Chapter 3
The latrine was just a one by two meter trench with a beam over it, propped up on a pair of buckets. Supervised by one of the guards, I shoveled right next to the old latrine, its putrid smell permanently lodged in my nose. I had never dug a hole in my life, and it was sweaty, excruciating work. But then again, so was pretty much any activity in this climate.
When the strap cracked across my back for some necessary motivation, I tripped over my shackles and almost dove head-first into the well-filled latrine.
He laughed. “Like shit, huh?” he said, prodding me with his boot. “Work, or no eat.”
The stench had made me lose my appetite anyway, but I wasn’t keen on another beating. I got back to work while he sat down in a plastic garden chair with a cigarette, blowing the smoke in my direction.
After half an hour of very modest progress, I was drenched in sweat, my mouth was dry, and I craved a shot of nicotine. I was relieved when another prisoner brought me a much-needed bottle of water. Very close to passing out, I gulped down the lukewarm liquid, watching from the corner of my eye as she hiked up her dress and sat down on the beam.
“Want cigarette?” my guard asked, turning toward the prisoner.
She nodded without hesitation. “Yes, please.”
I soon learned the price of a cigarette. With her naked ass on the beam, she waited until he had unzipped his pants.
With a mix of disgust and fascination I watched her expertly suck his dick as her bowels opened with a wet fart, releasing a torrent of diarrhea splashing into the pit below. The stench of fresh shit wafted over to me, almost making me gag, but the guard didn’t seem concerned. He stood in front of her, clearly enjoying her ministrations.
“You work,” he said, pointing his strap at me. “Or want cigarette?”
Of course I wanted a cigarette, but I still had my pride. I shook my head and got back to shoveling.
Digging the latrine took me all afternoon. Dinner was a meagre affair, and I was sure that physical work in combination with small rations would help me shed the extra few pounds on my hips in no time.
I couldn’t bring myself to use the latrine in front of everyone, so I returned to the hut for what counted as lockup at the camp. They made us stand in line and one of the guards threaded a long chain between each woman’s legs, trapping us in groups of six like pearls on a string. They padlocked both ends of the chain to opposing beams, making sure nobody would wander off in the night.
Each of us was issued a blanket, a pillow, and a thin mattress, which we unrolled on the floor. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but I was too exhausted to care.
The moment the last guard had left the hut, activity erupted around me. Dresses were hiked up, hands caressed breasts, and wet fingers rubbed clits.
“Isn’t that forbidden?” I hissed at Rita, who had started to furiously finger-bang her left-hand neighbor, a freckled, small-breasted redhead.
Rita didn’t let up. “So? If they catch us, a few will get the strap. If they wanted to punish everyone, it’d take all night.”
The yoked girl next to me, Laura, tapped me with her foot. “Excuse me? Could you give me a hand? I… uh… I’m a little tied up right now, but if you do me, I’ll eat you out.”
I glared at her. “Haven’t you learned your lesson?”
“Please, they didn’t even fuck me today. I just wanna come one time, then I won’t bother you anymore, okay?”
It was summer camp all over again. Back then, I had practiced kissing with my bunkmate, Alexandra, but despite her advances, I had refused to take things any further. I wasn’t into women and not in the least interested to try.
“I’m tired,” I said, covering myself with my thin blanket. “All I want is sleep.”
Laura shrugged. “Can’t we help each other out? I won’t take long; I’m really wet.” She lifted one leg, making her leg irons rattle. “The sooner I come, the sooner I let you sleep.”
I groaned. “Fine. But keep it down, okay?”
With a sigh, I licked my fingers and lifted her coarse blue dress. She hadn’t been lying – the girl was dripping. It was my first time touching another woman’s clit, so I tried my best to be gentle, starting to rub her without applying too much pressure.
“You can go harder than that,” she said, leaning back. “God, today was torture! They kept me chained to a tree when two of them fucked Arielle.”
“Arielle? Wasn’t that the one with the swollen…”
“Twat, yes.” Laura giggled. “Normally, they do you in the butt, but they made an exception. The way she screamed, I don’t think she liked it much. You should have seen it – it was super hot.”
“That’s messed up,” I said, pulling back my fingers. “I can’t even imagine how much that must have hurt.”
“Sorry, that’s just how I’m wired. Please don’t stop rubbing, okay? After a day like this, I’ll go crazy if I don’t come tonight.”
In her state, it didn’t take long to get her over the edge, but when I was finally getting ready to sleep, ignoring the wild scenes around me, a stomach cramp hit me.
Oh fuck. Not that!
I tapped Rita’s arm. “I… uh… I really need to go to the bathroom.”
She turned toward me, her fingers still inside her neighbor’s pussy. “You can’t. We’re chained up until tomorrow morning.”
“But it’s really, really urgent.”
Rita rolled her eyes. “Okay.” She turned back to the girl she was fingering. “Hey,” she hissed. “Christina needs the bucket.”
Everybody in earshot groaned, including my yoked neighbor. I blushed, trying to hide my face behind my hair.
“Only pee, I hope?” Rita asked, licking her sticky fingers.
I shook my head.
“God, Christina! Why didn’t you use the latrine? Now it’s gonna stink all night.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t go with everyone watching.”
Rita passed me the foul-smelling wooden bucket. “This is a prison camp, so better get used to it. You won’t have a second of privacy in this place.”
Very aware that half the group was now staring at me, I maneuvered the bucket in place and hiked up my dress. My stomach rumbled; it was either this or going on the floor.
“What are you waiting for?” Laura asked, who clearly had nothing better to do.
“Ugh. I don’t even have toilet paper.”
She grinned. “For another orgasm, I’ll lick you clean.”
“You’re disgusting. Stay away from me!”
My butthole opened for a violent burst of diarrhea, splashing into the bucket. The smell quickly filled the room, and my face turned even redder.
Laura wiggled her tied hands and grinned. “It’s just shit. You really gotta relax, sister.”