This is a tale of a women's prison camp deep in the South American jungle... it just might be the nastiest place on Earth...

Laura was a pretty girl. She was 20, weighed about 110 pounds, she was a cheerleader, a good all American girl. She loved life, was in college and was aspiring towards a good career, a good life. That all ended when she got a DUI driving home from a party. Her parents never knew where she went, or where she was being taken. She might never get to talk to them again. She was oblivious to the horror and discomfort she was about to bare with all of the other girls with her. She was one of those preppy girls who always went shopping and whom daddy bought everything she wanted. Now she was going to be stripped of everything she ever had.

Laura was one of many girls who were put on an overcrowded bus that drove for three days through the steaming, humid, nasty jungle. The girls were so cramped up they were practically sweating on each other. Pure misery, especially for Laura who was used to the comfortable life and air conditioning. The stench was fairly putrid, but it would only get worse. The girls were all in their street clothes right now, and when they entered the camp they would be given uniforms. We will be introduced to several of the girls soon.

Their uniform was very simple. A gray tshirt. Grey short shorts. A pair of socks. A pair of shoes. One pair of underwear, white booty shorts. The uniform came in 3 sizes, small, medium and large. The small was tiny, the medium was small, and the large was not much bigger, so if a fat girl came in(which there are a couple), their clothes would be extremely tight. The shorts would be constantly up their ass and the underwear way too tight. The girls did not get to pick their uniforms, they were assigned. The worst part about the uniform was that that was all they got. They would be expected to wear it for their duration or stay in the camp. No tampons. No spare underwear. No fresh socks. No deodorant...not even a fucking towel or rag.

to be continued...

Jungle Jail for Her Part 2

The bus was miserable. The windows were caged, so there was only very small amounts of fresh air to enjoy. The stench in the bus was growing with each passing mile. There was no bathroom, so twice a day the girls were let out one by one to relieve themselves in a bucket that got passed around and dumped out the back when full. There was no air conditioning in the bus, so due to the tropical climate, temperatures remained at around 105-110 degrees. There were 20 seats, two girls per seat , while a few seats held 3 unlucky ones. Most of the girls were gasping for air and coughing, not being able to wait to get out of this hellhole bus. Little do they know that their suffering would only grow in magnitude and would push their spirits and bodies to the breaking point. Laura was already questioning whether she would ever make it out alive.

"Oh my god, I feel like I'm going to pass out." gasped Laura. She couldn't even wipe her face which had been sweating profusely for the day. Both of her hands were locked in handcuffs at the bottom of the seat. Sweat rolled off her body, down her face and back and front. She tried to rest her head on the back of the seat, just trying to get comfortable. Just trying to bare the unbearable. The girl next to her, Jessica noticed her struggle.

"Just remember to breath... calm down." Jessica told her. Jessica was a good girl from an Italian family. She didn't look Italian, but she was still quite beautiful although covered in sweat and sweat stains. She was about 120 lbs, 6 foot, brown dark hair, pale complection. She wasn't a big girl, but she was not a skinny thing either. "I'm Jessica by the way."

"I'm Laura... I can't do this, I need air!" She was starting to panic, it was obvious. Her face was red, beads of sweat breaking out of it, rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't worry, we are going to be there later this day." Jessica shifted in her seat. "If any of us are going to make it through this, we have to stick together."

"I know, I just feel like I'm going to pass out... and I have to go to the bathroom again..." Laura wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to sweating her ass off, she wasn't used to stinking, and she wasn't used to these close quarters. At least at cheer camp she had showers twice a day and spare clothes. This was awful.

She did need to go to the bathroom again, but was too bashful to just do it in front of every girl there. Fuck it, they have to do the same thing. She peed in the bucket everytime she was allowed, but this time she needed to defecate. This was so bad.

"Well they are going to pass the bucket around here soon I think." Jessica tried to console her. She rubbed the side of her head against Laura's cheek. Laura started sobbing.

"I need to go poop... and I need some fucking toilet paper to do it, this is insane..." Laura sobbed. She was taking it hard. Harder than the other girls, but she was a spoiled brat from a rich family.

"Here's what you do... when you go, take your underwear off that you are wearing now and wipe with it. We're going to be getting uniforms when we get there anyway, so you might as well. They burn our clothes. So wipe with your socks and undies, that's what I did the other day."

"How do you know all this?" Laura asked. She knew she should stick by this girl, she seemed like a tough broad.

"Cause I escaped there once and they are shipping me back."

"You got any advice?"

"Yeah. Drink a lotta water when they give it to you. Take advantage of every break they give you, cause your gonna be working in the sun from daybreak to sundown. It gets about to be 100 degrees plus the humidity, so you need to stay focussed and hydrated. They'll give you one bathroom break a day, so make use of it. Take your clothes off at night when you sleep so your skin can breath and they don't get mouldy... obey the guards or they'll punish you... I don't know what other advice to give."

Laura was terrified, especially now. She had never done a day of hard work in her whole life, especially not in the jungle heat.
"What do you mean punish?"

Jessica shrugged. "Oh it varies, it just depends on what kind of a mood the guards are in, cause they are miserable here too. No one likes it, but they are not as half as miserable as us. They enjoy making our lives a living hell."

Just then Laura got a big stomach cramp and farted. You couldn't even smell it, as the smell of sweat and body odor was so prevalent around them. Soon enough, she got her wish and the guards started unlocking girls one by one to use the bucket. They just squatted over it and did their business and got locked back into their seats. Laura looked around and saw a girl across the aisle from her hunched over, trying to hold her stomach, something which her shackles would not permit. She looked like she was in some intense pain.

Well at least I'm not as bad off as she is, Laura thought to herself. The girl was probably about 19, 20 years old. Her name was Abby, and she was fairly gorgeous, even in her dirty, sweaty state. Laura could still recognize her beauty and soon felt remorse for all who were subjected to this hell. She was blond, and had a beautiful face and lean figure, something in which years of athletics have helped develop. Despite her obvious stomach cramps, her, Laura and Jessica were in the back of the bus and were going to be last. This was bad, not only because they have been holding their bladders and sweaty assholes for hours, but the bucket would be full of all the other girls waste from in front of them.

Suddenly without warning, Abby started gagging. She learned her head forward and quickly vomitted all over the floor in front of her. Other girls yelled in disgust and repulsion. She laid her head back, semi-relieved. A guard came up to her quickly.

"Can't wait your turn to get sick in the bucket, huh? Now we all have to drive the rest of the way with your puke rolling around the bus. No bucket break for you little girl." And he walked up to Jessica and Laura to unlock them.

Abby was furious, shocked, suprised and in extreme pain. "You can't! Please, don't do that, I have an emergency... I'm sick." Her face was beat red, not so much from embarrassment, but from the sticky heat that surrounded the prisoners.

"You should have thought of that before you lost your food all over the floor... you can go at the first bathroom break at camp... we'll be there in about 5-6 hours."

"You don't understand... I'm sick. My stomach is killing me, I think I have diarrhea." She was pleading with him. Several times in the course of the day she had farted and had to hold it back. She wanted to relieve the pressure, but it was too dangerous. It was definitely diarrhea and on it's way out.

"Tell someone who cares." The guard said while Jessica peed into the 3/4 full waste bucket. He then locked her back up. Laura was next.

She thought about asking the guard if she could trade bucket breaks for Abby, who seemed desperate and in pain. However, Laura decided against it in case he revoked her privilege as well for no good reason. You can't reason with this guy she thought. She pulled down her gym shorts and squatted over the bucket. She saw what was in it, gagged but caught herself. The smell came up from between her squatted legs, but she blocked it out.

"Let's go, we don't have all day." The guard sneered. Just then Laura pushed and a long turd came crackling out of her sweaty ass and coiled itself like a black snake in the putrid bucket. She wiped with her underwear, some pale blue granny panties. She was thanking God she wore those, because she usually wore thongs. And a thong would not have worked as well as her granny panties did, they got her butthole as clean as it could get for now. She threw them in the bucket and the guard had the last girl who used the bucket to dump it out the back.

Laura rested her head and tried to drift off to sleep for awhile. Suddenly she awoke to a scream and a set of genuine tears. It was the girl across from the aisle from her, Abby.

"Ohhhhhh noooooo!" She burst into tears. Her seatmate tried to scoot the other way but was hindered due to the shackles. Everyone around her heard a crackling sound with various farts and stomach noises. The crackling went on several seconds. Then came the stench. Abby just had the diarrhea she had been holding since early morning. She felt relieved and disgusted at the same time, not knowing whether to hold back and feel the relief or hold it in so she wouldn't have to sit in her shit for the duration of the journey.

Laura and Jessica started coughing, Laura was gagging. She tried to control her gag reflex. She couldn't help but look at Abby, who was now crying. Everyone around her could smell the shit, which made it's way through every nose on the bus. Liquid shit was dripping down her legs into her shoes and socks. It was mostly contained in the crotch of her expensive jean shorts, but it flowed where gravity wanted it to. Abby was crying softly to herself, her stomach still turning in knots.

Laura buried her head into the shoulder of Jessica, her new and only friend. She could taste the sweat of Jessica and smell the soft stench of her armpits. Fuck it, I'd rather smell her armpits than smell that girl's shit over there. How I'm going to make it through all this, I have no idea.

Wow.

Good show.

Jungle Jail for Her Part 3

The bus finally pulled into the camp. The time was about 4 in the afternoon, finally past the brutal heat wave of early and midday. It had been driving for 3 long, hot, humid days through the dense jungle; they had finally arrived. The scarce amount of fresh air had been taken up by the sweaty stench of the girls and Abby's unfortunate accident. Laura was ready to get off of the bus and get some air. Jessica was not, as she knew what was in it for them. The guard walked off of the bus to meet up with his comrades outside waiting. They looked like they were enjoying themselves, laughing it up, making crude jokes about the prisoners. The girls waited patiently despite their misery.

"Well what the hell are they waiting for?" Laura gasped. The air ceased to comfort them since the bus was not mobile. Now it was hot and stagnant. She shifted in her chains.

"They know we are not going anywhere... I don't know." Jessica said softly. She hoped they would not remember her escape. She needed some water pretty badly. She knew Laura would need it. She was ready to settle in their new homes. They both could still hear the cries of Abby, the girl across from them.

"I need to clean up damnit... I can't do this... I'm fucking sick!" She wailed. No one except the prisoners on the bus heard. Her seatmate, Katie was still trying to keep her distance from Abby as much as she could. Despite her best efforts, a few drops of feces had made their way towards her side. Katie looked pissed off.

"How about you shut the fuck up and stay on your side! You got fucking shit on me bitch and I'm about to kick your ass when we get off this fucking bus. Sick or not sick." Katie was furious. Katie was one of those girls who had twenty pairs of every type of clothes you could have. She only wore thongs because he ass was gigantic. She was in her early twenties, busted for pot possession over an ounce. She was a clean freak. Health food freak. Bottled water freak.

Katie was also going to get botox shots in her armpits to help her problem with pit stains, but she never got around to it. She wished she had got it, because she has bad sweating problems. Really bad. As of now, her face was covered in grease, her hair was slicked back with natural grease, and her back covered in sweat. Pit stains galore. Back sweat. Back sweat rolling down her back down her asscrack and down her thong. It would only get worse.

"Why don't you leave her alone, can't you see she's sick and had an accident?" Laura said. She felt someone had to stick up for the poor girl. She didn't want to have diarrhea and completely soil her poor self.

"Why don't you mind your own fucking business preppy." Katie snarled. Katie was miserable like everyone else, but she felt that she was entitled to something more. In other words, she was better than everyone else.

Laura backed down. She couldn't fight here, they had to stick together. She tried to get some more sleep, although it wasn't really sleep. Just sitting there with your eyes closed while sweat dripped down your brow and sank into your eyes, making you open them and try to shake it off your head.

Soon Abby started moaning again. "Bathroom... I have to go... I need to clean up..."

Jessica looked at Abby. "Just let go if you have to. No sense in holding it in. You already shit yourself, your gonna get a uniform here shortly." Hesitantly, Abby let go again. This time it was less than the first but the smell returned with a new vengeance. 30 minutes later, the guards got back on the bus and started unlocking the girls. They made them stand at attention outside. Abby was hunched over, her stomach still making turns. No one wanted to stand by her.

The head guard stood, watching the girls for about 3 minutes before he spoke. "You are property of us now. This is a labor camp. There is nothing sugar coated here, you are all criminals, enemies of the state."

My God, Laura thought. How am I gonna make it through this? I am so miserable. The sun is so hot right now and I haven't even been here an hour. My asshole itches. I stink. I'm thirsty. I need a change of clothes or I'm gonna go insane.

Jessica was thinking as well. I hope they don't recognize me as the one who escaped. I'll just escape again later on. They cant keep me here, I'd rather die. Man, I don't know if Laura will even make it one day at work, she seems like she's suffering. I'll have to keep an eye on her. She looked at Abby, all the way down the line. Abby was shaking, pouring sweat like everyone else. Shit was dripping down her legs into her shoes, she was slightly hunched over. You could tell she was still sick.

The head guard: "...You will work here, from daybreak until sundown. If you work well, you will receive food and water and bathroom breaks. If you do not, you will be punished severely and made to work anyway... Obey all guards... there is no escape from here, so get the idea out of your heads. You will be given uniforms. You will wear them everyday, all day. At night you may remove them, but you will be checked each morning to make sure you are wearing every article of clothing we have provided you. You will, or you will be punished. There is no luxuries here, you are prisoners. That means no showers. No fresh clothes. No fresh underwear. No towels. No rags. No deodorant. No tampons, no nothing. No toothpaste. No soap. No toilet paper. What you get today if what you will have one year from now and past that."

He ordered them to strip. They threw their clothes in front of them. It was a relief to take off their soaking wet street clothes. A few girls used their shirts and shorts to wipe their faces, pits, asses, necks. Laura watched as Abby pulled down her jean shorts. They were filled with shit the consistency of chili, and it was spilling out as she took them off. She used her socks and shirt to wipe herself the best she could, which, without some soap and water was not very good. The girls were given their uniforms.

The uniforms were gray. A gray tshirt. A pair of gray short shorts. Some white booty shorts that act as underwear. A pair of white socks. A pair of shoes. The girls put their uniforms on, and soon found them to be quite tight and not comfortable.

The shorts rode up their asses, forcing their underwear to do the same. The shirts were too tight. Katie's shorts were especially tight, her ass was practically falling out of it. Abby's underwear already was stained since she couldn't clean herself properly. Jessica, being a big girl but not too big found the uniform tighter than last time. However, Jessica knew this would be the most comfortable the uniforms would get. Laura didn't know what to think yet, except that she was miserable. The girls were led to their cells.

The cells had four beds in it. There was not much other room in the cell. There was a bucket at one end for the bathroom. There was another bucket of water, halfway full to drink from. It was only for drinking water, and would be refilled every other day, just to make sure the girls weren't using it to clean themselves. There was a steel door with no bars, just solid steel. The only fresh air that entered the cell came from a window that was the size of a piece of notebook paper. It was bared.

Eight girls per cell. Two girls per bed. There were no pillows or blankets, the beds were metal. The temperature in the cells during the day time would usually reach between 110-120 degrees. Nighttime was a little milder, it was about 85-95. They had no need for blankets or sheets, as the girls would usually sweat profusely the whole time they tried to sleep.

Laura was ecstatic at the fact that Jessica, her only friend and ally was going to be in her cell with her. Although they were along with 6 other stinking, smelly, greasy girls, she was very grateful. Katie and Abby were in there too. Laura knew this was a place where things could go from bad to worse.

"Well this is our new home." Jessica sighed. "You can sleep with me if you want to. And trust me, you want to try to sleep soon, cause their gonna start working us hard and early tomorrow." When Jessica said this, Abby went over to the bucket, pulled her shorts and panties down and experienced more diarrhea. Abby buried her face in her hands. The putrid smell attacked the girls senses, and lingered in the hot cell.

Laura was shocked to find no blankets or covers, not that she was going to use them to cover up. She needed them to use to wipe the sweat, grease and grime from her face and body and clean her asshole, but now that plan was shot. "I can't sleep like this, I'm so hot... I need air." She took her clothes off except for her white underwear, which was already showing yellow damage from excessive crotch and ass sweat. The other girls followed, some of their underwear worse off than others. Abby's was the worse, with giant shit marks in it and a little semi-dried shit on her legs.

Abby tried to climb in the bed with Katie, but Katie held her arm up. "Your not sleeping with me. You go on the floor."

"C'mon, I'm done, I'm so tired..." Abby pleaded. Poor girl.

"No. Sleep on the floor or with someone else. I doubt anyone would wanna sleep with you and your shit panties anyway. Would you want to?"

Abby laid herself down next to the two buckets and soon fell into a dirty, sweaty slumber. They all needed it.

Laura started gagging again, not only at the thought of someone having diarrhea 3 or 4 feet from them, but also from the stench. The little window did not help at all. "Jess, I can't do this..."

"Don't worry about it... You'll be fine, just go to sleep." Jessica laid next to Laura and started rubbing her sweaty back ever so lightly, barely touching it. She kept saying "you'll be fine... it's okay... it's okay..." Soon Laura got to sleep and Jessica followed. This place was hell, and subconsciously, despite what Jessica had said, both of them knew that they were very far from okay. Very very far.

to be continued...

You know, the only problem with these stories is that you dudes ALWAYS fucking get the weight on these poor girls right. If you are six foot tall, and "not small, but not big", then you aren't gonna be any 120 pounds. 120 lbs on a six-foot frame is fucking emaciated. That chick, after working in the hot sun, would be about 150 of muscle...

but that's the only complaint.

Jungle Jail for Her Part 4

Laura awoke about one hour before the alarm sounded. She slept good, really good considering the circumstances. Jessica still seemed like she was asleep next to her, so Laura couldn't get up. She had to stay put, which was alright with her for the time being. She did not realize that this would be the most down time she would get all day. She looked at Jessica. She seemed to be sound asleep, or she was just trying to be asleep. Her eyes were closed. Beads of sweat were covering her, but she was sleeping like an angel. Laura needed to pee, but she was not about to wake her silent sleeping comrade.

Light had made its way into the stinking cell via the small window. The time was about 7 in the morning. The musical sounds of the jungle were clearly audible. The heat was rising, soon to be at its peak at noon. Katie rolled over in her bed towards the wall. She was the only one to have a bed to herself. She was sweating profusely, although she appeared to be sound asleep. Her back sweat was just as bad as the night before, her whole backside wet, stuck to her back. At least I don't have to sleep with her sweaty ass, Laura thought.

Abby was still asleep by the two buckets. She was in the fetal position, her head resting on her arms. She wasn't sweating as bad as Katie, but she still looked miserable. She had a brown stain down her buttcrack that you could see on her grey shorts, from not being able to clean up after her accident. She made due the best she could and and had more diarrhea that night. She experienced that on the bucket, but there being nothing to wipe with, so her asshole was a little sore.

Erin and Mackenzie shared a bed. Erin was 20. Mackenzie was 22. Erin got busted for shoplifting, she got caught with a bag of expensive undergarments and sent here. She was a good thief until she got caught. Mackenzie was drunk one night, hit a car, drove home, and got arrested the next day after being traced.

Erin was definitely not the girl for this. For one thing, her complection was quite pale, and she would burn easilly in the sun. She was petite and mannerly. She also hated filth, dirt and grime of any kind. She took two, sometimes three showers a day before this happened. She had to be clean.

Mackenzie was a rich little girl who couldn't buy her way out of trouble. She was spoiled rotten, and I mean rotten. She had everything she ever wanted. She wasn't as small as Erin, she had more meat on her. She was a soccer player and was used to work and extreme heat, but not on the scale she was about to experience. Mackenzie also has been known to have a weak stomach. She has been known to have soft bowel movements and occasional diarrhea. She used to have to watch what she ate, but here she has no choice.

Jessica finally woke up. "How did you sleep?" She asked while wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"Pretty good considering the circumstances." Laura said. She could smell herself, or Jessica. She couldn't tell who's odor it was.

"Good, you'll need it. Now listen to me closely. They are going to work us until we drop, so you need to do this. Drink as much water as possible. Don't piss until you have to. Piss and shit now if you can, cause you only get one break during the day. When they watch you, work your ass off. They'll look for every excuse they can to punish you. Just stay by me."

Right then Abby awoke, startled. She leaned up, forgetting where she was for a moment, then remembered. She layed back down. Jessica got up to use the bucket. "Sorry, I'm Jessica. You can lay on my bed for now if you want. You'll need the rest."

"Thanks, I'm Abby. I think I will." She sat on the bed and layed back. Laura, still in her spot would never have let a girl who shit herself and not showered lay next to her four days ago, back home. Here, she felt genuine sympathy. They listened to Jessica piss. The air was getting hotter, more stale.

"Drink up, you'll need it." Jessica said. The girls started throwing water into their mouths and using the bathroom one by one. "You were pretty sick yesterday." Jessica said to Abby.

"Yeah, I don't know what happened, it must have been the food. I was holding it all day and it just happened. I feel a lot better now. Except I need a shower."

"We all do girl." Jessica said. Katie was on the toilet and farting real loud.

"I hope you get what I got." Abby snarled. Katie gave her the finger. Katie really did have a sweating problem. Suddenly the alarm sounded. Guards came by to open the doors, which had already gotten hot as hell from the morning sun.

"We gotta get outside and assemble or they are going to punish us, come on!" Jessica said. She knew the routine all too well.

Katie was still straining on the toilet. "I'm busy!" She had just managed to squeeze out a few greasy turds.

"Well do what you want, I'm not gonna help you." Jessica said. Laura got up, Abby, Mackenzie and Erin followed. Katie got up and one of the other two girls followed them. The other one sat on the bucket to have a bowel movement.

The girls from all of the cells assembled in a line outside, under the blazing morning sun. Birds and insects were heard throughout the camp. It was a typical, steamy jungle morning. All of the girls were sweating, standing, waiting during role call. This took about 10 minutes. The head guard spoke.

"Not all girls are accounted for. Check the cells, they don't know the rules yet." Right then more guards swarmed the cells and drug out the stragglers. It was three girls total, and the one from Laura and Jessica's cell was named Natalie. She was on the shitter and the guard drug her off and made her pull up her underwear and shorts. Natalie was a beautiful girl, but her dumps are rotten. She was in the middle of pinching one off.

The guards presented the head guard with the girls. "So these are the stragglers. Look girls, I don't care what you do all night and morning, but when the alarm sounds, you are out here. You drop what you are doing and you come out here."

Natalie was afraid, but she spoke before the other girls even had the guts. "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." Please don't punish me she thought.

"I know you won't do it again. You will never think about disobeying us after your punishment. Guards!" Some guards came up to the girls. He cuffed them all, their arms up front, one by one. One of the girls started sobbing, Natalie just looked down, afraid. "Just cause you girls are getting out of work detail, I don't want you to think this is gonna be easy on you. You would have rather have worked, at least I think you will realize that. Captain?"

A guard came out and saluted. "Yes sir?"

"I want you to make these run until they throw up or pass out. Then I want you to run them until they throw up or pass out again. Then I want you to put them in the stocks. They can stay there until tomorrow night if they are good." Natalie gasped.

"Yessir. I will see that they have a miserable time sir." Two other guards led the girls away.

Laura gasped. Jessica stood still. Laura still couldn't believe that this was their first day there.

Jungle Jail for Her Part 5

Laura, Jessica, Katie, Erin and Abby were all standing in line at attention. The morning sun was not showing them any mercy, nor would he until the end of the day. The girls all had an appetite, as they had not eaten since yesterday. Any food would be good. All the girls felt sorry for Natalie and the other two girls who would be the first to get punished. Jessica was relieved that it wasn't her, as the guards did not recognize her as the escapee. So she thought.

Natalie and the other two girls, Jenny and Jesse were all handcuffed in the front. Jenny was a bigger girl who had been battling eating disorders for the past few years of her life. She was still quite attractive, a stunning brunette with some thickness and a giant ass. However, due to her thickness, her shorts were already in a permanent position up her asscrack. She sweat a lot too, and was already developing a heat rash in her arm pits. The sun would not be kind to her gentle skin tone.

Jesse was a bisexual girl who was not very thin but was not as thick as Jenny. She had darker skin which would be more adaptable to the tropical sun. She was a good looking gal who made the wrong decisions to end up here.

Natalie, another beautiful girl was not used to this heat. She has had heat exhaustion before, and was hoping it would not happen again here. She was on the bucket earlier in the morning after the other girls went outside to line up, for the sole reason that the girls were all using the bucket and she didn't get a chance to until then. She was in the middle of defecating and a guard yanked her off and pulled her underwear and shorts back up, leaving a piece of turd in her crack to her discomfort.

The head guard ordered that the girls be taken away to be punished. The head guard ordered the other girls to start walking to the work site.

***

The captain of the guard, in charge of punishing the girls, started in on it. "Let's go girls, get the lead out of your asses. Start running that way." He pointed to a hill in the distance. "The one who finishes last gets to stay in the stocks another day." Natalie sighed, and started running as fast as she could, which was not very fast since her hands were cuffed. The other girls followed. Jenny, the bigger girl was falling behind all ready.

***

About after 20 minutes of brisk walking through an open field under the sun, the girls finally see their work site. It's a giant bed of rock. There are sledge hammers all around on the ground. The girls all step onto the giant rock ground, and look at the sledge hammers.

One of the guard laughs. "That's right, you are going to all break this up. Then your going to move it. Lets go, the sooner you start working the sooner you'll get your meal and water."

The girls lifted the sledge hammers, some struggled with them. Laura was one of them, she could hardly lift the thing. Sweat dripped off their brows onto the ground, staining the hot rock.

I need some shade Laura thought. I'm not going to last, this is fucking awful. She was already covered in sweat, her shirt slowly but surely getting soaked and sticking to her back and front. Her shorts were tight and she could feel her moist underwear rubbing up against her crotch, her asscrack on fire.

"If any of you girls fall behind, your getting punished. Just letting you know. Now lift." The girls all struggled to lift the hot heavy hammers in the air. "Now drop." They all slammed the hammers down in unison. "Lift." They struggled to lift. "Drop." "One, down, two, down, three, down."

Oh my god this is ridiculous Laura was screaming in her mind. I'm not going to last. She looked at Jessica and watched her sweaty body move to the motion of the guard yelling. She was breathing heavily, but seemed consistent. She smiled at Laura. Laura tried to smile back, but she was trying to hard to keep up with the rhythm and back breaking pace. The brutal sun in the sky was deadly.

***

Natalie, Jenny and Jesse had been forced to run up and down the hill for about an hour. The were still handcuffed. The guard had put backpacks on each of them full of rocks that were taking further toll on the poor already exhausted girls. It was only 9:30 in the morning, they weren't going to last long.

Jesse was the straggler, her thick legs working overtime to keep up with the other girls. Her face was beat red, pouring sweat, her hair caked in grease. The other girls were in similar states, but poor Jesse was obviously suffering the worst. She could not hardly see in front of her, the sweat pouring into her eyes would not allow it. She could not wipe her face, the handcuffs were not flexable. Her armpits were on fire, the fabric of the soaking shirt rubbing against the flesh of her moist skin, creating a rash that grew with time. Her pale skin was on fire from the sun. She looked like she was dying.

It finally happened, on the way up the hill again she collapsed. Natalie and Jesse also sat with her to catch their breaths, trying to revive her. They did.

"Let's get moving bitches, you got all day to do this. Things can always be worst, she's the first to fall. She get's an extra day in the stock."

Natalie had it. Her whole body was drenched in sweat. Her shirt, soaked. Her hair, disgusting, clumped together in a mass of grease and sweat. She had a turd in her asscrack that was being smeared in by her tight shorts and underwear that she could not fix. The sweat rolling down her backside down her ass was just mixing with the feces, and getting worse and worse. She had stomach cramps from running. She still had to finish the shit she started earlier. She felt like she was going to pass out too. This was enough.

"No. Fuck you, she just passed out and I feel like I'm going to too. Go fuck yourself." She said as she caught her breath.

Jesse was alarmed. "Don't say that, your gonna get us in more trouble."

"More trouble? What could possibly be worse than this?"

***

It was noon. The girls got their meal and a break. The girls sat on the ground, exhausted. They stunk like body odor. They were sweating everywhere, the rock had stains and drops all over it. They were slowly getting baked and crisp under the tropical sun, some burning more easily than others. Laura sat down and rolled over on her stomach.

"I can't... I need to go home." She was miserable, the worst she has ever felt in her life. She had never been this hot, been this dirty or worked this hard in her whole life. The food they gave them was gross, but her appetite was so big it didn't matter.

Jessica was sitting next to her, indulging the break, cooking under the hot noon sun. "Here, drink this." She gave Laura some water, which she started gulping down. "Just take little sips, or you'll cramp up later... there you go." Laura was laying there, panting. "Laura, don't worry, you've made it this far. Only a few more hours."

Laura sat up and shook the sweat off her head. She rubbed her face. "I gotta fucking shit right now. Goddamnit."

"Well do it now, you won't get another break. Better out than in out here." Jessica said. It sounded like she knew from experience.

"I think it's the heat. I got bad cramps." Laura winced. She prayed it wouldn't be diarrhea, not out here in this humid heat.

"Go behind that bush, but watch out for snakes and things." Jessica said.

Laura swallowed her pride, got up and went behind the bush.

***

It was about 2 in the afternoon. Natalie, Jenny, and Jesse all refused to run anymore, so the guards put them straight in the stocks, 2 days apiece for defiance.

The stocks were all next to each other. The girls arms go through two holes, their head goes through the middle hole, and they have to stand on a little perch so they don't fall off, which makes sleep extremely difficult, but it can be done. That is if the mosquitos don't keep you awake.

The stocks were hot as hell, and they were all painted black for that very reason. It made the girls even hotter, and they were constructed in a way to face the demonic sun that showed no mercy. Natalie was suffering, badly. She was coughing and gasping for air in the stagnant climate. Jenny was equally miserable, her sweating so much it looked like she just jumped in a pool with her uniform on. All of them were being cooked directly now under the sun, and they couldn't even move to get out of it. The burns will be painful, but they will most likely get used to it.

A guard came by with a bucket of water, administering it to all the girls, one by one. They all drank, gratefully, ever so grateful.

"Please... poor some on my face... i'm dying." moaned Jenny.

The guard said, "no can do, drinking water only. But you can drink as much as you like." He gave her another ladle.

"Can I have another?" asked Natalie. At least they are giving us water out here.

"Sure you can." He gave it to her and gave the girls all two more big drinks.

"Thank you," the girls all replied.

"Oh it's no big deal at all. Gotta keep you girls hydrated anyway, it was no hastle at all." He started walking away.

"When do you come back?" Natalie asked. He seemed like a good guy, maybe the only one here.

"I don't know if you'll want me to. You see, this here water is from that scummy, nasty swamp over yonder there. I'm sure you girls will be shitting your brains out here within the next few hours. Have fun!"

"Oh my god, no..." Natalie gasped. Jenny and Jesse started cussing, hollering. "Save your strength, out here I think you might need it..." Natalie advised. She couldn't believe this.

Natalie, Jenny, and Jesse all waited, baking, cooking in the tropical heat in the stockades while the rest of the girls worked miserably until they were relieved by the guards.

To be continued...

Holy shit, this is awesome, more please!

From which fansadox comic did you rip this of?

We need more! This is great!

We need more! This is great!

I think it goes into a little more depth than a comic could, Anon 9.

Jungle Jail for Her Part 6

It was about 6 in the evening. The girls had been working hard all day under the blazing sun. Some had blisters on their hands from wielding the heavy sledge hammers all day. Two girls had passed out from the heat only to be placed in the stocks with Natalie, Jenny and Jesse. The sun had finally relented. The girls were ready to go to sleep and start the next hellish work day.

The guards were ready to go to. They had been standing out there, watching the hot, sweaty, miserable girls work since morning. The guards were drenched in sweat from just watching, but it did not matter to them. They could wash their clothes, lay around in their air conditioned huts and lead a usually comfortable life in the jungle wilderness. Every once in a while, they would pick out a girl, bring them back to their hut, clean them up and fuck them. Either that or tell them they were going to get cleaned up, fuck them, then put them back in their cells still stinking.

Laura was very relieved to see the guards getting ready to go. Her stomach was still turning in knots, as she could only push out a couple hard turds at the noon break. She was worried about Natalie, but she was more worried about making it herself.

"Okay girls," one of the guards spoke. "Drop your tools, go back to your cells for evening roll call."

The exhausted girls, all catching their breaths, some coughing, gladly dropped their tools of burden. They started walking back, slowly, ever so slowly. They were beat. Jessica put her arm around Laura, both girls drenched in sweat and grime. Everyone started walking back. Laura didn't even care, usually she hated when people touched her when she was sweaty. It did not even matter here, their bodies stunk so bad they could not even tell which odor was who's.

"Well you made it your first day. Now you just gotta rest up for tomorrow. Then do it all over again." Jessica said.

"I don't think I can... I'll kill myself." Laura said. Her stomach was growling, twisting, turning, rolling on and over itself. "I think that food earlier messed my tummy up."

"Well don't worry, we'll get back to our cells and you can be the first one of the bucket." Jessica smiled. She saw the beauty in Laura and admired her strength. "You can even sleep in Natalie's bed, she's at the punishment stocks until tomorrow probably."

"No, I wanna sleep with you." Laura said quickly. I don't want to use the fucking bucket either she thought. Fuck the bucket, I want a real fucking bathroom with toilet paper. And a shower. Some deodorant. A spare change of clothes, some underwear or fresh socks, anything. I need sunscreen, I'm going to be so much more burnt tomorrow. She felt her face, it was hot to the touch of course. It felt red, on fire. The sweat running down her cheeks cooled her burnt flesh ever so slightly, the only sweet relief she would have. "I would seriously kill someone for a shower." She looked at Jessica, her friend.

Her face was red, sunburnt and shining with sweat and grease. Her hair, caked in sweat and the fluids of her head. Her shirt was soaked entirely, except for a small patch on her sides. Jessica's brown eyes met with Laura's. Laura stared into the eternal portals of Jessica's soul, and for a second, they both forgot that either of them were in this godforsaken hellhole. Well she's at least as miserable as I am she thought.

"I would too darling. I would kill for just two minutes of a cold shower and a pair of fresh undies. Don't think I wouldn't." She smiled at her friend, soon to be lover.

Just then, Laura's stomach cramped, badly. She stopped in her tracks, hunched over, slightly alarmed. It was going to be diarrhea, she knew it. It was the food, it had to be. She was not used to these conditions.

Jessica touched her back. "Hey, it's okay, don't think about it. We'll be back to camp soon, don't worry. Just hold on."

"If I shit myself here, I really will kill myself, you don't understand." Laura said, panicking.

"You won't hun, just keep going." Jessica said, trying to calm her friend. "We'll be there soon, they'll do role call and then you'll get the bucket."

"I don't know if I can wait that long..." Laura said. She had had an accident when she was in 8th grade, in the bathroom at the movie theatres, barely loosing control. She hid in a stall and called her mom to bring her some extra jeans and underwear. Laura would do anything to be back there, anything.

***

The stocks and heat had taken its toll on the poor girls. It was about 105 degrees earlier in the day, it had mellowed out to be about 85-90 around this time, between 5 and 6. The girls were suffering, badly in the black painted stocks. They were all quite burned by the tropical sun, their faces completely red. They could not move all day. Their shoes and socks were soaked not only from the sweat, but from the girl's urine. Needless to say they were all sweating profusely, Jenny, the bigger girl being the worst.

Jenny's heat rash in her arm pits had doubled and was causing her extreme pain, even just standing in the stocks. The stocks had been hot all day, wooden and black. It increased their misery. She was the bigger girl, and she was obviously suffering the most in the heat. She could smell herself, her offensive body odor penetrating her nostrils every waking minute. No escape from this, there is no escape from this pain. Natalie was suffering as well, as all the girls in the stocks were. She was burnt, but not as bad as Jenny, the worst of the 3. Jesse was burnt too, but she was the least burnt of the girls in the stocks.

During the course of their stay that day, Natalie's turd wedged up her ass combined with the sweat running down her backside to form some kind of brown fluid that settled in her shorts and went down her beautiful, tan, sweaty legs. Basically her turd from early morning was broke down by her salty body fluid. This was bad in itself, but not as bad as it was about to get. The tainted water they were all tricked into drinking was about to make it's presence in the girl's bodies well known.

They had all been having intense stomach cramps since about 3, 3:30. The severity of these cramps intensified with time. By now, around 6 o'clock they had reached their demonic peak. The girls were all moaning from the cramps and their inevitable end. They could not even shift in the stocks to get comfortable or hold their throbbing guts. Natalie, with her weak stomach and rotten dumps, was the first to let loose.

She had been moaning for quite some time. "Oh god no..." Natalie gasped. The other girls, their heads hanging low, their guts twisting knots, looked up at their companion. Natalie made two fists in the stock, the only thing she could really do for comfort. Her fists shook. Her red sweaty face winced and she let out a deep moan, sounding part pain and part orgasm. She quickly filled her small shorts with yellowish diarrhea and burst out into tears that quickly mixed with the sweat on her cheeks.

Jenny watched in horror as the contents of Natalie's bowels rolled down her legs, into her socks and shoes. She would not even have believed it herself if her stomach was not in such turmoil. Her asshole could not contain the mess and force within her insides. Jenny knew this was a loosing battle, and could not even hold on anymore.

Jenny let a little go into her shorts. About a coffee cup full of semi-liquid deposited itself in Jenny's underwear, that was still wedged up her ass because her undies and shorts were too small for her fat ass. However, the little amount of shit she did let go did not provide her with the relief she needed to be at all comfortable, even though being in these hot stocks in the heat with a hot load in your pants that you could not even clean was about as far from comfortable as you could get. She knew she would be making more of a mess of herself before too long. The smell of Natalie's and her shit finally hit her. Jenny started gagging.

Natalie watched Jenny. Natalie's stomach still was not right and she knew this was just the beginning. She was still in intense pain, even though she released all she could. Natalie saw Jenny start gagging. Then she started dry heaving. Then she vommited. As Jenny threw up, she proceeded to fill her tight shorts with the rest of her diarrhea that she had been holding back. Some slid down her thick legs while the rest remained in her front crotch and asscrack.

Jesse was the last of the girls to soil herself. The smell of the other two girls made her almost vomit too, but she took her mind off of it. Pretty soon, she could not even hold it anymore and was begging her body of relief. She had made it an hour later than Jenny, but she soon eventually gave into the pain and experienced the foul reality of the situation. The girls would be having diarrhea all night in the stocks and would finally have relief from the stomach pain midday tomorrow, in the middle of the hottest part of the day.

***

Laura had almost lost control of her bowels while the guards counted the girls. After role call, she ran into the cell, yanked down her shorts, and yanked down her sweat soaked underwear and blew chunks out of her pretty ass into the waste bucket. The cells were still really hot from midday, but would soon cool off slightly during the nightly hours. Laura sat there, here sweaty face buried in the palms of her hands. Jessica stood over the rookie, and rubbed her sweaty back with her fingertips like she did the night before. Laura sighed and was done and reluctantly pulled her underwear and shorts up to her waist, soiling them even more. The other girls hit up the bucket, and were eventually fed.

Night came around, and the girls all fell fast asleep, tired, exhausted, sore and in pain from the day's work. The stench in the cell grew exponentially. All the girls were sunburnt and had various forms of heat rashes, some in their asscracks and some in their armpits. Jessica used the bucket last, and climbed into bed with Laura.

Laura was quickly asleep by the time Jessica snuggled up against her sweaty back side, dreaming of a far away place where she could be clean and free. Jessica watched her friend sleep and breath for a few minutes.

Laura suddenly awoke, startled. She saw Jessica, staring into her gorgeous, innocent eyes. Their eyes met like two star crossed lovers. Laura watched Jessica's stern look of fearsome desire and let it overtake her.

Laura could not even help herself. Her vagina soaked itself with pleasure, mixing with the yellow sweat of her day's labor. Jessica put her arms over Laura, propping herself up over her. Laura could smell the body odor of Jessica being expelled from her dirty armpits, but the scent permeated her senses, numbing her to the grim reality that they found themselves in. They met in a sweaty embrace initiated by Laura.

Jessica stuck her tongue into Laura's mouth, which Laura gladly accepted. Their faces melted together in the heat. Sweat and body became one, their hormones racing. Laura could have cried she was so happy, experiencing this much pleasure. Laura started moaning soon after Jessica bathed her neck with her tongue. She needed to suck on Jessica's tongue more than anything, right now. Suck the spit off of it, wishing so bad she could just swallow it. Suck and taste her tongue, taste her womanhood. Laura was starting to get loud, so Jessica stuck her fingers in Laura's mouth so as to not wake the other girls.

Jessica started sucking on Laura's sweaty ear. Laura was not going to last much longer, she felt like she was going to explode. She was shaking. Laura was sucking Jessica's fingers like a baby sucking a bottle. Jessica softly and slowly inserted the fingers of her other hand into Laura's hot and sweaty lovetrap, which was already wet and waiting, erect, quivering, convulsing with each passing moment of divine pleasure that could only happen at this specific moment. Jessica quickly made Laura aware of a whole other world of pleasure and companionship, something that could help get them both through this brutal hell on earth.

Jungle Jail for Her Part 7

It was early in the morning. The girls in the cell were Katie, Jessica, Laura, Abby, and Mackenzie. Natalie, Jenny and Erin were all in the stocks, along with Jesse from another cell. Erin was one of the girls that passed out during work detail, so she went to the stocks around the evening, screaming.

Jessica and Laura were asleep in a sweaty embrace. Katie was sleeping lightly and battling pit rashes and a heat rash on her back. Her skin was not as burnt as most of the girls, but the heat and sweat definitely made her break out. She had a sweating problem for sure, and there was no time other than now that it was at it's zenith. She smelled like an animal and her wet shorts could barely cover her big ass. Katie had her own bed. Abby finally got her own bed, because no one wanted to sleep with her since she shit herself early on. Mackenzie had the other bed since Erin and Natalie were in the stocks.

The whole time Jessica and Laura were getting it on, Mackenzie was awake watching. It was not the fact that she was trying to watch, she was just awake with stomach pain. The food that she ate that day was not agreeing with her at all, but she had no choice but to eat it; being so hungry after working out in the hellish heat all day long. The food was some kind of load with corn, fish, meat, vegetables, and other unrecognizable things. It was pretty gross but she was starving like all the rest of the smelly girls.

This was the most uncomfortable she has ever been. One time she went camping in the summer and could not shower for three days. At least she had toilet paper though. And at least a portapotie.
Here she didn't even have that, and she thought that was the worst part about camping. Ha, that was nothing.

She could smell herself, literally. And her asshole was burning not from having a bowel movement the whole time she has been here, but from sweating so much and having her underwear and shorts ride up her ass all day in the humid heat. She could really use a bowel movement though. It was coming soon, and probably one of her trademark diarrhea movements, only four days worth this time. Mackenzie has been known to have diarrhea a lot, she has a real sensitive stomach. A lot is equivilent to two times a week, three rarely. It just depends on what she eats. She refused the food the whole bus ride here, but when she had to work, she needed it. Being a soccer player she was used to working out in the heat, but this was a whole other beast.

For about two hours Mackenzie had been having bad stomach cramps, to the point that she rolled into the fetal position. She could not get up for two reasons. The first being she did not want to wake up the other girls. The second, being Jessica and Laura.

Mackenzie watched Jessica put her arms over Laura and stick her breasts in her face. She watched Laura kiss Katie passionately, like a 16 year old virgin, although she was not. She watched Jessica cup and hold her hand over Laura's mouth and finger her violently. That was before Jessica threw Laura's legs on her broad shoulders and yank her wet underwear down and start slurping on the area between Laura's tan legs. She watched this for what seems like forever, and although she was not a lesbian and it did not get her off, it did not repulse her. She was simply in her own world with her stomach pain.

A short while after Jessica and Laura got done and went to sleep, Mackenzie could not take it anymore. The odor from the bucket was already putrid from being a day old and it was about to get a lot worse. She yanked her sweaty panties down and squatted over the bucket. She had to relax her self. She had to let go. She blew diarrhea into the bucket, something rather foul, probably the most foul that's happened yet in the cell of women. It burned her asshole on its way out and the reside still burned her. The other girls woke up to hear her grunt and blow out another wave of chili shit.

Katie looked at her, sweating violently in her sleep. "Fuck, can't anyone get some sleep over here bitch?" She started gagging and grabbed her sweat soaked shirt and put it over her nose and mouth.

Mackenzie sighed, sweating as she strained to rid herself of the sickness. "Can't you see I'm sick?" Right then she shit violently again. Then, knowing that was all she could do right then, pulled her panties up, ruining them effectively.

Abby looked at Katie. "I hope you get what everyone here has you fucking cunt."

Katie rolled over in misery. Abby smiled at Mackenzie as she laid down and sighed. Mackenzie's stomach still hurt, but she could not crap anymore, at least not now. The girls were all awake in the stinking cell that was getting a little hotter with each passing morning minute. It was about one hour until role call.

***

Natalie, Jenny, Jesse and Erin were all still in the stocks at this time. Erin was yelling when she got sent there earlier that night, to find to her horror that all the girls' lower halves were encrusted with their own excrement. Two of the girls were passed out, Jesse just watched the guards lock her up. Erin gagged as she smelt the girls just a few feet from her. The other girl who passed out earlier that day didn't even make it to the stocks, Erin didn't know where she went. It was around 7 when she was put in the stocks.

Erin felt sick. She was gonna puke. This is the dirtiest she has ever been, she had really horrible body odor for such a small girl. She was used to three baths a day, not showers but baths. She had the best cosmetics money could by, and now she was here, sweating her ass off, feeling sick having to smell three other women's shit in the heat.

"Oh my god..." she said. "Are you okay?" she said. She was so nasty and gross, she couldn't even comprehend what the girls were going through. Erin was also mad that she could not even pull her underwear out of her ass that was stuck there, her hands being stuck in the hot stocks. She couldn't fathom how the other girls felt.

Jesse looked at her. "Pretty far from okay. Save your strength. Try as long as possible not to drink the water." Then she nodded off.

Erin was thinking about what she said. Her throat soon became parched in the humid night and she took the water when offered it. Her body as well as the other girls were attacked by mosquitos. She was such a clean freak and she was about to shit herself early morning, just a little after Jessica and Laura get on each other. She cried and bitched the entire time.

***

The girls lined up for role call. They were already all sweaty, in their stinking clothes they were given the day before last; standing and stinking in the gentle morning sun. Some girls stunk worse than others, Abby being the worst cause she had shit herself early on, then Katie having the worst odor. Then Jessica, then Erin and Jenny then Mackenzie and then Laura. Mackenzie was already having problems, feeling like she had to shit again. The girls passed the stocks on their way to the work site.

They saw Natalie and Jenny and Jesse and Erin. Natalie, Jenny and Jesse were quiet, their voices gone, trying their damndest not to drink any water when it comes by. Erin is screaming, having shit herself for the first time in her adult life an hour and a half ago.

"Help me! I'm sick, I need to clean up! Its so hot here, I need fresh water! Please. I need some underwear I had an accident, I'm sick. Fuck! Help me!" She was crying. Her face was red from the heat and sun yesterday and her diarrhea had moved its way into the front of her shorts in the crotch. She held on until the pain became too great and had a massive dump in her shorts that made its way into her socks.

The girls walked to the work site and had food. They all ate, but Mackenzie ate half of hers knowing that was the source of her discomfort. She spent the first 2 hours of the morning hunching and grunting with each swing of the hammer. It was not just the hard labor, although it was the hardest she had ever done. It was her guts. Katie was feeling light headed too, and it wasn't from her body odor.

Jessica and Laura were working together, watching each others sweaty bodies move to the rhythm of the hammers. Jessica's crotch was sweating really bad. She was the dirtiest just after Katie. Her pale Italian skin was getting quite dark out here, and she seemed to be getting more muscular as time went on.

At least thats how it seemed to Laura. Or maybe it was just cause she ate my dirty pussy last night. She watched Jessica start to struggle and hurt. "Whats the matter?" she wanted to help her new lover.

"It's nothing, just my stomach. The food's catching up to me, I'll be fine until break." Jessica said and swung the hammer again into the rock.

***

Erin, Natalie, big Jenny, and Jesse were all in the stocks and equally miserable. All the other girls except Erin had completely shit themselves about 12 hours before. The shit was still warm and wet in their shorts and some would occasionally plop down onto the ground below their feet. It went either on their shoes and socks or down onto the ground. Erin was having a panic attack and the other girls just tried to block it out, each in their own little world.

Erin could not stand being sweaty. She was small and very attractive, but the boys never saw her in her gym uniform for gym class cause her mom wrote a note saying she couldn't do gym. Her mom was on the school board and had some pull lets say. Erin also got to go home when she had to drop a deuce at school. She never had a job. She took about three showers a day and changed underwear equally as much. She could not do this. She hated sweat. Hated, hated, fucking hated it. She never sweat, this was absurd. She could smell herself.

Erin made up her mind. Things could not get any worse, at least so she thought. She was going to offer anything to the next guard, no matter how gross or repulsive he is. She would do anything to get out of this thing, anything. Her face was burning. She had a hot steamy dump in her shorts that she could not even fix, with more diarrhea to come. Enough was enough. I'd rather be fucked than go through this... I hope they listen. I hope they think I'm hot and want me... even though I have diarrhea going down my legs, I'll make them happy... maybe they could clean me up if I'm good... Erin waited for the next mug to show himself to her.

***

It was noon, another steamy hot jungle summer day. The girls were exhausted and on their break, getting themselves hydrated and wiping the yellow sweat off their foreheads with their forearms. Laura and Jessica sat back to sweaty back so they didn't have to sit or lay on the hot rock. Jessica shifted.

"Ow, hey I gotta go to the bathroom while we're on break, okay? I'll be back." Jessica said, clutching her stomach.

Laura watched her walk away. However, Laura was disturbed to see the guards pointing Jessica out and laughing and talking amongst themselves. They were plotting on her, she thought. Oh my god, there's nothing she can do...

About three minutes later Jessica came back, a smile on her face. "I feel a lot better." She reached down and pulled Laura up. She knew time was about up.

"Okay you stinking bitches, get back to work. You got a lot of work to do. Get going." The guards yelled.

Jessica and Laura were walking back towards their sledge hammers when a guard walked up to Jessica and shoved her on the rock ground, making her skin her knee. Laura froze. The guard, knowing that she was no threat merely shoved her away, shocking Laura, as that was the first time she had been manhandled by one of them. "Jessica!" Laura screamed and ran to help her friend up off the rock ground.

Jessica touched her skinned knee. It was bleeding and a small amount of blood went down her knee. It stung more than anything. "Ow," she said as she touched it. Another guard came up to both of them, to see what was going on.

"What are you doing? Stop fucking around and get back to work."

"I'm sorry sir, my friend was pushed by this guard." Laura said. She didn't even mean to say it.

"Be quiet Laura." Jessica said and shot her friend and lover a stern look.

"She fell. And she's wasting time. You girls wanna get punished? I can betcha things could be a lot worse real fast. Now get back to work. It's only a scratch, weak bitch."

Laura and Jessica started towards their hammers. This was the first time of their lives that they were ready to get back to work swinging sledge hammers. They just wanted to avoid confrontation. They passed Mackenzie, who was obviously suffering in the heat, trying to wipe the sweat out of her eyes but to no avail.

"I saw them talking about you, you think they-" Laura started in.

Jessica interrupted her. "No! Don't talk about it. They'll just take me away for a few days, that's all. Don't worry about it, they were just picking on me." Jessica sighed. "They don't remember that I escaped," she whispered.

"I hope your right." Laura said.

The girls swung their hammers for awhile, about another hour or two. The sun beat down on the already exhausted girls. Their sweat drops mixed with each other's on the rock below their faces. Each girl could at least smell herself, which in itself was enough to turns one stomach. Although they all thought that yesterday was bad, today was worse in regards to the sun. There was no clouds in the sky, nothing to shield the girls soft gentle skin from the piercing rays. Some were already burnt from yesterday, but some were just tanned. After today, all of them will be burnt and in pain. Most were burnt and in pain now, there being no protection from the elements, no sunscreen, ointment or water to moisten the skin.

Several of the girls were having gas at this time. Hot, wet, burning farts that dissolved inside their wet shorts and undergarments. However, Mackenzie experienced a burning of her own. Jessica, Laura and a couple of other girls heard Mackenzie. "Goddamnit," she screamed. The girls watched as diarrhea filled her sweaty shorts. The girls watched it run down her legs while some of it softly splattered onto the rocks below. She clutched her stomach, breathing loudly.

A guard noticed Mackenzie and the distraction. He gave her a shove. "Let's go bitches, quit stalling. Get the lead out of your asses or we'll take away your break tomorrow. Now swing those fucking hammers..."

Jungle Jail for Her Part 8

Jenny, Jesse and Natalie were asleep when a guard came to let them out of the stocks. It was about 4 in the afternoon, so there was 3 more hours of work to be done on the rocks. Although they were sickened and let to roast in the stocks for 1 1/2 days, they were still expected to work with the other girls on the rocks. Erin, the new addition to the stocks, noticed the guard letting the sick girls out.

"Let me out, please." She pleaded. The guard laughed. "I don't belong here! I have to go to the bathroom again, please!" She had been holding onto a massive, chunky dump for awhile now, and was hoping to be out of the stocks before she had another ghastly accident.

"Well feel free and go. We'll let you out tomorrow." The guard chuckled as he unlocked the other girls, who were all weakened from the heat and diarrhea. Jenny's face was red as blood, as her skin would be peeling in not too long.

Erin had an idea. "Hey, I'll fuck you or suck you off." she whispered. She was serious, she would do anything to get out of this. She has never sweated a day in her life, as her mom wrote her notes saying she was unfit for gym class. Heaven forbid she would have to change into P.E clothes and run up and down a court and break a sweat. Heaven forbid.

The guard chuckled as he let Natalie, the last girl other than Erin out. The girls were all semi-hunched over, handcuffed, still experiencing intense gastrointestinal pains that would not leave. "How about I just fuck every hole in your little body and leave you up their to rot?"

"You don't want me? I can make you real happy." She pleaded. She had to get a bath. She had to get the shit off of her. She started flicking her tongue at him seductively, only she came off as a dirty slut covered in sweat with shit down her leg.

He walked over to her and put his hand on the stocklock, which was hot to the touch. Erin was so happy, she looked like a puppy getting some bacon. She would be finally out of this thing. Suddenly the guard started sucking on her freshly exposed neck, licking her sweat clear off. He started sucking on her ear. She started moaning, just to turn on the guard's sex drive. Her pale skin was already sunburnt.

The guard started kissing her mouth, in which she shoved her tongue in and started swirling it around his mouth, her lips watering into his. She did not even care that he was sweating all over her, as she knew he would clean her up soon. He put his hand down her crotch and started rubbing her vagina, caked in sweat. The shit had not made its way into her front, as its mass was not as big as the other girls yet. In the middle of kissing her, he removed his hand and he got down.

"I'll be back, I have to get these other girls back on work detail." He said as they all sighed and moaned. "Let's go bitches, quit your whining."

Erin on the other hand, the dirtiest, smelliest, sweatiest she has ever been in her life, waited. She waited and prayed he would let her out before her asshole erupted again with the painfully hot diarrhea that has plagued the girls who were punished. She held on and clenched her asshole shut.

***

Laura and Jessica were still working with the rest of the dirty girls under the sun that had peaked earlier in the day and was now showing slight signs of mercy. Laura could smell herself, but Jessica stunk a lot worse. Mackenzie was still hurting, badly, and had messed herself earlier in the day, about 4 hours before.

Natalie, Jenny, and Jesse all were taken back to the worksite and uncuffed. They were given hammers and told to work or would be taken back to the stocks. Their skin was hot to the touch, not only from the jungle heat but from the vicious sunburns they endured. Their stomachs were still in knots and would be for another day or so. The girls all felt sorry for them. The stench of the punished girls sickened the others. After awhile, the work day was done, they were recounted and sent back to their cells.

The girls were totally exhausted and were ready for the food they got, although it was nasty. Mackenzie, still sickened with her diarrhea from earlier, had to eat it due to her fatigue and hunger. All the girls cleaned their plates.

The girls were all coughing. The waste bucket was 3/4 of the way full and had a yellowish greenish skim on the top of it. Mackenzie removed her shorts and panties over it and tried desperately to get all of the feces out. She did not have much success since it was mostly chunks and liquid and was soaked into her shorts, front and back and was stuck to her body. The stench forced the girls to cough, not just from the bucket and the girls who had shit themselves, but their excessive body odor was too much at this point. The only thing left to do was sleep, but that was very hard to do in the tropical heat. Especially if you are unlucky and have to sleep next to a girl with wet shit in her pants. The shit would not even dry, due to the climate and humidity and sweat of the girls. Most of the girls were feeling nautious. Tomorrow would be another brutal workday.

***

Erin's stomach was tight. Her intestines were twisting and contracting. Due to the stocks, she could not even lay down as her pain became unbearable. She was breathing rapidly, trying desperately to hold on although it was a loosing battle. She had already shit herself a little this morning, but this upcoming shit was a whole new beast. She knew it would be rancid and hot, she could feel it.

Suddenly in the distance she saw the guard coming back towards her. Thank God she thought, he's coming to get me. Now I can clean up and relieve myself. He had a bag with something in it, probably some soap and water, maybe even a change of clothes.

"Hey baby, I thought you'd never come. I've been all wet waiting for you..." she said. She tried to look sexy and give him the eye, but it was not going to happen, not when she was this dirty and sick. "What do you have in the bag?"

The guard smiled and pulled out a ballgag. Her eyes widened and she started shaking her head no. She knew that that could only mean trouble, and she started shifting in her stock to no avail. He put the gag on her as she fought. She whined, still holding on to her massive diarrhea attack. This is not what she had in mind. Suddenly the guard started licking her flesh like an ice cream cone. Every single piece of open, sunburnt, sweat drenched piece of the helpless, sickened girl. With the gag on, she could not breath through her mouth and was forced to smell her own filth as well as the foul breath of her abuser.

He pulled her tiny shorts down, which were sagging a little due to the load in there. Her little butt was white as snow from being shielded from the sun, although she had liquid mushy shit caked up and down her crack. He looked at the accident in her shorts, and it looked like about a couple handfulls. Some had gone down her leg into her shoes. She was whining, panicking, shifting, moaning, afraid.

Erin heard him remove his pants and belt. This isn't happening to me she kept telling herself. Suddenly he stepped up on the stock behind her, and swiftly, without even cleaning the area, shoved his member into her asshole. She tried to scream, but instead could only bite on the ballgag.

He thrusted her for a good twenty minutes. She felt his sweat drip onto her back. She felt her asshole expanding, her diarrhea on its way out whether she could hold on or not. As he fucked her he played with her pussy in front like a horny schoolboy, lifting up the back of her shirt and licking her back as he thrusted and humped and pushed and shoved her against the stock.

"You are making me happy, just like you said..." the sadistic guard snarled as he finished inside her. He stayed in for a little while. He pulled out his now dirty member and pulled his pants back up.

Erin was sweating even more, quivering, shivering. She had never had anal sex before. She had never been raped before. She had never shit herself before. She had never worked or sweat before. So much for getting out of this she thought, next time I'll keep my fucking mouth shut. The guard then removed the gag and Erin gasped for air. He laughed and started pulling her shorts up.

"Please, leave them down or take them off, I have got to poop." She wimpered. She figured he would at least do this. This was it, she definitely could not hold it after being violated like that. "Please! Take them off! Hurry!" The guard busted out with laughter.

Right when she said that, not even being able to close her sphincter due to the recent trauma, she started filling her shorts with some of the hottest, most foulest diarrhea she had ever had. She moaned as she felt the humiliation, the disgust and the relief at the same time. It went down her beautiful legs and into her socks and splattered on the ground below. Truly vile. The guard, smiling, then put the ball gag back on her, knowing she could only breath through her nose. She moaned and whined even more.

"Yeah, I'll pull your fucking shorts down sweetie." He said as he chuckled. Her shorts were sagging off her little butt due to the accident, and he grabbed the waistline of the fabric. He then, with all of his might, pulled her shorts up as far as they would go, giving her a massive wedgie that she could not fix and forcing her shit all over her ass sending it towards her front. Some shit slid out her backside down her asscheeks as he pulled her demolished shorts up over her bellybutton. She tried to scream but was muffled by the gag. A giant yellowish brown stain covered her butt. Finally, the guard smacked her ass a few times for further torment. Satisfied, he walked away to get some dinner, a shower and an ice cold beer in his air condtioned hut.

Erin was left with the ball gag in the stocks. Her stomach still hurt and her asshole hurt now, very badly. She moved her head around trying to loosen the gag, but to no use. The smell of her own shit was making her sick. The guard had yanked her shit filled shorts and underwear up her ass as far as they would go, and due to the amount of sticky diarrhea, it all stuck there like glue. Erin would spend the rest of the night and part of the next day there, suffering quietly to herself, dreaming of a clean, cool place she could lounge in. She would be expected to work when let out the next day, or she would go right back in.

to be continued...

do u like this? feedback would be greatly appreciated... ideas concerns or questions are all welcome... should i continue with?

Feedback: Its Full Of Shit.

sorry, couldn't resist.

Seriously though, Scat is usually my least liked feitsh unless its approached as it has here, as a weapon of torture. Its certainly an epic female-torture story. I can really enjoy the story as that.

I think you've got a developing idea here and one you should keep up with. I'm sure I'm not your only reader on here either. I think people will have more to say when its finished. The subject matter involed doesn't lend itself to disscussion neither does the fact is episodic either.

Whereas as I can think of one or two suggestions as to what could happen next, I wouldn't like to suggest them as I would much rather read what you come up with.

Whether you should continue with this is up to you, I certainly want to read the next part, but you need to think why your writing this and if you yourself want to keep writing it.

My only question is how many parts are you planning on?

>>15
Definitely continue!
This is probably the best work of literature I've read on here.

Yeah, please continue! I don't really care for scat either, but I really like this story.

MOAR1!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've read quality stuff all over the web but this is the shit!

Please more more moar MOAR!!!!

Jungle Jail for Her Part 9

It was 9 in the evening, a typical, steamy tropical night. At midnight, the girls had made it a week in their hellish prison. This means one whole week without bathing. Without toilet paper, deodorant, not even a change of clothes. They had nothing, none of the decadent comforts of home that they were all used to.

Their bones and muscles were sore from the last two days of hard labor. They were all sunburnt, as there is no protection from the elements. The guards all wear hats and sunscreen, but the girls get nothing for protection.

Jessica, Katie, Laura, Mackenzie, Abby, Natalie, and Jenny were all in the cell, the only girl from their cell missing was Erin, who was in the stockade, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep which in itself was very hard. All the girls felt a little bad for her, but it was better that one girl was not in the cell, due to the fact that it was already stuffy and crowded inside with 7.

Jenny, the bigger girl was sleeping with Abby. Jenny was so sunburnt that her face was as red as a cherry. Her forehead was already starting to peel, and it fucking hurt. Anyone who has been burnt by the sun and sweated knows this, and there is no remedy. Mackenzie and Natalie shared a bed. Laura and Jessica were in their bed and Katie was still in her own, sweating on herself, feeling quite ill.

Jessica was very red as well from the violent sun, and Laura was burnt but not as bad as her. They were sleeping in each other's arms, sharing sweat and stench.

"I think I'm sick, my head hurts." Laura told her friend and lover.

"It's probably the stench. We'll get someone to empty the bucket tomorrow." Jessica said as she kissed Laura's sweaty neck.

"I stink sooo bad. I have to get out of here." Laura whispered. She coughed. Jessica put her hand between Laura's legs and started rubbing her vagina, forcing a slight smile on her face.
"I'm not going to last another week."

"Oh yeah you are baby." Jessica said as she started sucking on Laura's neck and moved up the side of her face to her cheeks. Laura closed her eyes in her orgasmic trance. Their mouths met, and they took turns tickling each others teeth and gums with their tongues. It was so good to kiss someone. Taste their mouth, their spit, their flesh. Jessica went down with her tongue, softly licking the sweat off of Laura's tan stomach. She moved down towards Laura's crotch, gently licking.

Laura's crotch smelled like a combination of shit, sweat and fish, but Jessica did not seem deterred. She sucked softly on the acidic lips of her lover, until she became quite wet, moaning softly. Jessica rubbed her breasts. Laura wrapped her legs around Jessica's head, thrusting towards her mouth until she finally came. Jessica put her hand over her mouth to keep her from waking the other girls.

Right then Katie rolled out of her bed and stumbled over towards the bucket and vomitted. It was almost full. She put her hand in the other bucket and drank some water and sat down, dripping sweat, out of breath. She did not even have to do anything to sweat, she obviously had a problem. She coughed and gagged and threw up in the bucket again. She spit.

"I've got to get out of here, I'm going fucking crazy... We have to do something..." she said to Jessica and Laura, the only two up. "I can't stand this fucking smell."

"How do you think we fucking feel? You haven't shown a bit of compassion to anyone here, and now you want some sympathy? Fuck off." Jessica said as she kissed Laura's chest.

Suddenly Katie leapt up and grabbed Jessica's greasy dark hair and yanked her off the bed. Katie put her hands around Jessica's neck, while the other girls awoke to a startle. Laura started to scream stop.

"You better stop, your going to get us all in trouble!" Natalie screamed. She was in no shape or mood to go back to the stocks.

"Fucking bitch!" Jessica said as she slugged Katie in her sweaty acne dusted face, knocking her on her back. Katie was dazed. Jessica reared back again and punched her in the nose, splattering some blood over their naked bodies. Katie used the side of her fist and beat Jessica in the right breast, knocking her on the ground, gasping for air. The other girls were screaming for them to stop.

Katie put Jessica in a choke hold and they fought and fell around the cell, landing next to the buckets. Katie lost her grip on her neck, as the girls were both slippery from the hot sweat and week's worth of greasy grime on them. Jessica knocked Katie in the side of the head with her hand, making Katie's ear ring. Katie suddenly swung again with all of her might, but Jessica saw it coming.

Jessica moved out of the path of the punch, while hitting Katie in the gut, knocking the air out of her. She fell forward, arm extended while Jessica moved out of the way. Katie's arm fell right in the middle of the shit bucket. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Jessica grabbed her and put her in a choke hold, pushing her face towards the putrid scum filled shit, her arm still inside.

"I will shove your fucking head in the middle of that bitch, don't think I won't." Jessica hissed in Katie's ear. "Now who's the boss of this place?"

"You are!" Katie belted out, gagging from the stench. "Let me up! I'm gonna puke!"

"Who's the boss bitch? I will make you drown. I don't care. Now don't ever fuck with me or my friends again."

"Okay!" Katie said, gasping for fresh air, her arm still in the bucket.

"And your gonna take that bucket outside tomorrow, right bitch?"

"Yeah, whatever! Let me up!" Katie said, straining to get her arm out which Jessica would not allow.

"I will kill you, don't think I won't." Jessica said as she let her go. Suddenly there was a banging on the door. "Oh shit," she said, knowing it was the guards.

The guards came in and immediately started poking the girls with nightsticks. "Who was fighting?" They looked at Katie, her arm covered in liquid shit up to her elbow, her nose bleeding. "I know you were. Who else?" They looked at Jessica. She was breathing hard, panting. "And you." Jessica did not say anything.

"Well you bitches are on lockdown for a couple of days. All of you... get fucking dressed."

The girls obeyed and put their soiled, sweaty clothes back on. Some girls winced and frowned as they pulled up their shorts with shit in it.

Laura figured this lockdown would be better, so now they did not have to work in the sun. She was wrong, Jessica knew what it meant. It meant they had to spend 2 whole hot days inside the metal cell, in which temperatures reached excessive degrees. All 7 girls would be in here, dying, or at least feeling like they were dying. That also means the shit bucket would not get dumped, which means if anyone got sick or was still sick it could easilly overflow. At least outside there is a breeze. There was no breeze in the cell, the hot, stinking horrible cell.

The girls were made to lay on their stomachs down on their metal beds, two apiece. The guards made Katie and Jessica lay on the same bed, meaning they were touching each others sweaty bodies. Jessica was furious, having Katie's shitty arm touch her, having to smell that the whole time. Laura was in a bed with Abby, who stunk really bad. Mackenzie and Natalie were in a bed. Jenny was in a bed by herself. The guards cuffed all of the girls behind their backs and attached the cuffs to rings under the bed, making mobility impossible. No shifting in the bed. No bathroom. No rolling over. Pure torture.

"That'll teach you not to fight, you'll be praying to be outside working by noon tomorrow. It's gonna be a scortcher!" The guards left, laughing.

The girls layed there, coughing, their heads spinning from the various odors. They were sweating miserably, being stuck right next to another stinking, smelly girl, who may have shit in her shorts and has not wiped her ass in a week. Katie was hurting, her nose busted and her arm that went in the bucket. She started coughing some more. Jessica noticed her shifting around, trying to get comfortable, which was not going to happen.

"What's the matter with you, don't tell me you gotta puke again?" Jessica said.

"No, I don't right now." Katie said, moaning. "Ow... oh no..."

"What's the matter then?" Jessica asked. You bitch, she thought, you started all of this. We could all be sleeping peacefully if it was not for you.

Katie suddenly burst into tears. "My stomach hurts, thats whats the matter! I think I got diarrhea, I feel sick. I just farted and a little came out..." she moaned again.

Jessica sighed and closed her eyes. "Well you better hold on as long as you can, cause it's going to be a long, long two days."

to be continued...

Great story - cant wait for the next update!

I lost interest at chap 7.. you repeat alot of words needlessly.. go over things you have already said, the way you discribe the girls is stupid. thin = hot / bigger = fatty fat fat's

then random acts of lesbien.. I'm all for that but if it happens for a reason.

I like the story so far. It would be nice if there was a bit more rape, and maybe some urination(guards pissing on the girls)

tl;dr

Jungle Jail For Her Part 10

Britney was a 19 year old piece of gold. A perfect build, a perfect figure, a doll like face and stunning eyes. Her build was perfect. Her hair, when kept was as ravishing as her appearance. She was a nice girl who had high hopes in being successful one day and settling down with a family and living comfortably. She was used to living comfortably, as she was on the dance team and did track during a year in high school. The typical high school girl, but with a devotion and intelligence that could make any man happy, especially matched with her pure beauty.

A few days ago she was traveling and picked up for a public intox ticket. Next thing she knows she is on a steamy bus traveling through the jungle and at a barbaric prison camp. She did not even have a change of clothes, she was still in her white skirt that she wore to the bar she sneaked into. At least she was wearing tennis shoes she though as she got led out of the bus and into the grass and mud. She couldn't wait to get out of her clothes, she stunk.

I haven't washed my hair in three days and I've been sweating like mad for two of them and in the jail the first. I'm hungry and I need a bath. Little did she know she would not get one.

All of the other girls with her were led off into a different section of the camp, while a guard took her into a cell right next to the guards quarters.

The cell was hot, steamy, there was not much ventilation inside. It was a little bigger than a gas station bathroom, only no toilet or bed. No bucket even, there was a drain in the floor. The were three sets of chains on the walls, one on each wall minus the doorway.

"You've been personally selected, by me, Captain of the guards." The guard uncuffed her, and she immediately wiped the sweat off her face.

"Thank you Captain," Britney said in her addorable voice. She was still panting from the bus ride and the walk, but mostly just from the heat. "Do we get uniforms or something?" Her clothes were stuck to her skin.

"Yep, got it right here." He held out the uniform: the shorts, the shirt, the socks, the shoes, the white booty shorts for underwear. He handed it to her. "Change."

"Right here?" She asked, fearfully.

"Yes, right here. Do it or there will be consequences, I call the shots."

She didn't hesitate after that. She peeled her shirt off which was a sweaty struggle and put the new one on. It felt tight. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her totally naked, she then slid her skirt off. She had a tight white gstring thong on. She started to pull it off.

"No, wait. Put these on over that. I like that. Turn around." She obliged, hesitantly, afraid of what this pervert might do. Her ass was fucking perfect.

She put on the bootyshorts over her thong like she was told, which was extremely uncomfortable and made the gstring even tighter and more wedged up her asshole. Then she put on the short uniform shorts. She was already starting to sweat.

"When do we get showers here, I've kinda dirty... and when do we get more clothes? And food?"

"Be quiet, don't say another word. You don't get showers here, you preppy bitch. Your gonna stink, and your gonna sweat a lot. Your gonna get really dirty real quick and not get fucking clean. Your clothes are gonna mold. Your underwear will rot off of you. Your gonna get sunburned. You might have shit falling out of your shorts but I and nobody else gives a fuck. You complain, you get in trouble and punished. And if you get rid of any clothes that have to be replaced, you be punished. We'll also give you some other girls nasty shirt just to teach you a lesson. Speak when spoken to only, and do not complain. And you are all mine, understand?"

"Yes sir." Britney was blushing from the heat and embarrassment and fear of what was yet to come.

"You eat when we say, you sleep when we say, you piss and shit when we let you, and you work hard you get by. "And don't you dare take that cute little gstring off sweetie, I'm going to be flossing my teeth with that in a few days."

"Yes sir." Britney said. She had never been or felt this gross before. This was not the comfortable life she was used to or wanted. She stunk. She was vulnerable.

"Now I'm going to break you in." He took her by the hands outside the hot cell. The sunlight hit them both and they felt blasts of heat, radiation. Britney squinted as he took her where he wanted, into the middle of the camp, across the way from her cell and his quarters. There was a slightly slanted concrete slab on the ground, with wrist locks.

She looked at it in amazement. He's going to lock me to this hot concrete slab with no shade under the burning tropical sun? Yeah right. "Are you serious?" She asked sarcastically.

"I did not speak to you first, you just won yourself a day on this motherfucker." She knew if was pointless to resist, he grabbed her and locked her hands into the leather wrist locks. He laughed.

Britney was already huffing and puffing, sweating profusely, not being able to see due to the direct sunlight beating down on her, squinting and red faced, hair greasy and pulled back, wondering what she did to deserve this. "You know I'm gonna die out here!" She whimpered. She kept trying to lift her back off of the hot hot concrete below her, but it was futile. It burned her back through her shirt, but she had to keep her legs off of it. It was too fucking hot for her exposed flesh.

"Nah, I'll bring you water darling in a while... I'm gonna get you nice and tan, hell yeah I am... I know all you girls are used to tanning beds, but this is the same thing, this is what we use! Hahaha! I might let you off later tonight if I'm in a good mood so the mosquitos dont totally destroy you!" And with that the sadistic captain walked off.

Britney was still breathing rapidly, her face red and burning. She tried to keep her back off the hot rock but it was no use, it was just wearing her out. She closed her eyes to conserve her energy and sweat her pretty little ass off all day long.

to be continued...

Jungle Jail for Her Part 11

It was just about nighttime, as the tropical sun was descending from the horizon and disappearing into the hills of the steamy jungle. It was just about gone. Poor Britney had spent all day tied on the hot rock. She was sunburnt, as she had absolutely no protection from the sun or heat. Her face hurt when she moved it or contorted it in anyway due to her discomfort on the sweat soaked stone. She did not even pee all day and had no desire, as she lost so much water on the rocks. Luckily for her though, the captain kept his promise of bringing her water. Unlucky for her though, it came from the swamp.

She shifted, trying to do anything to get away from the mosquitoes. She moaned and grunted, wiggled and whined. She blew air to get them away. She was covered in over five hour sweat and grease, and the mosquitoes loved every drop of it. She had watched some of the girls come in from their work day earlier and was horrified. They looked dirty and beaten, some looking as if they had not showered in weeks and some had shit stains on their shorts, some even going down their legs. Even all of the others had a brownish spot in their cracks where it was obvious they had not wiped and had sweaty swamp ass all day.

Eventually when nightfall came, the captain came to unlock her. She was half conscious, not from passing out, but being so tired and with nothing else to do in such a warm environment. She woke up and he pulled her to her feet. "Thank you so much sir, I was being eaten alive." She stretched, it felt great to stand up again. He pulled her along and took her to her private cell.

Before she could even wipe the sweat out of her eyes, he grabbed her and locked her into the wrist manickles on the wall. "No, please. I have to go pee." She whined. She was about to cry, but right then he stuck his tongue out and licked the side of her face. She whined but kept fairly quiet. After that the captain gave her a cool drink of the swamp water.

"Go pee if you want to bitch. See you bright and early tomorrow." The captain said and left.

Britney hurt. Her body hurt and was stiff. Her crotch itched real bad, she hoped she was not getting a yeast infection. Her gstring was so far stuffed up her ass it hurt. She could not do a thing about it. She had to pee. She had mosquito bites she wanted to scratch. She could smell herself, she had really bad body odor, especially from her outstretched armpits that were still soaked in sweat. Her face was red as blood, she got really burned earlier and she does not burn easily. She was in genuine pain. Somehow she fell asleep for a couple hours.

It was a dead, solid sleep on the wall for awhile, until she suddenly awoke. She knew she had not been sleeping long, merely a catnap, however she awoke with the most intense pain in her guts she had ever had until that moment. "Oh my god..." she cried out, hurting. She lifted a leg up to ease the pain but it did not help. She did that for a while, a good long while.

Twenty minutes later she was crying. The swamp water had crept up on her and taken effect. She was turning in her chains, doing anything to ease the grinding, stabbing, sharp pain shooting through her intestine. She finally grabbed her chains with her hands and put her feet against the wall. The pain coming from her wrists with her weight against the chain was nothing compared to the demon in her stomach. She was breathing like she was in labor, pouring sweat.

"Oh my fucking god I have to go to the bathroom! Fuck!" she cried to anyone that was listening which was nobody. She finally tried to rub the wall and use that to get her shorts down, cause she knew she would be "getting sick" pretty soon. She could not even fart, it would be too dangerous. "Oh my god... please!" she cried as her shorts were too wet and saturated with sweat to slide off her sticky, oily skin. She put her legs down and tried to roll against the wall to ease her ailing guts, but it was no use at all. Well I have to go, I'm about to go, there is no getting around this. I might as well try to make the least mess possible. She hung onto her chains and put her feet against the wall again.

Her shorts were riding up her ass and she was going to try to not get any shit on her legs or shoes, rather let it fall out her shorts onto the ground below. Another sharp pain hit her, and that was that. She sucked up her pride and let some shit into her panties, thinking that she could release some pressure and just let a little out. Not true. The foul, hot, foamy slime came out through her gstring and settled into her white pantie booty shorts. The rest came right after as she could not stop the flow. It filled her shorts with a crackling sound. The disgusting stench hit Britney like a slap to the jaw and she started coughing, gagging, wishing she was anywhere but here.

But she was here and would stay here. And her stomach did not feel the least bit better even though she just had a massive bowel movement in her shorts. Feeling the hot mess covering her crotch and asshole, knowing there was more diarrhea on the way, and her stomach not feeling the least bit better, she wished she would have held on longer; knowing at her present situation she would probably hang here all night; encrusted in her own filth. Her feet were still propped up against the wall, and small globs of her own shit would fall out her shorts and spat onto the floor below, where she would eventually have to put her feet. She knew she would have to put her feet down sometime in the near future, but she was doing her damndist to not get any shit on her legs.

Time moved by like it did not exist at all. The stench was horrific, she gagged every time she thought about it. Her stomach was still killing her, making she was she was dead. She decided she would try to relieve herself again, as the pain was too much. She braced herself, holding the chains, feet against the wall and gave a loud grunt as she pushed another load of the hot foul waste into her shorts, which in this instance, several splats were heard as the old shit made it's way out for the new shit. The shit felt warm on flesh, as the cell was so hot and there was such little ventilation, it pretty much stayed warm. She hung there, sick as a dog, her stomach still turning knots, shorts full of hot semi-liquid feces, and started crying herself to a half sleep, doing anything to get her mind away.

The only problem was there was no way away. She could not sleep, and knew she had to put her legs down eventually, getting them dirty. She wondered if she would ever use a toilet or have a shower again. She tried to go to sleep, no way of even realizing that it was only 8:30.

to be continued...

Jungle Jail for Her Part 12

Britney was at a track meet in high school, an early warm summer morning, competing for her school. She ran so hard she could not run any faster, yet she pushed herself one gear into overdrive, coming in 2nd place. She hung out with her boyfriend that night, her parents were gone. He told her that he loved her, and she believed him. He truly did love her, and they both made passionate love all night long. Wait. Something is not right, that was a long time ago. That's not now. Awake. Britney woke up.

It was morning. She was still hanging on the wall. Her hands hurt from the shackles. It was hot, real hot, and flies already started swarming around the shit by her feet. She groaned, her stomach felt better than the night before, but it still was fucked up. The shit in her shorts was still warm, even after the long night. Britney shifted, and started coughing, as the smell was worse now than before. She was already sweating profusely, as the ventilation in the hot cell was little. She was not hungry at all, but she could go for some water. The stench from her armpits gagged her as well as the smell of the feces, but her nasty pits were by her face. She pissed a little, it did not even matter with all the shit.

The captain walked in. Britney got excited for a minute, thinking, hoping, wishing he would let her off and let her clean up. "Well, how was your first night baby?" He looked at her disgusting, filthy state and walked closer to the helpless girl.

"Please, sir, Mr, captain, whatever you want, but please, sir, let me down, I cant do this-" she whimpered.

"Maybe... whats in it for me?" he asked and started poking her shit filled crotch. Right then she started crying.

"Goddamnit, let me go you sick fuck! I cant take it! Fuck!" Right then he put his hand over her mouth, the hand was touching her crotch and got some residue by her mouth. With his other hand he gave her a good punch her in the guts, knocking the air and some shit out of her. She immediately started gasping. He pulled a ball gag out of his pouch and strapped it on the crying girl, forcing her to breath through her nostrils, constantly being violated by bad odors. He unlocked her and drug her outside.

Britney was glad to see the sunlight, but being forced by a brutish captain. She had no say in the matter. He drug her to the stone she had baked on under the sun a day before. It seemed like a whole year, her past seemed like another lifetime. He shoved her onto it and locked her wrists into the locks. She was panting, gasping for air, still in pain from the punch and the sickness.

The guard yanked her shorts down, which were stubborn cause they were wet. Yellowish liquid shit spilled out of them. He tossed them to the side. Her white underwear was stained, and obviously full of shit from the front to back and through the sides, the underwear being tight there being no exit. Those were the hardest to get off, as they were stuck to the girl. He smiled, looking at her once white gstring that was ruined, completely soaked in her sickness. She was quivering and breathing rapidly, and he leaned down and tried to pull the gstring off with his teeth, getting feces in his mouth and around his lips. It was not working, so he pulled it off her by hand.

Her crotch was messy and pale, and it reeked. The shit was staining her flesh, some was dried while the new covered and stuck to the old. Without warning the captain was sucking on her face and ears, not even caring the shit on his mouth was getting on her face and near her mouth. She wanted to scream but the ballgag prevented it. He stuck his dick in her and thrusted. She was a nice tight girl. He fucked her hard against the rock, all the while playing with the mess between her asscheeks. He licked every piece of her exposed flesh while he pummeled her and hurt her. He came deep inside her and stuck in it for more. She moaned and twisted, but it was of no use. The rock was hot against her back and bare skin.

He sucked her ears, licked the oil off of her sunburnt skin. He licked the grime off of her armpits. Sucked on her stomach. He sucked and licked on her lips around the ballgag that was doing it's job. He was finally hard again and gave her another go. He was sweating all over her, it dripped in her eyes, as he was fucking her hard and fast, trying to see if he can fuck the shit out of her. Literally. He finally came again, and got up.

"Lift your legs baby." The captain said. Whimpering, crying softly, not able to scream, she obliged. He put her shitty gstring back on. She cried more. He put her tight, wet, messy underwear back on. She moaned. He put her shorts back on, and gave her one more good lick. "Your gonna do another one out here on the tanning bed darling." And with that he walked away.

She was still wearing the gag. All she wanted to do was scream. She wanted to die. Maybe a snake would crawl on the rock and bite me she hoped. Her sunburnt flesh was starting to peel, and her sweat made it burn. One hour, then two, then three, finally four long, hot, hard hours past... Britney awoke on the rock hearing thunder. Yes, oh my god thank you, this filth and grime can be washed away. Rain! I've never been so happy for rain, thank you! Yes! My burning peeling skin will get some relief. She almost smiled. Her shower was here. Suddenly she felt a hand on her wrist.

She looked up, it was the Captain. He unlocked her, grabbed her and started walking her back to her cell. No, she thought. What the fuck are you doing you bastard! You motherfucker, I will kill you! "I can't let the rain give my darling a shower yet, can I? You have not earned it." He sneered.

She started crying and they came back to the cell. Flies had taken over by her mess by the wall, and he happily locked her back up. It was cooler in the cell than the hot morning, but it was still stuffy. A lot more stuffy than it would be outside in the glorious rain.

"I'll be back with more water later." he said, licked her cheek and left. He purposefully did not remove her ballgag.

to be continued...

Keep up the good work. I'm not into scat but this is a very good read.

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Jungle Jail for Her Part 13

A Zoo. Putrid yellow nostril agony, a thousand horrible odors clung into one. Worse than fucking zoo cage. Katie, Jessica, Laura, Mackenzie, Abby, Natalie, and Jenny had been in their disgusting stinking cell for three days now. They had been tied, cuffed down, unable to move or shift anywhere on their beds, lying in a stinking sweat puddle with each other.

Jessica and Katie shared a bed. Laura and Abby were in a bed. Mackenzie and Natalie had a bed, and Jenny the big girl was buy herself. For three days Jessica had to lie next to Katie's shit covered arm, which never got cleaned up since she got locked up. Needless to say, it stank bad, like Katie.

The cell got up to 110 degrees during one part of their three day lockup. Not only that, the girls did not get to experience the rain like the working girls did. The girls who worked got a free shower from nature, while these girls got to lie here and stink. A guard came in twice a day, once with food and water, the second time with just water. Swamp water. It made all of the girls sick. During their lockdown, all of the girls fought with shitting their shorts. Every girl rooted every other on, cause no one wanted to smell it or be near it, but it happened.

It even happened to poor Laura. She fought it like a trooper though. She got water when offered, thirsty like an animal, like all the other girls. Later that night her stomach started twisting and churning and pulsating and gurgling and she was in great pain. Natalie was getting uncomfortable too, but Laura was the first to blow. Laura had diarrhea all night and the next morning, while Abby was trying to get away from her, which the cuffs would not allow. Abby soon enough shit herself though, like every other girl. That was the first day too.

By the third day the whole place reeked. The girls stunk of vagina, shit, sweat, body odor, onions, garlic, ammonia, whatever. They were all half conscious when the guard came in. He unlocked each girl. He then kicked each girl outside to work, it was morning.

The girls were in no shape to work, not do anything but lay in their beds all day. That was not the life here though, and they would be forced to work no matter how fatigued or sick they were. They were fresh off punishment and expected to perform. The guards lined the girls up for roll call. They stood there in the morning sun, some clutching their guts, others wiping the grimy sweat off their brows.

Jessica was standing there, her stomach not in near as bad shape as some of the other girls. She had shit her shorts once during the punishment, but still that was enough to keep her from ever being comfortable, as if comfort was attainable in this environment. It was a mild dump if anything, she knew better than to drink the water offered her.

Laura was not as lucky. She did not listen to her new friend and lover, Jessica, and drank as much water as she could get. She was so thirsty she disregarded anything her lover said to her from the bed from the other side of the room during their punishment, and boy did she pay. Laura kept asking for more water, as the cell was a steamy stink bath, and she craved some kind of relief. She could not move at all, and she happily took all the water the guard gave her. Later on, she had the worst stomach cramps of her life, and no relief at all. She could not even shift on her side to ease the pain. She had never shit herself in her adult life, or ever since she remembered. On the first day of her confinement, that evening, she had several attacks of diarrhea that she fought with but lost to. She was a horrible stinking, dehumanized mess, having filled her shorts more times than she would like to remember.

Her bedmate, Abby, the first girl the other girls saw shit herself, had one accident the whole time. She was the quiet girl, but she fought like the rest of them. She already had shitty shorts anyway, unlike Laura, who now had to deal with having shit in her panties and shorts until she got a new pair which may not be ever, even though she always had to wear them.

Katie was standing there, her whole shirt soaked in sweat and crusted with double sweat. Her hair was a mess of grease, these girls had not showered or had anything for over a week in the tropical climate. She had moist shit on her arm still from three days before, but it was still wet and moist from the heat and her profuse sweating. She had shit herself real good on the 2nd day of her punishment, and it offended all the other girls real bad, it stunk during the midday heat wave.

Mackenzie and Natalie stood there, wiped out, drained of energy, already sweating in the early morning sun. Mackenzie had already shit herself earlier before the punishment, but her diarrhea really went haywire when she was fed the swamp water. She was a mess. She had diarrhea for two and a half days, while poor Natalie was stuck right next to her, trying not to get dirty. Natalie had a small accident, she could hold it well, but it was nothing like Mackenzie's. Jenny was in her own bed, and she shit herself once in the bed, and that was horrible to her. But what was really bad was her heatrash. It was aching so horribly bad, she wanted to die. She was thick, and she was hurting in this heat.

All the girls had heatrash. All the girls had shit in their pants. All the girls were sunburnt, but Jenny and Erin had been peeling a day before. Their shirts were heavy from the tropical sweat of one week plus and their shorts were heavy from the waste they produced but were never allowed to get away from. They had not wiped their ass in a week and it hurt real bad. No escape, no escape from this fucking pain hot heatwave hell bullshit. Stinking sick shit motherfuckers, all this is fucking death. Gross stinking pain, peeling skin. Dried feces stuck to the backs of our legs and ass.

"Okay, move out bitches." The guard yelled, while other guards poked the girls with the butts of their rifles. The girls started walking to the worksite.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do." Laura said as she walked. Her face was peeling, her armpits burning red fire. She could not move without pain. She still poured sweat over her fiery skin, blazing in agony. She had diarrhea stuck to her shorts two days old. "I have to go, I have to kill myself or something." Laura was at the end of her rope.

Jessica grabbed her as the walked. "You stay bitch. I love you, and you have to stay and we will walk out of here together. Don't you fucking give up on me after all this." She said. Right then she grabbed the greasy hair of her lover and slammed her face against hers. They sucked sweat and saliva and lips. They exchanged fluids and kept walking.

The girls walked in the toasty tropical morning sun and came to their worksite. The started breaking up the rock, ever so slowly. Their bones ached. Their muscles twitched. Their stomachs churned, they had not had a bite of real food and they all reeked of body odor, no shower for one week plus. Heat rash and sunburns, all the girls working looked like they were dying. Faces, bodies all constantly red. One and half hours into their work, they really start to show signs of fatigue.

They start leaning on their shovels, wiping the sweat and grime off their face, stinking like bowels. A guard will come by and hit them in the back with a rifle butt, get them moving again. The early sun took it's toll on the poor girls, they baked and got crisp to the morning sun. They coughed and drifted, trying to get away from the disgusting heat and constant pain and discomfort.

Finally it was noon. Break. Lunch. Break. The girls all sat down for break. Most layed down, lying under the brutal sun that showed no mercy. Jenny was the most sunburnt, her skin was peeling and red as blood. Soaking in sweat and red as blood still, however, no mercy will be shown. Erin was second, her skin peeling in her face really badly. Red and crisp. Her face was constantly contorted in agony and pain, disgust and discomfort.

Laura lied down, the first break of the day. Her bowels still hurt. Her shorts were still full of a mess from the other night, and was not even allowed to change. She lied on the ground, gasping for air in the humid tropical midday. She looked to her side, and saw Jessica lying next to her, relaxing, taking a breath of fresh air. Laura's bowel's still hurt, they hurt real bad.

After about five minutes, they churned, and Laura knew what was happening. She was having more diarrhea. She got up to relieve herself, but suddenly was stuck in the face. Boom. Nose broken, blood shooting down her face, falling to her knees, the end result of a rifle butt to the face. On her knees, she held her face, nose bleeding in all directions. She could not feel the pain yet, it was more of a ringing sound in her head and overwhelming blow to her senses.

When she finally remembered where she was, and really remembered she was in this shit hole prison camp, she stood up. Laura had been on her knees. She had been knocked in the face with a rifle butt, she fell on her knees, shit her pants again, held her hands against her face that was gushing blood and risen up. When she rose up, she was thrust in a reality too grim to imagine.

The guard who had hit Laura in the face with his rifle, was now fighting for the life of his ear and eye. Jessica, while watching the whole event happen, had leaped up and grabbed the guard responsible for Laura's beating. She had grabbed him, and bitten off his ear. His head was gushing blood while Jessica was still clawing at him. She managed to stick her fingers in his eye, pull out his left eye, and mutilate part of his face with her own teeth.

The guard was in Jessica's grasp. When she was chewing on the flesh of his face and moving her fingers around in his eye socket, she was knocked in the back of her head with another rifle butt.

It was from another guard. Jessica was knocked halfway cold from the blow, she opened her eyes just enough to see it coming. Boom, ba, bing. Fuck. That's it. The guard swung the rifle as hard as he could and busted all of Jessica's front teeth all around her. She moved her jaw to scream in pain, a scream that at the time she was not even capable of, when the guard hit her again. He slammed the butt of his rifle in her face, smashing her cheek and jawbone, making her eye gush blood.

Laura watched in horror as the guard stuck his finger up the unconscious girl's asshole and sniff it.

Jungle Jail for Her Part 14

The girls were in no shape to work, not do anything but lay in their beds all day. That was not the life here though, and they would be forced to work no matter how fatigued or sick they were. They were fresh off punishment and expected to perform. The guards lined the girls up for roll call. They stood there in the morning sun, some clutching their guts, others wiping the grimy sweat off their brows.

Jessica was standing there, her stomach not in near as bad shape as some of the other girls. She had shit her shorts once during the punishment, but still that was enough to keep her from ever being comfortable, as if comfort was attainable in this environment. It was a mild dump if anything, she knew better than to drink the water offered her.

Laura was not as lucky. She did not listen to her new friend and lover, Jessica, and drank as much water as she could get. She was so thirsty she disregarded anything her lover said to her from the bed from the other side of the room during their punishment, and boy did she pay. Laura kept asking for more water, as the cell was a steamy stink bath, and she craved some kind of relief. She could not move at all, and she happily took all the water the guard gave her. Later on, she had the worst stomach cramps of her life, and no relief at all. She could not even shift on her side to ease the pain. She had never shit herself in her adult life, or ever since she remembered. On the first day of her confinement, that evening, she had several attacks of diarrhea that she fought with but lost to. She was a horrible stinking, dehumanized mess, having filled her shorts more times than she would like to remember.

Her bedmate, Abby, the first girl the other girls saw shit herself, had one accident the whole time. She was the quiet girl, but she fought like the rest of them. She already had shitty shorts anyway, unlike Laura, who now had to deal with having shit in her panties and shorts until she got a new pair which may not be ever, even though she always had to wear them.

Katie was standing there, her whole shirt soaked in sweat and crusted with double sweat. Her hair was a mess of grease, these girls had not showered or had anything for over a week in the tropical climate. She had moist shit on her arm still from three days before, but it was still wet and moist from the heat and her profuse sweating. She had shit herself real good on the 2nd day of her punishment, and it offended all the other girls real bad, it stunk during the midday heat wave.

Mackenzie and Natalie stood there, wiped out, drained of energy, already sweating in the early morning sun. Mackenzie had already shit herself earlier before the punishment, but her diarrhea really went haywire when she was fed the swamp water. She was a mess. She had diarrhea for two and a half days, while poor Natalie was stuck right next to her, trying not to get dirty. Natalie had a small accident, she could hold it well, but it was nothing like Mackenzie's. Jenny was in her own bed, and she shit herself once in the bed, and that was horrible to her. But what was really bad was her heatrash. It was aching so horribly bad, she wanted to die. She was thick, and she was hurting in this heat.

All the girls had heatrash. All the girls had shit in their pants. All the girls were sunburnt, but Jenny and Erin had been peeling a day before. Their shirts were heavy from the tropical sweat of one week plus and their shorts were heavy from the waste they produced but were never allowed to get away from. They had not wiped their ass in a week and it hurt real bad. No escape, no escape from this fucking pain hot heatwave hell bullshit. Stinking sick shit motherfuckers, all this is fucking death. Gross stinking pain, peeling skin. Dried feces stuck to the backs of our legs and ass.

"Okay, move out bitches." The guard yelled, while other guards poked the girls with the butts of their rifles. The girls started walking to the worksite.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do." Laura said as she walked. Her face was peeling, her armpits burning red fire. She could not move without pain. She still poured sweat over her fiery skin, blazing in agony. She had diarrhea stuck to her shorts two days old. "I have to go, I have to kill myself or something." Laura was at the end of her rope.

Jessica grabbed her as the walked. "You stay bitch. I love you, and you have to stay and we will walk out of here together. Don't you fucking give up on me after all this." She said. Right then she grabbed the greasy hair of her lover and slammed her face against hers. They sucked sweat and saliva and lips. They exchanged fluids and kept walking.

The girls walked in the toasty tropical morning sun and came to their worksite. The started breaking up the rock, ever so slowly. Their bones ached. Their muscles twitched. Their stomachs churned, they had not had a bite of real food and they all reeked of body odor, no shower for one week plus. Heat rash and sunburns, all the girls working looked like they were dying. Faces, bodies all constantly red. One and half hours into their work, they really start to show signs of fatigue.

They start leaning on their shovels, wiping the sweat and grime off their face, stinking like bowels. A guard will come by and hit them in the back with a rifle butt, get them moving again. The early sun took it's toll on the poor girls, they baked and got crisp to the morning sun. They coughed and drifted, trying to get away from the disgusting heat and constant pain and discomfort.

Finally it was noon. Break. Lunch. Break. The girls all sat down for break. Most layed down, lying under the brutal sun that showed no mercy. Jenny was the most sunburnt, her skin was peeling and red as blood. Soaking in sweat and red as blood still, however, no mercy will be shown. Erin was second, her skin peeling in her face really badly. Red and crisp. Her face was constantly contorted in agony and pain, disgust and discomfort.

Laura lied down, the first break of the day. Her bowels still hurt. Her shorts were still full of a mess from the other night, and was not even allowed to change. She lied on the ground, gasping for air in the humid tropical midday. She looked to her side, and saw Jessica lying next to her, relaxing, taking a breath of fresh air. Laura's bowel's still hurt, they hurt real bad.

After about five minutes, they churned, and Laura knew what was happening. She was having more diarrhea. She got up to relieve herself, but suddenly was stuck in the face. Boom. Nose broken, blood shooting down her face, falling to her knees, the end result of a rifle butt to the face. On her knees, she held her face, nose bleeding in all directions. She could not feel the pain yet, it was more of a ringing sound in her head and overwhelming blow to her senses.

When she finally remembered where she was, and really remembered she was in this shit hole prison camp, she stood up. Laura had been on her knees. She had been knocked in the face with a rifle butt, she fell on her knees, shit her pants again, held her hands against her face that was gushing blood and risen up. When she rose up, she was thrust in a reality too grim to imagine.

The guard who had hit Laura in the face with his rifle, was now fighting for the life of his ear and eye. Jessica, while watching the whole event happen, had leaped up and grabbed the guard responsible for Laura's beating. She had grabbed him, and bitten off his ear. His head was gushing blood while Jessica was still clawing at him. She managed to stick her fingers in his eye, pull out his left eye, and mutilate part of his face with her own teeth.

The guard was in Jessica's grasp. When she was chewing on the flesh of his face and moving her fingers around in his eye socket, she was knocked in the back of her head with another rifle butt.

It was from another guard. Jessica was knocked halfway cold from the blow, she opened her eyes just enough to see it coming. Boom, ba, bing. Fuck. That's it. The guard swung the rifle as hard as he could and busted all of Jessica's front teeth all around her. She moved her jaw to scream in pain, a scream that at the time she was not even capable of, when the guard hit her again. He slammed the butt of his rifle in her face, smashing her cheek and jawbone, making her eye gush blood.

Laura watched in horror as the guard stuck his finger up the unconscious girl's asshole and sniff it.

Jungle Jail for Her Part 15

Jamie, Meg and Alex just finished the days work. They had been here for a total of fourteen days. This means fourteen days with no shower, no washing of any kind, no deodorant, no wiping their asses or no change of clothing. This means they smelled like foul human beings in the tropical climate.

Jamie was a bigger girl but beautiful. She had a dark complection and had a beautiful face. Meg was your typical 20 year old. But she was dirty as shit and sweating like a hog. Alex was sweating like a hog, but she was very pretty. What the boys in school would call hot and spy on her in gym class, even though she was not the skiniest.

The girls all had diarrhea but none had accidents, which they were all grateful for. They all did have a horrible case of swamp asses, but after two weeks of not wiping, they all are limping. Their cell smells like asshole. They were soaked in sweat and reeking of body odor. They would have to work another day tomorrow. Have fucking fun.

Nice work here. This is one of those stories that's so gross you have to keep reading it. It just gets fouler and fouler. I thought the girl shitting her pants at the start on the bus was bad, but now we have them sleeping in it and guards licking it off too.

I just had to think... I thought I had a shitty day at work, but that fuck I'm not here.

Jamie, Alex and Meg were freshly locked in their hellhole cell for another night. They were only three girls, but their cell was almost half the size of some of the other cells. There was one bed, and two girls shared it while one alternated the bed and floor. Alex and Meg had the bed tonight, while Jamie sleeps on the floor. Poor Jamie was on her period, as there were blood stains on her front crotch. The girls were all coughing, gagging from the stench, praying for rain.

Once it started raining the other day, the guards got over half the girls and locked them back in their cells. Some lucky girls got to work in the rain, washing the filth away for a brief while. Jamie, Meg and Alex were the unlucky ones, as the rain came the guard forced them back in, while they watched the water from the only tiny window in their cell. This was three days ago.

Now they were done with their labor of the day, and sat in the cell to try to relax and wait for the next grueling workday. Trying to stay positive, trying to be comfortable. A guard came by and gave them their cups of water. They had absolutely no water in the cell, the guards took it away when they suspected the girls were using it to wash.

Jamie was in the beginning, she was a preppy spoiled girl who was never dirty for more than a day in her life. So naturally, the first thing she did when she got back from their first day of hard labor outside was wipe herself down. Her pits, face, asshole and vagina. It helped a little, but there being no soap or washcloths, the effect was minimal.

Even though the guards clearly prohibited this, the other girls followed. It was too hard to resist, cleaning up, easing the pain, the burning red fire of their scortched skin. Next day they came in the cell, the water bucket was gone. A guard came by shortly after with water for them, in cups. Not enough to really quench a thirst, much less wash down a filthy body.

It was still hot as hell inside the cells, even when they came back from their backbreaking labor. So the girls all sat there, took their clothes off and sit in their stained, sweaty undies, trying to cool down. They took their shoes and socks off and cleaned the dead wet skin from their hot feet. It came off like butter, and they had to be careful to not rub them too much, or they would get a rash that would most likely never heal. This place had no baby powder obviously.

So the girls all sat their in their white undies that now had brown streaks in their buttcracks from not wiping and 24/7 swamp ass. They used their wet, nasty shirts to wipe down their pits and faces, knowing good and well they would have to put them on again in the early morning. Meg had to gently pat dry the sweat on her face, because if she just wiped it real good, it would bring a layer of dead skin off of her sunburnt cheeks.

The girls used the bathroom in turn. First Jamie, then Meg and Alex did later. The bucket was half full, as Meg took it out last week to dump it. It was Jamie's turn this week and Alex's turn next week. If they all lasted until then.

Jamie layed on the floor of the cell, and put her arms over her eyes. She had period cramps and felt naustious and sick. Sick of the smell of the cell, sick of smelled herself. Even with her arms over her face, she could clearly identify her pungent odor from her steaming, unwashed pits. She could identify the other girls' stenches as well. She was hoping no one would shit for awhile, because that would be the last thing she wanted right now: to smell another bitch's rotten shit in this fucking inferno, with one little window and the putrid bucket sitting right there all night. Her asshole hurt like wildfire and she was developing a nasty rash on her sides, under her armpits. It continued to burn with each day.

Alex layed on the bed, right next to Meg. They slept back to sweaty back. Each morning there would be a collective pool of sweat under whoever was sleeping there. It was inevitable. Every once in awhile, a girl would have to get up and step over the girl on the floor to use the bucket in the middle of the night. Sleep was light for everyone. About four or five days ago Jamie lept out of bed, stepped on Meg who was on the floor, waking her, and ran to the toilet, yanking down her wet panties and sprayed diarrhea into the bucket. She put her oily face in her hands while her guts erupted. All the other girls moaned and clutched their noses, trying to fight the smell. At least there were no accidents, just unwiped asses.

So now Alex and Meg shared the bed tonight, while Jamie was lying on the floor. It almost was better on the floor, cause you did not have to sleep in each other's sweat and filth, but it was less comfy. And there was always a chance of getting woken up on trips to the bucket.

There was a communal feeling of sickness in the stank, humid air. They had watched from a distance the beating of Laura and the severe beating of Jessica, who mutilated a guard with her bare hands and teeth. That was during the days work. The were inspired with hope at Jessica beating the guard, but when she finally got her's, everyone's hopes and dreams were crushed. They did not see where they took Jessica, but they watched as a guard stepped on Laura's gut while she was on the ground, forcing her to empty her bowels again. This was hell on Earth.

The girls managed to get a little shut eye. The night was quiet, the sounds of the jungle muddled by coughing and shifting from the girls, all of whom were trying their best to get comfortable, knowing tomorrow would be just as hard if not harder than today. Suddenly it was morning, early morning. Meg awoke and shook Alex, who woke up instantly.

"What? You need out?" Alex said, half asleep, sweaty.

"Lemme out, I'm sick." Meg pushed Alex aside, stepping on poor Jamie's leg, who was already annoyed, not having slept well. Meg ran to the bucket and started puking her guts up.

"Great, just what we fucking need." Jamie snarled. She rolled away from the spectacle. Sickness will spread fucking fast in this nasty little dungeon.

"She's sick, she can't help it. Cut her some slack." Alex said.

While Meg was purging herself violently, Alex came by and held her greasy oily wet hair out of her face. Meg puked again, much bigger this time and grunted, trying to catch her breath, her eyes tearful. Alex was rubbing Meg's sweaty back with her fingertips. Meg puked again, but this time from both ends.

"Goddamnit, fuck!" she screamed, at the end of her rope. She just had diarrhea as she puked, filling her undies. Jamie heard the crackling sound, knowing exactly what happened.

"Fucking great, good one." Jamie said to the sick girl.

"I cant fucking help it! Shut the fuck up, I didn't want to..." she said, and started crying softly. "You can take the bed now, I'll sleep on the fucking floor." She waddled over to the bucket and carefully took off her underwear so nothing would spill into their living quarters. She held her heavy, sweaty, shitty panties over the bucket. It was not a very big dump, but liquid in consistency and enough to make her and all of the other girl's lives hell. She emptied them as best as she could, but they were still nasty and soiled. She sat over the bucket and tried to squeeze some more out, but not a lot came.

Jamie got up and went back to bed with Alex; all the girls knowing they had about 30 minutes more of sleep before rolecall.
Meg did not get to sleep, she had more diarrhea and felt like death. All too soon, they heard the alarms for rolecall and the girls all groaned as they awoke from their not too good slumbers. They all started putting their nasty soiled clothes back on.

Meg put her wet, sweaty shirt back on, as the shirts never dry in the night. She put her dirty socks back on, and hesitantly pulled her shitty panties back on and put on her shorts. The girl's all used the bucket before being released, knowing that would be their best chance of the day. Meg softly cried to herself, knowing that this could be her worst day ever.

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Jungle Jail for Her Part 17

It was noon, day 15, although all of the girls had lost track of their time spent there. It was the hottest part of the day, and also their lunch break. The girls were lying on the hot rocks, their arms and hands over their sun scortched faces, trying to block the radiation. They were drinking their water and eating the loaf of unrecognizable food that they were given.

Jamie and Alex had watched Natalie pass out earlier, falling onto the rock about an hour or two ago. The guards dragged her away; none of the girls know where. They watched as Laura cried to herself, working in the sun, missing her friend and lover Jessica, not knowing where she was.

Meg was sick, real sick. She had puked earlier in the morning on the rocks, while working. Now it was their only break, and she went behind some bushes and pulled her soiled shorts and panties down. She felt her salty sweat drip into her eyes, she felt sweat run down her back and into her dirty ass crack. She did not even have to push, she sprayed hot diarrhea onto the jungle floor. It hurt, she grunted. It sucks to sweat your ass off all the while having a watery bowel movement under the sun. She grabbed a leaf and cleaned herself the best she could before returning to her friends.

Jamie had developed a severe rash on her stomach, the side of her ass, and under her right arm pit. The skin was raw and moist from her sweat and filth, and was just about to break out into an open sore. It hurt to move, but she knew she had to work or she would be in worse shape than now. She sat there, sipping her water, her shirt rolled up to give her burning stomach some air. Her shirt was stuck to her wet, dirty body. Her crotch was a mess of period blood, sweat and dried piss. It stunk through her shorts.

Alex was lying on the rock panting like a dog, wishing she was dead. She got up to take a piss and right when she came back, the guards yelled to get back to work. Fuck.

And work they did, right until the sun began to set. They were all sunburnt and wet, some girls had accidents, most did not. Meg did not have another accident, but she had a big dump coming on and was clenching her asscheeks until they got back to their cells. Pain and hurt revealed themselves on the girls' red, greasy faces. One of the girls, Jessie, had second degree burns from the sun, and no access to any ointments, creams or powders to help comfort her. There is nothing worse than being in the sun already burnt and with no shower for over two weeks. Sticky. The girls were marched back to their cells, but first they had to see an example. The example was Jessica...

They were lined up in front of her. Jessica was in a black metal coffin like structure, positioned right in front of the sun. The door was open. The coffin was coated in black tar. Her mouth still had dried blood on it from the day before when her front teeth were knocked out. The coffin was slanted up diagonally. Her legs and wrists were chained, so movement was impossible. Laura sobbed as she looked at her only friend and lover. The head guard let the girls watch for about 5 minutes, and then he spoke.

"This is your comrade, and this is what happens when you mess with the guards. If you cunts think you have it bad now, just think about her. That box gets to be about 125 degrees during the day and the tar helps keep the heat at night. There is no hope for rain, as as soon as it starts raining we lock the door right up. It acts as an oven of sorts. There is an air pipe, but it slants down just to make sure she does not get one rain drop. She will never leave that box, and she WILL die in there. Not too soon though. We feed her twice a day, good, big, huge meals guaranteed to satisfy her, haha. We give her water so she is hydrated. She cannot move in there, she is stuck. At night we shut the box, just to make sure she does not get any rain. At morning we open it and let that great sun beat down on her all day. She will never be able to use a bathroom, take off her clothes, scratch her ass, or roll over and move ever again. Whenever that bitch shits, it will stay with her forever until the end of her life. And I will see to it personally that that will be a long, long life. We will take care of her so she can suffer. This is our version of hell."

The girls watched in horror, not believing their eyes or ears. Jessica was saturated in sweat, and she was moving her head to keep the rolling sweat out of her eyes. She was gasping for air, grunting. She coughed, and looked at the head guard.

"Fuck you you fucking pig. Burn in hell." she spat towards the guard, but it landed right outside her coffin.

"Ah, I like a little fight. You girls watch, it is her feeding time."

Two guards with a pump and a tube walked to Jessica. They grabbed her oilly hair and pulled it, and she pulled back, defiant as ever. Suddenly a guard punched her in the guts, knocking her air out. Then one grabbed her nose and the other put one end of the tube in her mouth. The other guard put a glove on and pulled out a can of brownish cream collored paste with chunks and grabbed a handful and smeared it into the opposite end of the tube.

"Thats her meal girls. A nice collection of snake meat, raw fish, plants, insects, spiders, moldy bread and whatever the fuck else we want to put in it. She gets that twice a day and she gets a lot of it."

Right then the two guards attached the pump and began pumping the foul mixture into Jessica's stomach. Tears ran down her burnt cheeks, and the girls watched as her stomach expanded.

"We give her about a gallon at a time... and we give her plenty of water, cause we cant have her dying on us. Haha..." The guards then pulled the tube out and put their hands on her mouth and covered her nose so she would swallow. When she did she started coughing and gagging and they shut the door on her. Laura was heartbroken.

"And for her defiance, I have had the guards remove all the bunks in your cells. All your buckets have been removed, so your new bathroom is the floor. You will be rationed your water, so enjoy it. And not only that, all of you will be crammed into four cells, so I hope you are all ready for a miserable night of standing while you sleep. Good luck getting any fresh air, you stinking bitches. Sardines have it good compared to what you bitches are going to go through."

So 12-15 stinking, sweaty, unwashed girls will be crammed into cells designed for 3 to 4 girls. There will be no room to move or shift at all. The night will be total pain and misery, and there is no telling how long it will last.

Jungle Jail for Her Part 18

"Okay you stupid bitches, get moving. Your going to sprint back to your cells and the last one to get there is going in the stockades. Move!" The guard screamed, as two more guards chased the girls like cattle with a whip while they scattered.

The girls started running as fast as the guards were chasing them, as they whipped the stragglers. Jenny was one straggler, her red burnt face dripping with sweat and her thick legs pumping, running as she fought to keep up with the leaner girls. As she pumped her arms her increasingly bad heat rash burnt like the fire of hell.

Mackenzie was straggling too. Her body was golden brown tan from the 15 days in the sun, and it was about to be burnt. She was a good runner as she had been a soccer player, but she was lagging because of her stomach cramps. Her stomach was turning in knots, and it had been all day. The swamp water she had drank during her punishment had wrecked considerable havok on her system and she had had diarrhea ever sense. She had managed to hold it until the lunch break and she had still been holding back another.

She was mortified to hear that they would be crammed into a cell for an undetermined amount of time, which meant she would be forced to defecate inside. There were going to be no more buckets either the guard said. Her asshole was on fire too, as she had shit herself days before and could not get clean. Her shorts were moist with sweat, piss and shit. Her socks had some on them too, and some was caked on her beautiful, athletic legs.
She knew she would not get a time to relieve herself decently, so better out than in. She did not want to soil the harsh, stinking environment anymore than needbe that the girls would have to live in, so she let her loose bowels relax as she ran. She swallowed her pride as she felt another fresh, hot torrent of diarrhea flow into her already wet, dirty clothes. It made her tortured guts feel better anyway.

Katie was running, on the verge of passing out. Her muscles ached all day from sleeping in the contorted position and her arm still had a little shit on it. Most had come off during the day's long sweat and she just wiped it off as she sweat. Her clothes were all wet, there was nothing dry. It looked like she just jumped in a pool. Her face and back of her neck was on fire, and there was no cure. Her shorts were stained and soiled.
Her face was broken out in ache.

Abby was almost leading the girls. She looked just as bad as the other girls but was more focused. Her face was burning red, her skin was so burnt. It glistened in the sun, as her sweat did little to relieve her burns. Her face was contorted in a picture of agony, she was so gross and dirty after 18 days with no shower. Only 15 were at camp and she had shit herself on the bus the first day. She was messy. She had also shit herself a few days ago during punishment, but it was not as bad as the first. She did not feel as bad because she was used to it. Just cause she was used to it though did not mean her asscrack was any cleaner, it fucking hurt.

Laura was behind Abby, her guts still just fucked. She did not know what to do. She felt pity for Jessica, and pure blind rage. She had to help her friend somehow, but how, she could not even help herself. She felt another massive loose shit coming on and could not do anything about it. Her shorts were sagging, she still had semi liquid turds in them. She could not even clean them out, she felt subhuman. And she was subhuman, here at least. Now she would have to stand against all these other women, sweat their asses off and piss and shit on each other for who knows how long. She thought she might die when they lock them in the cells, even though she had no idea how bad it actually would be. She hoped she would die anyway. But then she could not help Jessica, her friend and lover who is being constantly tortured in that black coffin.

Alex was leading, she was not sick. She was just sick of smelling herself and the other girls, but it was so awful. Her asshole burned, she had not wiped in over two weeks. Her pussy smelled like raw onions, hell for that matter her whole body smelled like raw onions. Her ass smelled like old, sweaty shit though. It made her underwear brown, cause her sweat mixed with shit made a brown water stain. Her crotch was covered in creamy, dead, slimy skin as her wet shorts rubbing around it as she ran. Her hair was so greasy she feel the grease in her sweat roll down her face. She did not know what the future held.

Meg was running, just like the other girls. She was hurting, she had puked earlier and had more diarrhea. She was sick as shit and about to get sicker. She just filled her shorts whenever she wanted to, it was her only choice in this hell. It was considered normal, no one cared, everyone just felt sorry for each other.

Jamie was in the middle, sweating like a hog. Her period was still going and it was wretched. Her whole body itched. Her crotch itched but she was afraid to touch it, not knowing what gross horrors she might find there. Her asshole burned and itched but she did not touch that for the same reason. She could smell her nasty pits, they stunk. Now she would have to be in a cell with a bunch of other girls, that was fucking bullshit. She would get dirtier and fouler and she would smell the other bitches shit and foulness. It was fucking sick, she knew she would vomit. She could not even take it before.

Erin was running right next to Jesse. Erin was trying to be calm. She was a mess, she was already the nastiest she had ever been in her life like a week ago, so now she was real bad. She was really sun burnt as well, her skin had been pealing for five days and there was not shit she could do about it. Not even throw some cool water on my face. She could not even clean up the mess she had made on herself. Jesse was in just as bad shape as Erin, pealing, wet and red as blood.

The girls finally got to the cells, and they all stopped, leaned down and most of them clutched their guts, grabbed their knees to catch their breath or just fell on the ground totally exhausted. The guards started poking the girls into the cell with their rifles. A couple of girls puked outside before they got in, a couple shit before they got in. They were being forced in as they tried to squeeze the shit out while they outside.

Meg stood there and grunted and pushed. Her shorts flooded with mushy diarrhea and it rolled down her legs and into her front. It went into her shoes and splattered on the jungle floor.

"Okay, get inside." A guard said as he grabbed her by her greasy hair and threw her in. Erin, Mackenzie and Katie were the last girls to go in. They could not even shut the doors at first, they had to shove Mackenzie in against the other girls and then they shut the door.

Room was tight. You could not extend your arms. You could not touch your nose. You not shift. You could maybe turn around with the effort from others including yourself, but not very easy. It was already hot as hell and the close girls were sweating more due to the body heat factor. Jenny was the closest to the window and even she was gasping her air. There was lots of coughing and gagging sounds, as the stench was already beyond putrid. Some burst into tears. Some wanted to, but they held it, knowing that it would be a bigger energy expenditure than it was actually worth. Suddenly breathing became very difficult. Girls were gasping for air. This was too much. The air became stale and moist, rich with disgusting scents of unwashed bodies, moldy clothes waste, body odor, shit and piss. It became very difficult to breath, but breathing was possible. The first hour seemed like 2, and the second seemed like 4 or 5. No telling how long they will be here.

to be continued...

will this ever end?

Bumping for teh awesome that is this story

Jungle Jail For Her Part 19

Imagine if you will, a hot, humid jungle environment. Temperatures reach around 85-95 degrees with stifling humidity that will make everything moist and sticky. If you just stand there for a minute you will start sweating profusely and become dripping wet.

So now imagine 10 women in their late teens and early twenties in this environment. Remember they have no makeup. They have no prissy lotions. They have no deodorant, tooth paste, tampons, not even razors to shave themselves. They have not been without these cosmetics for over a day ever since they could remember.
They have not changed their clothes in over two weeks. They have not bathed or washed in over two weeks. They have worked in the hot sun with no shade or even have felt air conditioning and they have been soaked in their own dirty sweat and grease.

They have had no sanitation. They could not wipe their little assholes. They could not even shower when they had old shit caked in their asses in the humid hellish jungle heat. Some girls have shit in their pants and can not even change them. Most of the bitches are plagued with diarrhea.

They are sunburnt and constantly sweating, wet and growing with foul, stinking bacteria. Their sweat on their red brows is turning yellow and brown and there is nothing they can do about it. Their clothes are stained with multiple layers of smelly sweat that is now brown. Their backs, pits, chests, stomachs, asses and thighs all sweat.

Now imagine all these bitches crammed into a tight little cell all shitting and pissing where they stand. There is no room. Over the night there was crying, moaning, puking, shitting. There were sounds and sights of misery and pain, total depravity. They all lasted the first night although there was no sleep to be had even though a girl passed out. By the midday the girls around her were shoving her, trying to wake her up.

Jenny was asleep and not responding. The girls surrounding her panicked and started yelling for help, none of which that came to their aid. Jenny was standing there still with all the other girls, but she was not awake. Nor would she wake up ever again. She was dehydrated and overheated, and she died in the middle of the night.

The girls all hoped that they would get out of that hell before she started to rot in the heat.

to be continued...

Dude, seriously, this is awesome. I couldn't imagine dealing with this.

Jungle Jail For Her Part 20

After one more night in the stinking, hot, small cramped cell the bitches were let out. The girls that had to stand next to the dead Jenny were traumatized a little more than the other girls. The girls who did not shit their pants during their stay in the camp so far actually probably came in contact with another bitches diarrhea, both in capturing the virus and either stepping in it or getting it on their greasy wet legs. All the girls pissed themselves that night, but that does not even matter now, as their discomfort is so great that is the last thing on their minds. A couple girls drug Jenny's body out through the door as they limped into the morning jungle sun.

"Stand at attention bitches." The guard yelled at the girls. Some were wimpering, and some were strong. Laura was sobbing. Erin was sobbing.

"There will be no tolerating of bending the rules or stepping out of line. This is what all of you will get and even worse if it happens again. Understood?"

The girls replied "Yes, sir."

"Good", the head guard smiled. "Now we are going to have some fun. I need two volunteers... fuck it, I'll just pick... You and You!" He pointed at a girl, Angela, and another girl, Briana.

Angela was a thick girl. She was 23. She was extremely beautiful, and clearly having a real rough time with these conditions. Her skin was fair so she was extremely sunburnt. Being a little thicker too, she was always sweating more than the other girls, and has almost passed out and had to pace herself. She does not handle heat well. Not only that, but her arms, back of her thighs and shins and under her armpits all had developed a severe rash. She itched them all at first, and had to stop because they developed into open sores that never did heal but get worse with each day. They are open, pussy, and bleeding, and every move she makes is painful. The constant coating of sweat and grease on her skin is not helping matters. She was busted for drugs.

Briana was a preppy college girl who was used to brand name clothing labels, drinking and partying and tanning and swimming. She had a pool in her backyard, she was a spoiled rich girl. She was 22. Clearly she was out of her element here, suffering and complaining to other miserable girls that didn't care but would like to shut her up.

"Okay, you two. You bitches are disgusting. When was the last time you washed yourselves?" The guard asked.

"I dont know sir, maybe a month?" Angela replied, with a sneer of mockery in her voice but not too present for fear of more pain.

"I don't know sir," Briana said looking at the ground.

"Would you bitches like to take a shower?" The guard asked, smiling.

Both of the girls eyes lit up. The other girls could not believe what they were hearing. Angela thought it was too good to be true. Briana was more naive. Both said yes sir enthusiastically.

"Well you bitches are going to fight for it. Form a circle bitches." The guard yelled. The girls formed a circle, knowing there was no choice. Briana was terrified. Angela was hyped, knowing she was probably going to get a shower. Fuck yes! Briana did not want to fight.

"Your going down bitch, I'm getting that fucking shower." Angela said and smacked her hand into her fist.

"Um, sir do you think you could maybe choose a different girl? I really don't want to fight." She asked in her most polite, adorable girly voice. She was afraid to even ask him though, but she was more afraid of fighting this beast of a woman.

"If you forfeit you loose. And for the looser of this fight, they get to be tied to a log over there all day and night and force fed some ground up chili peppers and lard and vinegar and shit. So you'll wanna fight." The guard said, looking at Briana. Now Briana knew there was no choice. She would have to fight.

"Alright, fight girls." The guard yelled. The other girls remained quiet, but lots of them secretly wished they had been picked. At least they could have a chance to get clean. Even if the guards were lying, which they probably were, they would have a chance.

Briana put her fists up, clearly never having fought before. Angela came up to her and holding her fist.

"Alright bitch," she said. "One of us is going down and it's not going to be me. I don't want to have to hurt you." She looked sincere.

"I... I can't quit," Briana said and started grabbing Angelas hair. She screamed but she got her head up, ignored the pain and stuck Briana in her eye. It made a pop and Briana fell to the ground, the other girls were gasping at Angela's brutality.

Briana's nose was gushing blood and her eye was hurt and on it's way to swelling. She was crying, but her bleeding nose made it difficult.

"I said don't fuck with me bitch!" Angela said.

"Do you quit?" The guard asked, all of them very amused.

Right then Briana got up, grabbed Angela by the throat and shoved her hand in her face. Angela got hold of her though and took her to the ground. While Briana was on the ground she started clawing at Angela's open sores and Angela let out of harsh cry. It was then that Angela started beating the poor girl's face into the ground while blood gushed. She probably ruined the girl's face for life with one or two punches, but she gave her three more and got up. She looked at her fellow inmates and they looked on her with shock and a little disgust.
Briana laid there, motionless until one of the girls revived her. Briana's face was bleeding, both eyes were going to be black, her cheeks were swollen and she lost a few teeth. Her nose was broken too.

The girl who revived Briana tried to hold her and comfort her, as Briana was trying to cry but having a lot of difficulty. It was then when two guards shoved the girl and away and drug her over the log. They tied the crying girl on her back and did not even clean the blood off of her face or give her anything for her pain. She was lying there exhausted and beaten, miserable from two days in the close cell and already getting crisp and wet in the morning sun.

The guards gave her nothing for pain. Not even something to bite on and keep in her mouth for her broken and missing teeth. That was until they shoved a funnel in her mouth and brought over a bucket of multiple ground up chili's.

"Those chili peppers are extremely hot. It should make her a little uncomfortable for awhile," the guard said. "Then we'll give her some vinegar."

Right then the guards started dumping the chili paste in the funnel and even their eyes were burning from smelling them. Briana struggled, but the cuffs on the log kept her from winning. The heat consumed her, making her broken nose all the more worse. She thought she would die, and then they dumped vinegar in the funnel to wash it down and then they were giving her more.

A guard walked up to Angela, and handed her a fresh bar of soap. He handed her a towel, a fresh pair of clothes and underwear and socks and another guard brought her a bucket of water. The other girls watched in disgust.

Angela smiled, glad to know that she did what she did for this treasure. She peeled off her extremely soiled shirt and pants, and removed her filthy underwear that was the home of many little bugs like all the other girls. She threw them on the ground, and with an ecstatic smile, started washing her disgusting unclean body.

needs more!

MORE!
I say more fighting for privileges...showers, good food, and at the very end?

Everyone fights. Maybe...take Jessica out and have her fight with Laura?

Another idea, when all the girls are forced to fight, they get the winners from each group, match them up against each other, etcetc until we have the final winner, who is allowed to 'leave'. Just as she leaves, they get her and bring her back. =D Fuck with 'em.

someone should talk about all the diseases these girls would have by now. how do they look? what do they smell like? what kind of conditions do they have? what would they look and smell like in real life? just an idea...

someone should talk about the conditions these girls have by now. do they have any diseases by now? how would they smell and look like in real life? how would they feel? just an idea...

Nice. Not very realistic, but still nice.