It was a wild holiday!

Two girls away from home on their own.

18, beautiful and on their first trip abroad. Hot nites, dusky, beautiful men.
Wasp waisted and tight butted. Lust and Romance.

The hired car, the two male hitchikers. Handsome young men. Who ducked out of the
car when they saw the Police roadblock in the distance.

The car-search. The colt 45 and the detonators, pushed down the back of the seat.

The trial! terrorism was rife. Must set an example to foreign terrorists. Teach
them not to come here. Ten years! ten years or........one year in Playas de
Meurte prison. Their choice. Hurry now make your choice. One year or ten? Why? No
time to explain, make your choice. One, of course, but why?  You'll see! One
year, it can't be that bad can it? Better than ten surely........?

The tall blond girl walked with a faintly haughty air. Head held back, shoulders
straight. Long bedenimmed legs, striding purposefully. Large green eyes, a shadow
of fear, looking, looking. Seeing the unpainted walls, the hard eyes.  The
warders. The bars, the cage, the prison. Her friend, smaller, wide eyed and
pretty, dark hair, Italianate. Classical roman beauty. Noo Yawk Roman.

"Stand right there" said the Senior Guard, indicating the line.

They obeyed, what else could they do?

"Strip!". They didn't move. "STRIP!" He cracked his hand flat on the battered
wooden desk which barely concealed his bulk. "...Or we'll do it for you"

Slowly the girls started to pull off their clothes. The blond was gorgeous, a
long lean body, bouncy but firm breasts, a slightly unusual face like she was in
the midst of a mild, but permanent scowl. The composure slipping away with her
clothes.

The dark haired one, slightly smaller, slightly fleshier, but pretty. Oh so
pretty! delectable, unattainable, immensely fuckable. Shaking in fear, fingers
having difficulty in controlling recaltriant buttons.

One the body, the other the looks. Body and Looks. Together they would have made
the composite perfect woman. Alone they were still desirable. Especially for 1200
men, most of whom hadn't seen a woman for many a year.

Naked they trembled before the Guard and his sniggering henchmen. One girl with
anger the other with shame. Handcuffs were clicked onto their wrists which were
then hauled above their heads on pulleys that bespoke years of constant use. 
Legs spread apart, tied to brooms, their privates no longer private.

"You can't do this to us, you shit. We're American Citizens"

The crack of a hand across a soft, downy cheek. Echos in the barren room. Long
blond hair flying.

"Pthuw! You are terrorist shit! You kill mothers and babies. You're mine now, I
do what I want"

Then a clash of keys and a section of the bars swung open to admit a group of
rough looking men. Eyes roving over their vulnerably open bodies, the girls
endured. Hands hefting breasts, fingers sliding into rectums, vaginas, mouths. A
constant bombardment of probing digits over squirming, sweating, fearful bodies.
Catcalls, body odour, foul breath and grimey hands. Hands everywhere. The girls
endured. In shame.

The Senior Guard pointing and shouting. Men outshouting each other. The exchange
of money. The girls being lowered and their keys handed over to the successful
bidder. Humiliation and outright fear as they were manhandled through the bars
into the heart of the prison. The Senior guard's taunts fading as they were
dragged into the filthy hellhole.

"Don't worry terroristas, the guards won't bother you. We don't come into the
prison, we're not crazy, so you can have at much fun as you want. Ha Ha. Many men
will love you. Every day..........You should have taken the ten years!"

The nightmare had begun.