Another soul crushing day in the long and depraved life of a prisoner named Monica…
The sun beat down harshly on Monica’s bare back and ass as she struggled to crawl her way across the massive compound. Her middle-aged naked body ached in many places, but the alternative could be much worse… and sometimes was…But she did her best to avoid that.
The sun glinted off a couple of the guard towers that jutted up out of the razor wire topped concrete walls. Walls she had no hope of ever seeing over or ever again enjoying the freedom that might be found on the other side of them.
She winced as she forced her knees forward and the huge lead balls lying in the dirt by her knees dragged through the dirt with her.
One hand at a time she moved forward on the ground, the steel cuffs bolted around them slipping around her wrists. Her upper torso moved forward slowly and the never-ending ache in her chest ignited.
She bit her bottom lip and winced again as she shifted her left knee forward. The lead balls tugged on the chains attached to them. Short lengths of chain that ran up to her chest.
All the wincing came from the sharp bits of discomfort that racked her chest, all because the extremely heavy lead balls were attached to one of the most sensitive parts of her body… her nipples.
She was alone now, out in the huge desolate compound. And she would remain alone for hours, or until the next chain gang of barely dressed female prisoners were marched out from their dreary cramped cells ‘to enjoy’ their mandated one hour of daily exercise.
The last group of three dozen whimpering and cowering women had just been assembled and marched back into their sunless concrete cells after their enforced 60 minute walking of huge circles around the prison yard.
Monica had crawled along beside them, she had too. It’s what the ruthless and sadistic guards demanded of her since Monica essentially ‘lived’ 24-7 out in the prison compound.
She had no cell assigned to her, no simple patch of concrete floor space to lay on beside other chained up women. No space in a sunless dank cell to lay there and sob away her mind-numbing imprisonment like the other degraded inmates.
Monica’s world was out here in the dirt, dirt that sometimes was cold mud as the seasons changed and rain pelted down on her.
And yes, the guards long ago did give poor Monica the option of walking around the compound like the other heavily shackled and suffering women.
But then she would have to have her permanent wrist rings locked behind her back like all the other whimpering women as they trudged around the compound. And that would mean her swaying steel ring choked tits would be at the mercy of gravity and the unbelievably heavy lead balls that were permanently and punishingly attached to them.
In her many years ‘living’ in this prison she had already spent too many days and in some cases weeks with those terribly cruel things painfully pulling down on her nipples. To the point that the holes in her delicate nipples were now elongated and horribly distended.
So, to be offered the choice of being kept naked and crawling around the compound on all fours for 18 hours of the day, the hefty tit weights dragged along on the ground beside her knees, that to her was the only offer to accept.
But it wasn’t always that way. There were still times when the lecherous and sadistic guards decided she wasn’t suffering enough in her lifelong sentence. So her punishment would be amped up for a few sick hours, or even an entire night, like last night.
Right now, as she crawled slowly along in the dirt, her naked ass shifting about in full view of the south guard tower number 3, she reached up and touched the flesh of her dangling left tit.
It burned and was still heated from what they had done to her for the entire previous evening. The deep red whip and cane marks, mostly on the underside of the flesh of her steel choked breast, stung as she touched herself.
Then she froze. The terrifying sound of a faceless guard’s deep voice echoed around the prison walls. The threatening male voice projected out of every loudspeaker facing the prison compound.
“Inmate! Move your fucking ugly lazy ass down there…No lounging about…You pathetic old whore!...Or do you want to go back on the wall?”
Monica made the slightest shake of her head and then put hand in front of hand, knee after knee, as she went back to crawling around the huge grassless expanse. What else could she do?
Monica had to turn a corner since she came face to face with a towering grey concrete expanse that was the north wall. As she turned her body to crawl in a new direction she could turn her head and stare back over at the wall the guard was talking about. The wall where she had spent all last night…suffering in unending agony.
The hideous and painful tools they had used on her still littered the piss soaked dirt where she had endured having her wrists locked high above her head and her feet forced wide apart and tied off.
Her most delicate interior thigh flesh fully exposed for the sadistic night shift of horny guards hard groping, deep almost painful fingering, and then just general unwanted violations of every orifice in her imprisoned body by their fingers and their nasty tools.
But even then… that had not been the worst of it.
No, the worst came after hours of suffering there on the wall with her tits grotesquely distended by those incredibly heavy lead weights. Her abused sex impaled for a time with some rudimentary created dildos mounted on old wooden broom poles.
Dildos removed and real cocks than plunged into her, Monica’s perpetually mistreated tits still felt the pull of the weights. Ten pound each, lead balls that agonizingly dragged down her chained and stretched out nipples, a most cruel and never-ending punishment that made her chest throb in agony.
One guard, who after years of his sick attentions, she knew to be the most sadistic of all of them, came up to stand so close that the crotch bulge in his guard uniform pushed uncomfortably into her stomach and his smoke and beer breath swamped her nostrils.
“Bet your ugly saggy titties are hurtin good, aren’t they inmate?” he growled into Monica’s distraught face.
She answered with a whimper and an even more pronounced grimace as one of his large hands cupped her bushy brown-haired mound. His fingers probing into her folds as his other hand then rested on one of the lead balls.
And with the just tiniest bit of downward pressure, he made Monica wail. His wicked little hand pressure making her chained nipple grossly distend and the pain in her chest spread into all her body.
“YES…YES…GAWD YES…THEY HURT! She screamed out in reply to his question as overhead her locked shackled hands yanked at the steel mount protruding from the prison wall.
His smirking face bent lower to look into hers. Her face weas covered in fresh tears as he offered, “Well then, you want me to take the pressure off them saggy, ugly, tit bits?”
Monica panted and nodded her head. Her water filled eyes pleading with him to stop torturing her chest. The lead weight he had a hold of, he then lifted up and over her trembling shoulder, between her forcibly held up arms.
He then let it drop and for a second it balanced in the snug space between her arm and the side of her head…but then it disappeared behind her back…yanking her tit upward with it.
This was a new sensation of agony she hadn’t felt before as the chain slid over her shoulder and the cruel tit weight travelled down her back. She was screaming as he did the same to her other breast.
When he stood back to bend over in laughter, both her chained and brutalized nipples were basically up under her ears. Ears that were being blasted by her own wails as her tits stretched upward in a shape that wasn’t normal or humane in any way.
And those wails of agony and shock then turned into the most intense and ear drum splitting screams as he picked up a whip and he took delight in practicing his aim on the freshly exposed underside of her left tit.
That horrific bout of degradation and unfounded punishment had probably been 10 or 12 hours ago, Monica figured, based on the position of the hot sun in the sky and the cell door that the latest group of chained up and cowering prisoners had just been marched out of.
After years of living out in this compound she knew the schedule of the forced exercise times like no other inmate did in this prison. And as a group of 30 plus, almost naked women, were shoved and cattle prodded out of the door for cell block B, Monica knew it was late morning, 11 am to be precise.
Her hands felt more beaten up and dirty than usual, her knees were also hurting more than normal. Monica had just finished pacing herself around and around the compound with this latest group of trembling, crying and whimpering women. Women who were now all being herded together for their journey back into the dark confines of cell block B.
Some of them were eyeing her with an almost sort of longing or in some cases jealousy, since they soon would be back inside their cramped cells, chained to walls to wait for another 23 hours before they would see the sky or stretch their soon to be heavily shackled limbs.
But from Monica’s point of view being forced to live outside, on all fours like an animal, might not be any better than the hell that waited back inside the cells for these chained up women.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as they lined the women up and then ran short lengths of chain from each shivering woman’s shackled hands backwards to the front steel hoop of the collar of the woman behind.
It created a chain gang that meant not keeping pace could possibly choke a woman. And it also made a loud racket of jangling metal as the long line of women of every shape and size tried to move forward.
And as they sometimes did, the guards did not lock up the last two. These two were young looking, barely out of their teens if that. They had on very short and ugly brown colored prison issued tunics that did not cover more than the upper half of their well-toned asses.
They stood there utterly confused, looks of humiliation on their young faces as the guards leering eyes looked down under their short sex exposing tunics.
As Monica correctly guessed, they were new to this prison. Utterly innocent of anything expect getting caught saying something disparaging about the President…and they had no idea what was about to happen to them.
They both looked even more confused and then utterly scared as a couple of guards stuck their electric cattle prods into the herd of women, making that chain gang of women, shrieking and wailing, march off through the cell block B door to their overcrowded cells.
But of course, a half dozen guards hung back.
Monica kept slowly crawling away from the scene that she knew was coming next. Her many, many, mind numbing years of crawling around the compound like an animal, meant she had witnessed all the debauchery one could imagine, and then some.
She had hoped to crawl far away from the coming mayhem of loud begging and then brutality caused screaming that would soon follow as the guards took their turns.
Turns bending over these two girls with pairs of guards holding each one in place as guard after guard unzipped his trousers, exposed his erect dick and then plunged it into each of the unwilling girl’s snug cunts…or worse, their very tight and virgin assholes…Monica had seen and heard it all.
“Get the fuck over here!” shouted a guard over Monica’s screeching.
Monica was shrieking because a fist had a firm grip on her hair and was pulling her rapidly back over to the pair of bent over and wailing young women. The lead weights attached to Monica’s nipples pulled excruciatingly on her tormented flesh as the guard kept dragging her along the dirt, her hands and knees unable to keep up with his pace.
Mercifully, Monica’s hair pulling was quickly over. Though the savage rape of the two girls was already underway as a pair of guards, for each girl held on to the girls cuffed hands and kept them bent over, tunics pulled up and bare asses and pussies exposed for use.
And all the while each bent over girl had another guard stuck behind her. His hands digging into their slender waists for grip and leverage and each guard loudly hammering their hips into the exposed bums of each loudly screaming girl.
More guards appeared and soon a line formed behind each of the shrieking and screaming young new inmates. It was then that Monica learned the sordid reason that she had been dragged back into this sick and twisted scene.
The prison Warden himself towered over her as she trembled there on her hands and knees. He slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi erect cock. He grinned down at her, a grin she could fully see as she chanced a glance upward.
“That’s right inmate, you’ve been out here crawling around like a pig for over a decade, so you know the drill. We got a big line up of hardworking horny guards who need some well-earned on the job R and R!”
His cock slid over the top of Monica’s head, his extra hairy balls tickled her forehead and then nose. He began to haphazardly slap at the side of her face as he added with a lust filled growl,
“Men who need some priming before they let them sexy young newbies know what the fuck they are about to enjoy for the rest of their miserable lives…So get up on your knees and start sucking…I know your poor titties will hurt, but I don't give a shit...And ya, my big sweaty balls go in your mouth first, bitch…they need a good cleaning…and then you can suck my cock…And if I cum in your mouth first…don’t worry… I will still have lots left in my well cleaned balls for those two screaming sluts over there.”
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