danza
09-03-2002, 5:20 PM
"I'm sorry but I don't have good news yet" my lawyer said, when we were in a special room where we could talk in private. He had not been able to find the guy that put the dope in my bag and so I was held responsible. A trial was not even scheduled yet so It seemed I had to stay here for at least a few weeks. I didn't listen anymore and just looked out of the window. Down below I could see the women from my cell were allowed to go outside for their weekly walk in the secluded yard.
My lawyer came over to have a look as well. I pointed out some of the women I recognized, including the big woman that was the dominating on in my cell. My lawyer shook his head and told me the woman was called Yamina Tuncur or something like that. A few years ago she had killed her husband. She had used his own gun to shoot him in his kneecaps so he couldn't stand or run away. After that, she had beaten and kicked him until he was death.
Before he could tell me something about the other women, some guards came to take me to the yard as well, since the visit should not be loger then 15 minutes. I said goodbye to my lawyer while the guards put chains around my ankles like all the other women outside had. My lawyer quickly gave me packs of cigarettes. "Just try to keep friends with Yamina and it will not be too bad" he advised me. Yeah right, like it was fun up till now. The chains were heavy on my ankles as the guards escorted me outside.
I was glad to get some fresh air for the first time in days. To be safe, I positioned my self against a wall, not bothering anyone by standing there. The group around Yamina was doin excersises like push ups and some jumping, as far as the chains would allow them. They wanted to stay in shape to beat some more women up, I thought. At the end of our time outside, the guards made us walk in circles for about an hour. The hot sand burned my feet and some small sharp stones scraped my soles painfully. Now I knew why all women had such calussed soles.
When they took us back to our cell, I noticed the woman they beat up last nite was still laying with her neck on the toilet. Feeling sorry, I walked up to her and try to make her sit up straight. I took a bowl of dirty water and my torn up bag. With the wet bag, I gently wiped her face clean. She was realy bruised, her lip and right eye swollen. I didn't even notice Yamina was standing right behind me and suddenly she kicked me in the head real hard. I went down to the floor and again she dropped down on her knees on my chest. My breath paused for a minute because of her weight coming down so hard.
She yelled something but I could not understand it, it seemed I should better not have taken care of their victim. I reached inside my blouse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered it to her. This seemed to please her. She took it from me and got up. She walked away but not before stomping down hard again on my stomach.
When I caught my breath again, I helped the poor woman to her place where I cleaned her face a bit better. She said something I did not understand but in her eyes I saw she wanted to thank me. I smiled and nodded, my hand on her shoulder. I got up and I wanted to go to my side of the cell. When I turned around I saw the other women from Yamina's group blocking my way.
Before I could do something, they all started grabbing me by the hair or my blouse, reaching down for more packs of cigarettes. After they found them, they punched me in the face and belly several times and I sank to the floor. Again, about 9 pair of dirty feet started kicking me and before I knew it, I lay flat on my back. I could hear Yamina, still sitting on on of the top bunkbeds shout something. The other women make room, One standing with both feet on my right arm, another one standing on my left arm. One woman sits on my leg and another one puts one foot over my face, blocking my view. I can not move anymore, trapped underneath them.
The whole cell is quite now, all I hear is some creeping sounds from the bunkbed as Yamina sits on the edge, dangling her feet down and smiling at me. Suddenly she makes a jump from the top bed, landing both feet on my stomach. Now that hurted so much, especialy since with one dirty sole on my eyes I didn't see it coming. The woman pulls her feet from my face for a moment so I can see Yamina smilling down at me. She steps of and I see another woman sitting on the top bed. Now it's Yamina's foot that covers my face and all I can do is wait.
Suddely, the other woman jumps and she lands hard with one foot on my belly, the other one on my chest. There is laughter and Yamina pulls her foot of so I can see the other woman still standing on me. Behind her, I can see another woman climb up on the bed, preparing for the next jump. Above me I can see Yamina holds the hands of the women standing on my arms. She puts her right foot on my face and pushes down hard. Then I can feel a lot of weight and her other foot also on my face. My head is about to burst with 200 pounds of her full weight on it. All I can smell is sweaty soles as I try to breathe in from between her toes. No use, as suddenly a third woman is making the jump from the top bed on my stomach. I wanna double up in pain but the weight on my arms, legs and head keep me streched.
The woman I saw climbing up was also pretty big so I guessed there must be about 400 pounds on body and some more on my arms and legs, grinding me into the floor. The pain in my stomach was a lot, but the rough hard soles on my face were real torture. Yamina wiped her feet over my face and her hard soles scraped rough over my skin, causing some bleeding. Suddenly all of the women got of me and ran to the bars of the celldoor. The guards were bringing us our daily bowl of some salty porridge I could not make anything recognizable of.
I just laid there, unable to get up for now. I saw Yamina came walking back with two bowls, her and mine. She placed her feet next to my head and lowered herself until she was sitting down heavy on my chest, her legst a little bend in front of her. She took a spoonfull of the porridge and let it go through her mouth. She hit me on the forehead with the spoon which was realy painfull. Then, leaning forward a bit, with her fingers she forced me to open my mouth. SPEW, she spitted her mouthfull into my mouth after which she pushed me on the chin to close my mouth. She repeated this a few times times and then just ate her bowl and some of mine.
I was very hungry so I was glad she didn't eat it all. She just got up and took it with her as she said on one of the lower beds. She placed the bowl between her feet and signaled me over to come and eat. As good as I could I turned over and on my hands and knees I crawled over there. When I was about there, I saw her raise her foot and dip it down in the bowl of porridge. She stirred it around a little and then took it out and offered it to me. I knew better then refuse so I started to lick it of from her sole and toes. When it was almost clean, she dipped it in again, feeding me the rest of the bowl this way. Sometimes she used the other foot, as to be sure I would get the maximum taste of her soles.
The taste of the porridge wasn't all that to begin with, and now it was mixed with footsweat, toejam and the dirt from walking outside. But I had to get something in my stomach I thought. After that she took my bowl of water and gently shoved her feet in to wash the rest of the porridge and dirt of. When she was satisfied, the other women dipped in their dirty feet one by one and soon my clear drinkwater was a mess.
Yamina knew I had to be thirsty and signaled me I should drink the dirty footbath water then. She picked the bowl up from the floor and spit in it. Then she held it over to the other women who also spitted in it. After that she handed it to me. I took the bowl in my hands and looked into it, dirty footbath water and saliva mixed. Closing my eyes and hoping for the best, I started drinking it. It almost made me wanna throw up but then my stomach would be empty again and there was nothing else to drink.
The women seemed to have had their fun and sat upon their beds again. I could hardly move but managed to crawl back into my corner. I knew better now as to mingle in with their punishments and I should not get involved. No matter how sorry I would feel for the victim.
My lawyer came over to have a look as well. I pointed out some of the women I recognized, including the big woman that was the dominating on in my cell. My lawyer shook his head and told me the woman was called Yamina Tuncur or something like that. A few years ago she had killed her husband. She had used his own gun to shoot him in his kneecaps so he couldn't stand or run away. After that, she had beaten and kicked him until he was death.
Before he could tell me something about the other women, some guards came to take me to the yard as well, since the visit should not be loger then 15 minutes. I said goodbye to my lawyer while the guards put chains around my ankles like all the other women outside had. My lawyer quickly gave me packs of cigarettes. "Just try to keep friends with Yamina and it will not be too bad" he advised me. Yeah right, like it was fun up till now. The chains were heavy on my ankles as the guards escorted me outside.
I was glad to get some fresh air for the first time in days. To be safe, I positioned my self against a wall, not bothering anyone by standing there. The group around Yamina was doin excersises like push ups and some jumping, as far as the chains would allow them. They wanted to stay in shape to beat some more women up, I thought. At the end of our time outside, the guards made us walk in circles for about an hour. The hot sand burned my feet and some small sharp stones scraped my soles painfully. Now I knew why all women had such calussed soles.
When they took us back to our cell, I noticed the woman they beat up last nite was still laying with her neck on the toilet. Feeling sorry, I walked up to her and try to make her sit up straight. I took a bowl of dirty water and my torn up bag. With the wet bag, I gently wiped her face clean. She was realy bruised, her lip and right eye swollen. I didn't even notice Yamina was standing right behind me and suddenly she kicked me in the head real hard. I went down to the floor and again she dropped down on her knees on my chest. My breath paused for a minute because of her weight coming down so hard.
She yelled something but I could not understand it, it seemed I should better not have taken care of their victim. I reached inside my blouse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered it to her. This seemed to please her. She took it from me and got up. She walked away but not before stomping down hard again on my stomach.
When I caught my breath again, I helped the poor woman to her place where I cleaned her face a bit better. She said something I did not understand but in her eyes I saw she wanted to thank me. I smiled and nodded, my hand on her shoulder. I got up and I wanted to go to my side of the cell. When I turned around I saw the other women from Yamina's group blocking my way.
Before I could do something, they all started grabbing me by the hair or my blouse, reaching down for more packs of cigarettes. After they found them, they punched me in the face and belly several times and I sank to the floor. Again, about 9 pair of dirty feet started kicking me and before I knew it, I lay flat on my back. I could hear Yamina, still sitting on on of the top bunkbeds shout something. The other women make room, One standing with both feet on my right arm, another one standing on my left arm. One woman sits on my leg and another one puts one foot over my face, blocking my view. I can not move anymore, trapped underneath them.
The whole cell is quite now, all I hear is some creeping sounds from the bunkbed as Yamina sits on the edge, dangling her feet down and smiling at me. Suddenly she makes a jump from the top bed, landing both feet on my stomach. Now that hurted so much, especialy since with one dirty sole on my eyes I didn't see it coming. The woman pulls her feet from my face for a moment so I can see Yamina smilling down at me. She steps of and I see another woman sitting on the top bed. Now it's Yamina's foot that covers my face and all I can do is wait.
Suddely, the other woman jumps and she lands hard with one foot on my belly, the other one on my chest. There is laughter and Yamina pulls her foot of so I can see the other woman still standing on me. Behind her, I can see another woman climb up on the bed, preparing for the next jump. Above me I can see Yamina holds the hands of the women standing on my arms. She puts her right foot on my face and pushes down hard. Then I can feel a lot of weight and her other foot also on my face. My head is about to burst with 200 pounds of her full weight on it. All I can smell is sweaty soles as I try to breathe in from between her toes. No use, as suddenly a third woman is making the jump from the top bed on my stomach. I wanna double up in pain but the weight on my arms, legs and head keep me streched.
The woman I saw climbing up was also pretty big so I guessed there must be about 400 pounds on body and some more on my arms and legs, grinding me into the floor. The pain in my stomach was a lot, but the rough hard soles on my face were real torture. Yamina wiped her feet over my face and her hard soles scraped rough over my skin, causing some bleeding. Suddenly all of the women got of me and ran to the bars of the celldoor. The guards were bringing us our daily bowl of some salty porridge I could not make anything recognizable of.
I just laid there, unable to get up for now. I saw Yamina came walking back with two bowls, her and mine. She placed her feet next to my head and lowered herself until she was sitting down heavy on my chest, her legst a little bend in front of her. She took a spoonfull of the porridge and let it go through her mouth. She hit me on the forehead with the spoon which was realy painfull. Then, leaning forward a bit, with her fingers she forced me to open my mouth. SPEW, she spitted her mouthfull into my mouth after which she pushed me on the chin to close my mouth. She repeated this a few times times and then just ate her bowl and some of mine.
I was very hungry so I was glad she didn't eat it all. She just got up and took it with her as she said on one of the lower beds. She placed the bowl between her feet and signaled me over to come and eat. As good as I could I turned over and on my hands and knees I crawled over there. When I was about there, I saw her raise her foot and dip it down in the bowl of porridge. She stirred it around a little and then took it out and offered it to me. I knew better then refuse so I started to lick it of from her sole and toes. When it was almost clean, she dipped it in again, feeding me the rest of the bowl this way. Sometimes she used the other foot, as to be sure I would get the maximum taste of her soles.
The taste of the porridge wasn't all that to begin with, and now it was mixed with footsweat, toejam and the dirt from walking outside. But I had to get something in my stomach I thought. After that she took my bowl of water and gently shoved her feet in to wash the rest of the porridge and dirt of. When she was satisfied, the other women dipped in their dirty feet one by one and soon my clear drinkwater was a mess.
Yamina knew I had to be thirsty and signaled me I should drink the dirty footbath water then. She picked the bowl up from the floor and spit in it. Then she held it over to the other women who also spitted in it. After that she handed it to me. I took the bowl in my hands and looked into it, dirty footbath water and saliva mixed. Closing my eyes and hoping for the best, I started drinking it. It almost made me wanna throw up but then my stomach would be empty again and there was nothing else to drink.
The women seemed to have had their fun and sat upon their beds again. I could hardly move but managed to crawl back into my corner. I knew better now as to mingle in with their punishments and I should not get involved. No matter how sorry I would feel for the victim.