Vivian sat on the edge of her bunk, dressed in the ill-fitting clothing that she had received from the matron upon her commitment to the Carcel Preventiva. She was alone once again; breakfast was over and the other prisoners were allowed to go about the daily routine of the institution while she was locked in her cell. Rosita had told her that she would be taken to the doctor's for an examination and then be assigned a job.
The results of her experiences with the three women the previous evening was still the cause of some personal bewilderment. The length and quality of her orgasms left her wondering if she really wasn't a whore or a lesbian.
The memory of her pleasant life with her family and Max was now clouded by the salient truth of her own father's lack of moral principles. The men and women who had abused and degraded her weren't her enemies because of anything she had done, but were her father's adversaries and the products of a system that men like her father promoted for their own selfish gains. She was the victim of circumstances beyond her control, making it easy to direct her anger and frustration at the man whom she had so recently held in such high esteem. Joseph Long, her father, was a greedy pig and someday he would suffer for the things he had done to innocent people and the disgrace he had caused his only daughter.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to love Max again? she asked herself. The thought of his warm tender approach to love stimulated Vivian; her pussy began to twitch as she remembered the way he had fondled and stroked her whenever they were in bed together. But now, the results of her sexual encounters with so many people in such a short length of time added a new dimension to the relationship. She had found out that her body was able to produce a level of response that she had never experienced with Max. The stimulation she derived from some of the things she had always thought to be perverse left her gasping in the clutches of sexual bliss.
Will Max understand the changes I've been through? she thought, frightened by the prospect of losing him because of her rape and her newly discovered sexuality. The idea that she would ever be able to make love to a woman had never crossed her mind, yet when it had happened, she had been able to respond and had reached several climaxes. The more she thought about what had happened to her and what the results had been, the more confused she became. Things were happening to her so quickly that she had little time to digest them fully.
Vivian lay down and stretched her body the full length of the bunk. She closed her eyes and tried to sort the jumble of her thoughts. She needed to concentrate on her present problems and push all the speculation aside.
The most important thing was to find some way out of this prison and the charges of smuggling. The prospect of spending nine years in a dreary, drafty concrete fortress was more frightening than all the abuse she had been made to endure. The idea of eating the bad food and having her life regulated down to the finest points was more than depressing – it was terrifying.
Vivian felt the tears of self-pity building and fought to hold them back. She knew she was going to have to learn to be strong if she were to survive. Without thinking, she slowly let her hands caress the softness of her own tits, making the nipples taut as her fingers pinched and pulled on the sensitive tips.
"Oh!" she gasped, feeling her womanly wants as they surged through her tender jugs. All the pent-up frustrations of her predicament were begging for a release, and her subconscious was allowing her to ease them. Her hands were the instruments!
Stop this! she begged herself with what was left of the innocent young girl of yesterday. All the formal education and hours spent on culture plus her deep religious training were suffering, but doing nothing to ease the hurt her mind and body were undergoing. Compared to the gentle touch of her own fingers as they lingered, lightly stroking away the humiliation, her early training didn't stand a chance.
Vivian remembered the way the first two men had degraded her, making her suck their cocks, coming all over her face. She remembered the four men with the electric cattle prod and how they had used every part of her body – mouth, pussy and asshole. She remembered the jolt of the prod on her sperm-splattered butthole and trembled; all the time she continued to lightly manipulate her tits, growing more and more excited as her body tried to strain to the same explosive heights it had reached when those pounding cocks had slammed into her.
What would my Max think if he could see me now? she thought, comparing his own innocent sex life to her current base experiences. She was suddenly certain that she would never be able to gain satisfaction from Max again.
Vivian allowed her hands to trail down her body, feeling the fingers through the coarseness of her shirt and jeans as they drew nearer her burning crotch.
I've turned into a wanton little slut, she thought as she completely dismissed the last vestige of resistance from her conscious mind and let her hands cup the tender flesh of her cuntlips through the fabric of her jeans.
"Ahhhhh…" she moaned as her palm made contact with her clit and pressed hard against it. She remembered the hot cunt that Rosita had mashed into her face. She remembered the taste and the smell. She remembered the shock she had felt at her feelings when her response to the other woman's love overwhelmed her, breaking her resistance and letting loose her passion.
Vivian opened the top of her pants and allowed her fingers to dip into them, brushing over her cunt hair and lingering on her clit. She was ready to dip her fingers into the pouting lips of her pussy when she looked up and saw the image of a sinewy matron looking at her through the bars of the cell. She blushed, not knowing what else to do.
"Not only are you a smuggler, but a sex fiend as well," the woman said in an accusing manner as she opened the heavy sliding bars.
Vivian didn't say a word. She wanted to continue to finger-fuck herself, but knew that the matron would become angry if she didn't get up and do as she was instructed.
"Put your clothing in order, you little lesbian bitch and follow me!" commanded the matron as she stood back from the cell door.
Vivian did as she was told and fastened her pants, then slipped on her shower thongs and crossed the cell into the corridor.
Vivian followed the dark-haired, big-hipped woman down the hall of the cellblock and into the main corridor. They turned out past the large wooden admission desk and into the section with the offices where she had been searched in such a brutal manner. During the whole walk, Vivian thought of only one thing.
Am I a lesbian? The words of the matron had not only interrupted her thoughts, but keyed off an inner debate about her new status as a person. Was it really so evil to be a sex fiend or a lesbian? Wasn't it men like her father who were the judges of what was right and wrong? How could such hypocritical assholes be the Solomons of society?
The real meaning of her existence struck Vivian as the matron opened the door to one of the offices and entered.
I'm no more than a hot-blooded bitch! she realized as she followed the matron. My body's on fire and I want to come so badly. My pussy's ready to explode from all the fingering it had in the cell. Face it, Vivian Long, you're no more than a fucking bitch in heat and from now on all the pomp and glory of the Queen of England won't be able to change your need for cocks and pussies and assholes and titillating orgasms that leave you drained and fulfilled.
The office was lined with white closets, all of which were padlocked. A large padded table stood in the center of the room and was surrounded by smaller tables of the type found in hospitals to hold a doctor's instruments. The room obviously served as the dispensary for the prison.
"Take off all your clothing, wrap this around you and sit on the table," the matron ordered as she handed Vivian a clean white jacket like the one she had worn from the Procuraduria.
Vivian unbuttoned the large blouse, feeling the tips of her fingers lightly brush her naked skin as she peeled it off. The same sensation swept over her as she snaked from her jeans and stood totally nude. She felt the hard cold eyes of the matron and instantly knew her jealousy; the other woman's body could never have the effect on a man that her own could. Vivian finished sliding into her jacket and assumed a seat on the table.
The matron fidgeted and looked away from the girl. It was obvious that she wanted to leave, but had to stay until the doctor arrived. She walked across the room to what served as the doctor's desk and picked up a magazine and looked through it.
Vivian restrained herself; she wanted to dip her fingers into her burning pussy and ease away the need she was feeling, but she also was certain that the matron would freak out. Maybe the doctor will fuck me, she thought, lying down on the padded table, raising her knees up and opening her thighs wide, hoping the air would cool her cunt off.
"Good morning, ladies," a strong masculine voice said, filling the room. Both women looked up instantly to see the doctor. He was young and vibrant, over six feet tall with large gray eyes that were never the same color twice.
Vivian almost groaned as she saw him peer straight at her gaping crotch, wishing her pussy was shaved and clean like the little Mexican's had been. She wanted him to see all of her lovely well-oiled young cunt.
The matron coughed, trying to get the doctor's attention as he stood looking at the brazen hussy lying on his table. He had heard about her on his arrival, but had never expected to be greeted by her gaping pussy.
"Yes," he said, turning to the matron as casually as he could.
"This one is a regular pervert as well as a smuggler! I caught her masturbating this morning. So be careful, doctor," the matron said. "You can reach me at the desk when the examination is over," she said as she crossed the room, shutting the door on her way out.
The doctor waited a moment and then locked the door behind the matron. He was young, and felt his cock stir as he looked back at the girl lying so boldly on his table. He walked closer. When he got to the edge of the table, he reached up and turned on the overhead light, making his view of the girl's hot twat even better. The fullness of the lips were tempting him and he liked it.
Vivian didn't say a word as she slowly allowed her hands to unbutton the jacket and pull it away, revealing her firm throbbing tits, peaked with swollen, suckable nipples.
"You're a beauty, a real fucking doll," he said huskily. "To hell with the examination. I've got something better than that in mind for you."
"And what could that be, doctor?" She smiled wanting to feel the smooth skin of the young man and have him satisfy her need for a fuck.
He walked around to the side of the table next to the girl, took her hand and placed it at his crotch. Vivian felt the length of his hardening prick, and it made her tremble. It was the largest cock she had ever felt and it wasn't fully hard yet. She felt her cunt squirm as the fire inside it climbed to new heights, making her want to feel it pounding away as the blood rushed into her clit and pussylips.
The doctor began to tear at his own clothing with great haste. His eyes never left the girl as he removed each article; they roved over her pert tits and crotch, lingering on her lovely pouting pussylips.
"A lovely piece of ass," he whispered, his cock jerking against the fabric of his pants. He undid them quickly, stepping out of them and slipping off his shoes, leaving all his clothes in a pile on the floor. "I've never seen such a lovely cunt! It really turns me on, baby."
Vivian gasped as he climbed up on the table with her. His hands reached out and pulled at the already hard nipples of her swollen tits. He maneuvered his body between her parted thighs, his prick jerking as it drew closer to her pussylips. She groaned as he pulled her flat stomach against his own firm belly.
"You're hot," he said rather sharply.
"Didn't you hear the matron? I'm a sex fiend." Vivian smiled.
"Well, then, you're in for one good fucking."
"You really think you can handle a wanton whore like me?"
"Of all the men you'll ever meet in Mexico, I'm the best. Just because I'm a doctor, you think I'll come in a minute and lose this magnificent hard-on. Well, you're wrong! I'm not a one-shot bastard. I can fuck all day. Most women can't keep up with me. I hope you can!"
Vivian felt the sudden urge to cover up. Even though she was on fire, her moral judgment was trying once again to make her reject the need her body was feeling. His mouth pushed against hers and his tongue slipped between her lips while his hands touched her tits again and again. His long coppery thighs rubbed over hers, and his stiff prick poked over her smooth belly down to the mouth of her pussy as it leaked the juices of her own impatient desire.
I'm nothing but a raving nymphomaniac! she thought as she pushed up to meet the pounding prick.
The doctor was wild and fierce as he tried to find her hot dripping hole with his hard cock. He pulled her tightly against himself, crushing her tits under his hard chest. His cock moved over and wound the lips of her pussy, slipping this way and that down the well-oiled slit, under her pussy, brushing her asshole and then lodging in her hot cunt.
As Vivian lay on the table, her cunt filled with the doctor's long pounding cock, her thoughts turned to her situation. It was unparalleled, undreamable that she, Vivian Long, the daughter of a United States Senator and a debutante and scholar, if you please, of all things social and literary, should be giving herself willingly to a doctor in a Mexican prison. Surely the victims of Rome were treated better by Attila the Hun.
The doctor plunged into her snatch with the full length of his cock, ramming deeply into her belly. He moaned at the feeling of the wet slick hole as he slid in and out. The heat of the girl's pussy and the gyration of her hips were quickly working him toward the point of a climax. He began to lunge wildly about, pounding against her body in an effort to shoot his load into her clutching twat. He reached down and pulled her legs over his back and grasped her hand, making her press a finger against his asshole.
"Shove it up my ass, sweetheart!" he commanded, panting as the girl pushed with her finger.
Vivian moaned; the pounding cock was rubbing over her clit and sinking into her cunt while the spasm ran up and down her finger from the doctor's pulsing bung. He came violently, pushing to the depths of her pussy as he shot his hot sticky sperm into her.
Vivian gasped at the feeling of the splashing jizz. The doctor was a much better fucker than any of the other men had been. He was well-hung and had a natural drive that made his cock brush against her clit the entire time he humped away. She felt his prick stretch in the back of her pussy as he strained to drain the last drops of cum from his cock. His crotch hair intertwined with hers as he pushed and mashed against the lips of her cunt, spreading them wide, slapping his balls against the cheeks of her ass as the sperm started to trickle onto her thigh.
The doctor gasped and groaned as be pulled the girl tightly to him, trying to squeeze the breath from her. He moaned again and again while kissing the side of her face and neck tenderly.
The truth was out of hiding once more; it was happening again. Vivian was getting off on a strange man under bizarre circumstances. She was certain now that she was both a whore and a lesbian, and that there was nothing she would ever be able to do that would change her back to the girl she had been before her arrest. She was no longer crushed by the shame or disgrace the way she had been during the first rapes or part of the trick she had turned in the cell the previous night. Now she was enjoying herself and hoped the doctor was a man of his word and would fuck her all day.
She was certain she had excited him tremendously. She knew by the wild way he had fucked her that he was emotionally stimulated by the touch of her burning pussy. He had scarcely penetrated her cunt when he had started to shoot his load.
"Ohhhhh…" she cooed into his ear. She thought, I hope he can fuck me four or five times more. I really want to come.
Vivian smiled inwardly; she no longer cared about anything but her own climax…