Life in the Gulag by hero (hero141@hotmail.com) A gorgeous female bodybuilder runs a prison camp... The year 2053. The living and working conditions are harsh in the labour camps situated in the Perm region of the northern Ural mountains in Russia. In the remote Berezovaya valley the compounds ringed by watchtowers on the edge of the forest hold thousands of prisoners. These 'forest colonies' have been functioning since the thirties of the twentieth century and have flourished during the Stalin era mainly as a wasteland for political dissidents. More than a hundred years later the wooden barracks of yore - a living hell for the political detainees during winter ánd summer - have been replaced by an ultra-modern detention complex, functioning as the central headquarters of an extensive prison system extending all over Russia. This huge and overcrowded prison system is a necessary evil to protect the state from dissident voices from within. One might say that Russia has returned to its totalitarian roots... The Berezovaya valley is a place where 12 months are winter and the rest is summer. It is already late. Too late for the unwilling sun to have its beams lighten up the spirits of the prisoners returning from their day's labor. Before going back to their cells, they have to strip naked and wait outside in roofless enclosures made out of heavy iron bars. The men are shivering - no wonder: it is minus 20C - and frightened. Below their bare feet lies frozen excrement. They keep close to each other to keep warm. Guards are cursing, kicking some of the prisoners with their heavy boots. Laughing at them, humiliating them. Then these 'kennel cages' are opened one after the other and the prisoners are led across the courtyard into the heavily secured prison buildings. Some prisoners, exhausted from the eleven and a half hours of labor and months of living on the verge of death through starvation, collapse. Nobody cares. Death is as common as labor in the gulag... - - - Holy fuck! You must be kidding! His lower jaw drops in utter astonishment as he faces the source of the information with unfeigned disbelief. Yet he has no reason whatsoever to doubt what his colleague just revealed about the new Chief Security Manager. The guards conspiratorially edge up around the canteen table and continue in a low voice... - The bitch did what? He stares in amazement at the other guards around the table. They are shocked and have trouble believing these revelations - an instance of so-called glaubensunwilligkeit... - What I tell ya. She arrived yesterday evening and simply ordered us through the intercom to get 300 prisoners out of their cells - everybody from Block D and E - and line them up outside for an 'evening search'. Shit man! It froze minus 30 Celsius and there was this sharp, biting wind. Despite our special costumes the cold struck us like needles in the flesh. And these guys were naked... They knew the harsh climate all too well and shivered at the thought of having to deport 300 naked inmates to the central 'patio'. They knew that some of the weaker among the inmates - those closest to starvation because of the meagre food ratios - would immediately fall on the icy ground, sure to die within minutes... - And then I saw her, guys. The Chief Security Manager stepped out of the main building where her spaceous offices are located. And God Almighty: what a specimen! To tell you the truth: I've never seen a woman like this... The first thing that struck me was the shiny black latex catsuit she was dressed in, fitting her body like a glove. And especially what bulged beneath was remarkable: inches of rock-hard, ultra-developed muscles stretching and transforming the tight-fitting catsuit into a mysterious black sea of muscular movement, of surging, striated waves of bulging meat... Oh man, I'm getting poetic... But she is freakily muscular... Everybody around the table is enthralled by the images he is describing. They blend on their retina. And he continues in his conspiratorial tone... - And that's not the end of it... You should have seen her breasts, man. Two of the most perfect boobs I have ever witnessed: a glorious double D, firm despite their obvious size, alsmost bursting out of their tight latex confinement. The cleavage was more than impressive... Around her neck she wore a very expensive fur stole, you could see that immediately. She elegantly strut to the stage and addressed the inmates... Her gorgeous face lit up as she licked her sensual lips... - What did she say? - Well, you won't believe it... She introduced herself as Svetlana Maslow, Gulag Goddess. She announced that she found her quarters inappropriate and that they had to be rearranged and refurnished with the most luxurious materials. To be able to pay for that, she needed to get rid of 300 inmates and the food ratios for the others would be cut in half. She said a woman like her needed luxury. The free Blocks D and E would be re-arranged as public torture rooms. Inmates would be forced to watch tortures every day. Just before she ordered us to leave the inmates freeze to death, she fearlessly walked down to the first rows of inmates, her majestic curvaceous body standing in shrill contrast to the skinny, starved bony male creatures before her... The next thing we knew was that she started killing these men like a maniac. We saw her 8-inch stiletto high-heels flicker as they splintered anything that passed their way. - What? Why would she do that? Was there some kind of uproar? - I don't know why she started it, but it was surely no uproar. These guys were literally kicked to death, heads simply crushed by her fists, I tell ya. She ripped off limbs, her fists disappearing through their torsos. I tell you: THROUGH their torsos! It was like game for her. She roared with laughter as she sent another inmate through a world of pain and through the gates of eternity by ripping him in half. We were all astonished to witness such blatant sadism and brutal efficiency... Oh man, to see a gorgeous, ultra-muscular woman ripping a man's torso apart is material for fantasy books. But we saw it happen yesterday... Incredible. The level of her muscularity, power and brutality... This is not your average woman, you know... They remain silent. Completely overwhelmed by these brute facts. - One minute later panic broke out and prisoners started running away in panic... But she didn't care... A couple of minutes later hundreds of mutilated bodies were scattered around her, she was bathing in blood and ordered three horrified inmates to follow her to her quarters. She ordered us let the rest freeze to death and burn the corpses. - And these three? Didn't she need any protection? - What do you think? We asked her the same question. She laughed, flexed her mighty biceps, huge mounds of vascular and pumped-up muscle and answered 'These are for private pleasure. I'll personally castrate anyone who dares interrupt...!' We didn't dare to ask any further questions. And these men: they were heard screaming, wailing and begging the whole night long. She must have butchered them like beasts, because this morning Ralph had to clean up the mess. He told me all what was left of these guys was a miserable pile of meat... Bloody little humps of human pulp, every limb being ripped off, every bone in their bodies being crushed, broken or ripped out. Supposedly, Svetlana had everything filmed by a company, the full 6 hours of rape, humiliation and torture. I don't know why, but that's what Ralph told me. He'll be able to tell us more when he comes back from Svetlana. He was called to her office about two hours ago. - Holy shit! We've never done that, haven't we? What a beast. I wouldn't want to fall into her hands... - Why not? I could jerk you off too... The four guards startle when they turn around and face the Chief Security Manager! Dressed in a black halter top revealing ample cleavage, a fitting black thong and high-heeled, knee-high black boots, she steps right out of a fetishist dream. Her long, black hair is nicely fitted in a bun, the make-up highlighting every gorgeous feature on her beautiful face. Any topmodel would look plain next to this ravishing beauty... But it is the obvious muscularity of this female bodybuilder that intimidates them. It is more than that however. When they connect the revelations just discussed to this curvaceous body covered with layer upon layer, inch upon inch of hard, vascular, pumped-up brawn, this gulag goddess scares the shit out of them. She immediately reads their thoughts. - Yeah, I know. Don't try to be brave. I could do you too. Without the slightest remorse. You're just my underlings, my ants, I'm the Chief. I only have to make one thing clear: the only way to stay alive is to obey my orders without the slightest hesitation. I don't like guards who are too talkative. I appreciate absolute and unconditional obedience and confidentiality... With these last words the door of the canteen swings open and three men enter. Two guards from Block D are supporting a third man, who is naked and apparantly unconscious. A second look reveals that the supported man's arms and legs hang in awkward angles on his torso, which is bruised and purple, showing signs of numerous internal bleedings. - Yeah, bring him here... See? This is Ralph. You all know him, I guess. He fell off the stairs an hour ago when he was cleaning up my office. A pity, isn't it Ralph? Broke both arms and legs, all in three different places. The unlucky guy bit off his tongue too. And I don't know how he did it, but he got his balls squashed and cock ripped off during the fall. He was very unfortunate, weren't you Ralph? I'm going to have to send him back to his wife, crippled for life, not being able to talk, walk, grab or fuck... A miserable fate... Nasty fall... The muscle chick looks straight into their eyes, fear writ large in them. Point taken. - Well, let me introduce myself again. I'm Svetlana Maslov, Chief Security Manager. My will is your command and I don't make any exceptions. The next days I will change some of the rules here. I'll let Blocks D and E reorganize as torture blocks. I want a daily body count of 100. Of course I'll do most of the torture sessions myself, but you'll also get your part of the fun. Moscow promised me they would send all possible enemies of state to the Berezovaya valley, where I would force them to confessions... Beautiful Svetlana slowly cups her fist as she speaks, so as to back up her words with a awesome display of her biceps swelling to unreal proportions, thick veins springing to life, covering her huge brawn like a web. This woman oozes power. And sex... The guards nod in silent admiration, awe and terror. - Oh, one more thing... You may wonder how a woman like me ends up in a place like this... Well, I'm the product of a top-secret experiment initiated by Moscow to create the perfect soldier. And they succeeded all right: combining genetic high tech, intensive drug and hormone treatments, psychological state-of the-art indoctrination and heavy physical training I came out as a fuckin' mean killing machine. When I slaughtered a Spetsnaz unit after training because one of them accidently broke one my long manicured nails, they wanted to end the project and dispose of me... I was too unreliable... But I was lucky... One of the scientists running the project had a crush on me and released me from my fortified quarters. I killed the whole unit working on the experiment. Well, killing is perhaps an understatement. I literally ripped them to pieces, one by one, limb by limb... Her hand glides over her voluptuous breasts, gently carressing them, massaging the soft flesh beneath her tank top. She smiles at them, a smile that would melt icecaps, seducitve, sensuous... - Then I had some fun with my lover. He lasted four hours on my torture table... I spent two full hours toying with his cock - an inferior specimen by the way. Not to make him cum of course. Just to make him suffer. And there are a lot of very painful things you can do with a man's cock! I must admit: I got carried away a bit... I pierced, burned, cut, crushed and eventually ripped off his penis. It was one of my most horrific torture sessions. Oh my God, he suffered like a beast! The only thing his nervous system was able to do, was register pain. Hours of pain. Excruciating pain. He reached levels of pain few people have ever reached. Sometimes I made him go beyond, his nervous system on the verge of collapsing. The few clear moments in which he was able to speak a few intelligible words, he begged me to finish him off, for the sake of his love. That's when I decided to do him all the way. Near the end he mentally and physically imploded and went into shock, madness looming in his bewildered eyes. He would have done or said absolutely anything to make me stop... But I carried on and on... I injected him full of amphetamines just to keep him going, to keep his nervous system active in registering pain... My hands and arms were soaking in his blood! I guess I broke every bone in his body in three or four places. Svetlana strikes a double-biceps pose before their staring eyes. They are baffled, completely stunned. She moves the long nail of her index finger over her crotch. - Yeah... I'm a bad muscle chick... I need to get back to my quarters. Some unfinished business. Take Ralph to my quarters, will you? And watch the stairs... - - A number of new rules are issued by the new Chief Security Manager: 1° All inmates must be naked when inside their quarters. 2° Any form of orgasm, e.g. through masturbation, is strictly forbidden. 3° In front of the Chief Security Manager, erection is obligatory at all times. 4° Daily work schedules are from 7 a.m. till 9 p.m. 5° Food ratios are cut in half for a whole block when one of its members does no live up to the work standards. These new, harsh axioms are projected on all plasma-screens in the inmates' blocks. Th next images are a recording of Svetlana taking a hot bath, foam hardly covering her luscious shiny body. Her bulging muscles glisten with power as an obviously terrified inmate is allowed to wash her broad, muscular back and shoulders. Powerful delts, awesomely spread lats, impressive traps... This woman is a student's book of human anatomy. The man's hands shake as he massages the superior female's shoulders, his puny, starved-looking body incomparable to her majestic physique, utterly dwarfed by so much muscular splendor. His cock is rigid as a pole as demanded by the rules. But it is more than the rules. Svetlana had some inmates screened for psychological traits and she knows that this guy has a 'secret' fetish for dominant women. - Hand me over that roasted chicken, asshole! The inmates have not seen chicken for years. And now they have to watch how Svetlana savors the precious bird, licking her fingers, smacking her lips. When the naked pin-up pushes a button a glass wall opens up revealing an iron cage piled with starved inmates. A terrible stench fills the air as these prisoners have been there for days, starving in their own shit... She throws a few bones in the iron cage. The starved men fight like beasts for the few miserable bones... Svetlana grins in satisfaction. - Yeah, fuckers! Are you that hungry? Oh, you haven't eaten for six days... Poor guys... Show me the boners. Fail me and you'll be turned into food... Some of the caged men fail to have an erection. - If you're hungry, I'll allow you to eat the suckers who fail to have an erection. You want me to kill them first? Yeah? Dead silence. - I'll take that as a 'yes'. Svetlana jumps out of her hot bathtub and struts towards the cage. The 'flaccid' men are pushed against the bars by their own kind, who agonizingly look at the impressive naked bodybuilder. - Who likes chitlings? This is my first draw, gentlemen... Well, actually I've done this before... Her hand disappears with brutal force in the belly of one of the prisoners, her long, sharp nails simply tearing the flesh, ripping away the intestines. The second, third and fourth guy meet with the same fate, the difference being that she first grabs their penis and balls and slowly squashes them like overripe grapes before she disembowls them like pigs. The hot bodybuilder roars with laughter as her fourth victim tries to push her away when she is crushing his balls in her steel grip. While his mouth opens with an agonizing scream, his hands encounter her warm, slippery boobs, perfect mounds of beauty proudly jutting forth. With her free hand she pushes his face into her mighty boobs. Her impressive cleavage is normally the object of male admiration, but it is as efficient a tool to satisfy Svetlana's urge to slaughter men to a gruesome death. - In case you want to know: this is a double-D. Her majestic double-D envelopes his head and as her hand brutally pushes the back of his head, the musclebound chick is rewarded with the satisfactory wet, crunchy noise of his skull being crushed against her tits. Blood and brain tissue gush down from his squashed head and her bosom. - Oh my, this feels soooo goooood... Bon appétit! - - The massive muscle ckick rejoices in her sadism and orders the man who was allowed to rub her body with soap, to get into the tub. His tormented body reacts imediately to the refreshing and stimulating hotness of the water. He has not felt that kind of relaxing heat since he arrived in the gulag. For a moment he lets his mind wander off and forget the awkwardly dangerous situation he is in. An experienced female hand lifts him out of his reverie: he feels how long and beautifully manicured nails gently scratch his erect shaft. Svetlana tenderly takes his penis in her strong hand and slowly pumps it up and down. Smoothly. Slowly. He has all the trouble in the world fighting the surging orgasm. - You're an obedient sucker. I like that. You like my tits? They're big, firm, perfectly round. My bust is such a turn-on for men... - Oh yes, Mistress. I adore your tits, your arms, legs, your muscles, all of your fabulous body. It is a privilige to be near you, to be near your shadow even. You're the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I used to be a potographer and have an eye for elegance and beauty. You surpass anyone in any aspect... Svetlana just smiles and continues massaging his prick. He gasps at her expert touch. She amusedly watches him suffer as he tries to contain himself. Just when he is about to cum, Svetlana lets him go. She feels this guy might make a good informant, an [intrigant]: unconditionally loyal, obedient, intelligent... Breaking him in immediately would be a waste of energy. - You think you can contain yourself a little bit more? Cum when I say so. She pushes him on his back in the tub and mounts him, slurping his throbbing erection with her seething slit. The muscle goddess sensually pumps her pelvis up and down almost driving him over the edge immediately. A quick and very painful clamping of her vaginal muscles stops his cock from cumming. Svetlana perfectly knows how far she can go without crushing or squashing a penis in her powerful vagina. She forces him to lick her erect nipples, to carress her huge breasts, to roam his hands over her ridgy, rock-hard abs, while she rides him with a devastating rhythm. - Oh my God, you're so huge! You're so powerful, so beautiful... I can't take it any more... I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum... Please! Muscle-packed Svetlana smiles broadly and beckons. His cock, aching for release, shoots its semen with tremendous intensity in Svetlana's dripping pussy. An orgasm has never been so intense as the orgasm he experiences now. This gorgeous bodybuilder certainly knows how to ride a man - the simile of riding a Ferrari when used to a bike comes to his mind... She milks every drop out of him. - You're not that bad... What's your name? I might let you see the day... The man is exhausted, recovering from his orgasm. - ... Henri. Henri Milton. - Well, Henri. I want you to work for me. It is easy: you give me a weekly report of everything that happens amongst the inmates. Who's in charge of what, who does what, who conspires, etc. Keep me informed. If you do as I ask, perhaps we can repeat our little game here. If you disappoint me, I assure you that your last hours will be long and extremely painful... I guess you don't wanna know how painful my awesome boobs can be... They come in handy for all kind of tortures, especially the ones in which you want to degrade, humiliate and transform a man to his bear essence: a stinking hump of bloody meat! (to be continued...)