Actually, I had forgotten what day it was. Hard to keep track in the prison. I realized as I walked out of the dining area that women were being sorted into two groups, one to the right, and one to the left. This could only mean one thing, and it was my turn to be in the right group. This particular event took place only once monthly, and I had been in the left group last month, so it had been two months since I had the right group experience. I shuddered, as I knew the intensity and humiliation that was coming. There were three new girls in the group, including the black haired one from the breakfast experience. They huddled together as we were moved down the hallway and into a very large room. There were no windows in the room, only large ceiling fans, whirling softly, and forty padded tables. A very large, I should say huge, monitor was hanging on the wall. Each woman was told to stand by a table, then told to strip our tunics off and drop them on the floor. Next we had to get up and lie on the table. The soldiers came to each one of us, and strapped us down with the straps pulled up from underneath the table. The new women screamed as their hands were pulled apart, then their legs, as wide as they could go, and strapped down. Straps tightly fastened our hips, and also our necks, so we could not move, even an inch. We were close enough to easily see the women on either side of us, and we could look between our feet and see the woman at the next table in front of us, as the heads of our tables were raised slightly. I could look further away, and see the tables at the front of the row, even though it was some distance away. I had two of the new girls next to me, one on each side. They were now quiet, as we all were, though they kept looking over at me, their eyes pleading with me to tell them what was happening...but naturally I said nothing.
We were at the end of our row, so that meant seven others ahead of us, as each row was ten tables. The monitor blinked, then became a bright screen. Many of the soldiers were seated in chairs now, in one corner, as well as the warden, and any other dignitaries he invited. It was always crowded, no empty seats. Probably a hundred men all told.
Twelve soldiers approached, three to each first table. One held two devices, one a large silver bullet type thing, and the other was a odd looking device with multiple heads. The devices were put down for the moment, and each of the three men positioned themselves around the woman on their first table. All four of the first tables now had three men, one at the woman's head, one at her side, and one at her feet. The man at her head bent down, and pressed his lips to hers, gently at first, then more forcibly, entering her mouth with his tongue, and kissing her continuously. The second man grabbed her breasts, pulling, kneading, and tweaking her nipples, kissing and sucking on them. After about five minutes of this, all four women were beginning to moan deep in their throats, and even though they couldn't move their hips, we could see their thighs starting to tense and flex. Tears streamed down two of the women's cheeks, they were trying so hard to resist what was happening. But the soldiers never wavered, and never broke contact. The third soldiers then put their faces between the women's legs, and beginning kissing and licking their naked clits! The moans became deeper, and their breathing more and more rapid. The third soldiers stopped after about a minute, and picked up the silver bullets. Quickly they shoved them into four women's vaginas, and I know from experience those things were cold!!
The monitor flickered, then four pictures appeared. Very large pictures that looked like golden rings against a dark blue background. We could all see the rings, and the men in the corner were especially drawn to them, alternating between watching the rings and the women moaning on the tables. Once the bullets were in place, the third soldiers picked up the second device, and turned them on. They made rapid buzzing sounds, and begin vibrating slowly. Each head was a different shape, and some were softer, some harder. Slowly the vibrators were moved toward the four pussies, and then the softest and slowest heads were touched to each clit. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, and each of us couldn't help straining to watch. It didn't matter that you knew how humiliating it all was, to be forced to that point with so many people watching. We were drawn to it like bees to honey. Our own pussies began to get wet. The moans got louder, and the vibrator head was switched to a stronger one. The men gave almost a collective sigh, as a golden ring spasmed once. The golden rings were the reading being taken by the silver bullets, each time a pussy squeezed the bullet, the ring on the screen spasmed, giving a beautiful display of each woman's building orgasm! At first, each spasm was far apart, and light, but gradually they became more frequent, and stronger in color.
The soldiers at the women's heads stopped kissing them, and the women could now cry out, in shame and humiliation, but also intense pleasure they could not stop. The men in the chairs were enthralled by the rings, and we could hear flies unzipping, and see cocks being stroked, faster and faster in rhythm to the spasming rings on the screens. Our own pussies were now dripping, it was all so intense, almost unbearable, as the four women now screamed and the rings on the screen went crazy, exploding in rapid succession with orgasm. Several of the men roared as they came in unison with the women on the table, the wiser men held back, as they knew...the rest of us were still on the tables.
