Chapter 2

I wasn’t sure how long they left me at the whipping post – it could have been an hour or it could have been three. Meanwhile, life at the camp continued.

The woman to my right had disappeared without me noticing, but the brunette in the cage was still there. Once in a while, a guard came by, and she sucked his cock through the bars. Her face and hair were a mess of sweat and cum, but with her hands tied behind her back, there was little she could do.

When finally a tall, full-figured prisoner arrived, I was so exhausted that I could barely stand. She brought both my uniform and a plastic bottle of water.

“Welcome to Klong Narok,” she said, brushing her blonde mane back. “Wait a sec. Pam said it’s time to cut you loose. It’s almost chow time.”

“Thank God.”

She untied the knots, and the moment I was free, I collapsed, wincing when my swollen butt touched the ground. Still, the prospect of food, whatever it was, sounded like an excellent idea. My stomach rumbled in anticipation.

“Intense, huh?” she said, offering the bottle.

“Yes.” I sat up and took greedy gulps, emptying half the bottle in one go. For a moment, I considered covering my bare breasts, but in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter. The whole camp had seen me naked and wetting myself.

“Careful,” she said, taking back the bottle. “You… uh… you’re soaked. You’re sitting in your piss.”

“Shit!” I shifted to the right, but the wet soil and urine already clung to my skin. “Having an accident in front of everyone? I thought I’d die. That was so fucking awful.”

“Don’t worry, that’s part of the Klong Narok experience. It happens to almost everyone.” She grinned. “Not to me, though. I already pissed myself on the way here.” She extended her hand. “I’m Rita, by the way.”

“Christina,” I said. “Pleased to meet you.”

“German?”

“I guess the accent’s giving me away.”

“Your English is pretty good. We used to be neighbors, actually. I’m Danish, but I’ve been living in Singapore with my husband for the last eight years. He’s an engineer from Australia, and I’m a nurse.”

“And your husband… is he supportive? Of this whole situation?”

She laughed, handing me my uniform. “Yeah, yeah. He’s a big boy; he can do without me for a while. And there’s always the housekeeper to… uh… keep his dick wet.”

“Damn.” I grimaced, carefully scraping the dirt off my backside before I slipped into the coarse blue dress. “That doesn’t even bother you?”

“Nah. It’s good to have a second pussy in the house when I’m not in the mood. The girl loves doing it, and I give her a little extra for her trouble.” Rita chuckled, helping me up. “Don’t look at me like that. Here at the camp, we’re all whores. The only difference is, nobody’s getting paid.”

I glanced over to the bamboo cage. The brunette had her butt pressed against the bars, now receiving a thorough pounding from the guard who had brought me. He held her tied hands high, forcing her to bend over. She grunted and her heavy breasts swayed with every thrust.

“That’s Juliette, one of our Frenchies,” Rita said as I took another gulp from the bottle. “We’ve got half of Europe here.”

“She’s being punished?”

“I don’t know. If nobody screws up, they just pick someone for cage duty. Honestly, I’d take that over digging latrines any day.”

Chow was served inside the largest hut, and we were among the first to take our seats on the floor. Chains rattling, the guards herded the rest of the three dozen women in, barking commands and using their leather straps on anyone who seemed to be dawdling. It took a lot of blows and startled yelps until everyone found their space.

My eyes fell on a woman who had to enter the door sideways. She had a heavy wooden yoke on her shoulders, her wrists tied wide apart. A thick piece of bamboo was cinched into her mouth as a bit gag, secured behind her head with twine.

“She got caught with her tongue in the wrong place,” Rita whispered when she noticed my stare. “Pam put her on a diet for today.”

“The wrong place?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Rita turned and tugged at another woman’s sleeve. “Show her, Arielle.”

I gasped when Arielle lifted the seam of her uniform. The pussy that hung between her legs was a taut, purple mess, swollen to three times its normal size. Back home I had played with a pussy pump, but even then I never managed a result like this.

“Sucks that they caught me before I could come,” Arielle said, wincing as she prodded the swollen thing with her finger. “I should have kept the noise down, but Laura’s tongue is really amazing.”

“God,” I said. “What did they do?”

“Three dozen lashes.” Arielle smoothed down her uniform. “I screamed my ass off. You better learn that lesson: masturbate all you want, but Pam’s the only pussy you’re allowed to eat.”

“I can’t even imagine–”

Pain flared up on my upper back when one of the guards brought down his strap.

“Eat, no talk,” he explained, giving me another two for good measure.

I raised my arms in defense. There isn’t even any food yet, I thought, but it didn’t seem wise to mention that to him. Arielle got one too, then he turned his attention elsewhere.

Lunch arrived a few minutes later, and we ate in relative silence. It was a surprisingly tasty chicken soup with bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and herbs – better than most dishes I had on my trip. I would have taken a second bowl, but none was offered.

On my way shuffling out, Pam blocked my way. “Chow good, yes?”

I nodded, quickly squatting in front of her. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Follow! You dig latrine now.”