It had been one hundred and twelve days since Leticia had been brought to this hell on earth. One hundred and twelve times waking up to choking humidity and knowing her prayers had not been answered. She kept count to remind herself how long she had survived and it helped mentally prepare her for whatever today's torment might be. Her mattress was damp and the little room smelled of sweat and sex and foulness. She had no sheets nor any clothes, so her bare body was on display to the guard banging on the bars of her cell door.

“Tish-bitch, rise and ready! Got something special for you today, maybe the most fun you'll have all week.”

Leticia stood with her back to the door and her hands behind her. The cell door opened and handcuffs were cinched around her wrists. She moved her feet apart so the guard could cuff her ankles; there was always a hobble chain to stop her kicking or running. Lastly a collar and leash was locked around her neck. She had resisted this routine only once before submitting. She was lean and fit from gymnastics and swimming, but the guards had easily overpowered her since she was only eleven years old and short for her age. They had punished her by locking her in stocks and lashing the soles of her feet until she screamed herself hoarse. Four days of crawling urged on by a riding crop to her bare ass had followed. It might be easier now - she had been so soft back then - but it wasn't worth the risk.

The guard tugged on the leash. Her prisoner trotted behind, now used to keeping up without tripping on the hobble chain. The other cells were mostly empty, a couple of girls still asleep and one hooded and shackled to the cell wall. Another was awake and writhing, bound firmly to a cot so she could not scratch the burning, itching insect bites that covered her sensitive places. Tish knew in three days it would again be her turn to be tied down and 'sweetened' to attract the ants. She shuddered and gave silent thanks that today was not that day.

The pair moved from the cell block to the ready room. A dish of oatmeal waited, cold and always with something nasty added. With her hands behind her back, Tish had to eat like a dog. Today her breakfast had something very sour in it and her eyes watered as she choked it down. Failing to eat all of it or getting too much on her face would result in punishment. One time it had been so spicy she'd puked it back up: she'd been made to drink water until she thought she'd burst, and then forced to vomit until her guts were too sore to heave any more.

The guard, a thirty-ish stocky woman tossed the empty dish aside and sat on the bench. She spread her legs and hiked up her skirt to reveal her unwashed, hairy pussy, and pulled Tish's face between her thighs. The girl began to lick her captor's slit and clit automatically, having done this so many times over the weeks since she'd been kidnapped and imprisoned, that it no longer revolted her. At first it had been an awful, humiliating thing to be forced to pleasure a woman, to be commanded to use her mouth until it ached. However, with training and repetition she had built up her skill and could quickly make an abuser climax. The guard groaned as Tish tongued her cunt, growing closer until she howled with pleasure and smeared the girl's face with pussy juice. She wasn't satisfied yet and kept her captive in place until she had used her for two more orgasms. Both were panting and slick with sweat, albeit for different reasons. Tish was shoved to the floor as the guard got up and arranged herself.

“Shower.”

Tish scrambled to her feet and headed for the adjoining bathroom. Even here there was no privacy and she simply stood against the wall in front of the shower head. The guard locked the girl's leash to a ring high enough that she could not bend down or get away and only then removed her handcuffs.

“Five minutes to do all of it. Wash and shave.”

The water came on, cold as usual and salty. They were on an island and fresh water was at a premium. Tish tried to ignore the shock and got to work. There was gritty soap and a rough scrubbing brush which only aggravated the stripes from recent whippings. All the prisoners were beaten every day, every captive welted, striped and bruised from the time they arrived to when they were released.

Tish hurried to scrub her body and wash her hair before picking up the razor. She knew she couldn't go over the time limit by even a second. Prisoners were forbidden to have body hair and if an inspection found them to be less than totally smooth they would be tortured in a specific way. They would be strapped to a frame, every missed hair would be plucked and the place pricked with a heated needle. They would be forbidden to shave the relevant area for five days and the process would be repeated. Tish had escaped this fate so far, but she'd been made to watch it being done to another girl and it had been horrifying.

She finished with not much time to spare and moved to inspection position. Hands on her head, feet as far apart as the chain permitted and knees bent to provide maximum access to her pubic area. She hated this indignity even though she made herself available to it. The guard took her time fondling Tish's body, not just the shaved parts - although she checked those thoroughly, especially her mound and lower lips - but also her ass and her flat chest. Tish flinched and gasped when fingers were forced into her holes, but kept her hands in place.

“Satisfactory. Or lucky. I'll get you before long. Hands down.”

Tish put her hands behind her back and the handcuffs went back on, just as tight as before. She was led from the bathroom, out of the cell block and into the main yard where her torturer was waiting for her. The guard handed over the leash and headed back inside to take care of another prisoner.

The woman now holding Tish's leash - her “owner” for the day - was someone the girl knew and feared. Her name was Sabine and she was a wickedly creative sadist. She towered over her toy, a mane of blonde hair framing a smile and a calculating glance. Her tight clothes showed off her muscular body and ample breasts. She tugged the leash and Tish was forced to scurry after her.

The island had many places where an owner could abuse her victim. Some in the yard were already occupied and the sounds of young girls in pain made Tish wish she could cover her ears. Sabine stopped to watch two teenagers being abused; they were identical twins sent to be turned into obedient, sexually submissive, incestuous lesbians.

Both were naked although neither wore restraints. One twin was bent over a rail, hands gripping her ankles. The other was being urged by their owner to hit her sister's buttocks with a paddle. Both girls were crying, their sobs punctuated with the crack of wood on bare flesh. Sabine pulled Tish close so she could grope the girl's body as the torment continued. Both twins had to say “I love you” after every strike and their owner, a stocky Latina with the voice of a drill sergeant, demanded they speak loudly and clearly. Eventually the girls were made to change places and the former recipient was handed the paddle. Her bottom was swollen and purple in contrast with her pale skin and ginger hair and she would not be allowed to stop until her sister's ass was equally bruised.

Tish knew the girls, partly because she had helped them adjust to life on the island, but also because they were made to perform sexually for anyone to watch. They'd only been on the island for two months, but with a “sentence” of five months they would leave well before Tish's time was up. Apparently they were in the custody of their aunt and it was her best friend that had suggested they be trained in this place. They'd been told that any inadequacy would see them returned for a longer stay with even harsher treatment. In just the past three weeks Tish had seen their attitudes change as they became resigned to their fate and worked to learn as much as they could. Their broken spirits could not dare to risk being sent back here.

Sabine tired of watching the paddling, and with a yank on the leash she hauled Tish away. They stopped near the edge of the yard, not far from the path that led into the undergrowth and the ant hills. She pushed the girl onto the ground on her back and made her put her legs in the air. She was between two tall, thick wooden posts spaced roughly eight feet apart. A rope hung from the top of each post and Sabine tied Tish's ankles to their free ends. The hobble chain was pulled tight as her legs parted and Sabine removed it. The owner then shortened each rope in turn, winding the slack around hooks and using her brute strength to haul her prey into the air. Tish moaned as her joints strained and tried to support herself with her arms, but Sabine removed the handcuffs and used more ropes to hold the girl's arms out straight and deny her any leverage.

Poor Tish was spreadeagled upside down, her hair brushing the dirt and her body completely exposed and vulnerable. Sabine ran her hands down Tish's legs, savouring their smoothness and the way the tendons pulled tight. She let her fingers sink between the girl's ass cheeks before moving them to toy with her pussy lips.

“There's a treat coming for you in a while, but first your little cunt is going to get some quality time with my flogger. It needs a hard whipping, doesn't it? You know how to ask, so let's hear it.”

Tish swallowed, which was difficult in her position, and tried to strike a calm tone.

“Mistress Sabine, my little cunt needs a hard whipping. Will you please give me a hard whipping on my little cunt?”

Sabine could feel dampness as Tish's sex responded to her touch. The girl didn't want to be aroused, but she was helpless.

“Of course. And let's put a gag in your filthy mouth so you can scream as loud as you like and not worry about saying something that will get you in trouble.”

The girl opened her mouth for the ballgag and winced as the strap was pulled as tight as Sabine could get it. The rubber ball was forced as far between Tish's teeth as it could go, and she could make no noise besides a muffled 'mmmph'. Sabine's hand went between Tish's legs to stimulate her pussy and then retreated to sample her backside. Sabine stepped back and admired the view of the child's inverted, stretched body. This position was uncomfortable even for a slim girl and left her completely vulnerable. Every inch of naked flesh was available for the whipping about to be inflicted by her owner.

Leather swished as Sabine shook her favourite flogger, its tails of braided leather stiff and springy, with knotted ends. She flipped it over her shoulder and then swung her arm down to land the first lash squarely between her prisoner's slender thighs. The crack of leather on bare skin was music to Sabine's ears. She watched the girl flinch and yank on her bindings to no avail. Seconds passed.

The second lash was just as hard and it provoked the first sound from Tish, no more than a quiet grunt behind the gag, but enough to make Sabine smile. She settled into a slow rhythm of strokes, the terrible tips of the flogger catching the girl's pubic mound and slit, never long enough for the pain to subside, but not so quick as to blur together. The tails scraped the junction of her thighs and even worked their way into the crack of her ass from time to time. Tish's fruitless attempts to shield herself caused the ropes at her wrists and ankles to chafe the skin there and she made desperate, pitiful whimpers. Her eyes filled with tears, but the flogging continued.

Sabine was not counting the strokes. She preferred to whip her victims until either she was tired, or bored, or they stopped responding. The drumbeat of her implement against her charge's cunt, accompanied by the sounds of a girl in pain mingled with the various other punishments going on around them. The preteen's body glowed, sweating not only from the hot sun but also the suffering.

It was hard to make out what she was seeing at first, between being upside down and with a haze of tears and sweat blurring her vision, but Tish realised someone was walking towards her. A woman. A naked woman. A naked woman in chains and wearing a blindfold. Someone else was leading her by a leash. The leash didn't go to a collar, but to rings in the woman's nipples. She was streaked with dirt and welts. Her big breasts wobbled as the owner yanked on the leash, urging her forward. Sabine finally stopped lashing Tish's pussy, which by now was burning in agony, and spoke to the other owner.

“Hey there. I hope she's ready because mine has a very tender cunt and it'll need a lot of licking.”

“Oh she knows what to do. We've been practicing a lot lately, and she'll be motivated. I have a great toy for my harness. You're welcome to take a turn pounding her ass and I'll use that flogger.”

The woman was silent during this exchange. She simply stood and waited to be told what to do.

“Scumcunt. Bend forward and reach out. There's someone hanging upside down in front of you. Get your mouth on her and show us how much you like to eat pussy. I want at least three orgasms from her. Do it!”

The woman did as she was told, finding Tish's waist with her hands and pressing her face between the girl's splayed legs. It felt good to be licked there, but she was so sensitive from the whipping that it was hard to be turned on very much. The woman also had a tongue stud, which added to the intensity of stimulation. Tish squirmed and tried to relax, to lose herself in the pleasure, but it was very hard. She didn't much care for oral sex anyway, and less so from women, but she knew it would be bad for both of them if she didn't get off.

Luckily this woman was very skilled and Tish felt her passion grow. Despite everything it did feel good to be sexually serviced and before long she was panting and moaning into the gag, urging her partner to keep going, to give more, to go faster, harder, oh yes yes. Then the woman paused and let out a long, unhappy sound.

“Uhhhoooooooh it hurts!”

What Tish could not see was that the woman's owner had buckled on a harness with a very large dildo and then cruelly shoved it into the woman's asshole, burying it as deeply as she could. She smacked the woman's ass to remind her what she was supposed to be doing, and proceeded to anally fuck her with the dildo. The girl and woman jolted together as the woman was shoved forward by each slow, hard stroke. The woman's tongue went back to work, faster and harder than before as she was very eager to get this over with.

Unfortunately it took Tish quite some time to reach the point of climax. The woman squealed as the rhythmic thumping of penetration took its toll, the ridges on the dildo grinding against her anal ring. When Tish finally went over the edge her body tensed and she screamed, her hands and feet curled. Unfortunately for the woman this made Sabine decide to goad her by swinging the flogger to strike her hanging breasts. She lazily slashed the woman who worked her tongue back and forth over the girl's swollen clit and lower lips.

Tish was able to cum for the second time relatively quickly, and the two torturers took the opportunity to swap positions. Sabine slipped into the harness and handed the flogger to her compatriot. The woman howled as Sabine forced the dildo into her asshole, fucking her viciously fast, doing her best to inflict maximum punishment. The other owner switched between flogging the woman's back and swinging hard at her tits. It took every ounce of concentration to keep working to get her unseen partner to cum for a third time. Tish wailed and gurgled and twitched at the intensity of sensation flooding her body.

“That's three. Do you think she's good for more?”

“Oh definitely at least one.”

Both woman and girl were sobbing uncontrollably. Both ached and both were overstimulated, yet there was no alternative for them but to keep going. Minutes passed. Tish tried desperately to think of sexy things. Finally one last orgasm was ripped from her. She saw flashing lights and nearly fainted. Both slaves were dripping with sweat and gasping for breath. Their owners separated them and the woman was allowed to sink to her knees.

“Not bad. This one's ass is getting stretched out though. She's probably due for some time on the charger.”

“Normally I'd agree with you, but there are other plans for her. She's going to be sized up until she can take some really huge objects. Supervisor thinks it'll take her to the next level of humiliation.”

“Nice! I look forward to seeing the results. I don't want to wear this one out quite yet, so I'm going to take her down.”

The other owner reattached the leash and hauled the woman away, smacking her ass to get her moving. Sabine loosened the ankle ropes and let Leticia down until she was laying on her back. She untied the girl's arms, then cuffed her hands behind her back and finally freed her legs. Only once she had Tish on her feet did she remove the gag. Poor Tish was so sore and sensitised that she had to walk bow-legged.

They passed by the twins and Sabine stopped to watch their new predicament. One was laying on her back on a bench, holding her knees apart. The other was wearing a harness with a studded dildo. Their owner urged her to rape her sister, forcing the dildo deep into the offered snatch. With every thrust the girl said, “I love fucking my whore sister” and the other replied, “I love being fucked by my whore sister”. Neither smiled.

Sabine played with Tish's backside as the forced sex show carried on.

“You'll be here long after these two are gone. You'll still be here if they come back. You and your mother both. When did you realise it was her eating you out?”

“When she talked, Mistress Sabine. I thought when she was led up, but then I felt the tongue thing and mom didn't have one of those before, so I was confused.”

“Is she a good cunt licker?”

“Yes, Mistress Sabine.”

“Do you think she knew it was you?”

“Probably not, Mistress Sabine.”

“She probably doesn't think about anything except sex and pain any more. It's hot out here. I'm taking you to building 3 so we can use the bondage frames. We'll see if you're as good as she is, then I'm going to whip some other parts of your body. Are you ready to show me what a good pussy licking slut you are?”

“Yes, Mistress Sabine, I'll show you what a good pussy licking slut I am.”

“Good girl.”

They left the two girls to their unhappy coupling and headed across the yard. The day was still young and plenty of opportunities for punishment awaited all the island's captives.