BETTING GAMES

"My five dollars says the next ones will be white," said Sergeant Laski, shoving a crumpled note into Captain Muller's hand. "Plain white, with no pattern."

"Black," said Corporal Garth, offering a handful of coins to the captain. "I reckon the next color is gonna be black, or maybe blue."

"That's two guesses," Muller protested. "Two different bets. You better decide which color to put your money on, Garth. Black or blue, one or the other, but not both."

"Okay, black," the corporal replied, handing over his coins. "Two dollars fifty, in loose change. It's all I've got left."

"Five dollars is the minimum bet," said Laski, slapping Garth's shoulder.

"Forget it," said Muller. "It's only a game anyway. But my five dollars is definitely on patterned white, like the ones we just saw. They were very cute."

"White with blue stripes," said Garth. "Very cute indeed."

"Here comes the next prisoner," Laski growled, nudging the captain's arm.

The three soldiers stepped away from the high wall of the jail yard, turning to gaze at the dark open doorway at one end. They were big, clumsy men with paunchy stomachs and ugly faces. All three were swarthy and unshaven. Their khaki uniforms were dusty and stained. Each of the trio wore the peaked cap of the republican militia. In his right hand each man clutched a thin bamboo cane, no less than a meter in length.

A woman suddenly appeared in the open doorway. She was around twenty-five years old and very slim. Her hair was a rich mane of blonde curls that tumbled around her bare shoulders. She was quite attractive, though her pretty features were creased in a mask of terror. Her slender arms were tightly crossed over her chest to hide her naked bosom, for she wore nothing except a pair of bikini-style panties in black cotton.

"I win the bet!" Garth yelled triumphantly. "Black underwear. You owe me five dollars, Captain!"

Muller grumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. He flicked his cane against the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.

"A lucky guess, Corporal!" he snarled.

"Get ready, guys," said Sergeant Laski, pointing towards the doorway.

At that moment, the woman was pushed out into the prison yard by an unseen hand. Behind her a harsh female voice shouted: "Run, you stupid bitch! Run to the door on the far side! See if you can get there without getting whacked on your sexy little ass!"

With a squeal of terror, the young blonde scurried off, running nervously across the yard. Her destination was an open doorway in the further wall, barely fifty yards away. She covered half the distance when she found the route blocked by the three cane-wielding militiamen. Slowing her pace, she glanced uncertainly at their faces. To her horror she saw a glint of sadistic glee in their dark cruel eyes, and her knees turned to jelly. She kept her arms tightly crossed on her chest the whole time, but she felt the men's hot leering gaze crawling over her skin as they tried to catch a peek of her breasts.

Giving another squeal, she darted towards a gap between two of the men, keeping her eyes fixed on the door at the far end of the yard. Her cheeks were bright pink, blushing with embarrassment, as she scuttled through the gap. Being forced to run across a prison yard, wearing nothing but her panties, would have been embarrassing by itself, without the added humiliation of being observed by three men. Never before had she endured such a degrading ordeal. But there was worse to follow.

As she ran through the gap, one of the men swung his cane in a whistling arc. It struck the woman's bottom with a loud smack! which brought a terrified scream from her throat. A line of pain seared across her buttocks, beneath the thin black fabric of her panties, and she almost tumbled to the ground. Weeping and sobbing, she recovered her pace and ran on, but the men came after her. Another cane whistled through the air, and a second stroke smacked across her backside. The tight stretchy material of her underwear gave little protection from the vicious blow, and she knew her ass-cheeks were now marked by two broad pink welts.

Her bottom felt so sore that she could barely keep running. Even as she neared the doorway, a third stroke hissed behind her. Struggling bravely against the pain in her backside, she managed to dodge the deadly cane. A man's voice cursed loudly, calling her a sly little bitch, but she ignored the insult and reached her destination at last. Gasping and whimpering, she staggered through the dark doorway, where strong unseen arms grabbed her by the hair before hauling her along a corridor.

Outside, in the yard, the three militiamen chuckled merrily as they walked back to their starting-point.

"Sexy blonde slut!" said Sergeant Laski. "I laid a good hefty stroke across her ass. Her buttocks were so firm, they almost broke my cane."

"Nice black panties," Corporal Garth added. "Very tight, and quite skimpy. The outline of her cunt-lips was clearly visible. But it's a pity we didn't trip her, to bring her down. It would have been great to see her tits."

"Yeah!" said Laski, twirling his cane menacingly. "I really wanted to make her stagger and fall. Then we could have given her a thorough whipping, all over her slender body, while she lay screaming and squirming."

"What about our betting game, guys?" said Captain Muller. "Any guesses as to the next color?"

"White, this time," said Laski. "Definitely white. My five dollars say white cotton, in a bikini style, though not too skimpy. Who wants to bet against my guess?"

"Not me," said Muller. "I reckon white is a dead certainty."

"Patterned white," Garth ventured boldly. "Okay, so I've run out of money. But if I lose the bet, I'll owe you the cash on payday. So there's my guess: white panties, with some kind of pretty pattern."

"Okay," said Muller. "The bets are on. Let's get ready, guys!"

* * * * * * *

"Please! I'm innocent of any crime!"

"Be quiet!" yelled Claudia Lopez, rolling her eyes in anger. She hated these rebel bitches, especially the young ones who stirred anti-government dissent at the universities. Her position as a deputy warden at the women's prison gave her an opportunity to punish such treachery with the severity it deserved. She wanted the prisoners to feel afraid of her, so she carefully cultivated an image of toughness and cruelty. In her khaki blouse and matching skirt, and with her black hair tied in a neat ponytail, she certainly looked the part.

She sat now behind her desk in the room where the jail welcomed new arrivals. Before her stood a petite young woman in blue jeans and a red teeshirt, who whimpered and sniffled in a pitiful display of fear. Claudia knew that this girl was a key organizer of political meetings at several universities in the capital city. Despite her small size and innocent features, the girl was regarded by the secret police as a threat to the nation's security. Her short brown hair gave her a boyish look, as though she was eager to seem tough, but she was so pretty that the haircut merely gave her an elfin appearance. Claudia grinned, for she knew that the three men waiting in the yard would go wild with lust when they saw this beautiful young prisoner. A burly female guard who lounged near the doorway gave Claudia a knowing wink.

"Name?" Claudia asked briskly.

"Please! I'm innocent! I don't belong in this awful place!"

"Name?"

"Tania Farro," came the whispered reply. "Please let me go home. My father will ... "

"Age?" Claudia inquired.

"Eighteen."

"Thank you, Miss Farro," Claudia replied, her voice adopting a mocking tone. "Now, when I give the order, you must run across the yard to the door on the far side. There you will be fitted with your prison uniform."

Tania turned to leave, but the open doorway was suddenly blocked by the burly female guard, who pushed the girl back towards the desk.

"Stand right there!" Claudia snarled, though behind the snarl she was smirking. "I have not yet ordered you to leave. First, my dear girl, you must take off your clothes. They will be stored here, until the day of your release from jail."

"I already took off my shoes and socks in the police truck," Tania protested.

"Remove the rest of your clothing," Claudia said coldly. "Do as I say, you insolent slut!"

"Where should I undress?" Tania asked innocently. "Is there a private cubicle?"

Claudia and the guard laughed loudly, shaking their heads in disbelief. Tania blushed deeply, while huge teardrops rolled down her face. She started to tremble.

"Strip right here, you college pig!" Claudia yelled, banging her fist on the desk. "Hurry up! Take off your clothes, you dirty little traitor!"

Quivering in fear, Tania pulled off her teeshirt and unzipped her jeans. Soon she stood red-faced and sobbing, wearing only a pink lace bra and white cotton panties. The panties were in a high-leg bikini style, with a pretty pattern of tiny pink flowers.

Claudia sat back in her chair, smiling mercilessly at the short-haired brunette who stood shivering in terror.

"No!" Tania protested, when Claudia pointed at the pink lace bra. "I don't want to ... "

"Take it off, you insolent cunt!" the warden hissed. "Keep your panties on, but the bra comes off right now. Hurry up!"

Blushing deeply, Tania removed the bra and dropped it on the floor, keeping her arms crossed over her naked bosom the whole time. She gasped in shock and surprise when the guard stepped up behind her to hoist up the waistband of her panties. The stretchy cotton material now fitted very tight and snug on her bottom, while the outlined shape of her cunt-lips was visible at the crotch..

"There, now," said Claudia, smirking viciously. "Your underwear fits nice and tight on your pretty teenage ass. It will mean you run faster across the yard. So, off you go!"

The woman guard grabbed Tania's shoulders and hustled her out of the doorway. The frightened girl blinked in the bright sunlight, shielding her eyes as she gazed along the length of the dusty yard to where the far door gaped darkly in the opposite wall. To her dismay she saw three hulking men in shabby military uniforms standing at about halfway. They were big, ugly men and each of them clutched a long bamboo cane.

"Run, or you'll never make it," yelled the guard, shoving Tania's bare back. "Those guys will give you a beating if you don't run fast enough."

With her arms crossed over her breasts, Tania broke into a run, keeping her eyes fixed ahead on the distant door. She whimpered as she neared the three soldiers, who moved to block her progress. She sprinted towards a gap between two of them, hoping to dart through before they had a chance to strike her with their canes.

A swishing sound tore through the air as a cane swung out to whip the backs of her thighs, but her sudden spurt of pace sent the clumsy stroke astray. A man's voice cursed, even as another whistling cane tried to lash her back as she darted past. Again she dodged the blow, moving her slim body aside just in time.

"Short-haired bitch!" one of the soldiers growled. "She's as tricky as a deer. Catch her, Garth!"

Corporal Garth dashed after the fleeing girl, who shrieked in terror when she heard his heavy boots thudding behind her. But she was too fast for him, and his wild stroke glanced harmlessly off her heels as she outran him easily. With a gasp of relief she realized that the sadistic trio were unable to catch her before she reached the door.

She was barely ten yards from her goal when she tripped and fell, catching her toe on a small stone which sent her sprawling on her hands and knees. At once, the three soldiers were upon her, surrounding her as she crouched helplessly in the dust. They grinned and chuckled, sneering at her plight.

"Now we've got you, Bambi!" Captain Muller snarled, raising his cane.

Tania knelt on the ground, cowering away from the men, her soft brown eyes blinking fearfully. Her arms stayed tightly crossed on her chest, hiding her breasts from the trio's leering gaze. To the three soldiers she looked very young, very pretty and extremely vulnerable. Her tight white panties, with their cute pattern of pink flowers, made her seem deliciously sweet and innocent. The sleek curves of her slim teenage body inflamed the lust of the men, whose stiff erections showed as prominent bulges in their trousers.

"Give her a hard stroke, sergeant!" Captain Muller growled.

"Okay, sir," Sergeant Laski replied, swinging his cane high above his head.

The deadly shaft of thin bamboo whistled down to lash across Tania's bare slender back. She squealed, shutting her eyes against the searing pain. Her spine arched gracefully as she knelt upright in shock, the movement thrusting out her shapely bottom. Her buttocks pushed against the smooth stretchy material of her underwear, the pert roundness of her buns clearly outlined beneath the cotton. The cleft between her ass-cheeks showed as a deep groove, the contours of which were intimately traced by the clingy fabric.

She slumped forward, kneeling like a slave, her short hair giving her an almost boyish look as she bent her head in grief. Her sobs brought sniggers from the three soldiers, who prodded her ribs with the tips of their canes.

"Show us your boobs, you little bitch!" Corporal Garth yelled excitedly. "Take your hands away from your chest. Come on, slut, show us your jiggling tits!"

Tania opened her moist eyes to gaze up at him, shaking her head in shame and horror. Then she shrieked again, toppling over as Laski caned her across the shoulders. Sobbing and moaning, she lay on her left side, huddling defensively, curling her body and limbs like a fetus. But her pitiful position merely fueled her tormentors' sadism. Yelling like beasts, all three soldiers rained a merciless barrage of blows onto her helpless body. They took turns to bring their canes down hard on her skin, each vicious stroke searing a red welt on her quivering flesh. Soon, her back was a criss-cross of painful stripes. Her thighs, arms and shoulders all displayed the marks of the beating, which became more and more brutal. She huddled in the dust, screaming and wailing, her cries echoing around the courtyard.

After thirty or forty lashes she lay shivering in shock and pain. Her arms offered no resistance when Captain Muller reached down to grab her wrists. She winced in agony as he yanked her arms behind her head, his enormous strength easily allowing him to drag the frightened teenager until she lay on her back. He knelt down, pinning her wrists to the floor while her slim body bucked feebly. Her pert breasts bobbled on her chest as she tried to struggle, but the grinning captain held her firmly. Laski and Garth leered at the exposed front of her body, rubbing the bulges in their trousers as the girl writhed in an unwittingly sensual way. Seeing a beautiful college babe of eighteen squirming helplessly on the ground was almost unbearably sexy. Both men were seized with a burning desire to rape her, but their captain had other ideas.

"A few strokes each," he commanded. "Punish the disobedient bitch!"

Sergeant Laski chuckled, raising his arm high for a deadly lash. The cane swished downward to strike the flattened hollow of Tania's belly, leaving a cruel crimson welt that ran parallel to the waistband of her panties. She screamed and wriggled, even as Corporal Garth laid the full force of his cane across her ribs. Laski's next stroke smacked down onto her heaving breasts, streaking a painful stripe on the upper surface of both orbs. Tania gave a high-pitched squeal, repeating the sound when Garth mimicked the sergeant's strike by caning her bosom three times in quick succession. The third lash caught her left nipple so viciously that she briefly lost consciousness

"Oh man!" Garth barked. "This is so fucking hot!"

"Hold her tight, Captain," Laski cackled. "My next stroke is going to ring her bell."

Muller smirked as he tightened his grip on Tania's pinned arms. He smiled appreciatively as the burly sergeant's cane slashed down on the girl's loins, the bamboo striking across her abdomen from hip to hip. The evil cane blazed a line of pain across her crotch, which received no protection from the thin underwear. Her sensitive mound endured the full force of the lash. She wailed like a wounded kitten in a hunter's steel-jawed trap. Sizzling agony shot through her vagina. Her ravaged labia twitched under the panties as every nerve-ending tingled with pain.

"Awesome!" Garth chuckled. "You got her cunt-lips real good!"

Laski grinned smugly, before pointing down at the trembling girl. "Hey, look!" he said. "The dirty slut just pissed her pants."

"Pull them off," Muller ordered. "Go and fetch a clean pair from Claudia Lopez."

Laski ran sniggering to the doorway from which Tania and the other prisoners had emerged. When, after a minute, he returned, he was accompanied by Claudia herself. She flicked her long black ponytail behind her shoulders as she approached the captain and the corporal.

"Enjoying yourselves?" she asked, when she saw what was happening. Garth was now lying on top of Tania, his trousers around his knees, his big sweaty hands squeezing her breasts while he tried to kiss her face. Tania sobbed and wailed, begging for mercy, pleading for the pain to stop. The corporal's hairy buttocks bobbed up and down as he brutally raped her virgin flesh.

"My turn next," said Laski.

Captain Muller shook his head and looked up. "Did you get the new panties?" he inquired.

Claudia answered on the sergeant's behalf: "No, he did not. All of the prison-issue underwear has been allocated already. This girl will have to be naked when she passes through that door over there. It will not matter: she can put on a prison dress without underwear."

"What about these wet ones?" said Laski, holding up Tania's urine-soaked panties.

"Keep them, if you wish," Claudia replied. "Sniff them, lick them. Take them home tonight and jerk off with them." She winked at the sergeant before adding: "Did you guys give her a good caning? I heard some screams, so I figured she was getting what she deserved."

"You bet!" said Muller. "We whipped her all over. She looked so fucking scared!"

"Good," said Claudia. "But don't spend too long raping this piece of trash. I'll be sending another rebel slut in five minutes, so be ready to greet her with your bamboo sticks. Are you still playing your betting game?"

The three men laughed. Garth shook sweat from his forehead as he smiled smugly. His violent thrusts in and out of Tania's vagina were rapidly bringing him to orgasm.

"The corporal won the last two bets," Laski explained. "He correctly guessed patterned white panties for this short-haired babe, and black for the previous girl. Captain Muller won the two bets beforehand, but I'm having no luck today."

Claudia laughed, shaking her head as she turned to walk back to her block. "Strange little game," she remarked. "You three are totally weird. Hey, remember what I said. Five minutes until the next prisoner crosses the yard, so finish your fucks quickly."

"Five dollars says she's wearing white," Laski muttered, as he watched the deputy warden walk back to her door.

"Who? Our very own Claudia?" Muller queried.

The sergeant nodded. "Yeah, I bet she's wearing white cotton panties today. I wonder if she'll give me a peek, if I ask nicely?"

Garth gave a lewd laugh, even as he ejaculated inside Tania's writhing body. Muller shook his head, grinning as he knelt upright to unzip his trousers. Laski took the captain's place by kneeling behind the girl's head and pinning her wrists to the ground. She screamed loudly when Muller mounted her, but the noise soon subsided to a series of gasps and whimpers.

Garth stood up, hoisting his trousers to his waist and fastening his belt. Stooping to pick up his cane, he flexed the bamboo and looked over to Claudia's doorway. Then, with a sly smile, he gazed down at his comrades and said: "White cotton? No way, guys. I reckon our Claudia wears blue panties today. Who'll bet against my ten dollars?"

"You sound very confident," Laski observed. "Did you snatch a peek up her skirt while you were down here fucking this college babe's tight little cunt?"

"Maybe I did," the corporal replied smugly. "Or maybe not."

"Cheating bastard!" Laski growled.

THE END

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