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The Blood of Camp 14
by Guy Nickologist (no address provided)
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A story about the infamous Camp 14; a labor camp the
North Korean government denies exists. (M/F, nc, rp, v,
menstruation, asian)
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Hong Myong Hui looked around the crowded factory floor.
No one was watching. She pressed her hands into her
lower back and stretched, giving faint relief. She had
been sitting on a low stool since eight in the morning.
There were no clocks visible, but she estimated the time
to be about five in the afternoon meaning only three
more hours operating a sewing machine making uniforms
for the Korean People's Army.
Not wanting to get caught relaxing she quickly returned
her hands to the rough, olive green material and
continued to sew. After completing another uniform she
adjusted her dirty dress. All women in the Kaechon
Internment Camp were issued the same outfit. A single
gray dress made of heavy, itchy material. Myong Hui was
amazed they had managed to find fabric that was equally
hot and uncomfortable in the summer as it was cold and
breezy in the winter.
She pulled her dress up so it was past the midpoint of
her thigh. The dress was too big for her. No woman in
the camp was issued a bra or panties. She hated the
leering from the male supervisors in the factory. She
tried hard to keep her dress close to her chest, but the
stiff material often revealed her small breasts. When
the guards beat her she had to choose between protecting
her head from the blows and protecting her dignity.
Glancing around she caught a glimpse Kim Han-yong, a man
she particularly despised. He was a fellow prisoner, but
because he frequently reported others to the guards he
was given the job of supervisor at the camp's garment
factory. The guards looked the other way as he dished
out abuse on the hundreds of seamstresses. She hoped he
hadn't noticed her.
Life was very hard for everyone in the camp. Seven years
ago, shortly after her fifteenth birthday, police
entered the small one bedroom home she shared with her
parents and brother. The four were arrested and sent to
the infamous Camp 14, the labor camp the North Korean
government denied existed.
Her crime was being related to an uncle who had smuggled
DVDs of South Korean soap operas back into North Korea
from China. North Korean policy was to punish three
generations for the misdeeds of a single individual. Her
grandparents did not survive the first winter in the
camp. She rarely saw her parents who saw each other only
once, the morning her uncle was executed by firing
squad. No one knew what had happened to her brother.
For Myong Hui the greatest indignity was the lack of
sanitary products for women. It was nearly impossible to
wash her lone article of clothing meaning smelly,
telltale stains on her dress. She looked around again.
Since no one was looking she snatched a piece of scrap
fabric and set it between her thighs.
She resumed sewing but was aware of the oozing mess
forming between her legs. Using her left hand to operate
the sewing machine, she reached her right under her
dress. She pushed the end of the fabric into her vagina.
Myong Hui could not grimace even though the pain was
bad. Doing so could reveal what she was doing.
"Prisoners who violate the laws and regulations of the
camp will be shot immediately."
Stealing even a small scrap of fabric was a violation of
camp regulations and would get her shot. Needing a break
she returned her right hand to the machine and finished
another uniform.
Living in absolute filth and rarely being able to bathe
she was constantly infected. Trying to focus on the
rhythmic sounds of her machine, and not her burning
vagina, she put her hand back under her dress and gave
the scrap a firm shove. She felt as if someone had
shoved a hot poker into her. Waves of nausea overtook
her. She gulped the stale air feeling as if oxygen was
not entering her lungs. Remembering the camp rules she
quickly returned her hand to the machine and continued
sewing.
Hours later guards entered the room and called the women
to attention. They all stood, eyes cast downward. The
supervisors collected the last of the uniforms. Several
women did not meet their quota. The men were kind, they
allowed the women to continue working where they would
have to produce double their shortfall. Often the women
were beaten. Habitual offenders were taken outside the
immediately shot in view of the other seamstresses.
Myong Hui started to follow the other women downstairs
where they would each be given a small bowl of watery
cabbage soup. As she walked down the hall a man pulled
her hair. She screamed. He slapped her face. It was Kim
Han-yong. He forced her into a small room. He threw her
against the desk. She fell to the ground.
"Get up you filthy bitch!"
Han-yong pulled her up by her hair and slapped her
again.
"Do I look fucking stupid to you?"
Myong Hui shook her head quickly.
"N-n-n-no."
"You must think I'm a fucking fool!"
Myong Hui swallowed.
"Answer me you dumb, filthy, cunt whore, do you think
I'm a fucking fool?"
"No", she shrieked.
He shoved her onto the desk. She fell onto her back, her
legs spread apart and in the air. Han-yong reached under
her dress, grabbed her makeshift tampon along with pubic
hair and pulled. Myong Hui screamed in pain.
"What the fuck is this?"
He held the bloody rag in front of her face. Myong Hui
could only look at him in fear. He held the dry end and
used the scrap of fabric like a whip across her vulva.
Tears streamed down Myong Hui's face.
"I'm sorry."
"Stealing is forbidden! Do you know the punishment for
stealing, you stupid twat?"
Myong Hui just sobbed. Han-yong punched her in her groin
triggering another bout of screaming.
"I asked you a fucking question, what is the punishment
for stealing?"
Through heavy sobs she said, "Prisoners who violate the
laws and regulations of the camp will be shot
immediately."
Han-yong threw the bloody rag in her face and walked to
the door.
Myong Hui jumped to her feet and put her body against
the door.
"I am so sorry. I stole from the Korean people! I am so
sorry. Please forgive me. Please don't tell the guards."
Han-yong slapped her across the face causing her to fall
to the ground. He opened the door but then slowly cast
his gaze back to the young woman. He slammed the door
closed, grabbed Myong Hui across her breasts and dropped
her hard back on the desk. He paced around the desk
while she lied on her back sobbing. After making a
complete circle he reached under her dress and ran his
finger across her slit. She flinched and sat up.
"Do you think because your whore pussy is bleeding you
have the right to steal?"
Myong Hui just trembled. Han-yong grabbed her pubic hair
between his thumb and forefinger and pulled. She yelped
and closed her legs.
"Bitch, I asked you a question."
"No! No, sir."
"Do you think you're the only whore in this camp who
bleeds?"
"No."
Han-yong pulled her knees apart.
"You are so fuckable. You're in heat like a wild animal
just begging to be fucked."
Myong Hui tried to close her legs but couldn't. Han-yong
unfastened his pants. As soon as he had moved his hands
she slammed her legs closed.
"Should sexual physical contact occur without prior
approval, the perpetrators will be shot immediately!",
blurted Myong Hui citing camp rules.
Han-Yong backhanded her across her face and then punched
her left breast.
"You fucking whore bitch hypocrite!"
Myong Hui just sobbed holding her face and trying to
protect her breasts and vagina from Han-Yong.
"You have no problem stealing, but you won't fuck
because of camp rules?"
Han-Yong dropped his trousers. Like the women, he owned
no underpants. Myong Hui made a futile attempt to
escape. She screamed but Han-Yong shoved the bloody rag
into her mouth. She immediately started gagging. He
grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the
desk. She felt his weight and then penetration. The pain
was excruciating. She tried to spit out the rag, but he
shoved it back in. The forced caused her to hit the back
of her head against the desk. He began to thrust hard
causing her back to rub against the scratchy fabric of
the dress. Thankfully the discomfort didn't last long.
He quickly tensed up, let out a small noise, and relaxed
his body with a long exhale. Myong Hui did not feel him
cum in her, but she knew he had. He removed himself from
her. She rolled to her side and got off the desk fearing
a guard would catch them.
"That was good," he said.
Myong Hui walked for the door but he stopped her.
"You will notify me every day you have your period."
She tried to step around him but he blocked her.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes."
He tapped his temple. "I have a good memory. I know you
bitches bleed once a month. Plus I can sense it. I know
when you're in heat. I can smell your pussies from
across the factory. I love fucking you whores when
you're bloody."
She didn't know how to respond so she said nothing.
"As soon as you walk in tomorrow you will tell me you
have your period. And every single day after when you're
bleeding."
She nodded, stepped around Han-Yong, and left the room.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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