.
He had awakened her in the usual fashion. Armed with a large billy-club, he walked into the fifteen-foot square cell, unfurnished, which held close to thirty female prisoners. Most wore the brief, torn, dirty prison tunics, with no underwear. All wore the heavy metal shackles welded onto their four limbs for the duration of their sentences.
Upon his entry into the cell, many of the women awoke and stood voluntarily. He then walked among the others, poking one in the stomach, using his hand on another's breast or crotch, or perhaps delivering a painful blow with the club to the elbow or knee of one he disliked.
In Cara's case, his hand went directly under her skirt and penetrated her cunt. She awoke instantly, responded purely on instinct and slapped his face. Hard.
The guard, smiling, hooked his club under her arms and behind her back, hoisted her painfully to her feet and, using her hair to guide her, hauled her out to be punished.
Cara recognized her guilt. And now, as the two guards approached the suffering beauty, she trembled in fear, recognizing what was coming as she saw the weights.
"So, my fine cunt. Would you like to slap me again?"
"Oh please, God! I can't take this!"
"Of course you can't. But you will. And it will get much worse."
Her ankle shackles had the usual loops attached which allowed them to be used for a variety of purposes. The guard took one of the fifteen pound weights and hung it from her right ankle. As she began to scream, he hung the other weight from her left ankle.
Even now, with the weights attached, her toes still fell painful inches short of touching the ground. Her thumbs, now supporting a full thirty extra pounds, suffered renewed agony. And because the weights were short, round affairs with a short hook, they hung directly inside her ankles, and she could no longer bring her legs fully together. Her pussy, already fully exposed, opened slightly. Cara felt it do so, and a wave of new humiliation flooded through her on top of her physical agony.
"Bitch--it seems your cunt is inviting my touch. Would you like to beg me to fuck you while you hang? Perhaps it would ease the strain on your poor stretched thumbs."
"Go to hell!"
Smiling again, he turned to his partner, "Remove your belt. I will hold the cunt steady from behind while you give her six strokes on each breast."
As the partner removed his belt, the guard walked behind Cara. Without warning, he penetrated her cunt with two fingers and her ass with his thumb. Cara renewed her agonized screams and didn't even see the first belt-stroke land on her right breast.
The strokes continued without respite. In the meantime, the first guard's thumb and fingere were digging painfully at the interior of her cunt and ass, squeezing, attempting to open a new passage between them.
She fainted on the last stroke. Not wanting to deprive her of any of her punishment, they produced a bucket of cold water. Together, they urinated in the bucket, adding nearly a quart of piss to its contents. As Cara hung unconscious, they dumped the bucket over her head and body, reviving her and renewing her pain.
Awakening, she immediately smelled and tasted the piss, realizing what had been done to her. Completely broken, she cried silently as the guards left, laughing.
Naked, reeking of piss and hanging by her thumbs with thirty pounds of extra weight attached to her ankles, Cara continued her agony long after the hot sun dried her body.
Unknown to her, the prison warden was at that moment describing her on the telephone to the manager of a certain resort located in the south Pacific.
Across the yard from Cara, another naked female was chained, naked and spreadeagled, to a steel plate angled to face the sun. As the plate grew ever hotter, the girl shifted her body from time to time, trying futilely to avoid the heat as her unprotected body began to fry. Neither was aware of the conversation occurring at that time between the warden's assistant and the owner of a steamship freighter which was anchored at a nearby island. Passage was being arranged for a beautiful, naked girl who would be brought to the ship in a small cage.
The shot was administered to Cara while she still hung, now late in the afternoon. It would keep her unconscious for twenty-four hours and could be renewed daily. After locking her wrist shackles together behind her back and placing her in the cage, an I.V. was started to replace the fluids lost during her torture and give her nutrients.
Two weeks later, the ship docked at the Casino.
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