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BOOM BOOM! What's going on? BOOM "Ouvrez! Police! Ouvrez!" 'Police? What do they want?' "Ouvrez" the voice commanded. Sleepily Caroline got up and stumbled to the door. BOOM! They really got impatient. Before the door of the cheap Parisean hotel room an old man with a weather-beaten face and a menacing young man in a black leather jacket were waiting. They immediately pushed the Caroline into her room and closed the door. "Madame Caroline Schneider?" The half asleep girl nodded. "We have reason to believe that you have narcotic drugs in your possession. Is this true?" "Drugs? Me? No..no...Of course not" the suddenly frightened girl stammered. The younger man was studying her body with glistening eyes. She realized that she was completely naked. Quickly she grabbed the bed sheet and covered herself. "You better get dressed" the old man suggested. "Can we take a look at your room?" he politely inquired. Without waiting for the answer the young man started to go through the wardrobes and drawers. As Caro started to go to the bathroom the change the older man commanded her back. "Sorry, Madame, but you have to change somewhere here. We cannot allow you to destroy evidence." "I have no drugs!!" she cried. The men ignored her, continuing their search. Caroline turned her back to the men and tried to put on a dress as quickly as possible. As she was struggling to slip into her skirt she heard the young man whistle: "Eh patron." Both Caroline and the old man turned. The mattress of the bed was moved. Caroline's eyes opened wide as she saw the three small packs of white powder lurking under the sheet. "No drugs, eh" grinned the young cop. "I..I really have no idea ... you have to believe me!" Caroline was gripped with fear. "Bien, young lady, pack your suitcase and come with us. All will be solved" the old man said softly. Completely confused Caroline packed up and followed the man downstairs. In the street she was shoved with her baggage into an unmarked police van without windows. In it she saw Ina, another girl from the school was sitting with a handsome young cop. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Ta gueule" the cop barked. "Silence!" "They found some drugs under my bed. I .." whispered Caroline. "Ta gueule" the cop snapped again and stood up intimidating. Caroline shut up. Ina looked at her and indicated that the same happened to her. The two girls looked at each other, wondering what that meant when the door opened and two more girls were pushed inside - Daniela, another German girl from the school and - Consuela, followed by another cop. As they opened their mouths the cops bellowed "Ta guele, putain. Shout up, now". Both wielded cruel looking police batons in their hands. The doors were shut from outside with an ugly clank, and the car started. Without sirens and lights the van moved through the dark Paris, driving for about half an hour. Suddenly the car honked. They heard a large iron gate open and close again. After a moment the doors of the van opened. "Descendez", an unseen voice ordered. When they grabbed their suitcases one cop said "No! Sey will be brot later". Obediently they left the car and found themselves in a dimly lit court, surrounded by high walls on three sides and a grim dark building with an open lit gate. "Vite, vite" the guards cried menacingly. The four girls ran through the gate into a well-lit hall with fenced windows and a concrete floor. On the walls ten to fifteen wooden doors - prison doors - were seen, two were open. "Allez, allez". The girls, frightened to resist, were unceremoniously pushed into them. Randomly they pushed Ina and Caro into one of them, Consuela and Daniela into the other. They just could hear 'Consuela's scream "no, no", and the door slammed shut. Caro looked around. A bunk bed, a table and an old yet proper washbasin with a tab. What had happened to her? Without talking she sat down on the bed to think. Why did they do this? Ina told her story, which was basically the same. Two cops had found small bags with white powder under her pants. What had happened? Who framed her? Both contemplated the situation when the door opened again. Two burly guards entered. "tu, viens" they ordered, pointing at Caroline. Without listening to her protests they grabbed the frightened girl and marched her out. After walking through a gangway she was ushered into a room equipped with a hospital bed, a curtain, a chair and a desk. As she entered a man in a white lab coat and a stethoscope in his pocket sat behind the desk.
With new hope Caroline turned to the doctor. He was a young man with nice feature but small piercing eyes. Without saying a word he examined her body. Caroline grew uncomfortable. As she opened the mouth to speak the doctor raised his hands to silence her. "Undress" he said in a low voice with a strong French accent. "Where am I? And what does this mean?" Caroline inquired. The man just stood there and looked at her. Caroline turned to look at the guards. They just stood there, looking back at her with neutral faces. Hesitantly Caroline began to strip. When she was completely naked she just stood, covering her intimate parts. "Don't" the soft low voice commanded. He started to walk around her, closely inspecting her body looking closely at her skin. Then he returned to his desk, picked up a folder and began to scribble. Caroline was puzzled: What was this all about. "I want to .." The man looked up sharply. "Silence" he commanded and continued to write. Then he nodded to the guards. They came forward and guided her to an oddly shaped chair behind the curtain. The moment she saw it she began to struggle. "No, leave me, don't do this. Please leave me," she yelled. It was like a gyno-chair with high foot rests, equipped with restraining belts. Without any apparent effort the two guards overcame her resistance, made her sit down, lifted her legs and quickly fastened them to the footrests. Then they took her struggling arms and equally secured them to the armrest. Caroline was completely helpless by now, squirming in her chair while still screaming and begging to leave her. The three men just stood around her, looking at her writhing body, raping her with their eyes. Finally the doctor bent over her, grabbing her jaws, forced her to open her mouth and checked her teeth. Satisfied he let go. He inspected her hair, felt her skin, and flicked her nipples to erection. Finally her did what was feared most by Caroline: he moved between her widely spread legs. After having felt her bushy blond pubic hair he put on some gloves he took out of the pocket. Thus prepared he forced one finger into her puckered tight asshole. Caroline started to scream and beg again, to no avail. Nobody had touched her there before. After her tormentor had roamed around for some time he began to slowly caress the inner lining of her brownie tube. After short time the feeling stopped being uncomfortable, and a new sensation spread in Caroline's bowel. While it came nowhere to a regular fucking it certainly wasn't painful either. The man seemed to realize it for he continued the slow play of his fingers. Caroline laid still, no longer struggling and just experiencing the sensation. When the doctor realized that there was no more to gain he advanced his other hand. Caroline shrieked as a new sensation came for her closed cunt. Tantalizing slow he traced the lines of her labia, avoiding her sensitive clit, pressing slightly into her female hole, then moving upwards to free her sensitive knob. Despite the hostile environment and her captive position Caroline closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasant sensations. The inquisitive fingers continued their voyage around her intimate parts, closing in and avoiding again her most responsive parts, always coupled with the slight stroking of her inner rectum. So it was no big surprise when the poking finger invaded her by now moist cunt, increasing the exciting feeling. Caroline by now was moaning openly, spreading her legs wide and exposing her gaping cunt. Then came the inevitable. The fingers were withdrawn. As Caroline opened her eyes, the doctor had already opened his lab coat and was fumbling with the zipper. "Noooooo" she screamed, the imminent rape before her eyes. No mercy. Fishing out his normal sized, yet already stone hard cock the man placed the tip at her exposed slit. "Aaaaaahhhhhh" she screamed as she felt his rod pry open her entrance and slide almost painlessly into her hole. Grabbing her upper thighs and using them as levers he began an uncompromising fucking. Caroline's screams had subsided to rhythmic moans which were undistinguishable from the sounds of carnal love. Just as she got used to the steady pounding she felt her head grabbed and turn sideways by two strong hands. As she opened her eyes she saw right in front of her face the exposed penis of one of the guards. As if awakening from a bad dream she violently shook her head, trying to get rid of the restraining bonds and oblivious of the ongoing violation of her pussy she yelled, "No, leave me, leave meeee". Suddenly she received a stinging blow against her cheek. Her captor took immediate advantage of her shock and forced his prick into her mouth. Holding her head between his strong hands he began to stab her mouth with rapid short jabs, using her like a doll. Caro's mind went blank. The conflicting sentiments of her feelings from below and the unwanted hardness in her mouth left her in a state of daze. Additionally she felt her hand being wrapped around the stiff prick of the second guard who didn't want to be left out. With a little encouragement she started to jerk him off, satisfying all three men. But her ordeal was not over. Suddenly the now familiar hardness in her cunt was removed and began to assault her half closed asshole. "Mhhhh" she tried to protest with her mouth full of warm male meat when the intruder slipped through the small resistance her spinster offered and began to slowly do his task. After an undetermined time she felt and heard that her abusers were nearing their climax. The bulb in her mouth began to expand and her mouth filled with the familiar salty fluid. Then her hand became sticky with the semen of the other guard while the jerky movements in her ass slowly stopped. Worn out her head dropped while drops of sticky fluid seeped out of her mouth. When she lifted her head all men were again fully clothed. Her straps were gone. Slowly she lofted herself up and almost fell to the floor when she stood up. The doctor gave her a towel to clean herself. Her clothes were gone. Instead she found some gray prison garb on a chair together with a slip and female hygienic things. No bra. Under the eyes of the guards she dressed. As soon as she had finished the doctor closed the file in which he had written the whole time and mentioned the guards to take her out.
When the guards pushed her in to the cell they immediately went for Ina, preventing Caro from warning her. When Caro fell exhausted onto her cot she heard Ina's pitiful pleas to let her go. A pitcher with some odd tasting water was standing on the desk. Thirstily Caro drank from it. After an indeterminable time a sobbing Ina was shoved back into the cell, dressed in the same prison shirt with her face smeared with sperm. Disheartened the two girls sat together, trying to console themselves and musing about the glum future. In the night some music started from some loudspeakers set into the ceiling. It was mysterious and exotic, long tones mixed with barely perceivable moans and breathing. It had an odd effect on the lonesome girls. Caroline felt strangely aroused, erotic pictures flipped through her half-dreams despite the horrible experiences of the past. In the night, as the memory of her erotic adventure with Ramon and Consuela was relived in her dream she started to play with herself, stroking her excited labia and touching her moist clit.
The next day was uneventful and boring. No matter if the girls pleaded with the guards or hammered against the doors, nothing elicited any response. Regrettably the doors were so thick that they couldn't get into contact with their friends. Food and water were just shoved through a shutter in the door. Caro's body by now was constantly demanding her attention. Her horniness increased yet she tried to hide it from Ina. Around noon as she was lying in her cot carefully feeling her slit she felt the telltale signs that Ina also was busy pleasuring herself. Getting up she peeked over the edge. Sure enough, her eyes were closed, her short shirt was hiked up and her hand was moving furiously under her slip. Reaching down to touch her own willing cunt she watched Ina living in her dreams. Very quickly Ina peaked, eliciting a long moan. When she looked up her eyes met Caro's. Ina blushed profoundly. "I am feeling so horny. I don't know what is going on with me." Equally blushing Caro confessed: "I'm feeling horny, too. It is just there, I don't know." She gingerly reached out and touched the delicate inner thigh of Ina, slowly traveling up to her moist slit. Subconsciously she licked her lips while she let her hands glide over the pubic hair wet with Ina's cunt juices, the enlarged and glistening cunt lips to the protruding clit. Ina closed her eyes while she let it happen. Working on her own clit she massaged Ina's love knob until Ina was gyrating her body up and down in sexual excitement . Containing herself no longer she discarded her shirt and climbed up to Ina where they both masturbated themselves to a screaming climax. When They were lying in each others arms Ina whispered to Caro," Did you ever do it with a woman before?" "No, never. You?" "No.....So...why don't we do it again?"
In the highest floor of the abandoned and renovated prison a burly and busty woman was sitting before a row of monitors. A satisfied smile could be seen on her face as she observed the screens. The girls was doing nicely, fingering themselves into a sexual frenzy. Right on time. Again she admired the plan, excellent but simple. Time to report. She picked up the phone. A cautious male voice answered: "Oui?" "All according to plan, patron. The first flowers are showing." " Bien. Please prepare for a further delivery of seeds. 40 sacks probably." "All will be ready, patron." "Au revoir, ma cherie." A chuckle, and the line went dead. Madame Joelle smiled. Even though Le Patron was a man to fear, he watch over his people and gave them some freedom. Nevertheless he demanded full loyalty. So far everything had worked well. Loneliness, suggestive subconscious music and a strong mixture of aphrodisiac drugs in the drink always did the job. And then came the fun part. Madame Joelle's favorite book had always been the "Story of O", not from the part of the subdued woman but from the view of the ruler. Dominance in combination with sexual power - dominance always has elements of sexual power - fascinated her, and here she could fulfill even her wildest dreams. So - four more girls tonight. That needed preparation. She called one of the guards to set up the cells.
In the middle of the night she were awakened by screams outside the cell. One voice was shouting in French, incomprehensible. Another female voice begged: "Please, I did nothing, please leave me." They heard some heavy bangs until a door banged and the shouts vanished. She listened for some more minutes but the prison again was completely silent. They went back to sleep.
In the morning, when the usual breakfast was brought, they could witness the by now familiar sounds of the medical check-up that all prisoners were subjected to. Obviously there were several girls, distinguishable by there accents. One was a pure French girl, who babbled away in her native language, too fast to understand for their untrained ears. The others continued to fight and curse in English, without any effect. The guards seemed to overcome them easily, without speaking a word. Shortly afterwards they heard agonized screams. Clearly the guards showed no mercy in vanquishing their resistance by using their bodies. Later the inmates could hear them as they were brought back, some sobbing pitifully.
Two more days passed during which the prisoners had nothing to do but contemplate their destiny, roll around various theories on their imprisonment and - to get hornier and hornier. By now they masturbated together almost every hour, discovering new ways to satisfy each other, either by simple handwork, by sucking each other off or by rubbing their enlarged and wet clits against each other. All was closely observed by the spying Madame Joelle. All prisoners had now been brought into some sexual frenzy so that she decided that the real training could start.
The Training It began with a big surprise. Caroline and Ina had been lying in their bed standing in the small jail cell, holding each other, when the seemingly forever-closed door opened and two guards entered the room. "Everybody out, allez, allez!" they ordered. Quickly the frightened girls put on their gray prison uniforms and went out into the great hall. There the other girls joined them. Consuela ran directly to Caroline and sobbed: "You're also here? What did they do? These ugly bastards! They also do you?" Caroline took her into her arms and cried." What did we do? I don't
understand" Just then a burly matron dresses in black garb cried in a menacing voice: " Everybody apart! Stand in line! I said STAND IN LINE!" Frightened the subdued girls obeyed. When they stood in line, the threatening woman with the deep voice began to address them: "Prisoners, you are here for offenses against the law against narcotics. Until your trial you are under arrest...." " I want to see a lawyer" piped one of the new girls, piped a voice with an American accent. It was a strikingly good looking blond girl of about twenty years whose hourglass figure could not be hidden by the drab gray prison shirt she was wearing. "Moi, aussi, je veux voir un advocat", a raven black haired girl with clear complexion was shouting. "SHUT UP, everyone." The head guard cried, beating her riot stick threateningly on the table. "You are prisoners here and you have no rights. Legal representatives are coming when needed. Right now the investigations are continued, and because of secrecy no lawyer can be informed. NOW SHUT UP," she shouted again as the protests rose again advanced to the French girl who cursed loudly. The girls fell silent. After a moment time, the matron continued. "But because of the special nature of your cases we make some allowance. I can inform you that this is an experimental prison where the prisoners enjoy special allowances. You all will be given a training from which you will gain immense joy and satisfaction." With these ominous words she stood up. "In preparation of this training he order all of you to remove your panties NOW! All of you!" Caro couldn't believe her ears. She looked at Ina for confirmation and saw the same incredulous look. BANG! "Get out of your panties, stupid bitches," she thundered. On command the young girls fell into action. Lifting their shirts they stripped down their white panties and threw them on the floor, Quickly a guard came and picked them up. Now nothing was between the coarse prison garb and their skin. Thankfully the shirt covered their private parts although their feeling was that that wouldn't help them much in the future.
The matron smiled at them. It was not a pleasant smile, and Caro shivered. She felt as if that woman was devouring them with their eyes. She rubbed her hands against the goose-pimpled skin of her arms when the woman gave her next order: "Good. Now for the dinner. Let's go". She turned and led them into another brightly lit hall where rows of tables and cheap chairs were set. They waited in line for a lousy tasting meal of salty potatoes and fatty fried ham. Water was served to them to quell their thirst.
Slowly they were eating when they encountered a strange feeling. It began slowly, imperceptible. They started to feel hot, aroused, their nipples hardened, rubbing uncomfortably against the rough material of their gown. Subconsciously they rubbed their nipples, to relieve the itching. Their cunt lips were flooded with blood, enlarged and became moist. More and more girls scratched their crotches, feeling embarrassed to do so in public. When they had finished eating, they were left sitting around. Idly yet uncomfortably they began to chatter, talking their experiences and origin. There were four new girls who had been picked up in the same way as the others: some fake policemen had taken them away after finding narcotics in their rooms. The English speaking prisoners were Nica, a blond Australian hitchhiker who traveled Europe on a One-Dollar-per-Day book, another hitchhiker, Pamela, an American with raven-black hair and Vivien, a redhead who was a waitress looking for a job in France. Patricia, a French traveling sales representative for a cosmetic company, who spoke acceptable English completed the group. She was a good-looking wiry type of girl with blond strands in her coal black hair. All of them were frightened about their situation and their future. They talked about their imprisonment when Consuela sat next to Caro. "They also raped you in that room?" she asked. Caro just grimaced, rubbing her itching cunt. Consuela looked down, grinning: "You're horny, no? Me too. I just don't know, why. I miss a man. Ina not so good." "Did you and Dany...?" Caro asked curiously. "Yes, but Dany is so .... I don't know ... not like a man." At this moment the matron entered with two guards. "Time is over, everybody for showers now. Allez, move." The girls were herded into a tiled room with shower. After being allowed a short and embarrassing shower under the lustful eyes of the male guards they were driven back into cells.
Their great thirst caused by the salty food was quenched with water from a jug in their cells. Again they felt this strange rush of sexual desire streaming through her body, a feeling unknown to her before her imprisonment except for the stimulating climb to a sexual union. From where dose this come? She asked herself fleetingly. This prison environment certainly is not made to support any happy thoughts. This sure was different from the time with Thomas when, after a luscious dinner, they had driven hope. Caro, in a teasing mood and slightly tipsy, had fooled around in the car, opening her deep cut blouse, playing with her nipples, taking off her slip before reaching over and fingering the by now hard cock of her lover. Ignoring protests of driver's security, imminent arrest and so on, she even bent down to suck him off until he had pulled into a shady side street, grabbed her, hauled her onto his lap and let her ride him into oblivion. Ohhhh that was sooo goooodd! She was lying in her cot and driving two fingers in and out of her overflowing cunt when suddenly she heard a coarse voice right next to her: "Eh, putain, you think this is allowed in here?" Terrified she opened her eyes. Two of the guards were standing right beside her bed, ogling at her handiwork and exposed cunt. Both were grinning like Cheshire Cats. In her frenzy she hadn't heard them come in. Frantically she tried to pull down her shirt when the other answered: "No way. That has to be cleared by us." With these words he laid a hand on her naked thigh. Hastily she slapped
his hand away and scramble into the back corner of her bed. Unperturbed he followed her. "Eh think I better check. Yo never know avec les narcos." With these words he started to pull at her leg. "Leave me alone, you pigs. Searches must be made by woman, not men like you" a despondent Caro cried. "Yeah, I am a man, real man," he replied cynically. Unceremoniously Caro was yanked from her cot on the floor and roughly bent over. Clinging to a bedpost she offered her unprotected cunt to the intruder who immediately took advantage. First her inserted two fingers into her still moist tube, laughing "No foreign objects in here", before her replaced it with his stiff cock. God, this was big. If Caro hadn't been ready before it would have been extremely painful. Moaning, "Ohh, you're so thick", instinctively tried to close her hole to the intruder, in vain. The rod in her body set off in a furious pace, making her white globes swing heavily under the thrusts. Just then she heard a pitiful plea from Ina. Looking back she saw Ina stretched out the table, her legs held high in the air by the other burly guard who had already entered her. His muscle rippled on his well-developed backside in line with his rapid pumping. Then Caro's own horniness took over, and she gave over the wonderful feelings caused by the violation of her cunt. Grunting lustfully she met his thrusts, trying to satisfy her yearning for fulfillment. Yet the man had other plans. Perceiving the upcoming orgasm he abruptly withdrew his penis. Frustrated Caro howled and reached down to relieve herself of the fire in her crotch, only to find her wrists forcefully grabbed and immobilized behind her back by a pair of handcuffs. Then her tormentor forced her on her cot. Obscenely his thick turgid meat danced in front of her face, smelling of her own juices. "Suck me, bitch," he ordered needlessly. Reluctantly Caro opened her mouth, but that was not quick enough for her oppressor. Taking her head between his hands he forced her mouth over his shaft, all the way down until it hit the roof of her mouth. Unprepared she tried to evict him, to no avail. Chocking she had to admit his cock down her throat until her nose prevented a further penetration. He drew her head back, only to enter her again, giving her no margin of freedom. "Suck it, bitch," he snarl between clenched teeth. Subdued she began to suck him as she had done voluntarily numerous times with Thomas. Like a doll he fucked her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ina roughly shoved on her knees on the concrete floor, her hands equally fixed behind her back before she was subjected to the same merciless violation of her mouth. The sheer brutal sexuality of the situation and the withheld orgasm soon made the handcuffed girl squirm and rub her clit against the abrasive surface of their cots letting her climb up the ladder towards orgasm. Sensing this the man immediately stopped this uncontrolled activity. He dragged the wailing girl up and forced her to kneel in front of the cot, her hands still handcuffed behind her back. Then he resumed the rapid face fucking, quickly coming to an orgasm, flooding her with quick spurts of white juices. Fearfully Caro didn't dare to spit but swallowed it down in order to please her master. If she hoped that she could get rid of the burning desire between her legs she was wrong. Instead she was in for a greater shock. Rudely hauling her up he took her by her bound arms and he steered her out of the cell into another adjacent cell where she was placed on another cot. The hands were released briefly, only to be retied to the rings at the headboard. In the same way her legs were fastened so that she was lying spread-eagled in their beds, even unable to satisfy herself by pressing her legs together. The man went out. When he returned he had a long yet tiny strap-on vibrator with him. Sliding it into the excited fuck-holes of his victim was easy enough. After it was securely fastened and plugged in the guard cruelly set the speed at the lowest notch. Laughing he left the room. Only after he had left the girl noticed the despondency of her situation. The little device was large enough to tickle the inside of her cunt walls to keep her aroused yet too small to grant her the climax she desperately desired. She rubbed her ass from side to side on the bed, tightened her vaginal muscles in an effort to increase friction, bucking up and down the mattress, all in an effort a relieve herself of this desperate burning need between her legs. She felt as if her hole was leaking out all the fluids her body contained as the oily wetness of their cunt juice soaked her back, ass and legs. Now and then the mechanism stopped to soothe the overexcited nerve ending, leaving the girl sob in desperation. After short time however the humming and the burning resumed, driving her deeper and deeper into sexual insanity.
After an undeterminable time Madam Madame Joelle herself appeared to check her state. Carefully she let her fat hands glide over the quivering body and delicately touched the youthful breasts of the moaning victim. Leaning over her prey the she murmured "obey, just obey" before she gently licked the bloodshot and bullet-like extended nipple. She was rewarded with a load and desperate whine and rearing of the girl. "Pleeeease, fuck me NOOWWWW, fick mich, fick mich" she jabbered. Smiling and satisfied she left the cell and visited the next. In every cell the same picture: a girl tied to the beds with vibrators tied firmly to their pudendae, bucking and gyrating like sex manicas crying to be satisfied, sobbing in frustration in a room reeking of female odors. The drugs always did it. A mixture of Spanish Fly, yohimbine and a plant extract from Africa was the secret for subduing the merchandise. And the shock of the separation. Letting them get accustomed to the nearness of a friend only to be brutally torn away from her. In rare cases of stubbornness some cocaine helped a lot to overcome any resistance. But this is only the first part. Still some way to go before the merchandise was of good quality, nymphomaniac, ready to do anything, to satisfy anybody, to succumb to any wish. Still some way to go before the last vestiges of resistance were cleaned out and they could be turned out into the sinister and extremely secretive world of white slavery.
Now that they had been made horny as possible, now it was time for part two - submission.