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Subject: {ASSM} The Blood of Camp 14 (M/F, sex, menstruation)
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The Blood of Camp 14



   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 thrusted 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.  

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