2 comments/ 171154 views/ 56 favorites Prison of Cries Ch. 01 By: RamonaE The guard watched the unconscious woman on the monitor. She lay on her side, her brown hair fanned out around her. As with all of them she was nude, her lean muscular body scrubbed and stripped of all make-up and jewelry, even piercings in intimate places. They were working, the guard knew, on a way to efficiently remove tattoos as well, like the one this woman had on the small of her back. The Americans called them "tramp stamps," he knew. The cell was brightly lit, the walls painted an industrial two-tone gray. There were no windows, and the door had no handle on the inside. The woman's legs slid against each other langorously, but her eyes did not open. The sedative was still working in her system, along with the other drug that would not wear off nearly as quickly. The tinny speaker carried the sound of her low, plaintive moan. As the guard watched, a man curled up in the corner suddenly stood up. He was about thirty, tall and slender with short dark hair. He stood over the woman as she again moaned in her sleep. Like her he was nude, his skin gleaming with sweat and grime from days without washing. In the harsh light his erect penis stood out straight and hard. With no preliminaries the man licked his hand several times, wrapped it around his erection and began masturbating; in moments white drops of semen shot out, splattering on the breasts of the unconscious woman at his feet. As his penis grew flaccid the man leaned wearily on the nearest wall, then slid back to the floor. The guard chuckled. That was the third time the man had jerked off in the fifteen minutes since they dumped the girl in there. He'd expected the man to roll her on her back and fuck her limp body senseless, and was somewhat disappointed not to see her wake in the middle of an orgasm. He waited to see what the prisoners would do next. *** Alice McNally moaned in her enforced sleep and rolled onto her back. Her hands, heavy and clumsy, rose to her breasts. Her fingers slipped in the semen deposited there, but she did not notice. She was lost in the worst kind of dream, one in which she was horny, and being fucked, but couldn't reach climax. With a final cry of frustration, her back arched and her hands clutched at the tile floor, smearing the semen. Her eyes popped open, staring up into the light fixture overhead. She rolled to her feet, reflexes taking over. She crouched low, her left hand maintaining her balance against the floor while her right stayed ready to fend off an attacker. As a trained CIA operative with nearly a decade's worth of experience in covert operations, she knew how to evaluate her situation quickly. And this, she realized, was about as bad as could be. The room was brightly lit, the walls dingy and industrial concrete. The furnishings consisted of a twin mattress tossed in one corner, a toilet and a sink. The door was entirely faceless. She was stripped naked. And she wasn't alone. A man sat in the corner by the door. His knees were drawn up, and one arm rested casually across them, concealing his face except for his eyes. His hair was a sweaty tangle and, like Alice, he was nude. She took several deep breaths and realized the room reeked of bodies and musk. It made the pit of her stomach tingle disconcertingly, and she tried to breathe through her nose. When she stood, her fingers stuck slightly to the floor. She held them up and saw the rapidly-drying substance on them, then realized it was all over her torso. "What the hell?" she muttered. "I jerked off on you while you were sleeping," the man said. His accent was American, his tone weary and matter of fact. "You did what?" she yelled, and realized she was covered from chin to hip with the sticky substance. "Fuck!" she cried, and went to the sink. There was no rag or soap, so she used the ice-cold water to try and wipe the stuff off. It just made it worse. The man stood, his erection like some bright red spear pointing toward her. He made no effort to cover it. "It was the best I could do," he said. "I didn't want to be fucking you when you woke up." She whirled on him, immediately falling into a fighting stance. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and the sensation added to the inexplicable shiver growing deep inside her. "Look, buster, I'm quite capable of--" She stopped. "Are you...James Lawson?" He nodded. "Yeah." She rose from the fighting crouch. "I'm Alice McNally, with the Agency. I was...I was sent to rescue you." She suddenly felt self-conscious with her own nudity, and covered herself with her hands. Lawson smiled. "To quote Carrie Fisher, this is some rescue." She looked around the room. "Where are we?" He shook his head. "Somewhere in Russia, I think. An old KGB facility. I haven't really seen much more than the inside of this room since I got here." "And your family? Your wife and daughter?" "I've seen them," he said, unable to meet her eyes. "They've rotated through." "What do you mean?" He suddenly comprehended. "I'm the first person you've been with, aren't I? You don't know what happens here." He began absently stroking his erect penis as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "How do you feel right now?" "How do I feel?" She recalled being in the shower at her hotel, in her cover role as a tourist; she felt a sharp sting in her neck and had time to pull the dart free, notice the open window that allowed it entry and reach for the shower door before her muscles gave out and she collapsed into darkness. "I feel stupid and ashamed, for one. And furious. And determined to get out of here." She watched the shiny head of his erection bob slightly as he breathed; when she realized what she was doing she looked quickly away. In the harsh light, there was no hiding her blush, though. She rubbed absently at her breasts, her tight nipples aching. "It's starting to take effect," he said sadly. "What is?" she snapped. And then all the pieces seemed to fall into place inside her and the feeling struck with a rush, making her gasp and reach for the nearest wall for support. Her body shuddered, and she felt trickles of moisture along the inside of her thighs. At first she truly thought she'd wet herself, but then she comprehended where the moisture was coming from. She was more sexually aroused, hornier, than she'd ever been in her life, than she'd ever thought possible. "What..." she croaked as she backed into the wall and slid to the floor. She could not get any other words out. "It's what they do to us here," Lawson said wearily. "Most of the other prisoners I've met are like you, highly trained and skilled, capable of causing a lot of trouble. This keeps us pretty manageable. Hard to plot an escape when all you want to do is fuck." Alice shook her head, feeling the sweat-soaked ends of her hair slapping her bare shoulders. "No. Have to...get control, clear my head...." Lawson sighed. "Suit yourself. When you're ready, I'll be here." With that, he sat down opposite her, his back to the other wall and legs splayed before him. He began to masturbate. She watched, fascinated, as the white semen bubbled up, shooting in tiny arcs from the tip of his penis and splashing on the floor between his knees. She felt her interior muscles spasm pre-orgasmically, and realized for the first time how much trouble she was truly in. "Oh, God," she whispered, squeezing her breasts with both hands. Prison of Cries Ch. 02 Alice shook her head to clear it. The wet ends of her hair, damp from sweat, slapped her shoulders and cheeks. Her thoughts were growing fuzzy, as memories of past sexual exploits leapt unbidden to her consciousness, overwhelming more pressing matters like escape. The room's rank smell, of bodies and semen and female juices, only exacerbated things. "They can't do this," she whispered. "It's not possible." Russia, she thought with effort. I was in Paris. It would take...how long to get me here? How long was I unconscious? What day is it now? "That's what I thought at first, too," Lawson said. His penis was momentarily soft, and he sat with his head down, legs stretched out before him. "Then the first girl they put me with explained what they'd done to me. She'd been here for months, she said. Her father was some businessman, and she was their insurance policy against him. They wanted her alive, but in a position to cause no trouble. And she was that." As he spoke, Amy watched his penis flutter and grow hard yet again. "Just like we are." Her intimate muscles twitched and tingled, as if anticipating that erect member's penetration. It made her gasp. Her breasts felt swollen, the soft skin tight over the gentle globes, her nipples extended and hard as diamonds. She felt her buttocks slide on moisture she knew was dripping from inside her. She studied the residue of Lawson's semen on her thigh, and the urge to rake it up with a fingertip and suck it down was overwhelming. "Your wife...daughter...are here, too? You've seen them?" "Oh, yeah," he said bitterly. "It was worse than being with strangers, believe me. My wife...she was never that sexually enthusiastic. She hated feeling so out of control, but of course it didn't change a thing about how much she needed it. I knew that she'd been with other men before me, and when they took her would be again. My daughter...." He looked down, and tears welled in his eyes. "We didn't. Fuck, that is. I jerked off, and she touched herself in front of me. But we fought it down. She's beautiful, too, like her mother when she was young. Just putting my hands on her was...." He wiped his eyes. "They didn't leave her in with me for long, when they saw we weren't giving in." Alice could think of nothing to say. She ached with sympathy, but the stories also did nothing to calm her own raging desires. "I won't give in, either," she said. "We'll figure out a way out of this. We'll get you and them out of here." He looked at her. "Sure," he said flatly. "Anything you say." She closed her eyes. How much harder could her nipples grow? And her clitoris tingled constantly. She risked slipping a finger down along her labia, astounded as how wet she was, and without even a conscious thought she slid two fingers into herself, searching for the spot only she had ever been able to find, awash in a sudden obliviousness. Movement caught her eye, and she saw Lawsom masturbating again. With a start she realized she was doing the same, and yanked her fingers free. She turned and, using the wall for support, got to her feet. Wetness trickled down her inner thighs, and her knees could barely hold her. She recalled that time in China, tied down and tormented for hours, days... She walked across the room to the door. She had never felt so exposed, so naked, in her life, aware that Lawson watched her with one thought on his mind. The weight of her swaying breasts pulled at her shoulders, and her thighs slid together with each step. She ran her hand along the door's edge. It was metal, and fit tightly into the jam. There was no handle, hinge or lock mechanism on this side. She slid her fingers along it, searching for any irregularity. If there was a latch, perhaps there was some way to slip it, even stripped naked and left horny and helpless. She heard the soft splatter of Lawson's ejaculate on the floor, and her cunt tingled with near-orgasm. No, please, no more, she had begged in China, and then, Don't stop, please, not yet, oh God not yet... She began to breathe in short, shallow gasps, and had to turn and put her back to the door to keep from falling. Something was happening she couldn't control, couldn't resist, and with a ragged sob she climaxed just from the thought of what was happening to her. She slid to the floor, hands crushing her tender breasts, thighs clamped tight together as her inner muscles continued to spasm. She had never come like that. When she opened her eyes she saw Lawson looking sadly at her, his penis again erect. "Do you want," he asked raggedly, "to be on top?" "I'm not fucking you," she said with difficulty. "I'm not." He laughed. "You just had an orgasm from thinking about fucking. You think you're strong enough to fight this, but you're not. No one is. Not you, not..." In his pause, she knew he thought about the women in his family. "Anyone," he finished. She closed her eyes again and, with all her will, pulled her hands from her breasts. She imagined them staying exactly where they'd been, perhaps with her handprints molded into their swollen curves. They could not grow any more sensitive, any heavier, any tighter. Just as she could not imagine other places growing any looser, gaping open any wider. She felt she could accommodate a grown man's arm inside her, and wished that Lawson's cock was larger and thicker. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. Just the touch of skin on skin made her gasp, and she involuntarily spit saliva in Lawson's face. He knelt before her, his hand sliding down to her arm, his bright red cock shining with precum as it strained toward her. The tiny opening even looked like an eye scrunched up with effort. He pulled her to her knees so that she faced him, her breasts against his chest. "You can fight it," he said raggedly, "but I can't. I have to fuck you now." He slid his hands to her breasts. They were big, long-fingered, and thumbed her nipples with easy confidence. She realized it didn't matter whose breasts he fondled; he was helpless to stay away from anything with tits and a pussy. Just as she could not resist the thought of his cock parting her and filling at least part of the gulf spreading within her. She did not resist as he turned her so that her back was to him, then pushed the back of her neck until her cheek rested on the floor, her hips in the air. She felt his hands stroke her buttocks, sliding along the muscular flanks she worked so hard to keep slender. I am a trained professional operative, she told herself. I have killed men with my bare hands. I am in control and unemotional. I cannot be made complicit in my own rape. Then she thought, Oh, God, I want this. With no preliminaries the head of his cock parted the lips of her labia, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her hips back against him, penetrating her and making them both scream. The noise in the silent, brightly-lit cell rang off the walls. Prison of Cries Ch. 03 At the moment of penetration, when Lawson's rock-hard penis slid as deep as possible into Alice's dripping vagina, Alice and Lawson both climaxed. His ejaculation shot out with more force than Alice had ever experienced, and her already-clenching muscles rippled even harder as the man's fluid filled her. She clawed at the tile floor, her fingers slipping helplessly, as he bent over her back, his weight spreading her knees even wider. He softened for a moment, and almost slipped from her, but then he grew tight and hard again. He came in me, her racing mind shouted. His cock was inside me, shooting off into me, cumming in me, hot cum all over my insides.... She shook her head, desperate for some clarity to think, but instead she reached to finger her swollen clit, hanging isolated as his penis stroked into her from behind. I don't even know him, I don't want to be his lover, his fucktoy, his whore.... She rose up on her hands and knees. His hands stroked her back, sliding down to fondle her dangling breasts as they swayed with his thrusts. "Stop," she gasped, and turned to look back over her shoulder. "Stop, please." He did, leaving his cock inside her, where her muscles clenched around it, urging it on independent of her own wishes. Her voice shivered when she said, "We have to fight this." One hand made slow circles on the small of her back. "There's no fighting it," he said, and as if to indicate it she felt him ejaculate again, despite the fact that neither of them were moving. She felt the weight of his semen inside her, pooling in places and filling her unnaturally. She could not imagine enduring much more, and they had only been fucking for minutes. He leaned over her, his breath now on the sweaty skin between her shoulders. "Just so you know, it hurts when I come," he whispered. "I'm raw...raw inside my cock. I try to hold it back, to keep it in...but then it happens, and I'm just pumping, and I can't stop it. Never knew I could make so much cum...." "Just be still," she rasped. "Stay inside me, but don't move." She willed her treacherous pussy to relax, to stop tingling and twitching in preparation for another wrenching orgasm. This is rape, she told herself. Making me want this is the same as raping me. "You were right, I can't bear it if I'm not fucking you, but...maybe if we just stay still...." She looked back at him again. "Crawl onto the mattress and lie down," she told him. "I'll get on top of you. Okay?" He nodded. The sensation of his cock withdrawing from her body was the most agonizing thing she could recall, and it left her with a gaping space that seemed to take up her entire belly. She crawled after him, whimpering and leaving a trail of mixed semen and juices dripping from inside her. She practically shoved him down on his back, straddled him and put his shaft back inside her, which made them both climax again. She lay on his chest, feeling him gulp inside her, until he finally stopped and began to soften. She looked down at Lawson and realized, with a surge of revulsion, that this man was a complete stranger. She knew his history from his file: noted author, former policeman, married to a TV news anchor and with a teenage daugher. But certainly she never imagined giving him free access to her intimacy, as she had done now with aching gratitude. She could only imagine the horror of being alone in this state, trying to satisfy her body with nothing but her fingers. Maybe she should be thankful. "Oh," she sighed, drawing it out long and shivering. She raised herself, breathing heavily, as he hardened again within her. She seemed to be in a liminal state now, between desire and climax, her body hovering and tingling but no longer rushing forward toward orgasm. Her Keigel muscles ached. He looked up at her, eyebrows arched in pain. His unshaven chin and shoulders were flushed red, while his muscular chest rose and fell with gasps of air. She pushed her hair back behind her ears. "I think...I can stay this way," she said, running her hand across the sweat-dampened hair on his chest. "I want to suck your tits," he said brusquely, his voice ragged. She laughed as the absurdity of it. "And I want you to, believe me. But wait a minute, please. You said...you said people get moved around. That means the door has to open, right?" His hands slid to her waist, and his thumbs reached to stroke the sides of her breasts. "Yeah." "How many men come in?" "Usually three. Two to carry whoever they're moving, one to handle security. They use tasers if you get out of line." His hands moved to her breasts, and she sharply drew her breath. He caressed and squeezed them, pinching her nipples and flicking the tips with his thumbs. Stay on topic, she told herself. Keep your mind clear. "And when do they drug us again?" "What?" "This has to be a drug, some kind of aphrodisiac, and all drugs either kill you, or wear off. So how often do they have to give us more?" He shook his head. "They don't give us more. Whatever they've done, it seems to be a permanent change." The pit dropped open in her belly at that, both from the implication of his words and the way his penis twitched inside her. She could come so easily, she thought, with just a little movement of her pelvis against him. All her life orgasms had been difficult for her, especially during actual sex, so having them so easy was both amazing and awful. Again that time in China flashed through her mind and caused her to lose the battle with her pussy. She came, moaning and arching her back, his hands closing tightly on her breasts and he spurted into her yet again. As she shivered out the last of the climax, she wondered again just how much semen she could handle. She shook her head again. "No, that can't be possible," she said. "It has to be a drug." He sat up and closed his mouth around her right nipple. His whiskers deliciously scratched her hypersensitive skin. He pulled the tip hard past his teeth, then bit down almost painfully. She came again. She ran her fingers through his matted hair. I'm a professional, she reminded herself. I have a job to do. They can use my pussy against me, but not my conscience. "All right, listen," she hissed urgently. "I'm here to rescue you and your family, but I need your help to do it. I'm trained in hand-to-hand combat; I can probably take care of whoever comes to move us, especially since they don't expect any resistance. But I have to be able to think straight, and I can't when I'm struggling against this. So until they get here...." She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Let's fuck each other senseless. Do anything you want to me. Give them a show they'll never forget." Prison of Cries Ch. 04 Before Alice had time to prepare, Lawson grabbed her by the waist and rolled her onto her back. He shoved her legs up so that her knees were level with her ears and her bare feet dangled before her face. Then he plunged into her with more fury than she'd ever experienced. Both of them came at once, and the wet, squishing sound their bodies made only served to drive them on. In this position she could not push back, but it didn't seem to matter. He held himself above her, neck muscles tight with what he was enduring, and shot off into her again and again. His grunts of exertion rang in her ears, and her mind flashed back to China, two years earlier. Betrayed into an ambush, she had been forcibly tied down on a dinner table as a roomful of grim-faced Asians in business suits watched. Her arms were drawn over her head, bent at the elbow and cuffed to two of the table legs. Likewise her legs, folded at the knee and ankle-cuffed to the other two table legs. Her conservative attire--demure skirt, white silk blouse, suit jacket--quickly soaked with sweat as she struggled to free herself, demanding an explanation for this treatment. One high-heeled shoe fell to the floor. Like every female agent she knew rape was always a danger, and had prepared herself to endure it; her goal was now to survive until her fellow agents came to her rescue. Then a small, middle-aged Chinese woman appeared at the foot of the table, in the space between Alice's spread knees. This woman had the grace and bearing of someone important, and the men bowed and moved away in respect. Her eyes, though, were colder than anything Alice had ever experienced.... Finally, her hip joints aching, Alice squirmed her legs free and wrapped them around Lawson's waist. She reached between their bodies to fondle her own breasts, since he seemed to no longer know they were there. They felt unbearably full and tender, and she handled them roughly, crushing them and pinching the tips. Her orgasm was now almost continuous. His weight on her made it hard to breathe, and she gasped "Hnnnh!" between her cries. Alice strained against the cuffs holding her wrists and ankles. Neither they, nor the legs of the table to which they were fastened, budged. The woman slid her hands beneath Alice's skirt, the long nails raking lightly on her thighs. Smoothly she pulled down Alice's panties until she could rip the waistband and remove them. Alice shuddered in disgust. Then the woman bent out of sight, and Alice heard rustling in some sort of bag. The men murmured among themselves. When the woman appeared again, she held an unmistakable silver device about six inches long, which she activated with a twist. She touched the vibrator to the soft inner thigh just above Alice's knee.... She grabbed Lawson's hair and pulled his head back so he could look at her. "Can't breathe," she croaked. "Let me on top." But instead he pulled himself out of her, and the semen pooled within her splattered on the damp mattress. Before she could react to the sudden agonizing emptiness, he turned her on her stomach, yanked her hips into the air and plunged into her from behind. "AHHH!" she screamed. It was deeper than he'd ever gone, and another ejaculation claimed those depths as his own. The vibrator stroked like a feather along each side of her labia, nosing ever so slightly under the hood shielding her clit. The woman appeared to be in no hurry, and the men peered down as if watching a surgeon at work. Alice tossed her head and demanded they stop. It was maddening, like a slowly-increasing itch she couldn't scratch. "What the hell, Chuan?" she yelled at the gangster she'd been sent to bring down. "When this is over, I'll..." His smooth Asian face appeared over her, smiling. "My dear Alice, when this is over, you won't remember your own name." The woman violating Alice smiled, cold and vicious, like a piranha, all the while continuing the light stroking.... Lawson spun Alice onto her back again; she felt something warm, wet and sticky along her spine where they'd soaked the mattress. He pushed her thighs open and rammed home into her. Then he paused then, arms shaking, sweat dripping from his unshaven chin. "I'm exhausted," he whispered. "Do you think they believe we're out of control?" She burst out laughing, then choked it down. "You mean you were pretending? Please, let me on top, I really can't breathe." He obeyed this time, and she lay down atop him, stretched out on his body. His cock stayed inside her, hard as ever, accomodated by her own surging juices. They lay still gasping for breath, his hands on her sweaty back. Her oversensitive breasts, smashed against his chest, ached, but she lacked the strength to raise her upper body. She lay her head on his chest, and heard his heart thundering. Her own seemed to be pressing against her ribs. She finally said, "I'm sorry your wife and daughter have to endure this." "Me, too," he said sadly. "Especially since...." "What?" "My daughter's gay. Beautiful girl, but she hates men. But I don't think it matters here." "The bastards," Alice sighed. "You bastards!" she screamed, struggling until blood ran from her wrists and ankles. The men smiled at her frustration. For over an hour the Chinese woman had taunted her pussy, reducing it to an aching, gaping wet thing. Her clit was swollen with need, and she tried to buck her hips to find some release, any release. But the woman kept the vibrator just out of reach, circling but never touching her clit, plunging only slightly into her vagina before withdrawing and returning to the maddening strokes.... Alice slowly sat up. "How long do you think we've been at this?" "About thirty minutes," Lawson said. She felt a shudder of fear. "Th-that's all?" "I've got a pretty good sense of time." She'd come more in half an hour than in her whole prior life combined. And she was still as horny as if he'd never touched her. She felt truly and completely obscene, as if all other aspects of her life were just time-killers until she could fuck again. Her capacity seemed limitless; she wished Lawson's cock were larger, because she could take so much more than he had. And even physical exhaustion did nothing to blunt the edge of the need. No, please, no more, she had begged the ice woman in China, and then, Don't stop, please, not yet, oh God not yet.... Suddenly there were men all around her, Americans, and the Asians were being led away in handcuffs, including the cold-eyed woman. Not yet! Alice cried, and then Hollis, sweet normal Hollis, her partner and best friend, appeared over her. "Listen to me," he said. "I can't let you go until the medics get here to sedate you. Your system is racing with endorphins, and if you...if you sexually climax, it could cause a seizure and permanent brain damage." His face turned red at the topic. "We'll sedate you so you can ride it out. Do you understand?" The words brain damage penetrated her fog, and she nodded. Tears welled in her eyes, but Hollis quickly wiped then away. No matter what, Company agents didn't cry. She felt new tears at the thought of her immediate future: fucking, fucking and then more fucking. It had to be fatal eventually, didn't it? Then, with no warning, the cell door clicked and slid open. Prison of Cries Ch. 05 Alice sat up with a gasp and covered her breasts as as three men entered the cell. They wore black uniforms with Kevlar vests and radios on their shoulders like police. They were large men, with crewcuts and pistols on their belts. As she continued to buck her hips, she balled her fists. This was her chance. With no warning their masculine presence sent surges of intense, unwanted feeling through her. She felt weak and watery; she wanted them all, simultaneously, and the sudden knowledge that she'd grant them willing access to any part of her body filled her with degredation, and lust. All thought of resistence vanished, and her fists fell open. Without a word two of them strode forward, grabbed her by the arms and pulled her off Lawson. "Please, don't take her!" he cried as he reached for her, but the third man kicked him solidly in the chest and knocked him flat. His erect penis bobbed, red and shining with her juices, and semen bubbled from the tip to splatter on his belly. His face wrenched in agony, not from the kick but from the sudden absence of a vagina around his cock. The men yanked Alice toward the door. This was her moment, Alice knew, but the sudden sensation of emptiness between her thighs overwhelmed her. As she was dragged away from Lawson's cock she screamed, "No!" and her voice cracked like a teenage boy's. The cell door closed on Lawson with a resounding metallic slam. The hallway outside was dark, lit by recessed fixtures, and ice-cold. She gasped in disorientation as the chill air seemed to suck the heat from her sweat-soaked body. She kicked and struggled, but could not gain enough presence of mind to strike in any meaningful way. Her bare feet skidded in the substances dripping from her body. This is your only chance, her calm center tried to say. Disable them, steal a weapon, make your escape. You have the skills. But her emotions were so out of control she just screamed, her voice raw. Her overriding thought as Who will fuck me now? She was taken around a corner, to another blank door. The third man opened it, and her handlers tossed Alice inside. She fell heavily to the floor, and barely saw the door close behind her. The entire prisoner transfer had taken less than thirty seconds. She lay facedown on the floor, leaking the results of her prior degredation and sobbing with her whole body. There would be no coming back from this, she knew; even if she was rescued, how could she hope to regain respect, regain self respect, after failing so miserably? That she'd been drugged was immaterial; the memory of what she'd done, of what she'd allowed to be done to her, would never fade, never go away. A new voice said, "Are you all right?" Alice looked up. The voice was female. This room was identical to the other one, except that a girl sprawled on her side atop the mattress. She was a full-bodied young woman, with large breasts and wide hips, although her waist was narrow. Her face still bore the softness of youth, and her sandy hair was short and matted. Like Alice she was entirely nude, and the harsh lighting showed her splotchy skin to sad effect. Her puckered aureolas were huge and dark, and her nipples jutted from them. Alice wiped her eyes. "I've just been fucked senseless by a total stranger," she said bitterly. "Does that sound like I'm all right?" "I know the feeling," the girl said wearily. "You can relax, sort of. Whatever they did to us, it responds most strongly to the presence of men. Now that it's just us girls, it won't be as bad." Alice sat up, her bare behind sliding on what had seeped from inside her. The girl was right; already the aching desire had faded, losing its urgency and settling into a kind of dull, unquenchable throb. "You've been here awhile, then," she said to the girl. She nodded. "I don't know how long. Days, weeks...hard to tell when you never see the sun and they never turn off the lights. But I've had fifteen men in that time." "Fifteen?" Alice got to her knees and then to her feet, leaning on the concrete wall. She stumbled to the toilet and sat, where she urinated and let more of Lawson's semen drip from her. "I don't know what to say to that. I've just had one, and it feels like it very nearly killed me." She winced at the sore muscles inside. The girl shifted position to sit cross-legged, and tucked her hair behind her ears. She seemed unselfconscious about her nudity, which made sense after fifteen forced sexual encounters with strangers. "I felt the same way with my first one, but it was because I was fighting it so hard. It's not so bad when you just go with it." "Just lie back and think of England," Alice said wryly. She looked around for toilet paper, but there was none. She stood, flushed and splashed water on her face from the sink. She also drank several handfuls. When she turned, the girl stood directly behind her, and she jumped in alarm. "Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that!" "Sorry," the girl said. Although she was at least ten years younger she was taller than Alice, and broader, a girl writ large in every sense. Her pendulous breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and her soft skin, so pale and mottled with blemishes, radiated heat even in the warm cell. "So...you just got here then?" She was standing close, way too close, yet Alice didn't step away. Her eyes were held by the rhythmic movement of the huge brown nipples. "Yes, I was attacked...kidnapped in Paris." The girl laughed mordantly. "Me, too. Must be the going thing these days." A thought tried to penetrate Alice's suddenly-drowsy brain. Suddenly she realized the girl was touching her, sliding one broad hand along Alice's arm in an unmistakable gesture. "Wait, I'm not..." But then she realized she was. It was nothing like the raging desire that she'd experienced before, though; it was more of a gentle compulsion, a need to mold herself to the other woman's naked form, to touch her as much as humanly possible. "It's different from the way they make us feel about men," the girl said raggedly, "but in the end, you can't resist it, either." Alice sighed and lay one cheek on the swelling curve of the girl's breast. It was the most sensuous, comforting feeling she'd ever had, and she put her hands on either side of it, cupping the breast and tenderly lifting its weight. It was warm against her palms, and heavy. Her belly tingled, and she felt herself grow gently wet inside. The girl moaned and gently tangled her fingers in Alice's hair. "God, I want to touch you," the girl whispered. "When I'm with a man, it's all in my pussy, but with another girl it's everywhere...." Eyes closed, body trembling with a mix of rampant lust and tenderness, Alice kissed the tip of the erect nipple brushing her lips. She'd never touched another woman's bare body this way, and except for one drunken kissing session in college, had never thought about being with another woman. And not even a woman, she thought with alarm, a girl. "How many girls have you been with?" "Three here," came the soft answer. "I think it's what they do when they know we need a break from fucking men." Alice put her hands on the girl's shoulders and pushed herself away. She could hardly breathe with the intensity of it. "Wait, really," she gasped, eyes closed. "I don't...it's the drug they gave us, not me. I'm not a lesbian." The girl smiled sadly. "I know you're not. I am, though. But it doesn't make any difference. I hate men, hate the thought of them touching me and being inside me, but my pussy wants it and who can fight that?" She blushed, with shame this time. Alice shook her head, trying to clear the fuzz. She still had her hands on the tall girl's belly. "What...what did you say your name was?" "Cherish. Cherish Lawson." Wide-eyed, Alice looked up into the girl's face. She could see Lawson's traits in the girl now, in her height and her haunted eyes. She supposed the voluptuous figure came from her mother. Your father's cum is dripping from me, she thought. The very seed that helped make you nineteen years ago. And I'm supposed to rescue him. And you. But there was no denying the lump rising in her throat at the thought of touching the girl. It was as if all her emotions were rearranging themselves based on outside stimulus, entirely beyond her conscious control. How could she be expected to function this way? How could she save anyone, even herself? Cherish's lips were swollen with desire, and a red flush covered her wide shoulders, neck and the tops of her breasts. Tears welled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks, dripping onto her chest. And before Alice could move, Cherish leaned down and kissed her softly and tenderly, her arms pulling Alice's naked body against her own. I never kissed your father, Alice thought. I fucked him, but we never kissed. And now I'm about to fuck you. When I should be trying to save you. But I can't help myself. "We should lie down," Cherish whispered as she broke the kiss. "Who knows how long they'll give us?" Alice could only nod. Prison of Cries Ch. 06 Cherish lay on her back, and Alice reclined beside her. The mattress felt damp and stank of bodies, but in her condition it was anything but repulsive. She felt more naked than ever in her life, and every inch of her skin ached for touch. Cherish put her hand on the back of Alice's head and gently pulled her down into a long kiss. When it broke Cherish said softly, "I know you must be scared, since this is your first time with a girl. Believe me, nothing you do will bother or offend me. My body is yours." She lay back, arms and legs open wide, offering herself to the stranger. Alice registered the ginger-colored hair in her armpits, and the damp tuft that grew sparsely between her legs. Alice's breathing grew fast and shallow. Cherish's breasts slid to either side of her torso, revealing the ripples of stretch marks created by their weight. Alice traced her fingertips lightly along the smooth, firm globes. When the girl got older they would soften, and sag, and probably cause back trouble. But in the bloom of her youth they were still round and firm, even if they couldn't totally defy gravity. I'm fixated on breasts, Alice thought bitterly. I'm a trained covert agent with seven kills to my name, and I can't focus on anything but this girl's breasts. Whatever drug they'd used on her, if it got loose in the West, it would be awful. Every woman and girl capable of sexual feeling could be reduced to this, turned against her will into a bitch in heat, with no discrimination or sense of shame. She looked up into Cherish's soft face. The glaring light revealed the acne still clining to her cheeks. I should tell you about your father, Alice thought, but all she said was, "I'd like to suck on your nipples. I've...never done that." Cherish closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh, God, please, they've been so hard for so long..." "Mine, too," Alice said. She shifted position, kissed the dark jutting tip of Cherish's nearest nipple, then closed her mouth over it. "Oh," Cherish sighed, her back arching slightly. "You know, I almost had breast reduction when I was fourteen. They were killing my shoulders. But I...ohhhhh...started working out instead." She laughed coldly. "I'd kill for a bra, though. Not for modesty, but just to...oh...help with the weight...." Alice took the tip into her mouth, running her tongue over the engorged tip. It was similar to giving head to a man, since Cherish's nipples were so large and they extended nearly an inch in their current forced tumescence. Alice raked her teeth along the length, biting just enough to squeeze the tissue. Her lips felt the puckered aureole at the base, and she opened her mouth enough to cover it as well. Her hot breath and saliva did nothing to soften it, though. Alice rose, her own body now shuddering with sensation. If possible, her nipples had grown even harder and her breasts heavier as she attended to Cherish. She said, "I...am so horny for you...but I don't know what to do here." Her voice trembled like a child's. Cherish sat up and kissed Alice tenderly on the forehead, an almost maternal gesture. "Lie back, sweetie. Let me take care of you first." "I'm...still...full of...." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought aloud. Your father's cum, she thought bitterly. Cherish put a finger to her lips. "So am I, sweetie. It's the price of having a vagina in this place. Luckily the drug they gave us makes us not mind. In fact, it makes me crave the taste of it." She paused, and her voice grew cold with shame. "You know, the worst thing wasn't being a die-hard lesbian willingly going on my back for a man. It was willingly going on my knees." Alice felt new tears spill down her cheeks, heartbroken at the thought of this kind girl being humiliated. "I'm sorry." Cherish kissed her tenderly. "Thank you." The big girl then gently pushed Alice onto her back. The rank mattress filled her nostrils with the odors of sex, ratcheting her desire up another notch. She stared up at the plaster ceiling, squinting at the glare from the light fixture, wondering for the first time if they were being watched. Surely they were; it would be foolish for them not to be. Had she designed the place, every move would be recorded for use later. Cherish kissed the tips of Alice's nipples, then the skin between her breasts, then down her belly. Alice felt the big girl's own dangling breasts brush her thighs as she crawled down, tonguing her navel and kissing the space between it and her pubic hair. "God, you're in great shape," Cherish whispered as she ran a hand lightly over Alice's belly. "You must really work out." "So are you," Alice said, her voice rippling at the touch. "I try. It's not easy when you're built like me, that's for sure," Cherish murmured, her face gently settling into the damp curls between Alice's thighs. She lifted Alice's right leg and draped it across her shoulder. "And most of the time it doesn't show, I still look like every other fat bull-dyke when I'm dressed." Alice began to tremble uncontrollably. She hated this the most, that moment when her body completely took over and nothing she could do or think deterred it from its goal. She should be fighting, attempting escape, anything but sprawling on her back, legs spread, for the second of the three people she was supposed to rescue. And she couldn't let this girl do this, not without telling her what she'd already been through. "Please, I need to tell you...." "You don't have to tell me anything," Cherish said. She slid two fingers into Alice's dripping pussy, and at the same time sucked gently on her swollen clit. Alice lost all train of thought as her body writhed, trying to express the overwhelming emotions that suddenly overtook her. Her desperate cry filled the tiny room. Cherish removed her fingers and licked the substances clinging to them. "Some stranger filled you," she whispered in arousal, "filled you up, over and over, and now he's filling me...." She dipped her fingers again, and once more sucked them clean. With a cry like an attacking animal Cherish buried her face between Alice's legs. She spread Alice's labia wide and drove her tongue as deeply as it could. Her weight pinned Alice down below the waist, and the older woman thrashed and grunted as orgasm after orgasm roared through her. Her hands found her own breasts and roughly handled them, and her head snapped from side to side. Finally, moaning as if in pain, Cherish rose to her knees and looked down at Alice. Her face shone with Alice's juices. "Do me now," she said raggedly, and it wasn't a request. "Need it. Deserve it." With that she walked on her knees, astride Alice's body, until her own fuzzy, dripping pussy hovered directly over Alice's face. Prison of Cries Ch. 07 Cherish and Alice lay facing each other. The mattress felt damp and stank of bodies, but in Alice's condition it was anything but repulsive. She felt more naked than ever in her life, and every inch of her skin ached for touch. Cherish put her hand on the back of Alice's head and gently pulled her into a long kiss. When it broke Cherish said softly, "I guess I should tell you the worst part about this." "Worst part?" Alice said wryly. "They've made us eager for our own rape. How much worse can it get?" Cherish cupped one of Alice's breasts. "We can't come this way. With each other." The words took a moment to register as the girl's long fingers kneaded her flesh. "We can't...what did you say?" "We can only have orgasms with men," Cherish said as she bent to suck Alice's concrete-hard nipple. "Not with other women, and not with...just touching ourselves." "You've got to be kidding me." "Believe me, I'm not. I've tried everything. Haven't you noticed how different this feels? Like it's spread out all over you? The minute a man walks in, it all localizes back in your cunt." Cherish licked the curve of her breast. "I hate men, remember. I never wanted a cock inside me, let alone to feel one shoot cum all up in me. I love sex with women. But whatever they've done to us, it's turned me as straight as you." Alice's breathing grew fast and shallow as Cherish rolled onto her back. Cherish's breasts slid to either side of her torso, revealing the ripples of stretch marks created by their weight. Alice traced her fingertips lightly along the smooth, firm globes. When she got older they would soften, and sag, and probably cause back trouble. But in the bloom of her youth they were still round and firm. *I'm fixated on breasts,* Alice thought bitterly. *I'm a trained covert agent with seven kills to my name, and I can't focus on anything but this girl's tits.* Whatever drug they'd used on her, if it got loose in the West, it would be awful. Every woman and girl capable of sexual feeling could be reduced to this, turned against her will into a bitch in heat, with no discrimination or sense of shame. She looked down into Cherish's soft face. The glaring light revealed the acne still clining to her cheeks. *I should tell you about your father,* Alice thought, but all she said was, "I'd like to suck on your nipples. I've...never done that." Cherish closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh, God, please, they've been so hard for so long..." "Mine, too," Alice said. She shifted position, kissed the dark jutting tip of Cherish's nearest nipple, then closed her mouth over it. "Oh," Cherish sighed, her back arching slightly. "You know, I almost had breast reduction when I was fourteen. They were killing my back. But I...ohhhhh...started working out instead." She laughed coldly. "I'd kill for a bra, though. Not for modesty, but just to...oh...help with the weight...." Alice took the tip into her mouth, running her tongue over the engorged tip. It was similar to giving head to a man, since Cherish's nipples were so large and extended nearly an inch in their current forced tumescence. She raked her teeth along the length, biting just enough to squeeze the tissue. Her lips felt the puckered aureole at the base, and she opened her mouth enough to cover it as well. Her hot breath and saliva did nothing to soften it, though. Alice rose, her own body now shuddering with sensation. If possible, her nipples had grown even harder and her breasts heavier as she attended to Cherish. She said, "I...am so horny for you...but I don't know what to do here." Her voice trembled like a child's. Cherish sat up and kissed Alice tenderly on the forehead, an almost maternal gesture. "Lie back, honey. I'll take care of you." "I'm...still...full of...." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought aloud. *Your father's cum,* she thought bitterly. Cherish put a finger to her lips. "So am I, sweetie. It's the price of having a vagina in this place. Luckily the drug they gave us makes us not mind. In fact, it makes me crave the taste of it." She paused, and her voice grew cold with shame. "The worst thing wasn't being a die-hard lesbian willingly going on her back for a man, you know. It was willingly going on my *knees.*" Alice felt new tears spill down her cheeks, heartbroken at the thought of this kind girl being humiliated. "I'm sorry." Cherish kissed her tenderly. "Thank you." The big girl then gently pushed Alice onto her back. The rank mattress filled her nostrils with the odors of sex, ratcheting her desire up another notch. She stared up at the plaster ceiling, squinting at the glare from the light fixture, wondering for the first time if they were being watched. Surely they were; it would be foolish for them *not* to be. Cherish kissed the tips of Alice's nipples, then the skin between her breasts, then down her belly. Alice felt the big girl's own dangling breasts brush her thighs as she crawled down, tonguing her navel and kissing the space between it and her pubic hair. "God, you're in great shape," Cherish whispered as she ran a hand lightly over Alice's belly. "You must really work out." "So are you," Alice said, her voice rippling at the touch. "I try. It's not easy when you're built like me, that's for sure," Cherish murmured, her face gently settling into the damp curls between Alice's thighs. She lifted Alice's right leg and draped it across her shoulder. "And most of the time it doesn't show, I still look like every other fat bull-dyke when I'm dressed." Alice began to tremble uncontrollably. She hated this the most, that moment when her body completely took over and nothing she could do or think deterred it from its goal. She should be fighting, attempting escape, anything but sprawling on her back, legs spread, for the second of the three people she was supposed to rescue. And she couldn't let this girl do this, not without telling her what she'd already been through. "Please, I need to tell you...." "You don't have to tell me anything," Cherish said. She slid two fingers into Alice's dripping pussy, and at the same time sucked gently on her swollen clit. Alice lost all train of thought as her body writhed, trying to express the overwhelming emotions that suddenly overtook her. Her desperate cry filled the tiny room. "I was a virgin when they brought me here, did you know that?" Cherish said as her fingers sought Alice's sensitive spot. "In the normal sense, I mean. I'd had lots of women lovers, but never a boy. And then I woke up, in a room with a naked man, and...." Alice couldn't believe the sensation she was enduring. She was on the edge of an immense climax, one that might put every other one in her life to shame, but she simply couldn't get over the edge. How in God's name had they done this to her? She arched her back, whimpering through clenched teeth, fingernails scratching impotently on the mattress. Cherish spread Alice open with her fingers. "When I realized what they'd done...what I felt...I couldn't believe it. I'd never wanted a man before, ever, but seeing that man's hard dick standing up, poking at me...my pussy just *ached* for it. I fought him off at first, he was middle-aged and fat and didn't speak English, but...I gave in because I had to. And the pain was nothing compared to the orgasm I had. I almost lost consciousness, it was so intense." Alice began to toss her head and moan. It wasn't possible to endure this, to hover here and not be able to reach the spasm, the tingle, the rush of orgasm. Surely she would die. "I felt so betrayed," Cherish said. "I mean, I'd once told my father that I'd rather go down on my mom than suck his dick. I was thirteen then, and he was saying how sexual confusion was normal." She laughed. "I was never sexually confused until they brought me here." "Stop!" Alice cried. "God, stop, I can't bear any more!" Cherish sat back on her heels, licking the mix of cunt juice and semen from her fingers. Alice lay rigid, legs spread, hips trembling. It seemed to take forever but at last the feeling began to recede, enough that she collapsed into sobs that tore through her body almost as hard as that last forced climax. Cherish curled up behind her and wrapped her in her arms. Alice felt the girls breasts against her bare back. Cherish stroked her damp skin gently, like petting a kitten. "My father almost fucked me this way," Cherish whispered. "We got so *close* to doing it. I was on my hands and knees, my ass pushing back at him. He put one hand on me; do you have any idea how that felt, my father's hand on the small of my back, his thumb in the cleft of my ass? I was *dripping.* He held his cock with his other hand, held it right against my cunt, and I could feel how hard he was. I wanted him inside me so bad, it was worse than with any of the other men. He started to do it, too. The head of his cock started to push into me. But then he stopped and shot off on my back. He said he couldn't do it, no matter how much he wanted it. No matter how much *I* wanted it. Alice turned and kissed the girl, tasting her own juices on her lips. It didn't matter; all that counted was the touch of skin against her own. Cherish spoke between kisses, her confession spilling out like an open tap. "I begged to suck him off. One of the other men made me do it, and even though I was ashamed, something about it made me crave it almost as much as I did in my pussy. If I couldn't feel my dad come inside me, at least I could have a bellyful of it. He wouldn't let me, though. I watched him jerk off, watched his cum shoot into the air and splatter on the floor, and wanted like crazy to crawl over and lick it up. I didn't, though; I just touched myself, knowing he was watching, seeing how his cock would soften and then get hard again almost at once. I tried to get him to tell me what he wanted to do to me, what he'd do if I wasn't his daughter locked up naked with him. But he wouldn't even play the game." Alice's heart pounded in her chest. "I need to tell you something, Cherish. I was with your father right before they brought me in here. That semen inside me was his. I tried to tell you before we started, but I couldn't get the words out." Alice waited for the explosion of fury, or hurt, or anything, but Cherish just smiled, sad and defeated. "It doesn't matter. I'm destroyed anyway. I know they won't ever let me go." Alice felt a surge of fresh rage at their captors, just as the bolt slid back on the outside of the cell door. To be continued Prison of Cries Ch. 08 Alice was too weak to resist when the men pulled her to her feet. Even the way her body surged with new arousal at their masculine presence weakened her, and she stumbled out between them, her legs barely working. Cherish lunged forward and kissed her. She whispered urgently, "If you see my parents again, tell them I love them." Then one of the men grabbed her by the hair and tossed her back onto the mattress. "I will," Alice assured her, struggling in the gloved hands that held her. Their masculine presence had her dripping, and she wanted to fall to her knees and suck off the nearest of them. She met Cherish's eyes and saw the girl's look of utter, total defeat, even as a naked man was carried into the cell and dumped on the floor. Cherish's sob of either relief or despair was cut short as the door slammed shut. The icy corridor cleared Alice's head a little, and she was able to walk, her bare feet slapping on the tile. A guard loosely held each of her upper arms, clearly believing she needed only support, not restraint. The cold made her nipples tighten even more, and her breasts swayed painfully with every step, but she tried to focus enough to decide if this was her moment. A few well-placed blows, and she would be, momentarily at least, free. But what then? She'd still be lost, and naked, and horny. So horny.... Before she could sort through all this, they brought her to another cell, opened the door and thrust her inside. She stumbled to her knees, her hair tumbling over her face. The door slammed shut behind her. She tossed it behind her shoulders and looked around. It was another identical cell, and again she wasn't alone. But this time, there wasn't just one other occupant. A couple lay on the mattress. The woman was on her back, legs spread, and the man pounded into her. Their grunts and moans didn't stop when she entered, although both turned to look at her. The woman was older, with iron-gray wavy hair and a deeply-lined face. She had the kind of wide body that women got in middle age. The man, on the other hand, was actually a boy, probably no older than twenty, with black hair and heavy eyebrows. He was lean, muscular, with tattoos on his arm and back. They did not stop their movements even as they looked her over. Alice was frozen with a fresh rush of desire. She had seen couples fuck before, but with her own body afire, she felt a mixture of envy and jealousy. She wanted to be the woman beneath the boy, his cock inside her, her hips meeting his. She could certainly do better than this old woman, who seemed exhausted. The woman's cries grew more urgent, and she suddenly arched her back, her hands clawing at the mattress. There was more anguish in her voice than Alice had ever thought possible. She felt a fresh rush of pity. Finished, the boy rocked back on his heels, and his gleaming erection bobbed in the light as he withdrew from the woman. He was slender, and like so many skinny men, his cock was impressively large. With no preliminaries he crawled on his hands and knees over to Alice, shoved her onto her back and penetrated her in one swift movement. Alice grunted and said, "No!" But of course there was no resisting. Her body, numb after her time with Cherish, was on fire again, her vagina dripping with moisture. Her hips, battered from her time with Lawson, ached as he pushed them apart, but there was no resisting. He paid no attention to the rest of her body, spent no time sucking her nipples or pawing her breasts, certainly had no interest in kissing her. He simply positioned himself and, with a groan, pushed his way easily into her. He and Alice both came after only a few rapid thrusts. His ejaculation was much more intense than Lawson's, more voluminous, and went on longer than any man she'd ever been with. When he finished, he collapsed atop her, gasping for breath. She held his shoulders, aware all at once that he was a total stranger even more so than Lawson. *I don't even know this boy,* she thought as his penis softened within her. She moved her arms and legs weakly, like a dying insect, trying to sort this sudden new experience into something she could comprehend. "Who...are you?" she gasped. "What's your name?" "He doesn't speak English," the older woman said. She lay on her side on the mattress, watching them. Her body, mannish and saggy, gleamed with recent sweat, and she had a thick patch of ungroomed pubic hair. "I think his name is Pablo." Pablo's cock began to harden again, and he whimpered as he swelled within her. He muttered something in a language she didn't recognize. It could have been an apology, or a plea for help. But it did nothing to stop the inexorable erection. Alice sobbed. How much semen could her body hold? The older woman sighed. "I guess he's done with me for a while." Pablo began to thrust within her again. Alice clutched at him as she rose toward a fresh orgasm, trying to keep her head clear. "Pablo...Pablo, please, don't...ohhhh...oh, my God, no....." She came again, and was in mid-orgasm when he suddenly pushed himself up, pulled out of her and ejaculated on her belly. He masturbated every last drop out, then fell on his side next to her, his sweat-drenched body hitting the floor with a loud, wet smack. He continued to stroke his penis as white drops dripped from it onto his own abdomen. "He likes to do that," the older woman said. She gestured at sticky patches of drying semen on her own stomach. Alice raised herself on her elbows, not bothering to close her legs. "Wait...wait, both of you...." she said, trying to calm her racing heart. "We need to...stop for a minute." She sat up, the sensation of being filled with his semen almost unbearable. She watched him stroke himself back into tumescence, his eyes closed. "I'm Emily," the older woman said, her voice tired. "A-Alice." Pablo ejaculated onto his own belly again with a little moan. He looked at Alice with desperate, glassy eyes. She fought down the urge to suck him off. "How long have you been here?" Emily asked. "Not...not long. A couple of days at the most." She stood up, trying to ignore the sensation of semen trickling from her, sticky as it slid down the insides of her thighs. "What about you?" Emily sighed. "From the beginning. You see...I'm the one who invented all this."