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Chaos - 2
by Cloivey (u_xsiteme@hotmail.com)
Edited by MRP & Vzenx

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A continuation of the plight of couple twenty-seven. 
(MF, ped, bi, nc, rp, v, bd, tor)

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CHAPTER 4

When I awoke the next morning, water was dripping onto 
my ankle from a leak above. Heavy rain and thunder 
filled the otherwise silent building. As I glanced over 
toward the young man from last night, I could see that 
he was awake, though laying in a cold trance. "Hey man, 
you alright?" I asked.

He did not answer, staring blankly at the wall. "We 
should kill ourselves" he muttered.

"What?" "What do you mean?" I whispered.

"Tammy... my little Tammy" he moaned as a tear ran from 
his eye down his left check. "They are treating her 
like an animal... all of them like animals. She is too 
afraid to resist, too afraid of what will happen to 
me... and her. If I was dead, it wouldn't matter, those 
bastards couldn't play their cruel games and hold me 
over her head," he finished.

"Where was she, how did you see her?" I mused.

"They took me, those bastards took me to where they 
have their fun with all of the women." My heart sank, a 
strong ache grabbed my stomach.

"Did you see Melissa, my wife, look, she is number 
twenty seven", I beckoned, moving closer to him and 
showing him my number.

"How the fuck would I know!" he shouted. Composing 
himself, he looked me in the eyes, "Sorry, I am not 
sure who I saw, it was a mass of humiliation and 
abuse."

Now I felt really sick, I wondered if I would throw up 
right then and there.

"I feel worse for you man," he added.

"What do you mean, why"? I asked.

"The fuckin' gig over there is a like a goddamn 
carnival. It's like it is some kind of auction or 
something. The older, more influential men and couples 
get first pick and they almost always take the young 
girls and women like Tammy. All that is left for the 
young thugs and punk girls is the older women."

"Melissa is only forty!" I added for some unknown 
reason.

"C'mon man, forty is older there, we are talking girls 
who barely have tits yet, some of them are barely 
teenagers. Tammy is twenty one, we took this goddamn 
cruise from hell to celebrate her birthday," he 
muttered as his eyes went back to the floor. "I sat 
there and watched a woman, scared to death, biting down 
on her fingers while two older couples took away her 
twin daughters and led them upstairs while their tear 
stained faces tried to keep eye contact with Mom as 
long as they could. The whole time some punk is leering 
at them and laughing as he knelt behind the mother 
jiggling her tits at them."

"Goddamn, I remember those two twins from the cruise, 
slight builds, no older than fifteen" I thought.

"The older women, who are left to the punks and their 
girlfriends' are used like toys. They seem to enjoy 
humiliating and hurting more than sex." He added. "Oh 
fuck!" "What the hell?"

The room exploded with shouts as I watched the contents 
of my stomach splatter across the floor. Everyone 
scrambled to get away form me while others yelled for 
the guards. I knew I had to be with my Melissa, no 
matter what it took. The thought of my lovely wife 
being abused by... my God, I have to see her.


CHAPTER 5


After our evening meal, a guard I did not recognize 
approached me and grabbed my hand. "Twenty seven... 
wish to see her this night?" he asked blankly in his 
broken English.

"Yes, yes I do wish to see her," I muttered.

"Yes I do, SIR!" he exclaimed smiling at me.

"Yes sir I do wish to see her tonight sir," I offered.

He pointed to another guard by the east entrance, "Go 
there now." Anticipation filled my nude body as I 
walked toward the guard, would I finally be able to see 
my Melissa tonight? Will I be able to talk to her? My 
mind raced with thoughts. As I reached the guard, he 
grabbed my hand, glancing down at my number.

Without a word, he opened the door and let me down the 
cold corridor to a small windowless room and pointed me 
in. Inside the room there were two other prisoners. 
Both of them were clean shaven and looked to have had 
their hair cut. I immediately recognized them both as 
the two men that were being abused in the guard room 
during my cleaning detail the night before. As the 
guard closed the door and left us alone, an eerie and 
uncomfortable silence resounded through the room. I am 
sure they recognized me from the night before, and they 
almost shamefully kept their eyes cast to the floor.

"How did you guys get to shave?" I asked in an awkward 
attempt to break the silence.

"This was the most expensive shave you could imagine my 
friend," offered one of them.

The other one, somewhat younger looked up at me from 
his chair, "You saw what the fuck we had to endure last 
night, and it continued on long after you and your 
fuckin' trash bags left the room."

The older man placed his face in his hands. "I guess we 
get to be with our wives now," he muttered.

"Be with them or see them?" I asked.

"We were promised we could stay with our wives now, you 
will only get to see yours, then you make the decision 
on whether you want to play their sick games to earn 
your way to be with her," the younger one added.

Now I was confused."What do you mean?" I asked.

The older man lifted his face from his hands. "Like 
they did us, they will take you to see your wife at 
what they call 'Latorge'. We think it is an abandoned 
high school or hospital out in the middle of nowhere. 
People come from all of the neighboring villages or 
communities, some of them look like corporate boardroom 
pricks, while some look like they just came from a 
halloween party. Men, women, black, white, young, old, 
fat, skinny, they all come to that damn 'Latorge' for 
their cheap and sick thrills."

Overcome by emotion, he placed his head back in hands. 
Rising from his seat, the younger one could see the 
confused look on my face. He continued. "Our wives, 
girlfriends, daughters, whatever, are the main event at 
this fucked up 'money house' as they call it. "All of 
them, like us, are scared shitless to disobey anybody! 
We don't want to be paraded into the courtyard and 
watch our loved ones tormented and tortured on our 
behalf."

Now my heart was about to explode. Just then the door 
opened and all eyes met the guard as he ordered us out 
of the room. Walking in single file, with several 
guards behind us, we were led to a van and escorted 
inside. The vehicle was a mess, cigarette butts, cans, 
old newspapers littered the floor. As I went to the 
back and took a seat, a guard ordered me to move up one 
seat as he and his comrade took the seat at the rear of 
the van. As the engine started, the guards began 
speaking among themselves, occasionally laughing at 
looking back at us.

After what seemed like an hour, we passed an armed 
guard who waved at his counterparts as the van sped by. 
As we approached the building, it indeed looked to be a 
dilapidated school of some sort. A large 3 story 
building with a 2 story wing jutting out to the left 
and right of the main building. The building was in 
need of repair. 

What appeared to be years of neglect showed in the 
faded grey paint and broken window panes. The limbs of 
large trees nearly came together over the top of the 
concrete structure. Cars filled the parking lot, many 
people stood around outside, some of them guards, 
others men, and a few women. The van stopped in front 
and my two mates were ordered out. A hand grabbed my 
shoulder, pushing me back into my seat as I rose to 
join them.

"No, no good friend, you not earn yet, you stay," came 
the voice from behind me. The door slammed as two 
guards took the clean shaven prisoners to the front 
door, garnering stares and jeers from some of the 
patrons outside. With the other guards, I was driven 
around to the back of the building where the van 
parked.

"Sit!" one of them ordered as they exited the van. 
Alone in the van, I could see what appeared to be the 
cafeteria area of the old school. As night was falling, 
I could see a mass of people gathered in the brightly 
lit room. I could also see figures moving around in 
most of what appeared to be classrooms throughout the 
wings on each side. Still I was too far away to make 
out any details.

"Where was Melissa, was she inside?" Anticipation 
filled me as I leaned forward trying to see inside the 
building. A large man came out of the rear of the 
building and headed toward the guards that had brought 
me to the complex. After a brief conversation, they 
turned and headed toward the van. The door was opened 
and I was ordered out.

"You wish to see twenty seven, no?" the guard asked me.

Remembering my earlier encounter with him, I replied 
"Yes sir, I do."

"Goot then, dis man, he is the one that will let you 
see her," he added, pointing to the large man in 
civilian clothes. The guards smiled as the large man 
moved toward me.

"Hello my friend," he spoke. His English was perfect, 
he may have even been an American. I felt a brief bit 
of comfort, maybe he could help us all. "I am sure I 
can help you," he smiled. His eyes roamed over by naked 
body as I stood before the group. "Put your hands on 
top of your head and turn around for me," he ordered in 
a slow voice. Confused, I did as he wished. "Almost not 
enough light left to see you," he cackled as I faced 
the van. "Turn and look at me," he blurted.

Turning around, I kept my hands on my head as he lit up 
a cigarette. "I want you to show me how much you want 
to see her" he hissed as he closed his lighter and 
handed it back to one of the guards.

"Show you?" I asked confused.

"Yes, show me," he added.

Confused, and scared to make a mistake, I looked around 
at the guards smiling faces. Darkness was fast 
approaching, and I could not see which guard said, 
"Kneel down for him." Fear shot through my body, as I 
reached to the ground, he shouted "LEAVE YOUR HANDS ON 
YOUR HEAD!" Straightening back up, I placed my hands on 
my head and slowly dropped to my knees. The man then 
flicked his cigarette into the darkness and moved 
toward me.

"I want you to show me how good you can be," he 
whispered. "Or I can go get her now and show you how 
good she can be," he cackled as the guards laughed. 

A rush of fight or flight passed through my body as he 
moved closer and began to unbuckle his belt in front of 
my face. I knew that I had no choice, I knew that 
failure to comply to his sick wishes would lead to 
torture for Melissa and myself. Pulling his limp cock 
from his trousers, he placed his left hand atop of my 
head and moved my hands to the rear of my head.

"Kiss it," he whispered as a couple of guards moved 
closer. Closing my eyes, I kissed his dick with a quick 
peck, like you would put on the cheek of your fat aunt 
at Thanksgiving. "Keep kissing, it, nice and soft, all 
over like a good boy." 

I could not believe what I was doing, I could not 
believe that I was in this sick situation. The blood 
was rushing to my head as I planted little kisses over 
his growing cock. He then reached down with his right 
hand and lifted his manhood so I could kiss the 
underside. I felt his dick growing as he laid it across 
my face and brought his hairy balls to my lips. He 
began to apply pressure to my head as I pecked his 
balls. "Ahhhhh, you are doing fine my friend," he 
moaned.

Pulling slightly away from me, he took his now hard 
cock and began rubbing it on my eyes and nose. He then 
began to slowly press it against my lips, forcing it in 
slowly. The salty taste and the situation was more than 
I could handle as I turned my head away. "Oh, we do not 
want to obey... we do not want to do what's right?" he 
asked. Tears filled my eyes as he kept brushing my face 
with his hard cock.

"Please sir, please?" my voice cracked as he smeared my 
tears across my face with his hard dick.

"Very well," he hissed as he let loose of my head and 
backed away from me. "Go get twenty seven, let her know 
that after we have fun with her tonight, she and her 
husband will have a date with us in the courtyard 
tomorrow."

As two of the guards headed toward the house, I 
muttered "Please no, stop, I will do whatever you 
want."

"Wait!" he shouted to the guards. "I will give you one 
more chance to show me how much you love your wife, one 
more fucking chance. I have a busy night tonight." he 
chirped. He moved back toward me and very roughly 
grabbed my head and forced his semi hard cock into my 
mouth. Thrusting in and out, I could feel it growing 
quickly inside my mouth. "Ummmmm... very nice, now we 
are learning aren't we... ahhhh very good."

I tried to let my mind go to a different place, I could 
only imagine my kids, the people in my church, the 
rotary club, would they understand what I was doing 
now, and why I was doing it. I began to gag as he 
thrust the full length of his cock to the back of my 
throat. He then held my face hard against his belly as 
his cock rested down my throat. I tried to relax my 
throat but I could not help but gag. Tears flowed from 
my eyes and snot ran from my nose as I tried to squelch 
the gagging reflex. Slowly he released me and began 
working his cock in and out.

"Tell me you like dick," he ordered.

Pulling my head away I forced out the words "I like 
dick."

"Say it with my dick in your mouth you motherfucker!" 
forcing his dick back into my mouth.

"Ah laaaaak dock," as he and the others burst out in 
laughter. "I am a dick sucker." 

"Ah mmm a doch suuhher."

"Very good!" he wailed. "My wife is proud of me!" he 
laughed.

"Maaaa woofe is prod of mee," I forced out as the tears 
flowed down my cheeks and into my mouth, mixing with 
his pulsating cock.

"Ahhhh, very good," he moaned as he increased his grip 
on my head and began thrusting harder. "Ohhhhh, I am 
going to feed my little cock sucker... ummmm, don't 
spill a drop, you have been so good... ummmmm, AHHHH!" 
he gasped as he forced his dick to the back of my 
throat and his hot semen spewed down my throat and 
filled my mouth. "Swallow my good friend... swallow 
your dessert," he moaned as his pace slowed.

Unable to control myself, I pulled myself away from him 
turned as I began puking on the ground. Laughter filled 
the air as he moved away. "Ah... he and his wife do 
have something in common!" he bellowed at the guards. 
As I laid there dry heaving, shame and hatred filled my 
heart. This was the worst day of my life. I kept trying 
to justify it internally with the situation I was in. I 
was being brave, I was being a hero so I could help my 
wife, so we could get back to our kids.


CHAPTER 6


He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me from the 
ground. We walked with the guards in the darkness 
toward the building.

"Was it worth it? Would I get to see her now?" I 
wondered. My emotions overtook me again and I began to 
weep as they led me toward some chairs placed just 
outside he huge plate glass windows of the 'cafeteria' 
of Latorge. I was pushed toward a chair. "Sit!" I was 
ordered. As I sat on the cold metal of the chair, the 
guards moved behind me and the large man said something 
to them as he headed around to the front of the 
building. The guards began carrying on a conversation 
as I turned my attention to the inside of the building.

What I witnessed was like some sort of nightmare. The 
room was full of people, smoke gathered around the 
lights in the ceiling. One wall was completely lined 
with chairs, in the chairs, sat nude women and a few 
men. Some of the women were visibly shaken, being 
comforted by other women or men. Most had tears 
streaming down their faces, and all of them just stared 
at the floor in front of them. Many of the chairs were 
empty. I strained to try and find Melissa somewhere. 

The other people in the room where in various stages of 
undress, or fully clothed. Most of them sipped drinks 
and spent most of the time looking and pointing at the 
seated prisoners. The ages ranged from what appeared to 
be sixty or older to some that looked like teenagers. 
Focusing back to the wall in an effort to find Melissa, 
I spotted the two men that had ridden over with me. The 
older one sat by himself along the wall, while the 
younger one was hugging tight to a woman that must have 
been his wife. Both of them were crying, I am sure the 
emotion of seeing each other was overwhelming.

"Where the fuck is Melissa?" I whispered to myself 
scanning the room. My scan was interrupted when a 
guard, accompanied by a very distinguished looking 
couple in their forties or early fifties, moved toward 
through the crowd and toward the wall of bodies. 
Everyone in the rooms' attention focused on them as the 
stood with the guard studying the wall. 

The couple whispered to each other for a few minutes 
before saying something to the guard and pointing to 
the wall. The guard moved toward the wall, and moving 
past the naked seated bodies, I noticed that all of 
them shamefully kept their eyes cast downward as they 
moved past them.

Stopping at a middle aged blonde, the guard looked to 
the couple. Shaking their heads no, they pointed 
further down the line. As he moved down I saw the man 
speak and the guard placed his hand upon another 
blonde. Smiling, the couple nodded. The guard pulled 
the blonde woman to her feet, then like a zombie, with 
her eyes still cast downward, she placed her hands 
behind her head and began turning in a slow circle for 
the couple. 

I could tell by the rapid movement of her stomach that 
she was either crying or about to hyperventilate. 
Smiling, and nodding approval, the couple waited as the 
guard led the young lady toward them. A few tear 
stained eyes from the wall glanced up to see her being 
taken away.

Arm in arm, the happy couple followed the guard and the 
woman as they disappeared up the steps at the rear of 
the room. I could see laughter and cursing going on at 
the same time in the room. Two thin men were obviously 
upset as they yelled at the couple as they disappeared 
up the stairs.

"Ah, they must have wanted her!" I heard one of the 
guards speak in broken English behind me. "That was not 
twenty seven no, it was?" one asked behind me.

"No... no that was not Melissa," I unconsciously 
murmured back to him, my eyes never leaving the room. 
Again, the attention turned to another guard, this time 
escorting in a group of about seven or eight men.

"Ha, ha... they combine money for better pick!" laughed 
one of the guards. Again, the guard moved down the 
line, my heart sank when he stopped in front of my 
earlier companion and his wife. Like before, the wife 
stood, leaving her husbands grip, placed her hands 
behind her head and made turns for the group. Confused, 
her husbands eyes darted from her to the guard, to the 
group and back again. Nodding approval, the guard began 
to take her to the men. 

With tears in her eyes, she stopped the guard and said 
something while pointing at her still seated husband. 
The guard looked at the number on her hand, and then 
grabbed his hand to check his. He then barked something 
the group of men, some of who had already made their 
way toward the staircase. They stopped and a 
conversation began between them. He sat nervously as 
the guard pointed to him and back to her. Finally, an 
agreement must have been reached because he too stood 
up and was ordered toward the steps in front of his 
wife and the guards.

Just as they were reaching the steps, a huge commotion 
erupted at the base of the stairs. The guard pushed 
everyone aside as two guards led a nude young woman 
down the stairs. She was obviously extremely upset and 
crying openly. The guards threw her down the last few 
steps as another couple of guards were waiting to jerk 
her off the ground by her hair and drag her toward the 
rear entrance. The guards behind me immediately went 
toward the rear door, while one of them pulled out his 
firearm and pointed it at me.

"No move, no sound!" he barked.

I just nodded my head yes as the door opened and the 
young woman was taken out of the door and handed to the 
guards that had witnessed my humiliation earlier. Her 
sobs and cries were quickly muffled as the guards 
gagged her and placed shackles and cuffs on her. As 
they circled around her, the door was shut and the 
attention inside was focused on a group of 3 men and 3 
women who followed the guards back to the wall. The 
guard was quickly joined by the large man that had 
abused me earlier.

He took time to talk to the small group and pointed 
toward the wall. He then motioned for another guard to 
join them. He explained something to the guard, 
obviously seeking approval from the six people, before 
the guard briskly walked away. Then the large man 
joined the guard at the wall and began frantically 
pointing at nude bodies. Quickly he grabbed up three 
very young women, two of them were the twins my 
cellmate had mentioned earlier. 

The guard escorted the three girls toward the group and 
began escorting them back toward the stairs. When the 
recently departed guard returned, he handed the large 
man a stack of money. The large man counted the money 
in front of the six people and pushed the money into 
the shirt pocket of one of them. Smiling, he pointed to 
the three young girls and motioned them upstairs. With 
the situation apparently in control, the large man came 
to the door and rushed out.

The guards moved away from the bound girl as he slapped 
her across the face. 

"Disobedient WHORE!" smacking her again. "You NEVER, 
NEVER deny a request!" 

Grabbing her hand shone a flashlight on her. 
"Seventeen," he screeched. Turning toward one guard he 
ordered "Get the book, tell me about seventeen" The 
poor young lady lay nude and semiconscious on the 
ground as the guards moved back around her.

The large man walked directly toward me, lighting a 
cigarette and sitting directly next to me. He motioned 
the guard holding the gun on me away. "It's alright, 
everything is over," he sighed at him.

I stared inside the building looking for Melissa, and 
trying to keep away from eye contact with him.

"She'll be down shortly," he said to me while blowing 
smoke into the sky. "Fuck!" he blurted. "Everything 
goes fine until you get a problem like that bitch" 
pointing his cigarette toward the bound woman. "Second 
one tonight and the night is so young," added. "We also 
had a young boyfriend who was not as nice as you were 
tonight," he chuckled looking at me. "Tomorrow will be 
a busy day in the courtyard my friend. Slowly everyone 
will learn what it takes to survive around here," he 
whispered through his smoke.

I broke my silence. "You said she'll be down soon."

Flipping his cigarette out he stared into the room 
filled with people. "Yes, your little twenty seven, she 
went up early tonight." he said without removing his 
stare. "What is her name?" he asked me.

"Melissa," I answered.

"Do you and Melissa have children?" he asked moving his 
eyes toward me.

"Yes... yes we do have children."

A smile came across his face as he leaned toward me. 
"Do your children enjoy soccer?"

Unsure of where he was going, but glad I was having a 
chance to converse with him, I answered. "Yes, they do 
like soccer, they play on a team back home from the 
YMCA."

"Ahh, very good, soccer is a sport of the utmost 
importance in our area. Earlier this week, our national 
team won the Eastern cup. This will allow them to 
compete for the world cup later in the year... a 
tremendous accomplishment in the eyes of my bosses," he 
said turning his head back to the action inside the 
room. "Your children will be very proud of their Mommy 
when you return home, very proud of the stories she can 
tell them."

Again, I was very confused. "Very proud, what do you 
mean?" I asked wonderingly.

"Ah, lovely Melissa and three other lucky women were 
the prizes for our champion team tonight," he smiled 
looking back toward me.

I bit my lip and turned my gaze back toward the room as 
hatred filled my gut.

"Yes, they have that whole wing," he added pointing to 
the second floor. "Quite an honor for her if you ask 
me. She was a bit older than the others chosen, but I 
guess in one short month she has garnered quite a 
following." he laughed.

I felt like I was going to explode as tears welled up 
in my eyes. I gripped the cold metal chair with all my 
might as I stared straight ahead clenching my jaw.

"Ah, but each to his own they say old chap!" as he lit 
another cigarette. "Personally, she was not one of my 
favorites, a bit too motherly and timid I guess. But, 
should you have the chance to be with her again, it may 
be helpful to have her tell you how she overcame that 
awful gagging noise you both seem to have when you get 
excited about sucking dick."

My emotions exploded as I sprang from my chair. 
Immediately the guards' gun was back on me. I stood 
there trembling as he rose to meet me.

"Oh... be strong my friend, defy me now and I will 
personally take care of Melissa myself, in front of 
you!" His tirade was interrupted when a guard burst 
from inside the building muttering at the others around 
the bound woman. They pointed toward me and the large 
man and he quickly approached with a piece of paper, 
handing it to the large man and standing back like a 
good dog who has just pleased his master.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening," he smirked at me 
while walking toward the bound, shivering woman on the 
ground.

"Seventeen... it seems you have a brother you were 
traveling with. I would think that you care more for 
him than to act the way you did tonight." The young 
lady tried to speak into her gag, but no one cared. 
"Take our little angel home, and go back to the complex 
and tell Mr. Seventeen to get a good night's rest. 
Tomorrow will be a looooong fuckin' day!"

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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