Chapter 4
I had no idea how long the activities took that night – I was out cold until the bell rang to wake us. During the morning roll call in front of the main hut, Pam selected Arielle and me for laundry duty.
“Thursday laundry day,” she explained, handing us a couple of linen sacks. “Collect uniforms.”
After everyone including us had stripped and Marie, one of the French girls, got a serious strapping for some undisclosed transgression, we stuffed the uniforms into the linen sacks. Being naked in public was bad enough, but at least I wasn’t the only one.
“No change of clothes?” I asked, throwing the heavy sack over my shoulder.
Arielle shook her head. “Nope. On the plus side, the fabric’s rubbing my nipples raw.”
One of the older guards took us a couple hundred meters outside the camp to a clearing downhill, next to a small stream. Instead of a washing machine, all we had was three large metal basins, buckets, a few bars of soap, and a couple of washboards.
“Welcome to the nineteenth century,” Arielle said, dropping her sack on the ground.
“They had me dig the latrine yesterday. It can’t be that bad.”
Arielle chuckled. “There’s a reason why they invented the washing machine. This shit is harder than it looks. I’ll show you.”
Before we could get started, the guard picked up the free ends of two long, rusty chains and padlocked them to our leg irons. Now anchored to a tree, we had a range of five meters to perform our duties.
He sat down on a rock near the riverbed, leering at us as we worked. The process was rather simple: soak a few uniforms in the soapy solution, rub them on the washboard, rinse in the river, repeat. After I had scrubbed and wrung out the first batch of uniforms, I knew it would take all day.
“Damn.” I straightened my back and clenched my fists. “My hands hurt, and my back’s killing me.”
“My back’s the least of my problems.” Arielle spread her legs to show her bruised pussy. The swelling had subsided a bit, but it had taken on all the colors of the rainbow.
“That looks nasty,” I said, dropping another batch of uniforms in the basin. “I heard you… uh… got lucky yesterday. Sadistic bastards.”
She laughed. “That’s the Klong Narok experience.” Wincing, she parted her labia with her fingers. “It’ll take a few days until fucking is fun again. But speaking of fun: I could really use a break.” She stood and turned toward the guard. “Cigarette break?”
He pondered for a moment, then he nodded.
“Two?” she asked, showing the number two with her fingers. “For both of us?”
“What are you doing?” I hissed. “I’m not going to suck dick for a goddamn cigarette.”
“I’ll do it.”
Arielle dropped to her knees as he opened his fly. When he held his semi-erect cock in front of her face, she took it in her hand, licking and rubbing along his shaft. As she worked on him, I stood next to her, unsure what to do.
“Tits big,” he observed, weighing my breasts in his rough hands.
No shit, genius, I thought, crossing my arms behind my back.
Despite the unwanted attention on my breasts, I stood still and watched Arielle’s performance with fascination. The woman had no gag reflex to speak of. She took him deep down her throat, holding him for long seconds until finally coming back up for air. He groaned, digging his calloused fingers into my breasts.
“Not bad, huh?” she said, spitting on his erect dick. “Biggest cock in the camp. Wanna give it a try?”
“No, thanks.”
She shrugged, once again swallowing him to the hilt. He let go of my breasts and reached down, casually running a finger through my labia. I held my breath, fighting the urge to slap him.
“Like dick?” he asked, showing me his moist finger.
I weakly shook my head, no. It wasn’t exactly true. Even on my travels, rarely a week went by without having sex, and the handsome Argentinian backpacker I had invited into my room in Bangkok was a distant memory.
He shrugged, going back to fondling my breasts.
After getting his blowjob and lighting our well-earned cigarettes, he left us to our own devices and lumbered back to the camp. When he was around the corner and out of view, I sat down on a rock, greedily sucking the nicotine into my lungs.
“Oh God, that’s good.”
Arielle grinned. “Totally worth the effort.” She brushed over my sticky breasts where he had shot his load. “He was really obsessed with your tits.”
“He isn’t the first.”
“I guess it’s better than getting it in the face,” Arielle mused, flicking ash on the ground. “The guy’s ugly as sin, but that cock? Top notch. I wouldn't mind sitting on it when my twat’s back to normal.”
We finished our cigarettes in silence. Before I returned to my basin, there was one urgent order of business to take care of.
“What are you doing?” Arielle asked when I shuffled toward the bushes, dragging the rusty chain over the ground.
“The food’s giving me diarrhea.”
“Come back here! That’s gonna get you in trouble.”
“Who’s gonna know? Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”
I squatted down, moving the chain out of the way. With a sigh and a fart, the soft, almost liquid contents of my bowels splattered to the ground.
“Oh God, that’s almost as good as the cigarette.”
Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. “You no shit, you work!” our guard yelled, already getting the leather strap ready. “Come here!”
Oh crap.
I jumped up and shuffled back to the washtub as fast as I could, desperately trying to clench my butthole shut. It was no use – I left a trail of shit on my way.
Both he and Arielle were holding their bellies, laughing. I, however, found nothing even remotely funny about it.
“Sorry,” Arielle said when she caught my angry glare, “but you would have laughed, too. That was hilarious.”
It took them a while to settle down and wipe the tears from their eyes. Meanwhile, I squatted in front of him as he delivered his short but effective lecture.
“Snakes in grass,” he explained. “Poison.”
Fuck. I knew there were a bunch of venomous species in the area, but the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. The last thing I needed was a viper biting me in the ass.
“Go down like dog,” he ordered, pointing with his strap.
Obedient, like a well-trained puppy, I got on all fours to receive my punishment. Taking a beating with liquid excrement running down my legs was a new low – yet another humiliation on an already long list. I doubted it would be the last.
As the lashes rained down on my bare ass and back, I glanced toward the bushes. When taking snakes into account, the latrine didn’t sound so bad.