Copyright © 2020 Ellie Wylde
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
This book is for adult readers only. It contains explicit sexual scenes with graphic language which may be considered offensive by some people. All sexual activity in this book is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.
Bad Girls Behind Bars
Maria heard the heavy metal door clang closed behind her, sending a tremor through her body. The bare whitewashed stone walls made the sharp cold feeler even colder, not a single Russian Ruble had been spent on comfort or decoration. Even inside she saw her breath turn to clouds in the air and she fought hard not to shiver, not to show weakness. There were two guards with her, both wearing thick jackets and fur hats, neither looked like the kind of women you would mess with. Ex-military was Maria's guess and hard as nails. One stood behind her at a safe distance, while the other stood behind a desk with a scowl etched onto her face.
"Empty your pockets and place all possessions in the tray," said the guard behind the desk in a thick Russian accent.
Maria did what she was told, she didn't have much left, her watch a couple of rings, a wallet that had already been emptied.
"Sign," said the guard pushing a document in Russian in front of Maria.
Maria signed it, it didn't really matter what it said, she was going nowhere soon.
"American, right?" The guard asked.
"Yes, that's right," Maria answered making sure to look the guard in the eyes.
"Having a good time in Moscow? Don't worry, you will get to experience a lot of culture here," the guard laughed and the other one joined in.
"Yeah, see all our beautiful architecture, meet our friendly locals," the guard from behind laughed.
"Maybe I will get myself a souvenir or two, perhaps one of those ridiculous hats you are wearing," Maria replied making an extra effort not to let her voice wobble.
The two guards looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing again.
"We have a cocky American here! I wonder how long she stays like that?" The guard behind the desk said.
"I want to see how fast talking she is when the girls are making her clean the toilet bowl with her tongue" the other guard laughed.
"Ah she's a pretty one, they will definitely be using her tongue for something!"
Maria gritted her teeth and made sure she stood tall even though she felt the ball of dread in the pit of her stomach grow.
"Now strip!" the guard behind demanded.
Again, she knew she had no choice, her lawyer told her to just do what she was told and don't cause any trouble. Then maybe just maybe when she went to court next month she could get the hell out of here. She took off her jacket and immediately felt a wave of cold. Then she pulled off her top, kicked off her shoes and pulled down her jeans. She put them all on the desk and did her best not to look fazed.
"Don't stop there," the guard behind her said.
Maria did what she was told, unfastened her bra, releasing her shapely round breasts into the air, and placed it on the desk. She knew her nipples were rock hard, the cold bit at them and made them stiff. The guards just watched, they had seen this a thousand times before, although Maria was certain her olive-skinned Latina complexion wasn't the norm for winter in Moscow. She lowered her panties and placed them on the desk too, she felt herself blush, the total vulnerability.
"You want to sniff them or something?" Maria asked nodded at her panties, she wasn't going to allow herself to be intimidated, but she felt the words lacked the confidence she had hoped for.
"It isn't us you need to worry about," the guard said with a laugh, "We have big strong husbands to go home and fuck every night, but the girls in here... you try that shit with them and they are going to eat you alive. They will especially like that you made an effort to wax your pussy!" The guard added looking down at Maria's recently waxed crotch.
Maria couldn't help but tremble, she tried to tell herself it was the cold.
"In the corner, hands against the wall, and squat," the guard behind her ordered.
Maria knew what was coming and she knew she had no choice -- she did what she was told. She heard the snap of a rubber glove being put on then a finger pressing on her vagina, in a second it was inside her. A moment later it was out and probing her anus. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The guard, satisfied, moved away. There was the sound of a tap being turned and then Maria's whole world turned to ice. A blast of freezing water washed over her, she opened her mouth to gasp but no sound came out. She tried to cover herself up but it was futile, the power hose cut straight through her defense until she was just a shivering little ball on the cold tiled floor.
"Get up!" Maria heard one of the guards say. She stood, her whole body shaking, her long dark hair hung in limply down her back. She wanted to cry.
"Nothing funny to say now, American?" the guard with the hose asked with a cruel smile.
Maria said nothing, she could barely think.
The guard behind the desk threw her a coarse towel along with grey sweatpants and top,
"You think you are tough, but the girls in here will break you in days. Next time I see you you probably will be on your knees with your tongue in someone's cunt crying like the bitch you are."
Maria clung to the towel and gritted her teeth even tighter. She told herself, 'Do not cry, don't let them see you cry'.
After Maria had dressed the guard led her through countless steel-reinforced doors and passed several checkpoints where equally tough guards watched her with impassive eyes. They then entered the main prison block, dozens of cells on three floors overlooked the concourse, inside which, women looked out curious to see the new animal in the zoo.
Maria looked up and around at the hundreds of faces all glaring down at her. Her bladder suddenly felt weak and a terrifying thought crossed her mind - what if she wet herself right now, in front of all the other prisoners? It would be like jumping into a shark tank covered in blood. She tried to push that thought to the back of her mind to stand tall, to look defiantly back at anyone who caught her eye. One of the prisoners shouted something at her in Russian, she had no idea what it was but the way she was licking her fingers that were shaped like a 'V' left her no doubt as to the woman's intentions. Fuck, her bladder wanted to release! Please, God, please let me just get to my cell without me pissing myself! She thought. Her prayers were answered.
"In here," the guard said pointing to a cell door.
The cell was small with two single beds, a metal toilet at the end and nothing else. Sitting on one of the beds, wrapped in the bed's blankets, was a girl, at least five or six years younger than Maria, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two. She had short blond hair that had been roughly cut, but she was pretty with bright blue eyes and delicate features. The girl looked up as Maria was shoved in, she immediately pressed herself hard against the wall tucking her legs up under her chin in order to make herself as small as possible. The guard shouted some words in Russian to her, the girl nodded obediently, eyes full of fear. Then the door slammed shut.
"Hello?" the girl said still curled up in the corner of her bed.
