After a several hours had passed (though I could not tell the time, as my watch had been confiscated, along with everything I possessed, and in any case my hands were cuffed behind me), I heard a key turning in the outside door, and my three captors returned. The wet patches on their uniforms -- under the sleeves, across their chests, round their crotches and down the cracks between their buttocks -- bore testimony to the incredible heat outside. Indeed, my entire shaved body was drenched in sweat... They entered, talking, smirking and looking over towards me, their eyes upon my nakedness, which, being handcuffed, I was unable to hide...
The inspector had a bunch of papers in his hand, which he threw down on the small table. He motioned for his two colleagues to bring me out of the cell. They unlocked the barred door, looking over in the direction of the bucket -- they smirked as they saw that its contents had been completely emptied... They pulled me roughly towards the seated inspector, to stand in front of the table...
"You will be taken to another prison, where you will wait until your case is heard by the magistrate. We take you there now! We have informed your embassy, and someone will be present when you are in court. You may speak to that person after you have been sentenced!..." Sentenced? But I had done nothing wrong except drive my car a bit too fast -- surely it would be simple a matter of a fine, and then I could be on my way? This word `sentenced' was very sinister...
"When will my case be heard?" I asked. The inspector merely shrugged his shoulders, and the other two smirked again.
The inspector got up from the table and turned towards the door, the trousers of his uniform sticking to his big, sweaty arse. He opened the door, and the other two cops gripped me firmly by my handcuffed arms and marched me towards it: naked as I was, they marched me out to the police car outside and unceremoniously threw me in the back seat. They got in and sat on either side of me, joined by the inspector in the front passenger seat (another cop was driving).
We drove off along a bumpy country road. After a time, the cop sitting on my left began idly to play with my shaved dick, looking out of the window at the same time. The driver looked towards me from time to time in his rear-view mirror. I was so tired I could not resist as the cop's hand brought my cock to a full erection. All I could do was sit there, embarrassed as hell, but unresisting. The cop on my right looked down at my stiff cock and said something to the others in his own language which I did not understand. The inspector looked round at me, then down at my cock, smiled and said something which made them all laugh. I'm sure I blushed, but I was too exhausted to care by now. It was outrageous that they should treat a foreign national, a prisoner, in this way. But handcuffed and naked, in the middle of nowhere, I was in no position to resist. At least the embassy knew about me, so all was not lost...
The stink of male sweat in the small car became overpowering as we bumped along rough roads, but it was a smell I was growing used to...
After what seemed an eternity, we arrived at the outskirts of a small, grim concrete building with a barbed wire fence around it: there were no other houses in the vicinity, hardly even a tree -- just rocks and more rocks. Clearly, this was a prison...
My heart began to beat faster -- God only knew what they would do to me here...
Our car drove up to the main gate, which was opened by a guard who looked inside briefly to check the occupants. Of course, I was sitting there naked between my two captors with my cock still stiff from their activities: I was embarrassed as hell and did not dare to look up at the guard, but he put a hand through the window and lifted my face to see who the new prisoner was. He looked me straight in the eye, then down at my cock, then back again and smirked.
The car drove into the compound, past what was obviously the exercise yard -- in which I was astonished to see about a hundred prisoners milling around, all naked and shaved as I was. When we arrived at the entrance, they all pressed up to the fence to see who the new prisoner was. I was hauled out of the car (my cock still had not gone down) and they all looked at me. In embarrassment at exposing my erection to them, I turned my back to them, realising too late that they would see the dark stripes on my buttocks from the caning the inspector had given me. Some of them whistled at me... I was marched inside -- at least it was a bit cooler in here, out of the baking sun. My papers were quickly processed and I was marched to the cells.
The inspector spoke: "The prisoners outside have already been sentenced. You will go to a cell for prisoners waiting for their cases to be heard..."
We approached that cell and an incredible sight beheld me: only bars separated us from them, and they were all naked and shaved as I was -- but there were so many of them that there was no room to sit, much less lie down. Their sweaty bodies were pressed together, so that they had to lean on each other in order to rest. I was terrified as a guard unlocked to the door and the inspector pushed me in. I waited for him to unlock my handcuffs, but he did not...
In panic, I turned to face him and said "Please... release me, don't... leave me here in handcuffs..." There were tears in my eyes as I pleaded with him, but he just smiled.
He spoke: "You will be called tomorrow morning -- make sure you are here, at the door, or your case will be delayed..." And with that, he closed the door, which was then locked by the guard.
Suddenly, hands began grabbing me and pulling me back into the group of sweaty, naked prisoners. I continued to plead with the inspector with my eyes, but he gradually disappeared from view as the men closed round me. I was defenceless as their hands began feeling me, twisting my nipples painfully, hefting my cock and balls and sticking fingers up my hole. Clearly, I was going to be raped by the whole bloody lot of them, and the prospect terrified me. With my hands behind me, locked in the handcuffs, I would not be able to defend myself, so all I could do was make the horrors that awaited me as painless as possible, by just taking what was coming to me without resisting...
I guessed there were about twenty of them -- sweaty, unwashed, naked and shaved as I was -- and hungry for fresh meat...
I was pushed to the floor on my back, on the only bit of space left in the crowded cell: one of them squatted down over my face, kneeling on either side of my shoulders and spreading his stinking arse over my mouth and nose to shut me up while he pulled up my legs to open my hole for the first invasion... A hard cock was brutally shoved into my defenceless shithole, but my scream was lost in the shitty hole that covered my mouth... With my hands cuffed behind me painfully under my back, the rape continued, fast and brutally, my groans and screams lost in the filthy hole that covered my open mouth. Farts occasionally erupted from that hole, filling my mouth and nose with unbelievable stink. I wanted to throw up, but I had had nothing to eat all day, so nothing came up. The man who sat on my face laughed as he farted, as did some of the others standing around me... The cock in my hole shot its load, and was roughly pulled out, soon to be replaced by another, and another...
Suddenly, after the third ejaculation up my shithole, the face-sitter got up, pulled me to my feet, turned me round to face the horny, shaved prisoners around me for a brief moment, then bent me over, holding me by my handcuffed hands... He shoved his own cock into my hole then, pushing me backwards and forwards by my cuffed wrists. If he let go, I would crash to the floor, so I was totally dependent on his holding me firmly -- which he did, and I was at least thankful for that.
I lost count of the number of times I was raped, but I guess every single one of those stinking, sweaty prisoners shot his load up my hole or down my throat. There must have been thirty or forty of them... The horror lasted for hours, but eventually when everyone had fucked the shit out of me, they released their grip on me. I stood up painfully, shit and spunk oozing out of my hole down my legs... I looked them in the eye, but they just sniggered at me. The cell was so cramped, even standing up our bodies were pushed together. I could not lie or sit to rest, but someone held me as I was about to collapse from exhaustion and pain. I leaned back against his sweaty body, grateful for something to lean on...
I felt his cock harden between my battered buttocks, but was beyond caring now: I did not resist as it found its way into my spunky hole, even leaning back against him to make it easier for him to penetrate me... My legs were now so weak I could hardly stand up anyway, and I rested my head back on his shoulder. He toyed with my nipples painfully and I groaned, but just seemed to excite him more...
Eventually he ejaculated, but did not withdraw his cock from my hole, so I just stood there, leaning against him for support. Other bodies, sweaty and stinking, were pressed against us, since there was no room to sit or lie -- every prisoner just had to lean on everyone else for support.
With my head leaning back on my fucker's shoulder, I closed my eyes and dozed wearily, his cock still inside me...
It was inevitable: after a time, he needed a piss -- but working his way through the heaving mass of naked, sweaty prisoners was too much trouble, so he just let go up my shithole. I felt my guts filling with his hot piss, and inevitably it began to dribble out, down my legs, forming a puddle on the floor round our feet. But I, like him and the others, was past caring: we were pigs in a sty, I had grown used to the stink of their sweat, piss, farts and shitty arses, so what did a bit of piss matter? Leaning with the back of my head on his shoulder, I turned awkwardly to look at his face... He had a scar through his right eyebrow, and his nose had been broken -- clearly, he had come from a very violent background, where brutality was the everyday norm for him... He turned to look at me as the last of his piss was squirting into my hole -- and grabbing my face with his right hand (I was leaning on his left shoulder), he kissed me savagely on the lips, pushing his big fat tongue into my mouth and filling it. This one act of kindness (if you could call it that) seemed so strangely beautiful, I found I could not resist him, but sucked on his tongue and swallowed his saliva thirstily. I was ashamed of myself, but felt that since I would be released next day, it wouldn't matter -- he could possess me for the next few hours, and I would belong to him for the night...
Hours passed like this, with me dozing fitfully leaning against his massive body, till I awoke and saw the grey streaks of dawn filter through the small, high window of our cell...
I felt his cock harden inside me again -- but this time he did not fuck me, but pulled it out, turned me round and pushed me to my knees in front of him (rather difficult, given the cramped space there was to do this in). He pulled down my jaw and stuck his cock, now stinking of my shithole and his piss and the spunk of the others who had raped me, into my mouth. I knew what was expected of me, and sucked dutifully, licking down the shaft to his balls, which I also licked clean (they were sweaty and spunky). He lifted up his balls so I could get my tongue underneath them: he was very excited now, breathing heavily, and suddenly he turned round and pulled my face into his stinking crack. I tried to pull away, but another pair of hands held my head fast from behind me and pushed it into his sweaty, shitty hole. His hands were now free to grab my helpless nipples and pull on them hard, so that it would be difficult and painful for me to pull my face away from its stinking prison. A few more painful tugs on my nipples and I knew what he wanted: slowly, I pushed my tongue into his shit-chute, tasting the bitterness of his last crap (of course, the hole wasn't clean, since there were no luxuries like toilet paper in this hell-hole). I was no match for his heavy, muscular body (indeed, all the shaved and naked prisoners were of peasant stock, used to heavy work from childhood, so even if I had not been handcuffed I would have been no match for them if I had tried to resist their assaults). He had shown tenderness towards me by kissing me, so all I could do was return the compliment by pushing my tongue into his shithole. This was an act of tenderness on my part, which somehow I found fitting -- he had taken possession of me, and I would belong to him for a night...
As I looked up over the mounds of his big buttocks, I could see that his back was scarred, and the scars were fairly fresh (not more than a week old, I estimated) -- clearly, he had been flogged recently (flogging was frequently given as a punishment in this country, since prison facilities were obviously very limited). As I licked his hole dutifully, almost lovingly, I wondered what he had done to deserve the flogging. In fact, I had seen the whipping-post in the middle of the exercise yard... I then began to wonder if that would be my sentence -- to be flogged and sent on my way... My thoughts were interrupted by a big fart which filled my mouth and nose: the man behind me who held my head in its stinking prison laughed -- but did not release his grip. The man who had kissed me was now farting into my face, but I could do nothing but accept this degradation, and breathed in the foul stench of his bowels. I pushed my tongue once more into his hole to show my acceptance, and he let out a low growl of pleasure as I did so...
Suddenly, he released my tits, turned round, looked down at me and pulled me up to my feet. Grabbing my tits painfully once more, he pulled me to my tiptoes and kissed me again, filling my mouth once more with his big fat tongue, and once more I sucked on his tongue, swallowing the copious amounts of saliva that now dribbled into my mouth...
End of Part 2.