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Synopsis: Three beautiful 20-something girls are sentenced to prison. Things
turn for the worse when their escape attempt is botched.
Darkness

Adriana crouched at the tap and turned it on. Water trickled out, she scooped
some with
her hand and splashed it on her face. It felt refreshing. She was very hungry
as she hadn.t
eaten since before her capture. They had only been given some water during the
ordeal.

In the six weeks that they had been on the loose, they hadn.t gone too far.
They had
followed the river in a northern direction. Sometimes it seemed like they were
being set
up. For instance they found supplies meant for the prison camp along the way.
They
grabbed whatever they could and that.s what kept the three of them going for so
long.
They had set up camp in a dense, hilly section and those packets of nutrient
powder,
pellets, soap powder and toothpaste came in very handy.

But now she was in a punishment cell, after spending the night suspended from a
tree.
Her shoulders were very sore, she was exhausted and desperately needed to
sleep, but she
was too scared to turn her attention away from the door of the near-dark cell.
They
obviously wanted a full confession. who planned the escape, who helped them on
the
inside? She knew that the three of them had schemed together and made a run for
it on a
toilet break near the end of yet another long day in the fields.

Life on the loose was an adventure but they had managed to make the most of it.
Now
Adriana, Kirra and Celeste were in individual 4x6 cells with concrete walls and
a dirt
floor. The only light came trough a 6.x6. opening in the door, that had bars
that could be
lifted. The toilet was no more than a deep hole near one wall, like the rest of
the toilets
across the prison camp. There was a tap near the floor. And she was naked and
shackled
at her wrists and ankles.

Naked. That.s what it had come down to. They had ripped her prison uniform to
shreds
when they recaptured her. She had been wearing the brown baggy dress the entire
time
she had been in prison, which was close to a year. The dress had held up pretty
well and
when on the run, she was even able to wash it properly in the river and hang it
on a tree to
dry while they hid in the shade during the day. The last bit of the uniform had
been
removed before she was suspended from the tree for the night.

Adriana didn.t know what emotion to feel apart from fear. They were going to
come back
and question her again. She knew that the next several days and weeks were
going to be
sheer hell. They had been warned at the time of their initiation into the
prison camp that
escape attempts would not be tolerated and hell awaited those who tried to get
away.

But she got away and managed to stay out for six weeks with her two close
friends. That
had now come to and end. Adriana sat against the wall, her legs outstretched,
and stared
at the door, ignoring the hunger pangs. She fell asleep.



Silence

The sound of the door opening made Adriana jump up. She moved back into the
corner
of the cell, her hands folded across her chest. The guard said nothing as she
placed a
plastic pitcher of water, a banana and half a loaf of bread on the floor. She
closed the
door and left.

Adriana reached for the water and drank half of it in one go. She was glad to
have
something to eat. She ate the banana and most of the bread. She saved the
banana peel.

With nothing to do but wait, Adriana rested against the wall and thought about
life before
prison, life at the camp and life as a fugitive. She reckoned they would
increase her
sentence from ten years to perhaps twenty years. Her life was ruined anyway.
She would
be unrecognizable to the outside world after her release. There had been no
contact after
her brief trial had ended. The camp was isolated from civilization.

She thought about Kirra and Celeste and how they were holding up in their
cells. They
were probably down the hall from her but she couldn.t hear them. She wondered
when
they would question her again. She fell asleep once again.

She dreamed of days gone by. She was on the beach, showing off her bikini to
all those
young men. Life on the beach was great. sun, surf and drinks during the day.
More
drinks and clubs at night. Sexy clothes, hot tubs and showers, full body waxes,
great
food, girlfriends and boyfriends. Lots of sex. threesomes and foursomes, free
love,
blindfolds, a weekend of no-stop sex, shackles, whips. Hot weather, shackles.
the beach
dream began to merge with prison life. that awful uniform, her feet and legs
covered
with dirt, 5 minute showers, pit toilets. no grooming, no underwear. Evil
guards
hovered behind her as she crouched on the ground and continued digging.
sleeping on
dirt floors in a cell shared with nine others. Drinking copious amounts of
water each day,
sweating, peeing onto the ground. cornmeal mush and pellets for meals. bathing
in the
river while on the run, making love to her friends under the trees. naked while
the
uniform dried in the sun, lots of body hair, the closeness making her feel sexy
once again.

She woke up and realized that she had been turned on by her dream. She was very
wet
between her legs and her pussy was throbbing, aching for attention. She brought
her
fingers close and felt herself through the thick tangle of hair. She couldn.t
resist sliding
her fingers inside. She folded her legs to give herself better access and began
to pleasure
herself, making sure she didn.t moan too loudly, being attentive enough so that
she could
stop if she heard someone coming.

Nobody came by but Adriana had a powerful orgasm. Here she was, naked and dirty
on
the floor of a dark cell, masturbating in silence. She withdrew her sticky
fingers and
brought them to her mouth. She licked them clean. Hot, sweaty and contented,
she curled
up on the floor and closed her eyes.



Slow

She couldn.t fall asleep this time. She had to use the toilet. She crawled over
to the hole
and squatted. When she finished she washed herself at the tap, using part of
the banana
peel as a washcloth, then tossing it into the hole. She drank the rest of her
water and went
back to leaning against the wall.

She thought about her first day at the camp. They had been brought over the
night before.
After a thorough, humiliating search and medical exam, they had been placed in
a
transition cell for the night. just four walls and a hole. They were in their
new uniforms,
which were loose and uncomfortable. They were wearing bras but no panties. The
dress
came down to their knees. None of them slept much that night as they lay on the
hard dirt
floor and stared at the ceiling. The light from the corridor was too bright.

The morning siren blared before the sun had risen. They got up and dusted their
uniforms. The chains around their ankles limited their movements a little bit,
the chains
around their wrists would make simple tasks challenging. They had to get used
to it.

The cell door opened and a guard ushered them out. They were led outside, into
the cool
morning air. Other prisoners were filing out of their cellblocks, in various
states of
raggedness. Some had very torn uniforms, while others were in better shape. All
had
unkempt hair that was tied back. All were shackled.

Orders were given to line up. The newest inmates were at the back of a line.
Adriana had
no idea what the routine was going to be like. She didn.t dare to ask anyone.
Stern guards
walked up and down, glaring at the prisoners. One guard pulled a prisoner out
of file and
berated her for not taking care of her uniform, which was torn from the
underarm down
the side. The guard grabbed the tear and tore it further, all the way down to
the hemline,
leaving it attached by a thread. She pushed her back into the line.

They marched to the work site where they were split into groups of four, handed
shovels
and directed to specific locations to continue digging the canal system.
Adriana had been
separated from her friends and was with three other prisoners, none of who said
a word to
her. She really had to pee but didn.t dare ask for permission. She decided to
follow the
lead of one of the prisoners in her work group. This is what it had come down
to. while
the veteran prisoner, who looked like she could be 25, lifted her dress to
reveal a thick
hairy pussy, Adriana had a smooth, shaved one to expose to the world. Both of
them
relieved themselves at the work site, which actually helped soften the ground
beneath
them and make shoveling a lot easier. Drops of piss clung to her as she lowered
her dress
and resumed her work.

Work stopped on the hour, every hour, for a two-minute water break. Around
midmorning came the first meal, a bowl of cornmeal mixed with a special
nutrient powder.
That break was ten minutes, really the only chance to use the toilet which was
a narrow,
deep trench dug at the edge of the work area. The sounds of tools hitting
ground were
often interrupted by yelling guards or the occasional crack of the whip. An
afternoon



meal, the same as the morning meal, brought some relief. After sunset came the
end of
work bell.

By this time, Adriana and her fellow prisoners were soaked in sweat. Their
hands and
feet were covered in dirt, their faces streaked with sweat and dirt. Exhausted,
they were
marched back to the cellblock for their showers. Prisoners lined up at the
outdoor sinks to
brush their teeth. Then they received some soap shavings and were ushered into
a huge
shower hall where they lined up, inches apart from each other, under narrow
pipes. For
five minutes cool water rained down on them as they scrambled to wash the dirt
and
sweat and clean up as best as possible with the meager amount of soap. The
water
stopped when they wanted it to go on forever. There were no towels so they had
to use
part of their uniform to dry themselves. The evening breeze made them feel cool
as they
collected their dinner bowls and water bottles and crouched in the courtyard to
eat in
silence. Dinner was a bowl of pellets, specially made for labor camp inmates,
high in
fiber and protein and other essential nutrients. They tasted sweet and a little
tangy and left
a decent aftertaste when washed down with water. Finally, with the sun long
gone and the
camp bathed in floodlights, the prisoners were ordered to their cells for the
night,
clutching onto a bottle of water each.

Lights went out as soon as all the doors had closed.

Light

This time the bright light from the corridor woke Adriana up. She shielded her
eyes as
she struggled to sit up. Two guards were standing at the door, one of them
motioned her
to stand up.

She had lost track of how long she had been in the punishment cell. Meals and
water
came with some regularity. There had even been a small tube of toothpaste and
some
soap shavings tossed into her cell.

She was led, still naked and shackled, and very dazed, down the narrow corridor
and up
several flights of stairs to a small room. The room was windowless but had a
bright light
on the ceiling. Hanging from the ceiling was a beam with a chain attached. Two
small
posts were placed on the floor of the cell, near the center, several feet
apart. A drain was
in the center of the floor. There were two chairs against the wall.

Adriana was secured to the beam, her arms stretched above her. Her legs were
spread as
far as the shackles would allow and her ankles were secured to the floor posts
with a new
set of shackles.

The guards left here alone, closing the door behind them.

The heat from the light was intense, Adriana was sweating profusely, also from
fear. The
dreaded interrogation was about to begin. When the door finally opened, a guard
entered
holding a hose. She aimed it at Adriana.s face and turned it on. A cold jet of
water hit



her, offering some relief but the sheer power made her feel like she was going
to drown.
The hose was quickly moved over her body, rinsing off the dirt that had
collected during
her time in the punishment cell. The guard made sure that she aimed the hose
between
Adriana.s legs longer than necessary and then proceeded to wash her back and
butt. The
water collected in the middle of the floor and slowly drained away.

Another guard entered and served Adriana a bottle of water through a straw. She
was
getting a little hungry. Her last meal had been half a loaf of bread and she
had slept for a
while after that.

One of the senior officers of the prison finally entered the cell and took her
seat. She
placed a folded whip on the chair next to her. Two guards remained stationed in
the cell,
one at the door and the other behind Adriana.

The officer began by reading the new charges and then asked her first question,
.So who
masterminded this escape?.

Adriana softly replied, .the three of us..

.That.s not what we.ve heard,. the officer said sternly, .your friends said
that it was your
idea..

Mind games, Adriana thought to herself. There.s no way her friends would set
her up to
take the fall for what was a joint effort.

.We planned it together,. Adriana said, her voice trembling.

The officer picked up the whip and handed it to the guard who was positioned
behind
Adriana. She continued, .Again, were you the mastermind of the operation that
undermined our prison system? Did you, or did you not, hatch the plot and lead
two
innocent inmates to their downfall?.

.No,. said Adriana, .I did. owwwww.. The guard let loose the whip, two swift
strokes
across her back. She fought back tears as she felt her skin sting. The whips
were specially
designed to redden but not scar.

.Let.s try this again, one more time as I have limited patience. Explain how
you planned
this operation and your stay in this room will be short. Lie again and you.ll
see what
happens,. the officer said, rising to her feet and heading for the door.

.We always wanted to escape. We did it together. We stole and hid supplies on
toilet
breaks. We broke into supply drop-offs along the way. It was a team effort..

.That.s a lie,. the officer said before leaving the cell, the sounds of
Adriana.s cries
fading in the distance as the guard whipped her all over her back, butt and
thighs, before
locking the cell door and leaving her shackled and sobbing.



Silence

At least in the punishment cell there were the occasional footsteps in the
corridor. She
could even hear the guards talking. Now there was no sound whatsoever. She
wondered
how they delivered her food and water in absolute silence. The walls and door
were very
thick, she figured.

Adriana crouched in the tiny cell, a box much smaller than the punishment cell,
with no
room to stand straight or lie down. Still shackled at the wrists and ankles,
she had been
brought here after one final question and answer session that ended with
another
whipping and a hosedown. This time they had shaved her head.

There was some light that came in through cracks above and below the door. She
had no
idea how long she would spend in this cell. There was no toilet or tap, just a
drain. They
allowed her out once every 26 hours, the only time she saw another human or
heard any
sounds other than her own shackles. Those precious 15 minutes were spent in a
room as
small as her cell but with a higher ceiling. That room had a hole in the ground
and a tap.
She also got her toothbrush, her daily water refill and bowl of pellets and
bread. Small
comforts meant a lot to her. She would wait patiently for those 15 minutes of
freedom.
One false move and she.d lose that.

She counted the days but would soon be thrown off as they let her out at random
times,
sometimes after 18 hours, sometimes after 30. Even then she made the most of
her time at
the tap, washing her face and private parts. Her hair was growing back, she
wondered
how she looked. She hadn.t seen a mirror since her incarceration.

Months went by and the silence and isolation was broken by the toilet visits
and
occasional hose-downs. Still well fed, Adriana remained in decent health but
began to
wonder how long this would go on. In some ways, she was beginning to miss the
hard
labor that she had gotten used to before her escape and capture. At least she
saw other
people all day long, heard conversations and breathed fresh air.

Reunited

.Back to work,. is what the guard said as she pulled Adriana out of her hole.
Her hair
now shoulder-length and unkempt, her body hairy and unwashed for a few days,
her
ankles and wrists still shackled, she was led down the narrow corridor and out
into the
open for the first time in months. The fresh air almost made her cry. It felt
so good to be
outside again. It was a cloudy day so her eyes didn.t require much adjusting
after all
those months in the dimly lit cell. Still she tried not to look at the open
space. She stood
near the back of a van, with a guard at her side. After a few minutes passed,
her friends
Kirra and Celeste appeared, both looking tired, haggard and broken. All three
managed a
smile as they were ordered into the back of the van. Adriana wanted to grab
them and hug
them tightly, but she knew that the guards wouldn.t like that at all.



As two guards got into the front of the van, the guard on the passenger side
handed the
prisoners water bottles and paper bags containing bread crusts and pellets. She
told them
to remain quiet and off they went.

They stopped once along the way but the prisoners weren.t allowed to get out.
The road
was narrow and unpaved and cut through the forest. After nearly six hours on
the road,
they pulled up at a huge iron gate, which swung open and they finally stopped
near a
small building.

With both guards out of the van, Adriana spoke softly, .how are you?.

Kirra replied, .glad to be out of the hell hole..

Celeste asked, .I wonder where they have brought us..

.It can.t get any worse,. Kirra said, .look at us. We look like animals..

.At least they fed us and let us wash somewhat,. Adriana said, her voice
trailing off as
she heard the guards return.

The back of the van opened and they were ushered out. Leaving their empty
bottles and
paper bags on the floor of the van, the prisoners stepped out onto the grass.

A stern-looking woman approached the guards and asked gruffly, .so what have
you
brought us this time?.

One guard replied, .we.re here to exchange the last load with this load. Have
they been
productive?.

.Very much so,. the woman replied, staring at Kirra. .I can sure use these
prisoners,
there.s so much to do down there. Bring me a few more if you can..

.Will do,. said the guard.

.Follow me,. the woman said to the trio. She led them into her office. She sat
behind her
desk and looked them up and down for several minutes, glancing at some files at
the
same time.

She continued, .the work you will do here is related to the work at your
previous camp.
However, conditions here are tough and we watch you more closely. One false
move and
you.ll think of your last cell as a five star hotel.

.We will continue to feed you and give you opportunities to wash but if you.re
unproductive, life will get tougher. I want no trouble from any of you. My
girls are all
hard working and obedient and disciplined and if there is the slightest hint of
trouble
anywhere in this camp, I will blame the three of you and personally administer
your



punishment. Now you.ve had a long trip. I.ll be nice and allow you to rest for
the rest of
the day and night and in the morning I will lead you to your work zone..

She called in a guard and ordered her to take the prisoners to an overnight
cell. .Before
morning bell they should be led to site 14,. she told the guard.

The overnight cell was at the end of the corridor. It was nothing more than a
8x6 concrete
windowless room with a light fixed to a high ceiling. There was a hole and a
tap and
some soap shavings.

The door slammed shut after the guard had given each of them large pitchers of
water to
drink from.

The three prisoners embraced tightly, their warm bodies locked, tears flowing
freely but
silently. After several minutes each took turns relieving themselves in the
hole and
washing up with some soap shavings. The cool water felt nice, even though it
just
trickled out of the tap. Still, they were cleaner than they were a few minutes
ago.

They sat down on the floor, leaning against the back wall of the cell, their
bodies
touching. They held hands and sat in silence. After some time, the cell door
opened and
they were handed bowls of broth with vegetables floating in them. They smiled
and
accepted food that wasn.t bread, pellets or grits. They ate their broth with
bread. The cell
door remained open as they ate. The guard arrived and gave them water and took
the
bowls away, leaving a tall pitcher and a cup for the night.

They slept like babies that night, embracing one another, even kissing each
other with
some passion. After months apart it felt good to be together.

New Job

Their deep sleep was rudely interrupted by the opening of the cell door. .On
your feet,.
the guard shouted, .time for transfer to work zone.. They were led down the
corridor,
groggy and confused, and out into the darkness. They were marched through a
wooded
area and led down a shaft into an underground bunker where they were greeted by
the
woman who ran the operation, the same woman who had greeted them when they
arrived.

.Sit down, ladies,. she said. The prisoners sat down on the narrow bench while
their host
sat on a table.

.We are laying an underground plumbing network, that will connect to the
overground
irrigation system you were working on at the previous labor camp. You will
spend the
next several months down here, working long shifts with short breaks. We expect
you to
step up to the plate and be productive. We know you are an energetic and
creative bunch.
The sooner this project is over, the sooner you get to go back and work in the
field again.
I have chosen three locations for you so you will be separated. At each
location you will



find tools, rations and safety equipment. Detailed instructions are also posted
there. Any
questions?.

The prisoners said nothing.

.Good,. the woman continued, .now let.s get to work..

Three guards entered and each took charge of one prisoner. Adriana was led by
her arm
down the narrow corridor and down some more stairs. An air-handling system kept
fresh
air flowing through the underground work site. Dim lights lit up the place. She
couldn.t
see which way her friends were going but they were not behind her any more.

They stopped at a door. Her name and photo was on it. The guard opened the door
and
pushed her in. The door slammed shut and a light came on. She was standing in a
4x4
room with a high ceiling and a domed light. Against one wall was a wooden box
with the
word .supplies. printed across. On top of the box were a small shovel and a
piece of
paper that said .Instructions.. She picked it up and read it.

Instructions for Employee

This is your home.
What you need for the next 14 days is in the wooden crate.
Dig yourself a toilet.
Your job is to look at the .X. on the back wall of the cell and dig a uniform
hole, 12
inches in diameter (use ruler) until you reach an opening on the other side.
Wear a facemask at all times.
Deposit dirt into shaft in wall above crate.
We will be watching you.


Adriana opened the box. There was a crate of drinking water, loaves of bread
and bags of
pellets and nutrient powder. There was a toothbrush, two tubes of toothpaste
and a bag of
soap granules.


She picked up the shovel and wondered how long it would take her to dig trough
the wall.
But first things first, she crouched on the ground and began digging a toilet.
She dug it as
deep as she could, almost two feet deep and 8 inches wide. She was sweating
profusely
from the labor and finished by piling the dirt in one corner and leaning
against the supply
crate to catch her breath.


She got up, drank some water and began her assignment.


How thick is this wall?

Adriana had dug as far as she could reach. Her arms were aching and covered
with dirt.
The face mask kept the dirt out of her nose and mouth. It seemed as though she
would
have to dig wider so she could crawl into the hole in order to dig deeper. She
could
always replace some of the dirt and return the hole to its 12 inch diameter.



She had been at this for several days it seemed. She still had enough to eat.
The powder
was quite filling, a few scoops with water kept her going for a while. She
spared some
water to wash her hands and she used the paper wrappers as toilet paper.

Her body was covered with dirt, with streaks of sweat running across. She
figured they
would wash her after she was done so she just had to suck it up and carry on.
She took
frequent breaks, to get dirt and sweat out of her eyes. The shackles made it
difficult to dig
efficiently but she soldiered on.

If they were watching her, they must.ve been happy for no one opened the door
until it
was time for fresh rations. The warden appeared with a guard and inspected her
progress.
She didn.t say a word. The guard placed new supplies in the crate and gave her
a bucket
of water and said, .wash with that and use it to collect dirt..

Adriana washed her face and between her legs with the water. She felt
refreshed. She had
been brushing her teeth regularly and had set aside some drinking water for
washing her
eyes at the end of a long day. She had no sense of time. No sense of day and
night. She
just used her body to figure out an approximate time scale.

Light

Adriana was lying flat on her stomach in the tunnel, she was several feet away
from her
cell, trying to make her way to wherever the end was going to be. She would dig
for a
while and then slide back through the two foot wide tunnel, hauling the dirt
back for
disposal. Her body was caked with the damp soil and dirt, which mixed with her
sweat
and formed a coating on her skin, almost like a protective coat. She knew she
had dug a
wider tunnel than instructed. There was no way she could.ve burrowed far
without
physically going into the earth.

She was catching her breath, drinking water from the bottle she carried with
her. She was
getting a little hungry so she crawled backwards and out into her cell,
grateful that she
was able to stretch a bit. She dusted herself off with no avail, then pulled
off her face
mask and picked up some pellets and washed them down with more water. She
looked at
her handiwork, she had dug at least twenty feet into the wall. She squatted
over her toilet
and relieved herself and then returned to work.

She felt the earth loosen rather easily and then give away to nothing as she
had reached
the end. She was ecstatic, letting out a scream of delight. She crawled further
to see what
was at the other end. It was a cell like hers, but empty. The supply crate was
empty.
Whoever was in there had only dug a few feet into the wall. She heard the cell
door open.
A guard walked in.

.Get out of the tunnel now!. she ordered Adriana, who crawled out of the narrow
opening onto the ground. She stood up and dusted herself off. She pulled off
her mask.
The guard handed her a wet towel. She gratefully used it to wipe her face and
hands.



.So you.ve made it to the end I see,. the guard said. Adriana just smiled. She
forgot her
plight momentarily as she reveled in her sense of accomplishment. The guard
continued,
.too bad the warden isn.t here to see this. But I.m sure she.ll be pleased..

They heard noises through the tunnel. Someone was in Adriana.s cell. She could
hear
someone say, .we.re done here, transfer the supplies.. Adriana wondered if she
was
going to be moved to another work zone. The guard stepped closer and looked her
in the
eye. She grabbed Adriana.s face and stared right into her eyes and said,
.pretty girls like
you deserve far worse. You come to our country, break our laws, and end up
here. By the
time we.re done with you, you.ll have no memory of what life was like before
your
arrest. Right now you dream about clothes and parties, good food, boyfriends,
sex,
beaches and whatnot. You had it all, you threw it all away. Now you.ll forget
it all..

Adriana was shaking with fear. No guard had ever gotten in her face like this
without a
warden being present. The guard continued after relaxing her grip on Adriana,
.you
know, we have men working in our system as well. Nice muscular strong men who
haven.t seen a woman in years. They work hard for little reward. Nothing will
please
them more than a tight white chick like you, for whom sex was always
meaningless..

The guard pushes her back towards the wall. Adriana was truly scared now. She
began to
cry.

.Yes,. the guard said, .cry all you want. Even our men wouldn.t want anything
to do
with you. Look at you, covered with dirt, caked in mud and sweat. But when
natural
urges take over, the men will ignore all of that. Your friends have paid their
respects to
our hard-working men. You will do the same, soon..

Adriana slumped to the floor and buried her face in her hands. She sobbed
uncontrollably
as the guard left her alone in the empty cell, leaving a water bottle behind.
Her cell in the
meantime had been emptied and the end of the tunnel sealed. She wanted to crawl
back
inside and disappear. That.s how she felt. She thought about Kirra and Celeste,
what they
must.ve gone through. Was the guard telling the truth? Maybe not. Maybe she was
just
messing with her mind. What if she was telling the truth? Adrian wondered who
would
want to have sex with her in this condition? She hadn.t masturbated in ages and
hadn.t
had any sexual urges since the night with Kirra and Celeste in the overnight
cell. Even
then, they just kissed and fondled one another.

Her face streaked with tears, Adriana composed herself and drank some water.
She
quietly waited for whatever lay in store for her. She ran her fingers through
her hair,
which was tangled beyond repair and full of dirt. She shook off as much dirt as
she could.
In the dim light of the cell she looked down at her body. Her breasts were
holding up
well. She felt her nipples and with a bit of water, cleaned the dirt off them.
She leaned
back against the wall and stretched her legs out in front of her. Her hands
relatively clean,
she decided to feel her pussy for the first time in days. Working her fingers
through the
thick, tangled hair she found a wet spot. Was she really aroused, she wondered?
She did
have to pee so she slid to the corner of the cell and crouched. As she reached
the end of



the warm clear stream, she cupped her hand beneath her and felt her piss
collect in her
hand. As she finished she brought her hand closer and rubbed the warm liquid
over her
pussy lips, cleaning off a fair amount of dirt from the hair. She took some
water in her
hand and applied the finishing touches and then plunged two fingers inside
herself for the
first time in months. She lay on her back, her legs bent at the knees and feet
firmly
planted on the wall and began to furiously masturbate. It didn.t take long
before she had
an explosive, wet orgasm. She rubbed her cum over her pussy until her hands
tired. She
fell asleep.

She woke up when she felt the warden.s boot tapping her side. She rose to her
feet and
tried not to look her in the eye. .I see you.ve relaxed a bit since your
success at digging
the tunnel. Come, it.s time for a new project..

Adriana followed her out of the cell and down the maze-like corridor, turning
every few
feet until they came to an area where there was a wide crack in the ceiling
that allowed
the evening breeze in from outside. It felt nice. A guard walked in, holding a
hose.
Without warning, she turned the hose on Adriana. The cool water hit her dirt-
covered
body, almost pushing her back against a wall. The water resulted in the dirt
becoming
mud and slowly running all over her. With instructions like .turn around. and
.bend
over., Adriana was hosed from head to toe, without the chance to scrub herself
or soap
up. When the hose was turned off she managed to get some of the mud off her
body and
hair. It was still something. She was a lot cleaner than a few minutes ago.

Adriana crouched in the corner of the room, holding a bowl of pellets and bread
floating
in water. She slowly ate her meal. As she was finishing she saw Celeste and
Kirra being
brought in, caked in dirt from head to toe, virtually unrecognizable. They too
were hosed
down and returned to some semblance of cleanliness and handed food bowls and
the
three were together again.

Together again

The guard had lied about the men. Adriana made sure she confirmed that. Both
Kirra and
Celeste had their own digging jobs. Kirra had to dig an underground tank so she
most of
her time in a deep pit that she dug. It was too deep for her to rise to the top
and into her
cell so she just took her supplies down with her. Celeste also dug a pipe
tunnel like
Adriana. Now they were together in this empty room, washed, but with patches of
dried
mud on their bodies. They sat in the corner, close to each other and held hands
and
waited for whatever was in store for them. They fell asleep and woke up when
the
sunlight streamed into the space. It was very refreshing. They got up and tried
to look out
through the cracks in the ceiling. Their joy was short-lived when two guards
appeared
and ushered them back into the maze.

Their new task was to transport all the dirt that had collected from the
digging to a dump
site at the end of the maze. This meant loading the dirt by hand onto carts and
pushing the
cart through the passageway to a room that was being sealed off with the dirt.
They stood
in a large room where several vaults had been cut into the walls. Two carts
stood by the



door. They began working, cupping the earth with the hands and emptying their
hands
into the cart. It was boring and slow. It took hours to fill up one cart. It
took days to
empty the room of its contents.

Once the last delivery had been made, Kirra sat down, exhausted. She said the
guards
were on their way. The prisoners were covered in dirt as usual. They were tired
and
sweaty and finished what remained of their water.

Two guards arrived at the door and found the prisoners slumped to the floor,
leaning
against the wall in the empty room. One of them handed them their toothbrushes
and cups
of water. After they brushed they were given some food and water and left
alone. They
finished eating and fell asleep.

No one came to wake them up this time. When she finally got up, Adriana
finished the
rest of her water and went to the hole to pee. She looked over at Kirra and
Celeste fast
asleep, naked and dirty, still shackled like she was, as far away from
civilized living as
possible. Adriana walked over to the door and looked out of the barred opening.
There
was no one as far as she could see. The underground prison was silent.

Kirra and Celeste finally woke up and relieved themselves. The three were now
sitting
cross-legged on the floor of the cell, with empty water bottles lying by the
door. Adriana
put her hand on Celeste.s thigh and smiled. .I.m glad we.re together, the three
of us,. she
said.

Celeste fought back tears, her voice cracking, she said, .they better not
separate us any
more. I can.t bear to be alone..

Kirra put her hand on Celeste.s shoulder and moved closer. She kissed her on
her cheek,
the few parts of her body not caked with dirt. She twirled Celeste.s stringy,
matted hair in
her fingers. Celeste turned and kissed her on the lips, sliding her tongue into
Kirra.s
mouth in a passionate lip-lock.

Not wanting to be left out, Adriana moved closer and began kissing Celeste on
the neck,
running her hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples. Soon Kirra and Adriana
had
Celeste sandwiched between them on the floor, Adriana cupping Celeste.s breasts
from
behind while Kirra kept kissing her. Then Celeste turned and began to kiss
Adriana. The
pent up passion was giving way to some steamy lovemaking on the floor of their
underground cell. They were oblivious to the fact that one of the guards was
watching
them through the barred window in the door and had pressed her beeper to summon
the
warden.

Celeste now lay on her back while Adriana leaned over her to kiss Kirra. Then
the two of
them began to exchange kisses with Celeste and work their mouths down to her
breasts,
each sucking one nipple. Adriana.s hands were between Celeste.s legs,
navigating the
tangled mass of pubic hair and finding her way to her wet pussy lips. She began
rubbing
Celeste as the moans started to get louder. Kirra tried to keep her quiet by
kissing her.



Adriana slid her fingers inside Celeste and began moving them, then she kissed
her way
down to her pussy and with her tongue she began to lick away, oblivious to the
dirt,
sweat and piss that was tangled into her bush. Adriana was on her knees,
between
Celeste.s legs, her butt in the air. Kirra, in the meantime was squatting over
Celeste.s
face, her bush inches from her mouth, as Celeste reached for her with her
tongue.

The orgy continued, each taking turns at pleasuring each other. The close-
circuit camera
had been turned on so the warden was enjoying the show in her office, with some
of the
guards. She was taping it for the male prisoners who would get the treat after
completing
their tasks.

The guard at the door was deeply aroused and was eager to join the fun but it
was against
the rules. Her pager vibrated with the message, .stop them now.. It was the
warden. She
had had enough. The guard put the key into the lock and the sound of the key
turning
scattered the girls, but they had enjoyed every bit of their lovemaking. The
guard entered
with a cart of water bottles and food. She also left them a bucket of wash
water and some
soap. She locked the door and left.

Transfer

The guard came in when they were fast asleep. It seemed as though several days
had
passed since they had been locked in this cell. In that time they had become
consumed
with sex, making out at every opportunity, ignoring their pathetic existence
and focusing
on the simple pleasures of life.

Now the guard escorted them out of the cell and out of the underground bunker
and into
the open. The fresh air felt great. It was a full moon night and the mild
breeze felt great
against their skin. The girls were taken to a building about 200 feet away.
They entered a
large washroom. The guard pointed out a row of showers but before they could
make use
of this tremendous opportunity, they were forced to crouch and have their heads
shaved
once again.

The cool water felt great after all these months. The water easily slid off
their freshly-
shaved heads down their bodies. The soap shavings were an additional blessing.
Adriana,
Kirra and Celeste proceeded to clean up as beast as they could. They wondered
why they
were being treated well after all they had been forced to go through. After
nearly ten
minutes of scrubbing and washing, the guard gave them a warning to finish up,
before
shutting off the water. She handed them fresh towels to dry off.

Clean and dry, the girls sat down on a bench outside the washroom. Another
guard
appeared with some clothes slung over her arm. She handed each prisoner a
regulation
prison dress, the same brown baggy dress they wore when they first arrived. The
girls
were ecstatic. First a shower, now clothes, what next?

A transfer was what was next. They boarded a prison van, clutching water
bottles and
bread, and were driven to another prison complex. They arrived at the crack of
dawn,



after spending most of the time awake and enjoying the fresh air that came into
the van
thanks to the open windows.

A stern-looking guard greeted them and ordered a junior guard to escort the new
arrivals
to cell # 114, which was at the end of a long corridor on the main floor. They
passed
several steel doors in the dimly-lit corridor. The place was silent, except for
the noise
their shackles made as they walked to their cell. Their cell didn.t have a
solid door. It had
a barred door. They entered the cell, which didn.t have a lot to offer. It was
8x8 and
windowless. The ceiling was high and had two fluorescent domes that glowed
brightly. In
one corner was a tap and under the tap was a small plastic bucket. In the
opposite corner
was the toilet, the regulation hole. There was no cot, no mat, just an
unfinished dirt floor.
On a shelf that had been cut into the wall were three brown-paper packets. As
the cell
door closed the girls grabbed a packet each to inspect the contents. they
carefully
unwrapped the paper and saved it. The packet contained a toothbrush, a tube of
toothpaste, a sanitary belt, a small bar of soap and a six inch square
washcloth. These
were the most perks they had in their possession since their arrest. The girls
were ecstatic.
They couldn.t hold back tears. Little things meant so much these days.

New Order

There were no surprises in store for them for now. They had no contact with
other
prisoners and never left their cell. They heard the other prisoners being
escorted out of
their cells, possibly to work. They saw the same guard several times a day. She
brought
them their food and water. Even though they didn.t see the sun, they could keep
track of
the days thanks to the food and water deliveries. Breakfast was a bowl of
grits, lunch was
bread and a banana and dinner was rice and beans. Nutrient powder was sprinkled
on
their meals. Water was plentiful. Washing was still cumbersome as they had to
fill the
small plastic bucket and carry it to the other corner of the cell as the toilet
also served as a
drain. But they set up a relay system, whereby one would wash while the others
brought
her water. Usually they would all do a full wash on the same day and minimal
washes on
the remaining days. That way they were always equally clean, which made the
lovemaking equally pleasurable. Sex with each other was their only solace, and
even
though the lights were always on, they made out as often as they could,
stopping each
time they heard the guard approaching.

The cameras were hidden, and were always rolling.

The days became months, new supplies came every month, the uniform was never
replaced so they had to hand wash it in the cell and remain naked while it
dried. Having
spent so much time in isolation and working underground, they still didn.t know
how
many years had passed since their arrest. No one told them, they never asked.
Their
sentences had been extended to fifteen years. They would be 36 by the time they
would
be free again. Contact with the outside world was still forbidden. As the
months went by,
their hair grew back. They spent time braiding each other.s hair and putting
each other
through whatever pampering they could. Body hair continued to flourish and they
were



okay with that. It really made their lovemaking more pleasurable. The girls
felt relaxed in
spite of the fairly primitive conditions they were being housed in.

Meanwhile, the warden was entertaining a visitor in her office. It was the new
head of the
prison labor system. The irrigation project had been expanded and he was
looking for
fresh legs. He handed her a map of the new worksite. She studied it carefully.

Several new canals were going to be dug. Each canal would be six feet wide and
six feet
deep, but anywhere from one to ten miles long. The manager of the worksite
wanted to
position prisoners 24 feet apart. Their positions would be permanent, that is
they would
be tethered by the ankle to short, deep steel posts, by a chain 12 feet long.
They would
start digging six feet from their posts and be responsible for a part of the
canal, 24 feet
long and 6 feet wide.

In the other direction, four feet away from the position posts would lie a
sprinkler-pipe
that would spray the prisoners with water at the end of each shift. The entire
site was in
the shadow of the mountains with trees providing shade all around. And six feet
further
away there would be a deep trench that had dug to serve as their toilet.

Prisoners would be naked. At the start of each shift they would be misted with
a
sunblock/nutrient solution from head to toe. Shifts would begin at 5 am and
continue
until 7 pm each day, with hourly water breaks and meal breaks at 8 and 1, with
dinner
served after the end-of-day sprinkler-rinse at 7 pm. Each position would have a
large
barrel of drinking water, each prisoner would also receive a toothbrush,
toothpaste and
some soap granules. Meals would be standard fare. grits, bread, pellets, powder
and the
occasional banana.

.So, do you have a couple of foreigners I could use?. the man asked.

.I have three old hands, they.ve been in the system five years now. Even
escaped for a
while,. the warden responded.

.I need only two. The foreigners we recently arrested have all been recruited,.
the man
said, .I.ll send the doctor over to check all three out and recommend the two
healthiest..

.They.re in fine health,. the warden replied, .do you wish to see them?.

.No, that won.t be necessary. I tell you what, let.s allow the doctor some time
with them.
He.ll do a thorough exam and I.ll come back after he.s sent me his findings,.
the man got
up and shook the warden.s hand.

.Fair enough, see you soon,. she said.



More change

The girls were surprised when they were taken from their cells to a room that
looked like
a doctor.s office. A nurse ordered them to strip. She weighed them, drew blood,
took
urine samples and checked their vitals. Still naked, they were brought before
the doctor, a
much older man who thoroughly examined them. While Kirra was on the table,
Adriana
leaned over and whispered to Celeste, .why are they checking us out? I bet they
have
something in store for us..

.I can.t put anything past them anymore,. Celeste responded and shrugged her
shoulders.

Nearly three hours later, they were back in their cell.

It didn.t take long for the transport van to arrive to pick up Adriana and
Celeste. Kirra
was thought to be a little underweight so they decided to leave her behind. The
warden
brought the head of the PL system to their cell. He looked at the girls and
smiled. Then he
spoke.

.Two of you are being relocated to a work camp. We cannot provide you a free
ride any
longer. One of you will stay back for the time being until we find something
appropriate
for you to do. You have a good track record of hard work and good output so we
will
make good use of you at this new site. I don.t want any trouble from you, now
or ever..

He pointed to Adriana and Celeste and motioned to the guard to take them away.
Kirra
protested loudly, .no you can.t leave me here, please, no,.

.Shut up!. the man screamed, .don.t make me enter this cell..

Adriana, who was being dragged out by her arm yelled back, .you can.t leave her
here..
Before she could say more, the warden had slapped her.

Kirra sobbed uncontrollably as they took her friends away. She remained behind
in the
cell while Adriana and Celeste, both in tears, were placed in the back of a van
and driven
away.

Kirra crouched on the floor of her cell, her face buried in her hands and
sobbed for a long
time. When she finally composed herself, she began ripping at her dress. By the
end of
the day, a pile of string and shredded cloth was what remained, scattered all
over the floor
of her cell, while Kirra lay there naked.

Brutal

Adriana leaned on her shovel to catch her breath. It was another hot and humid
day,
though the sun was partly obscured by the hills and trees and she was thankful
for that.
Still she felt awful. The ground was just too hard and two girls had managed to
break



their shovels and had been hauled off to be punished. Adriana feared that she
would meet
with the same fate if she wasn.t careful.

She hadn.t seen Celeste since they had been transported. She was probably
hundreds of
feet away along the same work line. Adriana wiped the sweat off her brow with
her arm.
She was sticky all over, the sunblock mist mixed in with her sweat and covered
with dirt.
She was caked from head to toe, the evening sprinkler never strong enough to
wash
everything off her naked body. She resumed her work, gently chipping away at
the hard
ground. She had a long way to go before she would fulfill her quota. But they
weren.t
rushing her it seemed.

She had stopped counting after a month. It just wasn.t worth it anymore. Every
day was
the same. The loud siren waking them up at 5. The two prisoners on either side
of her
never said a word. One was Russian, the other Czech. This was their first
assignment.
They had no idea what Adriana had endured so far in this prison system. 14
hours a day,
every day, is what they were putting in now, stopping for drinks of water and
meals. The
prisoners had realized that one of the ways to make digging easier would be to
just pee on
the ground, but once a day Adriana hauled herself, still tethered to the steel
post, to the
latrine, with some old newspaper in her hand. She had forgotten what it was
like to use a
real toilet, to use toilet paper, to use a sink, a shower, a bath tub.
everything seemed so
foreign to her. Her past was slowly leaving her. She had no idea how many more
years of
torment lay ahead of her.

She felt the blade of her shovel come loose. She was terrified. She gingerly
dug with it.
Then it gave way and broke off. She dropped the handle and tried to dig with
the blade.
She felt a figure walk up behind her. She dared not look. Crouching on the
ground she
continued to dig. Then she felt it.

The leather belt came down across her back. She leaned forward and bit her lip
to avoid
screaming. It came down again, and again. She could feel the welts form on her
back.
Then she was pulled up by her arm and turned around. The guard looked her in
the eye.
Adriana was fighting back tears. .I.m so sorry,. she muttered, .please don.t
take me
away..

The guard slapped her across the face and lifted her strap. Adriana took
evasive action
but the strap never fell on her this time. The guard bent over and picked up
the broken
shovel. .You dig with your hands,. she said and walked away. Adriana slumped to
the
ground, partly relieved and partly angry, first at herself for breaking the
shovel and
second, at the treatment the guard just dished out to her.

The sprinkler didn.t come on that evening. That was collective punishment for
Adriana.s
broken shovel. Each prisoner accepted their bowl of pellets for dinner, ate and
lay out on
the ground for the night.

Adriana ate her dinner slowly, chewing each pellet one by one and washing the
dry food
down with plenty of water. She rinsed her fingers with some of her drinking
water and



splashed some water on her face. Then she stretched her sticky, dusty body out
on the
hard ground and stared blankly at the clear night sky and studied the patterns
of the stars.
She was soon fast asleep.

Digging with her hands was not easy. She found some rocks to help her out. She
increased her water intake so she could pee more and soak the ground, but at
this rate it
would take her years to dig the 24x6x6 trench and make it smooth enough. She
longed
for the end of the day. She soldiered on, digging slowly, stopping to drink
water and
stretch her legs for she was mostly crouching as she was digging. Or she was on
all fours.

Heads were shaved that evening and wet cloths were handed out to the prisoners.
That
certainly helped. Adriana was glad to be rid of her tangled hair. She wiped her
face and
hands with the cloth. It was soon dry and dirty. The sprinkler allowed her to
wash a little
bit but as always, it was never enough.

Celeste

Celeste picked the last pellet with the tip of her fingers and put it in her
mouth. She
chewed the somewhat sweet, fibrous pellet and washed it down with two cups of
water.
As she put her cup down on top of her water barrel the siren went off,
signaling that they
return to work. She got up and strolled to her spot, dragging the heavy chain
behind her.
She was one of the lucky few who hadn.t yet broken her shovel. The prisoners
next to her
had been digging with their hands for days now.

Celeste stepped into the trench she had dug so far. It was about two feet deep
but only
two feet long and about four feet wide. She had a long way to go. She continued
to chip
away at the walls, trying to break the hard ground, kicking up clouds of dust
that just
stuck to her body and mixed with the sunblock mist and her sweat. She wiped the
sweat
off her brow repeatedly so that it wouldn.t get into her eyes. Her hair was
very short as
her head had been shaved only recently. She continued to suffer in silence,
paying for her
mistakes, which combined with a harsh legal system, had resulted in her exit
from
civilized society.

She wondered what she would tell people when she eventually got out. She
wondered
how she would assimilate into the real world. She compared her plight to those
of the
black slaves. At least they had clothes and shelters, she said to herself. Yes,
they were
mistreated but did anybody suffer like she was suffering? She thought about
Adriana and
Kirra, how they were doing. How they were holding up.

She kept digging, keeping in mind that her shovel could break any time. She
tried to
make it easy for herself. She sat on the edge of her trench and peed down the
side. This
reminded her of sitting on a real toilet, her shorts and panties pulled down to
her mid-
thigh. She imagined her clear warm stream emerging from her neatly groomed
pussy and
hitting the water below her. She imagined the wad of toilet paper in her hand,
ready to
wipe herself dry before she got up and pulled her shorts and panties up and
flushed.



There was none of that. Now the clear warm stream soaked the side of the trench
and
pooled at the bottom between her feet, soaking the ground. There was no wiping
herself
dry, the last drops clung to her very hairy pussy that would get a rinsing at
the end of the
day when the sprinkler would come on.

Celeste got up and chipped away at the wet ground, breaking damp clumps off and
tossing them out of the trench into the pile. Her breasts dangled below her as
she dug.
The absence of support was taking its toll on her breasts, which were once nice
and firm.
She kept her arms close to her body as she dug so that she could support her
breasts a bit.

She made the usual amount of progress with her digging. She drank plenty of
water to
keep herself going. The sun began to set and the floodlights came on. Then the
siren went
off, signaling the end of the shift. It was 7 pm. Celeste stepped out of her
trench and
walked back to her post. She put her shovel down and drank some more water.
Then she
walked over to the sprinkler and waited. The sprinkler came on, she squatted in
front of
it and put her hands in the stream, clutching a some soap granules. She washed
the dirt
off her hands and splashed some water onto her face, clearing the sweat and
mist off.
Then she placed her feet on either side of the sprinkler and rubbed her pussy
clean. As the
water was beginning to die off she managed to rinse her ass before getting up
and
walking back to her post, somewhat refreshed. She ran wet hands over her
breasts and
arms and used a bit of her drinking water to clean her hands. She picked up her
toothbrush and brushed her teeth before sitting down with her dinner bowl.

She slowly ate the baby carrots and bread and washed it all down with plenty of
water.
She put her empty bowl down and stretched out on the hard ground as the
floodlights
dimmed for the night. Before long she was fast asleep under the stars, as was
everyone
else. A row of naked, dusty bodies lay out on the ground, all tethered to steel
posts, shorthaired, hairy bodies, sleeping after a hard day.s work, to be soon
awoken for more of the
same, day after day, month after month.

Kirra

Kirra returned to her cell holding a paper bag of food and a jug of water. She
placed them
on the floor and walked over to the tap and filled the plastic bucket. Scooping
water with
her hands she splashed the water on her face. She washed her hands with soap
and
washed her pussy and ass at the tap.

She walked over to another corner of the cell and sat down, stretching her legs
out
diagonally across the cell. She opened the paper bag and took out the apple and
banana
and ate them, saving the banana peel and tossing the apple core into the
toilet. She ate the
two slices of bread and drank half a jug of water to finish her meal. She
stared at her dirt-
covered feet and the shackles that kept her ankles no more than two feet apart.
The
shackles had long-scarred her ankles. She looked at her legs, covered with dark
brown
hair, all the way up her thighs. The hair began to thicken inside her thighs
and culminated
in a dense growth between her legs before tapering off in a trail towards her
belly-button,
which was once pierced.



Her arms had a similar growth of hair. Her underarms were full, the hair
tangled and
sweaty. Her head was once covered with long luxurious brown hair but the hair
was
cropped short, well above her shoulders. She had no idea what her face looked
like for
she hadn.t seen herself in a mirror since her imprisonment. Her breasts were
still
reasonably firm. They were small and her nipples were dark brown and erect all
the time.

She left her cell every day, shortly after breakfast. She was resigned to her
latest fate. She
would spend her days in a smaller room, still windowless. There was a thin mat
on the
floor as well as a hole and a tap. She was visited each day by the many
powerful men in
the system. Her job was to service them. They were always gentle with her but
always
got their way. She barely remembered the first few days she spent there. She
never
resisted. She believed that if she gave in she would be quickly reunited with
her friends.
Plus, she could never say no to sex. Before her arrest she was a sexaholic for
sure.
Nothing was off-limits to her.

On some days she had two visitors at once. They always wore condoms. She was
thankful for that. She usually lay on the mat, her legs folded at the knees and
let them do
the work. But sometimes they wanted her on top, squatting over them. Or she
would have
to be on all fours, at which point they could decide which way to go. One
officer
preferred anal.

She pretended not to enjoy the process but the fact that she got wet as soon as
she entered
the room and had no difficulty accommodating her visitors, was a clear
giveaway. As
expected, she got a few days off each month. Apart from that, rewards were few.
The
food certainly improved. She also began to wash more carefully once she
returned to her
cell, or even in between visits in her .day cell..

Still, she was naked, shackled and in prison.

Longer Shifts

The administration was unhappy with the progress at the work site. New orders
were
handed down. Shifts were to run from 5-11 am, 12-5 pm and 6-11 pm. 16 hours a
day,
instead of 14 hours a day.

Adriana was deep inside her trench. She had made progress with the depth and
width but
not the length. Her hands were caked with dirt since she had long broken her
shovel. She
was covered in mud, virtually unrecognizable. At the end of a shift she
sometimes
remained in her trench, too tired to climb out. She had placed her water barrel
closer to
her trench. She had to emerge at night for the sprinkler as well as the misting
that began
everyone.s day. The recent rains had washed some of the dirt off her and
softened the
ground, leaving it rather muddy. It made digging a lot easier. She kept at it,
and so did
everyone else. There was virtually no trouble at the work site.

The siren went off signaling the end of the morning shift. Adriana leaned over
the edge of
her trench, her shoulders in line with the ground. She poured some water into
her cup and



drank it. A guard walked by and poured some pellets into her bowl. She poured
them, a
few at a time, into her mouth, chewy slowly and washing every bite down with
water.
After she finished eating she slumped to the damp ground. She closed her eyes
and began
to dream.

But the dream was short-lived for the siren went off again. It was time to get
back to
work. Adriana peed onto the ground and got up. She proceeded to work towards
making
her trench longer. She had a long way to go.

The sprinkler gave her enough water to clean her hands and face and get some
water to
her pussy and ass. It was never enough. Eight years had passed since she had
been
arrested and incarcerated. But she wasn.t counting. She wondered how her body
had
held up so well all these years. She was lucky. Maybe it was those pellets and
the nutrient
powder they sprinkled on her grits. Or those shots the doctor gave her every
now and
then. Either way, she was just tired and dirty. Her hair was always cut short.

She was no longer embarrassed by her appearance. She stopped feeling any shame
years
ago. She was being rightly punished for breaking the law on her vacation. These
spring
breakers would never learn. Each year someone or the other got arrested and
ended up
providing free labor to the system. Everyone is tanned, toned and groomed at
the time of
the arrest. By the time they are released they no longer remember what it.s
like to wear
clothes, to wear makeup, to take long showers, to see themselves in the mirror,
to shave,
to make their own decisions, to use a real toilet.

These girls got what they deserved. Plucked from their cushy existence thanks
to their
own mistakes and placed in the harshest system of white slavery, where there
were no
rewards or right, just privileges. Where they were surprisingly well-fed,
albeit tasteless
but nutrient-rich food. Where they drank large quantities of water to stay
hydrated and
healthy. Where the lucky ones wore uniforms but almost all toilet naked at some
point.
Where the lucky ones got five minute showers at the end of their shift, while
the rest had
to make do with a floor tap or a sprinkler. Where the lucky ones slept in cells
with hole
toilets, while the rest slept outside and used pits. But no one had any contact
with the
outside world. No one received any mail or packages. Everyone disappeared into
the
system for anywhere from five years to twenty years. Adriana, Kirra and Celeste
would
be here for ten years, if it weren.t for their ill-conceived escape attempt.
They had
enjoyed six weeks of relative freedom, at the cost of an additional ten years
in prison.
Would they make it that long? Both Adriana and Celeste were toiling away,
digging the
long canal. Kirra was relatively lucky. She was housed in a cell, but used as a
pleasure
post for the powerful ones. They would let her go after ten years and not tell
her two
friends who dirt-covered bodies, knee-deep in mud, continued to dig away. After
the
canal was complete, they had to dig another one. The reward for finishing the
first canal
was a full body wash, a scrubbing like never before, to remove years of dirt,
sweat and
tears. A medical exam and a head-shaving would follow and then it was back to
work.



Job well done

Adriana lay on the mat and stared at the light on the ceiling. It was nice to
be indoors, she
thought to herself. She thought back to the day the job was considered complete
and how
she looked and felt. She relished taking that shower, though getting all that
dirt and mud
off her body took a major effort. She had no idea what had happened to Kirra.
They
weren.t telling her anything. Maybe she was still alone in that cell, she
thought. At least
she knew where Celeste was. Celeste was lying next to her, snuggled up against
her old
friend.

They were both wearing the new uniform. thin, cotton pants and a long-sleeve
shirt.
Going from years in the nude to covered from neck to ankle felt weird. Their
ankles were
no longer shackled, but the scar from years of being shackled remained, an
eerie and
somewhat painful reminder of the bondage they had been in.

The cell was not very different from the one they were in before the outdoor
assignment.
This time they had mats to lie on. They had each other for company, to
alleviate the
inevitable boredom that prison life brought to them. Their hair was growing
back. Both of
them sported short hair at this point. Adriana thought that it made Celeste
look cute and
young. Both were into their 30s now. Years of bondage and labor had taken their
toll on
their bodies. Their breasts were no longer firm, their eyes were somewhat
sunken, their
skin tanned. The sexual urges had resurfaced ever since Adriana embraced
Celeste when
they were reunited at the work site on the day they canal was declared .fully
dug.. It
didn.t matter to them that they were filthy and covered in mud for the last few
weeks on
the job were brutal with longer shifts and fewer breaks. In order to push them
to finish
before the deadline, orders were given to operate the sprinklers once a week at
first, and
then stop them altogether for the last two weeks that they were digging.

Their cell had a solid steel door with two slots, one for meals and the other
to fill their
drinking water barrel. It wasn.t until they were washed, clothed and in their
cell that
Adriana could kiss Celeste full on the lips. They lay on their mats and
embraced and
kissed for hours, before falling asleep in each other.s arms.

Later that day, after dinner, Adriana slowly slipped her hand inside Celeste.s
shirt and
felt her breasts. Celeste put her hand inside Adriana.s pants and felt her
pussy and
yearned to taste it again. Their clothes came off in a hurry and they were in a
69,
devouring each other, moving their tongues through the hairy maze until they
found each
others clits and began to suck passionately.

The cameras were always rolling. The videos were a hit everywhere. Videos of
Adriana
at her work site were especially popular and were even used to initiate new
prisoners and
remind them that they would meet the same fate if they misbehaved at the more
humane
labor camp.

After all the love-making, Adriana leaned against the wall, smiling. Her
uniform was
crumpled on the floor. Celeste got up and walked across the cell and poured
some water



and handed Adriana the cup. Celeste drank from hers and took the cups and put
them on
top of the barrel. Then she walked over to the toilet, placed her feet on the
rests and
squatted. She smiled at Adriana, who was watching her intently, while stroking
herself
once again. She looked at the hair on Celeste.s legs, a nice dark brown
coating. She
focused on what was between the legs, both hers and Celeste.s. She watched as
the clear
stream emerged from Celeste and hit the steel pan below her. Celeste was
holding her
knees and leaning forward as she peed. She finished and got up and poured some
water
down the pan. Adriana was masturbating passionately and she slid down onto her
mat.
She asked Celeste to come and squat over her face. Celeste did just that,
bringing her wet
pussy close to Adriana.s mouth. Adriana wanted the taste of fresh piss right
off Celeste.s
pussy. She got just that and began to probe her further with her tongue, all
the while
pushing her fingers inside herself. Before long they were resting in a sweaty
heap on the
floor, ecstatic with pleasure once again.

So the days went by with nothing to do but eat, sleep and make love. They took
turns
bathing one another by filling the small bucket with water and carefully
soaping each
other. A full bath would take an hour as they would have to drag the bucket
across the
cell to the toilet. But they made it as sensual as they possibly could. It was
usually a
weekly undertaking, the same day they would wash half of their uniform. But the
uniform
was falling apart readily. Holes and tears were everywhere, so they decided to
rip the
pants and make shorts out of them, and use the legs as short wrap-around
skirts. They
tore the sleeves off the shirt and fashioned tube tops to give their breasts
some support.
They braided each other.s long hair. These little pleasures gave them a lot to
smile about.




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