Chapter 17 - Rebellion crushed

“Elena Petrova?”

Elena sat morosely in the corner of the cell, her back to the others, her head buried in her knees. She barely looked up as the middle-aged blonde woman approached the cell, the click of her high heels echoing through the hall. The woman wore a skimpy red dress that she was bursting out of, looking more suited for a fancy dress party than anything else. It was a stark contrast to Elena and her cellmates, who were crammed together naked in the tiny space.

“Elena, darling? Please come to the cell door. I’m going to take you out for some treatment. Girls, stand back, remember the cameras.”

Elena’s heart raced as she got up, dreading what was to come. She walked to the cell door, thinking she might be due for medical treatment, as Mrs. Parker opened it, took her out gently by the elbow, and locked the others back in.

“Elena, darling, please come to the table. Let me strap you in.”

Elena’s eyes widened in fear as she glanced at the table and the ominous-looking equipment. “What is this?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“It’s electrolysis, dear. The master doesn’t like body hair. Please, hop on!” Mrs. Parker said, her unnerving jolliness and upbeat tone sending chills down Elena’s spine.

Elena hesitated, her body trembling, but she knew she had no choice. She approached the table, feeling more frightened and depressed than ever. She remembered what she had seen the day before. Gingerly, she sat and lay down flat on the table, allowing the woman to cuff her to the D-rings on the side.

The girls in the cell looked on, recalling their own experiences. Some absentmindedly touched their armpits and between their legs, wondering if they would soon need another session.

“I know this is frightening and new for you, darling,” Mrs. Parker said with a cheerful smile as she looked into the Russian’s beautiful brown eyes. “I’m going to try and make it easy on you. First, I’ll take some measurements, check your heart rate and the like, then we will start the hair removal. You must have noticed that the girls are, like me, clean as a whistle. The master does not like his females having body hair, so it is to be removed permanently. It won’t hurt ... much.”

Elena’s voice trembled as she replied, “Please, don’t do this. I ... I don’t want this. Isn’t there another way?” Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the clinical, hopeless surroundings. “It ... it will hurt, I know it will,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mrs. Parker cradled the girl’s face in her hands, her grip firm yet oddly gentle. Elena was now immobile, her fear paralyzing her further. “I’m afraid a lot of things will hurt here, much more than this,” Mrs. Parker said with a sickly sweet tone. “The best way to stay free from pain is to always obey. You must obey me, as I represent your Master’s will here.”

Elena looked up at the lined, forty-something face, detecting a disturbing sexual interest in the woman’s eyes, perhaps a slight licking of her lips. She remembered seeing Mrs. Parker on the “set” when Vitaly had been shot and she had been captured, and she involuntarily flexed, trying failing to move out of her restraints.

Mrs. Parker was gradually becoming the woman she had always wanted to be. She now had nightmares of being rescued and arrested; the thought of leaving this place filled her with dread. She no longer desired freedom. Here, she had a purpose, training these girls, reveling in the access and authority she wielded over them.

“Another beautiful doll,” she murmured, running her fingers over Elena’s cheekbone. “The master has excellent taste.”

Mrs. Parker swiftly took some measurements, noting Elena’s heart rate and blood pressure. Then, with a calculated smile, she pulled the D-rings back, forcing Elena’s arms horizontally above her head as she lay flat. With deliberate slowness, she spread the legs of the bench, prying Elena’s legs apart until she was completely exposed.

“Hmmm,” Mrs. Parker murmured, her fingers tracing over the stubble on Elena’s armpits and mons. “Two days’ stubble. Were you trying to impress someone? Maybe the gentleman you were traveling with?” she asked, her smile turning cheeky. “Or did you think the movie might need you to be naked? You naughty girl!” Her laughter echoed around the sterile hall.

Elena summoned some courage. “That man—you bastards murdered him. His name was Vitaly!” Her voice trembled with anger and defiance. “He was better than all of you!”

Mrs. Parker checked herself. She was turning into a monster. Half of this was a necessary act; some of it was a sickness within her.

“Listen, Elena,” she said, gazing into her eyes, her breath hot on the Russian girl’s mouth. “Sex, violence, and humiliation are all there is here, and wherever you end up. You might as well get used to it. I am going to be the kindest person you meet for the rest of your life.”

Mrs. Parker started up the electrolysis machine and began the treatment. Elena winced as the first wave of pain shot through her, her body tensing against the restraints.

Mrs. Parker worked methodically, her touch both clinical and invasive. Her fingers glided over Elena’s body like a cat’s caress, a twisted blend of cruelty and tenderness.

Eventually, Mrs. Parker gave in to temptation. Without breaking her rhythm, she leaned down and brought her mouth over Elena’s nipple, sucking on it while continuing to treat the armpit hair. She didn’t even look Elena in the eyes, treating her like a mere object for her twisted desires.

Elena’s mind reeled, her body rigid with a mix of pain and humiliation. She fought to detach herself from the reality of the situation, focusing on a distant memory of freedom, trying to find some mental escape from the grotesque scene.

The girls in the cell looked on. The sight of a middle-aged woman in a short dress, her thong clearly visible, bent over a table and sucking on the breasts of a naked twenty year old girl strapped down while lasering off her hair, should have been shocking. But here, it was normal.

Holly sat running her fingers over her own smooth pussy, remembering the violations she had suffered from Mrs Parker. Her lack of hair reminded her of her own vulnerability, like a little girl again, as the memories of Mrs Parker’s fingers inside her haunted her.

Freja and Ingrid were holding hands. “Ingrid, I know that soon we are going to have to ... play with each other. I want you to know that I am ready. We have no choice, we should not be ashamed!”

“I know sister” Ingird hugged her back. “These bastards” she whispered. “We should not let this destroy us. I won’t. Whatever they make us do, even with each other, you are my sister and I will respect and love you OK?”

Freja nodded, trying not to look down at her sister’s body, and trying not to think of what she was soon going to have to do to her. She was suddenly conscious of her own hard nipples rubbing against her older sister’s breasts, and covered them up, gazing down with embarrassment.

Ingrid smiled bitterly. This was all so unreal.

Jamal suddenly wandered in, chewing Qat. His huge figure and disfigured face always frightened the girls, along with his propensity for hitting them. The room seemed to shrink as he entered. The girls instinctively recoiled. Jamal’s eyes scanned the cell, his gaze settling on Holly and the clear skin between her legs. He smiled, displaying only half a lower jaw.

“You. You come with me.”

“What ... what? Why me? I haven’t done anything ... I...” Holly panicked, her voice trembling. She knew the look on Jamal’s face, and it filled her with dread.

Jamal opened the cell and dragged the terrified English girl out as effortlessly as grabbing a can from a vending machine. He lifted her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her out of the hall and into his room. The casualness of his actions shocked the other girls, as Holly’s desperate pleas were ignored.

Elena had raised her head in terror to watch the scene. Mrs Parker stroked her hair as if to console her.

“You are one of the chosen ones, my darling. Your buyer does not want your pussy violated ... much.” The blonde woman ran her finger over her slim lips between her legs. Elena’s thigh shook with the vain effort to close them father some dignity.

“The men here all have huge cocks” Mrs Parker went on, her eyes widening dramatically “I have had my share in my time, let me tell you, I’ve had kids, and even here I was barely able to sit down for the first few weeks!” she chuckled.

“But you, sweetheart” she cooed at Elena, “your pussy will be protected from those brute cocks. But this hole...” Elena sparked up in surprise, her eyes shooting out of her head as she felt the Englishwoman’s finger press into her anus. “This hole is getting fucked by every man here. “But don’t worry, we can train it to take a lot,” Mrs. Parker giggled affectionately at the startled Russian.

The hall door opened again, and this time Dmitri entered, clearly the worse for wear. He looked leeringly at the girls, who avoided his stare, praying he would not pick them. His disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes only added to their fear, as they tried to make themselves as small and invisible as possible in the cramped cell. Dmitri’s gaze roamed over each of them, lingering with a predatory glint.

“Sabine ... Sabine,” he called out, sing-songing her name mockingly, threateningly.

Sabine sniffled and shut her eyes, trembling. This beast. She knew what was coming and tried to brace herself for the inevitable.

“Sabine, why so sad?” Dmitri taunted. “You remember, I used to be a prisoner, and you visited me, in your little skirt. You knew I could see your panties. You fucking tortured me. Now I can see ALL of you...” He laughed maniacally, his voice dripping with malice.

Sabine silently sobbed as Dmitri unlocked the cell door, swinging it open with a creak. He stood there, finger wagging mockingly, beckoning her to come out. Shoulders slumped, she walked out, jumping in fright as Dmitri slapped her ass. His cruel laughter echoed through the hall as they walked out of the hall.

“You see Elena” Mrs Parker warned her Russian charge. “I am the kindest person you will meet here!”

Holly gasped as Jamal’s huge hands gripped her waist, squeezing her and lifting her off her feet. His deformed mouth pressed against hers, forcing a kiss. She wrapped her legs around his body to stay upright, allowing his snake-like tongue to invade her mouth.

He threw her onto his bed, immediately attacking her between the legs with his mouth. His scarred head, with just one shark-like eye staring up at her, was visible between her legs as she felt his strong tongue lapping inside and all around her pussy. “God, if that is what his tongue feels like ... what about...” she thought, the fear and anticipation making her shudder.

Jamal stood up and let his cock spring from his underwear. Holly was shocked and nearly screamed. It was about ten inches long and thick.

Jamal brought his hands to her breasts, kneading them roughly, as he brought his crotch to Holly’s pushing his cock into her opening.

“Oh no. Oh my God ... Oh no ... Oh my God ... I’m not ready!”

Her head pulsed back and she screamed at the ceiling open-mouthed, feeling his cock head expand into her pussy, stretching the walls wide. Jamal then plunged deep, banging against her cervix as he took in the sight of the beautiful 18-year-old writhing and shaking her head from side to side, trying to process the intense pain from her vagina. It just spurred him on.

He came inside her, with a roar, twisting her nipples in ecstasy, Holly’s relatively tiny hands on top of her breasts trying in vain to free them from his brutal grip.

Jamal pulled out, his cock flopping out covered in blood while Holly brought her knees to her chin and her hands to her vagina. This fresh English rose, so deflowered, sweating, it gladdened him to have such control over all these bitches.

“OK, suck my cock clean.”

“No! It has my blood on it! That’s disgusting, please, Jamal no...”

“You call me SIR!” he spanked her on the side of her thighs, it was like being hit by a bike.

“Ow ... Ow ... Sir I am so sore, your cock, its’ too big... >”

“Then suck!”

Holly tried not to look at it, as she opened her mouth and allowed the Syrian to grip her hair and push his cock inside her. She could barely close her jaws and felt the huge cock head open up her windpipe.

After minutes of agony during which time she though she would pass out, he stopped. “OK, last hole.”

“Please ... please...”

“Shut up bitch”

Jamal lifted her legs over his huge hairy shoulders and positioned his cock under her pussy at the entrance of her asshole. He gripped her thighs and brought them back, slowly easing his cock inside.

Holly bit her lips so hard she started to bleed, her insides felt they were being torn apart, which they were.

After what seemed like ten minutes, he pulled out, leaving her asshole feeling like it was permanently opened up, the air whistling into her hole as a thousand fissures bled inside her.

“Now, clean my cock again” he commanded. Holly already could taste the blood and shit on it from here, and mixed with her tears she sucked him off again. The salty squirt of cum felt like a welcome promise, that this hell might be over, if only for a few hours. When she was walked back to the cell, limping, holding her vagina and asshole, her eyes bloodshot, Elena was too terrified to ask Mrs Parker what had happened.

Sabine could not believe how her world had turned upside down. Just a month ago, this man who was raping her was a refugee she was helping. She had done everything she could, every act of kindness, and he had turned against her for no reason. It was not just because she was pretty and he was a deviant, it was like her goodness was an affront to the world of evil.

“Dmitri, please don’t you remember me? Don’t you remember I helped you? why are you hurting me?” Sabine was on her knees, hands together pleading with the evil face of the thug in front of her.

“Because you are a bitch, and I want to fuck that ass. Always I wanted to fuck it. I did not give a fuck about your stupid job.”

Dmitri was drunk but he meant what he said. He was naked and his huge cock dangled in front of Sabine’s tear-streaked face.

“Cunts like you are made for fucking. Not for anything else. It makes me so happy to see you cry!” Dmitri laughed maniacally down at the scared German girl. “Now go on, suck my cock!”

Sabine took the rotten penis in her mouth and sucked without enthusiasm. Dmitri took a swig of vodka and sighed as he enjoyed her tongue. He lay back on the bed and raised his legs in the air.

“Lick my balls, my asshole too!” he laughed. He was in heaven, he had always wanted to have all the time in the world with his victims before, but now he could. He thanked Sabine, for bringing the Master to him and making his dreams come true.

Sabine managed what she could, trying to dissociate herself from this awful task. She promised herself that one day she would escape, one day, something would happen. To get to that day, she had to suffer here.

She was a lesbian but even if she was straight, the sight of Dmitri’s asshole and balls would have made her throw up. She fought her stomach, and used her tongue as a battering ram, like a defensive bargepole.

Dmitri continued fucking her in every hole, relishing in her pain, pulling her hair, biting her ears and slapping her face. Finally, he dragged her to the toilet, pushed her face over the toilet seat, and pissed on her, laughing as his piss bounced off her face into the toilet below.

“Hahaha when you were a smart lawyer, did you ever think I would be pissing on you? No you were dreaming of pussy, you dirty lesbian bitch!” He snarled at her, some conservative beast within him justifying his terrible assault on her with homophobia. He spat on her face. “Lesbian.”

Sabine cried at the injustice, the pain, the evil. She was led back, and thrown back into the cell, falling and almost banging her head on the ground as Dmitri laughed.

The other girls were repulsed at the smell of piss and other bodily fluids coming off Sabine as if they might be next if they spoke to her. The German girl gathered herself in a corner and cried. She looked over at Anna, who was pointedly looking away. She was holding hands with Charlotte, they were always together now. Sabine’s heartbreak was complete.

Later, Mrs Parker was finished with Elena. She brought the smooth Russian girl back to the cell, and she awkwardly touched herself, feeling her smooth silky skin. Mrs Parker gave her a playful pat on the bum and winked at Freja who was watching, before leaving.

The silence in the cell was oppressive. Only the whisperings of certain pairs of girls broke it. Hours and hours of nothing to do was maddening.

None of the girls understood why, but Zara started picking on Camille. Camille tried to get away from her, walking all around the cell, dodging the legs of the other girls but Zara followed her around.

“Fucking bith. Mrs Al-Haraz loves you!” Zara snarled at her, perhaps remembering the whipping, or her forced licking of the red-headed French girl.

“Please, Zara, leave me alone!” Camille was alarmed at the angry dusky Libyan girl.

Fatima tried to calm her cousin but was rewarded with an elbow to the face. Zara jumped on Camille and started tearing her hair, clawing at her breasts. The two fell to the ground, wrestling.

Following screams and shouts, Mrs Al-Haraz entered, in only a negligee. “What the fuck? Bitches! Stop fighting!”

The two were split up. Camille was crying, her hair straggled and her nose bleeding with scratch marks around her lovely white skin but otherwise unhurt.

Zara was pumped up and angry.

“Jamal! shouted Mrs Al-Haraz. Jamal appeared and the Yemeni barked orders to him in Arabic. The giant took Zara out, and cuffed her behind her back in a single sleeve cuff, and brought her to the older woman.