4
Special Guest Appearance
The first sign that the day would be different to the two hundred days they had already spent in Harmon County Prison came when the three prisoners were woken an hour earlier than their usual time of seven thirty. The eastern sky was barely light when they stepped out into the courtyard to find a van parked by the gates. They sat, shivering in their chains on the cold metal seats, for nearly an hour before the van finally rolled through the gates for their first sight of the clothed and respectable world of ordinary people they had left behind when they lay on the grass before the statue seven brutal months before.
After just ten minutes the van drew to a halt outside a high wall. The prisoners were hauled from their seats and led through a doorway into a luxurious garden, brimming with fragrant flowers. At the far end of the lawn, beyond the swimming pool, stood an opulent villa decorated with Italian arches. By the pool stood a naked man, his hands bound to a collar, sporting a magnificent erection. As they drew nearer the prisoners and the guards could not avert their eyes from the enormous member extending from his groin. A blonde woman in pink shorts, a white polo shirt and sunglasses came to stand beside the naked man, taking hold of his erect organ.
"Ladies, may I introduce Ramon Hernandez, renowned porn star and, sadly for him, convicted drug mule. The girls at Houston International Customs thought it was Christmas when young Ramon dropped a package from his pants in the Arrivals hall. They had to remove all his clothing and found, well, let's say a pleasant surprise. Did you know that they interrogated him for more than eighteen hours before reporting the find to the DEA? Not surprising when you consider that Ramon has made more than fifty porn movies, so he knows how to please a lady. The answer to your question, girls, is seventeen and a quarter inches, or forty four centimetres. That's nearly half a yard of solid entertainment."
The blonde in the sunglasses was stroking Ramon's huge cock throughout her speech, running her fingers back and forth along the shaft and caressing the glistening bulbous helmet. Ramon thrust his hips back and forth, sending his foreskin against the woman's palm, but his blank expression never changed, even as she leant down to lick the broad shaft of his penis.
A man in his forties with a distinguished greying beard appeared from the house to speak in soft Hispanic tones to the woman.
"Now Sasha, I don't think you can keep Ramon to yourself. The governor said we could only keep him for twenty four hours. I am sure these young ladies would like to become better acquainted with Ramon and his impressive equipment. But first." He turned and spoke in Spanish to the man beside him. He nodded and led Ramon into the house.
"Now, let's see what Miss De Bois has brought to this party." He beckoned the girls forward and they stood by the pool, legs apart and thrusting their hips forward in their customary 'display' posture. They turned around and bent over whilst he examined each anus and vagina. The blonde stood over the prisoners and prised apart their buttocks.
"There's a lot of wear and tear, but we've enough foundation to hide the marks. They've had one rather careless owner since I last saw these pussies."
"I'm not sure our guests have recognised you, Sasha."
Sasha removed her sunglasses, and the three prisoners saw Jake Tar's assistant, Sandra.
"I thought Sasha sounded more ... artistic. How are you enjoying your new life in Harmon Prison? From the look of your pussies and arseholes, you've been busy girls."
The guards joined the chorus of laughter from the assembled film crew.
"Blonde bitch." Mandy looked up from the ground. "Do you know what's going to happen to you?" She shook her head and looked down.
"No Mistress."
"You're going to be raped. Raped in your arse and your pussy. Time and time again. Ramon inside is getting a needle up his balls that will keep him as hard as a rock. He'll ride you like dogs. Hour after hour. Every hole. Time and time again. Senor Ceballos' speciality is rape movies, brutal fuck films. No plot, no dialogue, just hours of savage sex. We intend to make a lot of money today raping your cunt and your arsehole. So, let's not waste any more time. Hector." The girls were led away to the villa's garage to be scrubbed clean and dressed in lingerie for the opening scene.
As Sasha promised, for the next twelve hours the prisoners were sodomised, abused, raped, stretched and pumped beneath the Texas sun. When the stench from their sweating bodies become overpowering they would be taken to the garage to be washed with hoses before returning for another session of violation, humiliation and painful sexual abuse. In the rare moments when the cameras were silent the prison guards worked Ramon's massive rod while the prisoners' holes entertained the film crew.
By seven o'clock the light was fading and the director ended the session. The day concluded with a last round of coffees and sweets on the terrace for the crew while the prisoners were given biscuits and water on the lawn. Ramon had been taken inside to prepare for his performance at a local dinner party while the women lay on the grass in their chains, exhausted from twelve hours of constant sexual abuse.
The back door of the villa opened and Sheriff Ortiz stepped onto the lawn. The three prisoners shuddered at the sight of the sheriff in her shades and black leather boots.
"Have our bitches worked hard today?" she asked Sasha.
"I must say that they have been very ... obliging." Both women smiled as they looked down on the women, covered in sweat with their holes raw from a day of savage sex.
One of the guards informed Ortiz that the prison van was delayed and would not arrive for a further ten minutes.
