Pauline

The great warden had gone on ahead, and the other two girls were grouping about us, thus cutting off further promises. “Isn't it grand?” cried Anna.

'Isn't it just too lovely for words?” cried Nina.

'Wait until you've had a taste of the warden's giant cock!” cried Anna. “He'll be sure to take you to his bed! You're new to him, and he always falls hard for a new girl! Like it?'

'Wait until I've tried it, and then I'll report,” I answered. “Anyway, if it's as nice as I've heard, why shouldn't I like it?'

'You will! I've had it half a dozen times and I know! That's why he didn't diddle you here on the table; he's waiting until he gets you on his bed, and once he has you there, baby, you'll know the meaning of a good fucking!'

A few moments later we heard a whistle, and as this seemed to be the signal for us to come on, we trooped across the flagged floor and into the men's section of the great prison.

I'll never forget that experience! Think of being a prisoner in that dreadful place and having four stark-naked women stop before your cage and flirt outrageously with you! It was the most cruel thing I had ever seen-or been party to. Men, their eyes sticking almost out of their heads, stared at us as we wandered along the various corridors. Would you believe it, dear, there were men who had been incarcerated there for months, for years, without even so much as a peek at a woman? Would you believe it when I tell you that more than one of them openly masturbated right before our eyes? Would you believe it when I say that those three girls stood as close to them as was safe and allowed the scalding fluid to splash upon them as the prisoners ejaculated?

That is as true as the gospel, my friend.

Nor were the girls alone in their taunts. The guards, taking eagerly to this mode of torture, lent their lascivious aid by calling attention to our various charms, mine with the others. They were careful, however, not to let any of the caged brutes get their hands upon us.

Finally, having spent at least an hour touring the men's section of the prison, we entered a large room. This proved to be part of the women's section, though they were never allowed to enter this room unless called. The place sported a rug upon the floor and there were several easy chairs and two or three couches scattered about the place.

'Line up the women,” the warden said to one of the guards, “and march them in here in pairs!'

And so we waited for the parade of the younger girls. Since this would take several minutes, the guards and the warden made good use of their wait. Anna and Nina wasted little time in getting the two guards on the couches, while the great and handsome warden took both Bernice and myself upon his willing lap.

'Naughty old cunt-lapper!” she chided him, patting and caressing his cheeks. “Don't forget our bargain, you old pig! I'm to have a dozen girls-if your old musty jail can furnish that many-and for every one I choose, you have got to give me a fuck! Do you understand that, old Frog-Face!'

'You think I can't!” cried the warden. “Ho! Ho! You think I can't! No? Very well, half-nigger! I'll take you both! I'll ram your guts out! Ho! Ho! I'm as fresh as a newborn baby! I haven't had a woman today! Ho! Ho! You will see! Ho! Ho!'

The girls were led in and were as quickly led out again.

More were led in. Like the others, they were stark naked. Almost without stopping, they were led away. “What is it?” cried Bernice, pulling his shaggy hair. “What is this? Some kind of a new game? Where are the good- looking cunts? Bring on something with a little style! Something my clients will rave over! For a hundred rubles I should have queens, you old pig!'

And through it all, the warden laughed in uproarious gaiety. It was all very funny to him. Perhaps he was happy in the thought that he was to ravish me, a new woman to him, a blond like his dear Russians. More girls were led in. These were better, and Bernice beckoned to one; she was to remain; the others were dismissed.

Holding back, her eyes downcast, her hands trying to hide her charms, she was jerked in front of Bernice, and here she underwent a series of questions. Interested, I listened. Many of the questions were of a decidedly personal nature, but to them all, the girl nodded her head; she was willing to do anything, go anywhere, if only she could escape from that den of inequity. She was chosen as the first new inmate of Bernice's house of ill fame.

'You see!” cried the warden, pinching Bernice's nipples. “Ho! Ho! You see! One woman! One woman you choose! Gold! One hundred rubles and a fuck! Ho! Ho!'

Others were led in. They were all shapes and shades. It was a modern slave-market, where women and girls were chosen for their beauty and ability to please men-and women-for Bernice maintained a resort that was patronized by as many women as men.

Finally, after almost a hundred were led in, Bernice managed to get a full dozen; Japanese, Hungarians, Swedes, and Italians made up the quota, and only the most beautiful were chosen.

Then I made an announcement. Taking advantage of the warden's anxiety to have me, I said, “Do you suppose it would be possible for me to find a maid? I have none, you know.'

'Why not? Ho! Ho! Why not? A hundred rubles apiece! Ho! Ho!'

'But,” I said, kissing his cheek and carrying his hand between my legs, “you wouldn't charge me a hundred rubles, would you? Remember, you are to have me a little later.'

'Ho! Ho!” he cried, squeezing my breasts. “Ho! Ho! I have you already! You can't escape me! How can you? Ho! Ho! A hundred rubles and a fuck; that's the price! Take it or leave it!'

I saw the uselessness of trying to bargain with the brute. He must have his gold, and I was getting damn good and tired of his constant “Ho! Ho!'

'Let one of the guards take me through the women's wards,” I said. “We can save time that way, and you shall have me all the sooner.'

This, strangely enough, seemed to tickle his fancy, and I was allowed to wend my way through the prison. And here, stranger still, I found a girl who instantly took my eye. Calling her to one side, I questioned her. She was young, very beautiful, and quite shapely, and I wondered why Bernice hadn't seen her. Then, upon further questioning, I discovered that she was being reserved for a future date when she was to be whipped before a company of select women guests who were expected the following week. This I wheedled out of a reluctant guard.

When I asked him if I might take the girl to one of the tiny cells to question her further, he said, “And what do I get out of it, if I do?” There was a mean leer in his evil eye.

I said, “What do you want?'

He answered, “The warden has her picked for a little party, and he'd kill me if he knew, but the price is a fuck, young lady!'

'Done,” I said. “Shall it be now or later?'

'Now,” he said, “and a promise from you that you won't tell!'

It is needless to go into the details of it. Be it enough to say that in the very cell in which I was to hold a private interview with the girl, I submitted to the guard's embrace. Nor was I so dreadfully put out over it, either, for the guard proved quite capable of performing his duty in rather a pleasing manner.

A few moments later, I had the girl alone in the cell. Her name was Rose, and she stared at my nudity in ever-increasing wonder.

'Tell me, Rose,” I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her, “how would you like to be taken away from here and become my maid?'

Her eyes filled with tears, and it was some moments before she could answer, “Oh, madam, if you will take me away from this awful place I'll be your slave for life! I'll die for you!'

'You won't have to die for me, little dear. On the other hand, I might ask you to do strange things for me, but I'll never whip or abuse you. Do you think you could obey me in everything, Rose?'

'Oh, yes,” she cried, her eyes wide. “I'll do anything!'

'Anything?” I repeated, slipping my hand beneath her ragged skirt and patting her smooth flesh.

'Oh, I wouldn't care what you asked me to do. I would do anything! You are wealthy, and I'm sure that if you ask, they will let me go with you!'

She said this with so much meaning that I believed I couldn't be mistaken. “Will you do something for me, Rose?” I asked.

Nodding her eager approval, I said, “Will you take off your dress, little dear? I want to see you naked; just like I am!'