Janet Roland - The whore makers

"After that I must have passed out." Vivian paused, taking a light from Rosita. The cigarette smoke tasted strange, but was still pleasant. Just the fact that someone was listening to her was pleasant. She needed a friend desperately.

"I woke up in a dark cell, naked. A light suddenly came on and four men entered." Vivian shuddered as she forced herself to recall exactly what had happened. "One of them was holding a cattle prod." She began to sob.

"It's all right," Rosita whispered as she moved onto the bed next to the girl. She ran her free hand softly over the girl's hair and neck. "It will do you good to tell me… Talking to someone always helps."

"They raped me and tortured me with the cattle prod," Vivian said as soon as she had the sobbing under control. She liked the soft touch of Rosita's hand on her skin; it made it easier to tell.

"One of the men, an American, told me my father had put his wife in prison for a crime she never committed." Vivian took a long drag on her cigarette and tried to keep from thinking of her father. What kind of man would put an innocent woman in prison to feed his own political ambitions?

"Your father is really a United States Senator?" Rosita asked, trying to keep calm. If it were true that this girl was from a rich family, she had in all probability never made love to another woman before.

"Yes, my father is Joseph Long, Senator from the great State of Texas." The words sounded alien to Vivian as she spoke them. The doubts she felt about her father were gnawing at her love and respect for the way of life she had been raised to live.

"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Rosita asked. She wanted to know if she were really the first.

"No," Vivian whispered, blushing.

Rosita's hands grew bolder as she dropped her cigarette to the floor. She gently cupped the girl's firm jugs and teased the nipples.

Vivian trembled under the light caress. Her nipples were responding against her will. She was disgusted with her body's reactions to all the sex imposed upon her, and equally upset with her own lack of nerve and bravery in not rejecting the things that her morals told her were wrong.

"Stop that," she said, and pushed Rosita's hand away.

Rosita was quick to respond and was on the girl instantly, lunging and pinning her to the bed. She backhanded the girl and gritted her teeth.

"I'm the honcho of cellblock C and don't you ever forget it again," she hissed at the startled girl.

"I w-won't," Vivian stuttered. She was astounded at the strength of her cellmate. It was at this point that she discovered that it was useless for her to try to resist any physical assaults on her person. She was just too weak to fight. The truth that other human beings would do anything to get what they wanted, even if it was against another person's will, left her at odds with the world, confused. Even her father was willing to destroy innocent lives for the sake of a position of power.

Rosita again touched Vivian's tits, but this time she pinched the nipples through the shirt. She was excited by the fact that the girl was new to the ways of lesbian love. She was almost sure that two of the other women in cellblock C could be persuaded to pay highly to have Vivian suck their pussies.

"We're going to dinner in a few minutes. We'll continue this after that." Rosita's words were clear and expressed her dominance. As she backed away and stood, she reflected; she was prison-wise and knew what a good thing it would be to have this hot little mama to pimp.

Food, Vivian thought, remembering that she hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours.

Vivian lay in her bottom bunk digesting the dinner of cold beans and rice she had just finished. It was degrading the way they were fed: a large pot of food and bowls were left inside the gate, and then all the cells were opened at once by a master switch. Rosita had led her to the pot and she was allowed to fill one of the bowls. She had felt the eyes of all the other inmates upon her as she walked back to the cell with her cellmate. She was certain that each of them knew that she had been made by the strong little Mexican woman.

Rosita had left Vivian alone in the cell while she ate. She was used to the prison system and knew that the cells would be left open for a couple of hours after which the matrons would return and all the prisoners would be locked up again in their fetid dungeons. She knew she could use this time to pimp the girl.

So many things have happened to me so quickly, Vivian thought as she tried to piece together some sort of philosophy to get her through these troubled times. What disturbed her more than the rapes, the torture, or even the lesbian affair in which she was now involved was what she had found out about her father. His abuse of another human, especially a woman, left her whole world without any form of justice. She had come to respect her father more than anyone else in the world. He was her moral advisor and the protecting force of her life. His actions left her completely disillusioned about everything. If what he did was solely for his own power, then he's the cause of my suffering.

The thought was enough to twist Vivian's love for her father and change it to bate.

The silhouette of two women standing in the cell door interrupted Vivian's thoughts. She sat up and squinted her eyes to see who they were. They were other prisoners! One was a big, good-looking blonde with baby-blue eyes and big tits, obviously an American. The other was a young Mexican girl whose body vibrated from an excess of energy.

"What do you want?" Vivian asked, startled, as they entered the cell.

"We want you!" the big blonde answered as the two women moved closer to the bunk.

"I don't understand," Vivian said, trembling. She was certain that they wanted her body and that Rosita had sent them. Still, she had to try to resist for her own mental well-being. She knew her body would respond to whatever they did to her and she was ashamed.

"Maybe what Rosita told us is true," the slight Mexican said, smiling at her friend and sitting down next to the girl.

"Well, if it is, I'm sure we can teach her to do what we want," the big, lush blonde said as she assumed a seat on the other side of Vivian.

"Please don't hurt me!" Vivian begged as the two women began to touch her tits and face. She would do whatever they wanted; she had been through enough pain because of her resistance already. She knew it was useless to struggle.

"Just take off your clothes and suck us off," the foxy little Mexican said, her big brawn eyes sparkling as she wriggled from her tight prison jeans. "We paid five dollars for this. Rosita promised you'd be real cooperative."

"Yeah, sweetheart…" the big blonde cooed, licking her lips as she undressed, revealing her firm and lush body. "We're going to teach you how to suck pussy."

Vivian found herself becoming excited as she watched the two women undress. Since her arrest she had had so many sexual encounters, each of which had brought her to orgasm, each temporarily letting her forget the disgusting truth of her plight. This might not be so bad, she thought as she began to remove her own clothing. At least I won't have any hard cocks jabbing away at my body.

"You've got some lovely little tits," the big blonde whispered as she looked at the girl's completely nude figure. She felt a surge of anticipation sweep across her own naked skin. She wanted to feel the lips of Vivian's pussy pushed tight against her own.

"Oh, to hell with all this! Let's get down to the fucking and sucking," the slight Mexican said, her own tits revealing her excitement; the nipples were swollen and flushed from the rushing blood.

The three women climbed into the bunk, the big blonde at the edge of the mattress near the open cell door, with Vivian and the sexy little Mexican dish snuggled up close on the other side.