This is the first chapter of a very long story, with connection to a North
African prison camp. In this first chapter we follow half a day in an
inmates life. She has been there for a long time, and through her we get a
impression of a modern prison system for foreigners in this region.
 
 

The story of Linda and Lajla

Hard labour

The whistle sounds and 311991 lets herself drop hard down on her knees,
putting down  the heavy sledgehammer carefully at her side. She knows that tools are much more expensive than women in this part of the world. It is noon
and the burning sun blazes right down on her. It is lunch time - for the
matrons and guards - there will be nothing for her, not before evening. And
no water to drink. Half crazy  of thirst she straddles over her tin can
trying to pee. She imagines waterfalls and rain for herself, and after a
short while a faint splashing sound are heard.  She lifts the can and looks
into it. Because of her permanently state of dehydration, it's only half
full and the urine is dark yellow with a thick layer of foam on the
surface. 311991 drinks it slowly, letting each mouthful go around in the
mouth three times before swallowing. She dries her face and her sweaty
scalp with the sleeve of her uniform, and lies back to rest on the burning
hot rock still mad of thirst, and the heat that usually goes op to 40 - 50
C at the beginning of the afternoon. That was the reason for the one hour
break between noon and 1 o'clock. Not of concern to the women on the
chaingangs, but because the matrons finds it to hot to eat lunch in the
open. So they spend their break for lunch in the airconditioned cafeteria near the gatehouses. All the fluid the prisoners receive is mixed in the
porridge given each evening, never in a cup or can to drink. Just the right
amount to keep them alive, so they can work. Water is too expensive to
waste on infidel whores, a matron had told her laughing. There is no danger
for  the slaves trying to escape at that time of the day. Even if a girl
should manage to get her leg irons off, she would be to weak to go very far in
that heat, and there are still the closely guarded double barbed wire
fences, and the watchtowers, and the desert surrounding the stone quarry
for over a hundred kilometers to the nearest town. 311991 laughs at
herself, dizzy in the choking heat, its to hot to sleep. Then , once
again, she goes over the events that brought her to this place.
 
She had been a beautiful young woman named Miss Linda Lea White. Even though she was only 19 , she already had her own apartment, and was a
very independent young woman, always seeking adventures. She had been tall
and slim with curly reddish hair to complement with her milk white skin,
slightly freckled across her face, and sparkling green eyes. Used to that
all men and even some women turned their heads after her in the street, or
began flirting with her when she was sitting alone in restaurants and bars.
Then to fill up time and earn a little money, before beginning her
design and financial studies  at the university, she took a job as a
tourist guide at a vacation centre  in   ....... . After only 2 weeks her
employer went bankrupt, and could not pay the hotel. As the only
representants of the firm available, Linda and her slightly older colleague
Amy Martinez were arrested and imprisoned. £2.000 was fare over what they
could get hold on with such a short notice, and they were not allowed to
contact anybody. After a very brief trial the same day, they were both
sentenced to work off their debts doing hard labour, and sent to this hot
and isolated place. Nothing was said to their relatives or friends. They
had just disappeared without a trace.

Here she is now. 30 years old, lying on the dusty gravel in the burning
sun, dressed in a unsexy striped uniform drinking her own piss, with a
shaved head like all the other forced labours in the quarry, and so heavily
tanned and freckled as a genuine redhead could get, after working
unprotected under the burning sun for years. Since long she had  realized that  she had become a quarry slave for life, with no hope of ever getting free again.
Amy had been put in another chaingang and she never saw her again.  She
looks down over the sweat-soaked frock that clings to her skinny starved body.
As someone once used to wear tight lightblue jeans and smart dresses, the
frock just hangs over her, erasing any remaining traces of her feminine
beauty. The frock hangs over her thin shoulders, and reaches to the middle of
her thighs. The sleeves hang down over her hands. The cotton material is
hot, and the uniform stiff of salt from her sweat,  that  makes it cling to
her large saggy breasts. The last time she was wearing a bra, was the day
she arrived to this awful prison camp. Her nipples had grown huge and long,
and were red and swollen from the constant rubbing of the dirty sweat-soaked
frock. Together with the itching caused bye the crab louse and stubble's
growing in the crotch between the monthly shavings, it had been strangely
pleasurable, but had also been, until for a year ago, annoying to have the
constant feeling of stimulation, specially knowing that no man would ever
want to touch her again, a shorn smelly slave, except when kicking her ass,
if he found she moved to slow. The frock is buttoned up in the front to
the collar, and because of morality the prisoners are not  allowed to unbutton
the top buttons. But kidnapping and keeping young women imprisoned under
such degrading circumstances, are apparently not immoral.

 Working at hard labour in the stone quarry, is a hot and tiring proposition.
The blue vertical stripes on the worn and dirty uniforms are hypnotic, especially when over eight thousand stubble headed women and
girls all dressed in the same stripes work chained closely together in long
rows. Linda often thought about the way her dirty striped uniform, moved
over her body, as she swung the sledgehammer over her head. She straightens
her long legs out in front of her and look down at the shackles and chains
that dangles from her ankles. Two heavy metal bands encircles tightly
around her slender ankles over the worn out green rubberboots. She lifts
her feet so the sweat can pour out. The five pairs of holes on the front of
each boot for the laces are empty. Not even them they are allowed. They are
just the cheapest possible labour available. Connecting the two metal bands
is a length of heavy chain. Eight heavy links connecting one band to the
other, giving Linda a stride of about 40 cm., and 2 meters of chain
connecting her right ankle with the right ankles of the women on either
side of her. 20 women in each coffel.  All the women walks in a permanent
shuffling gait thanks to the constricting leg irons. She drops her legs and
the sound of her chains clanking, mixes with the clinking of the other
women's chains as they try to get comfortable on their only break that day.
Linda glance up at the tower on the corner of the doubled barbed wire
fences. Two male guards,  armed with machine guns stand under the shading
roof and peer down watching them carefully. A big searchlight is placed on
the top of the tower. Linda wonder what they were thinking as they watch
the women work. The same demoralising manual labour day after day. Surely
their job watching us work must be equally boring and degrading. Linda
wonder if they some time look down, getting secretly aroused by the sight
of the hapless women working, or they just see them as faceless, nameless
numbers. Inside the quarry, dark-skinned  and brown eyed matrons patrol,
keeping a strict eye on the female prisoners. Linda envies their smart always
clean white uniforms. They wear an equipment belt around their waists with
a club, and a whip that they use to keep unruly girls in line. They wear
light sandals in the heat, and each matron has a girl that holds a parasol
over her at all times for protection against the burning sun. They are
adolescent girls, daughters of prisoners working in the quarry, but they
are of course wearing the same striped uniforms, boots and leg irons, like
the grown ups, and their heads are shaved. They are of course forbidden to
go into the shade themselves. Linda tried to imagine, how it was to be
forced to run in small steps holding a parasol over a fat matron, knowing
she would be beaten with the whip, if the sun managed to hit her, while
staying out in the blistering sun all day herself. Most of the matrons wear
their hair up in military fashion, but some of the younger ones have it
flaring free down their backs. Linda had always liked the uniforms of the
matrons and if she had been a free woman, she might would have designed
such a uniform herself.
She lies down on her back dozing, with her large breasts sagging down at
each side of her chest. Then she feels a hand on her left shoulder, it's
552501, her wife, they were secretly married yesterday evening after
spending nearly a year together on the chaingang, and are very much in
love. 552501 leaps over on her right side with a slight rattle of her
chains and begin  to fondle 311991´s left breast through the moisten
cotton. 311991 turns over towards her with a smile, feeling her right
breast slide over and nestling itself on top of the left. - I love you
Lajla - she whisper. - I love you too Linda - 552501 reply - continuing
with a - Happy honeymoon - making them both laugh a second. Linda then
places her hand on Lajla`s left tit, right across the number stencilled on
the blue stripped uniform, and begin stroking and fondling it carefully,
very much on guard that nobody sees them.

The whistle blows again and Linda and Lajla immediately stops petting and
quickly raise off the ground as the other women with rattling sounds from
the legirons, get to their feet. Matrons patrol again the pit and snarl
commands for the chained women to get busy. Linda quickly grabs the
well-worn wooden handle of her sledgehammer and lifts it until she holds it
in both hands over her head, ready to return to work. The other women also
resumed their positions around the rock quarry. A long whistle sounds, and
8000 women begins once again cracking and moving rocks.
 
In the rock quarry are women and girls off all races, types and shapes.
Some are Negro workers, and Asian housemaids, sold cheap by their
employers. They had become pregnant, to old or had been so naiv after years
of working, dusting and cleaning, to ask when they would get paid and be
allowed to go home. Some employers even gave them away for free, just to
get rid of them. This was normally if their sons, or sometime them selves,
had made a maid pregnant. But fare the most in this camp, are European like
Linda and Lajla. Simply arrested on the beaches and in front of night-clubs
at the hundreds of vacation centres and hotels along the coastline, and
sentient by the local judges, paid by the mine owneres, to hard labour for
life.
There are no Arab women in the camp.
Every prisoner has her head, armpits and crotch shaved closely once a
month. They all wear a worn and dirty, blue striped prison frock, rubber
boots and chains. They have become numbers, and it is strictly forbidden to
use their former names. Their numbers are tattooed prominently, with large
blue numbers on their foreheads. Making it impossible to pass as a free
woman, should any of the labours manage to escape. It is also stencilled
across the front and the back of the striped frocks. They are no longer
beautiful women, they are smelly sweating slaves, covered with scares,
sores and bruises from the hard work and whippings, and with faces smeared
in snot and sweat. Like all the others Linda's nose are constantly
dripping. It must be something about the dust from hammering and shovelling
the stones in the intense heat.
She glance down at her prison number as it moves across her swaying tits
with each swing of her hammer. 311991. It is her official name now. 31 is a
lot number, 19 her age when she was incarcerated and 91 the year. After
eleven years in the labour camp, she are just number 311991. Linda, the
young university student and tourist guide has disappeared a long time ago.
But though always held on the edge of starvation and dehydration, suffering
from open wounds that will not heal because of the dust and heat, and a
vitamin deficiency that has made her loose all her teeth, she still has the
remnants of female charm. And her sparkling green ejes, still have their
magic, they can catch anyone who looks into them.
Her hands sting as the hammer bounces off the hard rocks. Chips of rock fly
off as she toil. She raises the sledgehammer high and then crashed it down
on the rocks, that are slowly reduced to gravel. The women spends fourteen
hours a day breaking rocks, 7 days a week. So Linda smashes rocks day after
day, while her life slowly pass by.
The matrons calls the women lazy sluts and horny cunts and yell at them to
keep busy. Striking them with the whip, if they slack off for just a
second. Linda feels the shackles tug at her ankles as she work. It is
funny, but by the years, specially after Lajla had been put on the chain
beside her, she has become to feel dependent of the leg irons on her
ankles. When she march in lockstep she has become used to the way they tug
at her and restrict her steps into short mincing ones. The minutes and
hours ticks slowly by, as the women work, and the matrons watch and harass.
She enjoys seeing Lajla cracking boulders next to her. Each time she raises
her hammer, her large firm breasts presses the stripped sweatsoaked frock
out in a curve, only wobbling a little when she smashes the hammer down.
 It was her big tits that brought her and her 2 year younger sister Debbie
in trouble. Little over a year ago they had taken on a bathing vacation to
(censured), trying to get some tan, before going back to  their
respectively college and university. To avoid the heat and crowds of
tourists later that day, they went on an early morning shopping together in
the old bazaar. But while Debbie had dressed in a modest plain dress and
had taken a scarf over her curly blond hair, not to disturb the Arabs,
Lajla had against Debbie's strong advises pulled a pair of tight pale blue
jeans over her pantyhose, slipped  her slender feet in a pair of high
heeled pumps and pulled a tight white blouse over her D -sized bra, leaving
her navel visible. In a matter of half an hour, Lajla was arrested for
unmoral behaviour, and because Debbie was her sister, they also took her.
Now they both had being breaking rocks in the quarry for a year. The to
sisters has not been on speaking teams sins their arrival. Wonder why?

How Linda met Lajla.

All new slave labours are on their arrival, marched through the quarry
before going to the intake block. Linda remembers clearly when Lajla and
Debbie, handcuffed and chained together with eight other young women on a
light chain, walked past her, while she were busy carrying and laying
gravel. This day had been the second turning point in Linda's life. The
first had been the day she decided to take the job as a tourist guide. The
second day had begun just like all other days in the 10 miserable years she
had spend breaking rocks, and moving stones. Beginning with the usual early
brutal  4 o'clock awakening and endless roll - call. Linda's chaingang,
which then had consisted of only 19 women, was picked to repair the road
leading through the quarry. One girl had the day before been selected out
and loosed  from the chain, and taken to the punishment block, where she
were first flogged, and then chained to the wall standing in the starving
cells. This was the punishment for becoming too lazy (thin and weak) to
work.
They had been busy working, under a close eje of an overseer, when the
truck loaded with new females arrived. They had got out and was now in
handcuffs and light transport chains led up the road. It was strikly
forbidden to look up, but while they where continuing working, every woman
in the chaingang tried to get a stolen glance of the new slaves. With half
an eje Linda saw it was ten girls as usually, looking the same as usually,
except that this time she was much closer to them than any time before.
First came a georgeos looking tall woman with long dark brown hair, wearing
a green swimsuit. She still wore her sunglasses op in her hair. She had a
frightened and disbelieving look in her pretty face as she passed, looking
down on the smelly bald slaves with disgust. Next came a blond slightly
built girl not as tall as the first one, wearing a white bikini, and with a
face totally dissolved in tears. The third girl had dark tangled hair just
touching the shoulders, looking like she had been out swimming and not had
managed to get the salt washed off, before her arrest. She was a little
chubby. She was wearing an unbuttoned chequered shirt over her blue
swimsuit, which was at least two numbers too small. It was very tight over
her broad hips and op the crotch, but stretching only a little over her
nice rounded small breasts. Then came a short, but study  and strong
looking Asian girl in a white apron over a paleblue smock. Her belly looked
like she was 5 months pregnant. She just looked down, already fully
accustomed to a females low value, and how women was required to behave in
this part of the would. After her came 2 tall blond women. An older one
about forty looking like she was a former model, with a short hairstyle,
wearing a light grey jacket and short skirt over a white silk blouse and
dark pantyhose, and a much younger, just as tall and with a glamaeuse
appearance much similar with the older, with her  golden blond hair
flarrering down over her shoulders, wearing a cute dress with a pattern of
coloured flowers, going to under the knees and white pumps. They were both
wearing  expensive sunglasses, and the younger one was also wearing a smart
chick ladies hat that matched her dress and protected her face from the
sun. Linda looked up on the next two girls. It was two tall and slender
dirt blondes looking like sisters. They were both astoundingly good
looking. Even if the first one was only in a very plane grey dress going
down to her feet, she did have a very nice face, and beautiful curly hair
put up in a pony tail. The other was in a tight white blouse and pale blue
jeans.
Then the lightning struck! Linda was looking straight into two sparkling
deep blue ejes in the prettiest face she had ever seen, framed by a mane of
dirt blond hair, resting down over the shoulders. It was the very first
time she saw Lajla, who were stirring right back into her green ejes,
releasing all her homons on the same feelings as Linda. Feelings that both
women had never thought they should feel for someone of their own sex. She
was just so perfect, the red lipstick, makeup and the scent of her perfume
that reached her now...  Suddenly Linda was stricken again just as hard,
but this time by the matrons whip. The burning trail going over her right
shoulder and down her back, brought her back to reality. She had forgotten
all about working and had slowed down, nearly stopped, while looking at
that gorgeous young woman. She feverish resumed her work, keeping her ejes
straight to the ground, straining herself to the utmost, not to be stricken
again. Not daring to look at the last girl in the line.
Two hours later the newcomers were let out of the concrete intake block
again, to be divided among those chaingangs which lacked girls. Linda
couldn't help it looking up again. There were 8 white, one Asian and one
black woman,  They had now been shorn off all hair and was clad in the same
stripped prison frocks and green rubber boots as all the other prisoners in
the labour camp. On the front of their bald heads, gleaming of the thick
yellow delousing grease, their hole bodies was smeared with, their new
identity was printed deep and permanently into the skin with prominent blue
numbers. In their hands they were each carrying a tin can. They walked
stumbling around in short steps, not used to wearing legirons, and was
ordered to line up in a strait line. Suddenly there was a screaming and a
fuss. To matrons was dragging a woman and a girl, both struggling and
screaming, in each other direction for chaining them in separate
chaingangs. Linda could hear them scream Mom and Sara after each other. The numbers on their foreheads showed, that they were 42 and 20 years old. To male guards came the matrons to rescue, and after a short struggle, they
were separated and dragged away crying while beaten with the clubs.
 A matron came in Linda's direction pushing a tall and slender girl
stumbling in front of her. Tattooed on her forehead and stencilled on the
stripped frock across her left tit was number: 552501. They were ordered to
stop working, put down their sledgehammers and stand in row with hands
clasped tightly behind their shorn heads. The matron bend down and
connected the girls legirons, which were riveted around both her ankles
over her rubber boots, to the chaingang just beside Linda. She could hear
the girl subbing quietly, while the matron screwed the links together. Then
she suddenly gave Linda a hard push and yield  -You! Show her what to do!
Ifs there any trouble with her, you will all get thrashed! Now back to
work, all of you! -
Linda hurried picking up the sledgehammer, and while the other women began
hammering again, she grabbed the new girl by the arm, showing her how she
should hold the hammer with both hands. She couldn't speak, because her
mouth were so dry. She would have to wait till she could pee and drink it,
before saying anything understandable. The girls hands were slippery with
delousing grease, and the sledgehammer heavy, but soon she was lifting and
smashing the hammer against the hard rock in the demanded tempo. It was
nearing noon and the temperature were already increasing op over the 40 C.
After working little over an hour, the whistle blew, and all the women
dropped to the ground , laying their hammers or shovels carefully at their
sides. Now free for the matrons for an hole hour because of the heat, Linda
squatted down over her tin can, trying to imagine waterfalls and rain for
herself to be able to pis. After a time a splashing sound rose and she
carefully pressed the last drops out, before lifting the can to her lips
and  begin drinking it slowly, letting it go three times around in the
mouth before swallowing. Then she looked at the girl beside her. Sweat was
pouring of her, and she sat panting with wide open mouth. Her frock was
totally soaked with sweat and grease, and clung as painted to her body. She
had very big and firm tits, and Linda could se her nipples pressing out
through the wet stripped cotton like two buttons. - Hey - I am Linda I have
been her for ten years, You was very good with the hammer, who are you? She
asked  with a horselig voice. The girl turned her head. She had makeup and
lipstick smeared all over her face, which was glinsning with yellow grease,
while to rows of even white and strong teeth was displaced in her open
panting mouth. The skin were she had been tattooed was red and swollen. She
looked up and their ejes met. YOU !!!- they both said simultainusly. Linda
looked into the deepest blue ejes and felt an growing arrausment inside
her. She just couldn't believe her luck. It was that beautiful dirt blond
girl in the white blouse and tight jeans she had fallen in love with only
hours ago. SHE had been put into HER chaingang right beside her, and she
had been made responsible for her education to a quarry slave.

Back to reality.

Suddenly Linda feels the ejes of the matron looking in her direction, and
awakens from her daydream. She continue to swing her sledgehammer at full
strength, until the matron turns the other way again. Then she sneaks to
look op, even it is forbidden. She sees Debbie working on the other
chaingang just oppesite her, filling broken stones into large baskets,
which they then carry op the steep sloops on their backs. She is totally
ignoring her sister. In contrast to Lajla she has lost nearly all of her
teeth, and her beauty has fainted away very quickly, during the year she
has spend here. Now she are only a sweaty sun-scorched blob, like most of
the women here, always feeling sorry for herself, blaming Lajla for her
misfortune. And, Linda suspect, also a bit jealous of her sisters marriage
with her.
 
 Late in the evening the whistle spews forth a loud sound and the chain
gangs stops working. On command Linda and all the other women put their
right hand on the shoulder of the girl in front of them, and begin to march
in loch steps to the evening roll - call . The sun has already gone down,
and for the last two hours, they have been working in the light from the
searchlights. She feels Lajla`s slender hand on her shoulder. It feels
good! They stop along the way to lay down their sledgehammers. Those girls
who still has some urine left in the cans, quickly drink it. The entire
chain gangs of 8000 women prisoners is divided in to 400 rows of twenty
girls each. They line up in strait lines. If one stands just a half  c.m.
wrong, it results in one hard strike with the whip over the thighs on each
of the 20 girls in the chaingang, and it is not allowed to scream. If one
do`s it's all over again and again to it succeeds.  Now follows a complete
stripseach, to se if they had stolen any tools in the quarry, to be used
for some desperate escape attempt. Even after eleven years Linda still can
not get used to it. On command all the women unbuttons their stripped
prison frocks, takes them off, and roll them together, before placing them
on their shorn heads. They are allowed to keep the rubber boots on, because
it is too difficult to pull the boots out under the metal bands encircling
the ankles and stuff them back again. Stark naked with the right hands
resting on the shoulder on the girl in front, only wearing the green rubber
boots and the legirons, which are permanently riveted around the ankles,
and holding their prison frocks and tin cans on their heads with the left,
Linda and Lajla, and the 8000 other girls and women begin to shuffle in
lockstep towards the food containers.
But first the body search. A matron goes to the end of each line, and pulls
on a par of thick yellow rubber gloves. They have not been washed since
they were used last. The first woman or girl in each row has to bend down
in her knees. They can not spread their legs the normal way because of the
leg irons. First the matron sticks the fingers in the girls mouth, taking
her time and feeling it all over, then she fondle her ears, and if the girl
are saggy breasted, like Linda and Debbie, she lifts them, looking after
she is not hiding anything under them. Now comes the turn to the vagina,
and at last the girl are ordered to bend over and the gloved fingers slips
into her anus. After finishing the inspection there, they are pulled out
and stuck right into the next girls mouth. Because they are chained
together 20 slaves a peace, they can first go to the food containers, when
all 20 are searched. Linda's and Lajlas chaingang are advancing slowly. It
will take at least to hours, before all the girls are searched, and has
eaten. Debbie is on the gang ahead of them. Linda looks down the back of
the girl in front of her. It is the Asian girl called Nipples. She are
rather short and extremely skinny, but very strong. She can lift even
heavier stones than both Linda and Lajla, who both are taller and stronger
than the average in the camp, and she has saved the entire chaingang for a
collective whipping more than once. They are lucky having her on the chain.
But she are totally flat breasted, the only signs is a pare of large
conical formed nipples protruding directly from her chest. With her starved
body and shaved head, the only way you can see she is a girl, is to look
between her legs. She has never said a word English, but from her prison
number Linda can see, she is 25 years old, and has been in the camp for
about 2 years. Linda remembered seeing her arrive, even it was at a
distance. She had walked on the road through the quarry, as they all had
once,  between a dark-haired young ordinary looking girl, a little to
chubby after Linda's taste, wearing a tight orange bathing suit, and a
platinum blond woman in her thirties, wearing an expensive red evening
dress and high heels. Nipples as they have named her, because of her flat
chest and that she had never told them her name, had been clad in the
normal outfit for Asian girls arriving here. A white apron over a paleblue
smock, and the shiny dark hair put up in the accustom maids hairstyle. She
had been very pretty. How many years she had been slaving as a maid for
nothing, before they send her here, are only to guess.
How Linda can remember all that? Because there are nothing ells to remember
here. And female clothing, make up and hairstyle had always been a passion
for her, ever sins she was a little girl. Had she not lost her liberty and
had been sold to the mining company as a small part-payment for her
employers dept, she knew she would have been a successful designer by now.
All that's going on here are the same routine day after day. The female
labours are at all time ordered what to do and how to do it, and are
immediately stricken by the whip if they don't do it.
She begins to freeze. In the desert it gets cold at night. It's forbidden
to look up, except when ordered, so she make stolen glances to the sites,
when she feels the matrons are not to near her. She sees nothing but naked
women glistering of sweat, standing in tight rows to both sites. Except for
their height, they all looks nearly the same. Heavily tanned and sunburned,
nearly skeletal starved bodies, scared all over, breasts hanging down,
toothless. She knows from their numbers, that some of them has been her
from 15 to 20 years. One on the next chaingang, a tall woman with long
legs, who once had told her, her former name was Hanna S(censured), has
been a slave for 31 years now. Sins she as a 16 year old teenager, went on
a vacation trip together with her school class.
Linda stands totally still, Lajla is just behind her. She can feel her
toughen but slender hand on her naked shoulder, she likes it. From time to
time she can feel Lajlas firm protruding breasts touching her back. She
starts pressing them a little harder, and move them carefully back and
forth over her sweat lubricated back. How dare she? And right here were
everybody can se it, if they look this way! In all North African prison
camps rules absolute chastity. All that just smells of sex is very much
forbidden, especially between women. And for European females already
condemned to be worked to death, it was the sure way to a heavy thrashing,
and a slow death standing up chained to the wall in a starving cell. If
anyone see it? Lajla stopped for a moment and then continued. - Ooh!! It
felt good, she couldn't help it, she was turned on. Ooh! No! She was going
to be inspected in half an hour. What if the matron found out? No she
wouldn't. As a forced labourer Linda were permanent dehydrated. They never
got a drop more fluid in their porridge, than absolute necessary to keep
them alive, so there were no chance of getting wet down there. She and
Lajla had been making love several times, when they felt secure not to be
detected, and had had to use sweat to lubricate the privet parts, and if it
happened anyway, it would drown in the yellow discharge, that all the
prisoners were suffering from.
A half an hour later it is her turn. She sees the rubber gloved fingers
being pulled from Nipples arse, with what can be suspected sticking to
them. She go down in her legs, spreading them as much as possible, it is
very straining to her thighs standing like that. She opens her mouth wide
open, and the matron sticks the fingers deep into her throat, so she feels
like choking. Then she feels under Linda's tongue and inspect her swollen
gums, she has long past lost all of her teeth. Then after pulling her ears,
she grab her large saggy breasts, with her slimy gloves and lift them,
letting the toms go back and forth over the reddened long tube formed
nipples, before letting them drop. Now it is her cunt. All the slaves are
suffering from a vaginal disease, and new girls gets it quickly, thanks to
the daily body search. It's coursing the inner labia lips to swallow up,
and protrude like two pieces of raw meat, and the constant dripping of some
yellow discharge. Linda tries to imagine it is Lajla, while she feels the
gloved fingers penetrating her sore swollen lips and going op into her. The
matron rather quickly pulls them out again, and Linda turns and bend over,
so she can access her arsehole. Three fingers are pushed in, fumbles around
to feel if anything are hidden and are pulled out again. Seconds later they
are stuffed in Lajla`s mouth. The matron is busy, she has a lot of girls to
go and want to get finished. As soon all 20 girls in the chaingang are
searched, they are allowed to dress. Linda hurries to stick her thin arms
through the sleeves, and pulls the frock over her shoulders with a gasp, It
is still all wet and heavy of now cold sweat. She buttons it as fast as she
can, all the way up to the collar, glad to been able hide her body again
from curious eyes, and gaining a little modesty. Now finally she reaches
one of the food containers, and are allowed to dig her empty tin can in the
watery porridge. She fills the can, and begins greedily stuffing the sticky
mass in her mouth with her fingers. It is filthy and smells like rotten
eggs. Only the thousands of flies buzzing about seems to like the smell. It
normally take newcomers at least 3 days before they overcome their disgust,
and begin eating it. But for girls like Lajla and Linda, who had been
working in the chaingang for years, the porridge was quickly swallowed, and
the can and fingers licked totally clean, still leaving the skinny
overworked girls hungry.
All the fluid they get, is in the porridge. Water are expensive out here,
and after long repeated experiments at the university of (censored) using
white women prisoners, it was documented, that by forcing them to drink all
of their urine, 1/2 of the water could be sparred, and it only increased
the death rate with 10%. Using Arab or African women for such experiments
would have been highly unethical and out of the question.
 Now they march in lock - step to the cellblocks, were they sleep at night.
400 cells in 20 concrete blocks without windows, each surrounded by a fence
of electrified barbed wire, and scanned with searchlights all night.  With
her right hand on Nipples shoulder and Lajlas resting on her own, Linda
marches through the heavy iron door entering block 6. The rattling sound
raises to a infernal noise between the bare grey walls, as 20 chaingangs
march to their cells. Soon they are safely locked up behind the barred iron
doors, 20 each in 4x4 m damp concrete cells. The toilets is a stinking
drain running along the bares. A new girl begins hysterical to sub and cry.
Other girls just stands gripping the bars, with tears running silent down
their cheeks, while the rest dead tired just stands and waits for the next
order. Linda and Lajla quickly go down on their knees on the wet floor. She
looks deeply into Lajla`s deep blue ejes, and the two girls gives each
other a deep kiss letting their tongs go on discovery, tasting each others
mouths, hoping the video cameras, which are fitted in the ceiling of every
cell, don't cache them. The two girls have been a couple ever sins the day
Lajla arrived, and last evening, while they were eating, they were finally
secretly married, by a young Scandinavian woman Ulla, from Debbie's
chaingang. Ulla had been studying theology, but had made that mistake
taking on a weekend bathing holiday to (censored) to relax, a week before
her examination, without telling anybody at home, were she was going.
Linda has to go to the drain to shit. It is very much forbidden to do so in
the quarry. Finally there are a space she can squeeze in. She lifts her
frock up over her hips, and leans against the bars and let go. She turns
her head and can see a long row of bare bottoms against the bares in the
opposite cells. The drains are been filled, and so are the humid air with
the smell. She can hear, that the new girl are vomiting.
After half an hour a whistle sounds loud between the concrete walls. It's
the signal to lie down. Bye regulations every girl has to lie down strait
on her back to prevent any kind of masturbation and sex between inmates.
This is specially necessary with white women. In the ejes of the Arabs,
white women are born without any kind of moral, and has to be kept in
strict chastity.  Because of lack of space in the overcrowded cells, the
women are ordered by regulations to lie down in tight rows with spread
legs, and the head up in the crouch of the girl lying before her. Soon it
is Linda's turn. Nipples raises her legs, so Linda can pass under her
legirons, and moves up as tight as she can. Feeling Nipples wet thighs
pressing at the sides of her shaven scull. Nipples then lowers her legs,
resting her ankle chain over Linda's hips. Linda lifts her legs and feels
Lajlas short stubble's tickle her inner thighs. It gives a little spark in
her , when the top of Lajlas scull touches her protruding inner lips. She
lets her feet down on each side of Lajla, and then stick her hands through
the bigger centre ring in Nipples chain. They all have to lie down like
that. This way all the women's hands are at all time visible to the
cameras, and cannot during the sleep accidentally slide down touching
naughty places. Linda lies straight, pressed from all sides, and unable to
move a cm without the cameras registering it. She doesn't mind. She are
dead tired from working at high speed 14 hours in the quarry. Now there are
a hole 5 hours to the awakening. Owh, if it just wasn't for the constant
thirst, and her always hungry stomach. It feels like the tongue are filling
the mouth and it sticks to the swollen gums. It is lucky they have swollen
so much. It make her cheeks look normally rounded. As long as she keep her
mouth shut, nobody can se, she had lost all her teeth.
She has a often coming good night thought, which pleases her and gives her
a kind of  comfort.
Right now down in the air-conditioned hotels, restaurants and night-clubs,
there are ten young women and girls, enjoying themselves, some of them
maybe even having sex. Not knowing, that they in the next couple of days
will run into some policemen, earning a necessary extra income, and that
they in only one week from now will lie down on a bare concrete floor,
hungry and thirsty, and in chains, robbed of all their belongings and their
beauty, sentence to life imprisonment in a real hard labour chaingang,
Linda feels something wet touching her on the mid of her head. It must be
Nipples labia lips.  They are swollen and protruding like both Linda's and
Lajlas. And all the rest of the slaves. She feels a drop of Nipples
discharge running down her neck. Well, now its time to sleep. Tomorrow at 4
o'clock begins another day.
 

To be continued!

Copyright : Tofte.